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iwanthermidnightz · 10 months

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When I think back on the Speak Now album, I get a lump in my throat. I have a feeling it will always be that way, because this period of time was so vibrantly aglow with the last light of the setting sun of my childhood. I made this album, completely self-written, between the ages of 18 and 20. I've spoken about how I feel like those ages are the most emotionally turbulent ones in a persons life. Maybe when I say that, I'm really just talking about myself.

I think they might just be the most idealistic, hopeful years too. At this point in my life, I had released my second album, Fearless. It became the breakthrough moment I'd always dreamt of, one that catapulted my career to new realms of success. It had brought with it a tidal wave of pressures and pitfalls and growing pains. All the while, I was encountering the milestones and checkpoints of normal teenage growth. I had cataclysmic crushes and brushes with heartache. I moved out of my parents' house and set my bags down in a new apartment. I hung photos on my own walls and decorated the space where I would sob and cackle and shatter and dream. Sometimes I felt like a grown up, but a lot of the time I just wanted to time travel back to my childhood bed, where my mom would read stories to me until I fell asleep.

In my darker moments, I was tormented by the doubt that swirled loudly around my ascent and my merits as an artist. I was trying to create a follow up to the most awarded country album in history, while staring directly into the face of intense criticism. I had been widely and publicly slammed for my singing voice and was first encountering the infuriating question that is unfortunately still lobbed at me to this day: does she really write her songs? Spoiler alert: I really, really do.

In the years since, I've developed a thicker skin about public criticism and the cynicism with which some people approach the music I make. At that time, it leveled me. I had these voices in my head telling me that I had the perfect chance and I blew it. I hadn’t been good enough. I had given it all I had and been found wanting.

I wanted to get better, to challenge myself, and to build on my skills as a writer, an artist, and a performer. I didn't want to just be handed respect and acceptance in my field. I wanted to earn it. To try and confront these demons, I underwent extensive vocal training and made a decision that would completely define this album: I decided I would write it entirely on my own. I figured, they couldn't give all the credit to my cowriters if there weren't any. But that posed a new challenge: It really had to be good. If it wasn't, I would be proving my critics right.

I had no idea how much this pain would shape me. That this was the beginning of my series of creative choices made by reacting to setbacks with defiance. That my stubbornness in the face of doubters and dissenters would become my coping mechanism through my entire career from that point forward. This exact pattern of enacting my own form of rebellion when I feel broken is exactly why you're reading these very words, and I'm re-releasing this album now.

I went through my first worldwide scandal (the mic grab seen around the world). I experienced the weirdness of trying to get to know a boy while a swarm of paparazzi surrounds the car. Media contacting my publicist for an official statement on why two teenagers broke up. These are weird experiences to have at any age, but even more surreal when you're 19.

I had the nagging sense that in the most intense moments of my life, I had frozen. I had said nothing publicly. I still don't know if it was out of instinct, not wanting to seem impolite, or just overwhelming fear. But I made sure to say it all in these songs. I decided to call the album Speak Now. It was a play on the speak now or forever hold your peace' moment in weddings, but for me it symbolized a chance to respond to the chatter and commentary around my own life.

Some of these emotional revelations were surprising to people. Some expected anger and instead got compassion and empathy with 'Innocent'. Some expected a kiss-off breakup song but instead got a hand-on-heart apology, 'Back to December. It was an album that was the most precious to me because of its vast extremes. It was unfiltered and potent. In my mind, the saddest song I've ever written is 'Last Kiss'. My most scathing is 'Dear John' and my most wistfully romantic is 'Enchanted'.

I'll be forever proud of setting a goal and seeing it through. I'lI always feel shivers all over when I remember singing 'Long Live' to close the show every night on tour. The outstretched hands of those bright and beautiful faces of the fans. Their support was like an open palm that reached out and helped me up off the ground when others were, frankly, mean.

These days I make my choices for those people, the ones who thought I had been good enough all along. I try to speak my mind when I feel strongly, in the moment I feel it. I'm still idealistic and earnest about the music I make, but I'm less crushed when people mock me for it. I know now that one of the bravest things a person can do is create something with unblinking sincerity, to put it all on the line. I still sometimes wish I was a little kid again in a tiny bed, before I ever grew up.

I always looked at this album as my album, and the lump in my throat expands to a quivering voice as I say this. Thanks to you, dear reader, it finally will be.

I consider this music to be, along with your faith in me, the best thing that's ever been mine.

Yours,

Taylor

#taylor swift #speak now (taylor’s version)#speak now tv #sntv prologue #speak now taylor’s version #sntv

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bethanythebogwitch · 10 days

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Wet Beast Wednesday: pistol shrimp

Oh snap, it's the snapping shrimp post for Wet Beast Wednesday! Snapping shrimp or pistol shrimp are loud little critters that have evolves a very useful and fascinating tool in their pincers. Let's not waste time and shoot off to learn about these little gunslingers.

(Image: a pistol shrimp. It is a mostly white shrimp with red stripes. One of its claws is considerably larger than the other. It is standing on gravel and next to some seaweed. End ID)

Pistol shrimp are over 1,000 members of the family Alpheidae, which is part of the infraorder Caridea. This means they are true shrimp, not to be confused with superficially similar animals like brine shrimp, mantis shrimp, tadpole shrimp, and prawns. Yeah, I only recently learned that prawns and shrimp aren't a language difference between British English and American English like chips vs fries. They're not even that closely related. As true shrimp, pistol shrimp have two main body parts: the cephalothorax and abdomen, which are composed of 19 body segments. The abdomen forms a flexible tail with a fin on the end. When startled, the fin can rapidly curl under the body, propelling the shrimp backwards. Like other decapods, there are 10 limbs. The front pair of limbs have evolved into claws used to manipulate objects. The claws are the most distinguishing feature of pistol shrimp. They are asymmetrical, with one growing extremely large, over half the size of the body. The big claw has a modified version of the typical pincer. This pincer has an upper claw that can open up at a right angle. Under the claw is a pocket in the lower pincer, into which water flows. The upper pincer then slams down into this pocket, forcing the water out. The pressure of the pincer closing water in the pocket creates a cavitation bubble that is forced away from the claw at up to 26.8 meters per second. This is enough force to seriously wound small animals and hurt larger ones into leaving the shrimp alone. The cavitation bubbles can reach up to 4,427 degrees C (8,000 F) . For comparison, the surface of the sun is about 1,000 decrees (C) hotter. When the bubble pops, it creates a snapping sound that can reach 218 decibels. For comparison, most gunshots max out at around 170 db. This puts pistol shrimp is the running for the loudest ocean animals, with whales being the other main competitors. If that all sounds like a lot, the whole event happens so fast that the heat doesn't have time to affect much and the noise sounds like a moderately loud snap to us. Adults can snap their claws shut with an acceleration of up to 30 meters per second squared and juveniles can do it up to 20 times faster. The whole process takes less than a millisecond. When the cavitation bubble collapses, it can produce light. This is called sonoluminescence and nobody knows how it happens. If a pistol shrimp loses its large claw, the small claw will grow into a new large one while the missing limb will regenerate into a small claw. Adult pistol shrimp average between 3 and 5 cm long.

(Image: a drawing showing the process of a pistol shrimp snapping its claw. In the first panel, the claw is closed. In the second, the upper claw opens at a 90 degree angle, revealing a cavity. In the third panel, the cavity fills with water. In the final panel, the claw is closed again and a jet of water is ejected from the claw. End ID. Source: Wikipedia user Carermyers)

(Gif: black and white, slow-motion video of a pistol shrimp's claw snapping shut and creating a cavitation bubble. End ID. Source)

Pistol shrimp live worldwide, though most species live in tropical or temperate water. There are some cold water species and even freshwater species. Most prefer habitats where they can make burrows and where there are plenty of other animals. Coral reefs, oyster reefs, seagrass beds, mangrove groves are common habitats. Snapping is used for hunting and communication. They typically hide in burrows, waiting for fish or other small animals to pass by. When prey passes, the shrimp will snap to stun or seriously wound the prey, then drag it into the burrow. Some social species actually form eusocial hives with a single queen who produces all offspring. These shrimp are the only known marine eusocial species and all occur within the same genus (Synalpheus), though not every member of that genus is eusocial and eusociality appears to have evolved at least 3 times within that genus. It appears that a reason why only this genus developed eusociality is their larvae do not disperse, instead staying in the same area as the parents. The hives are usually located within sponges. Other social species are not eusocial, but still live together in colonies. Many less social species have formed a symbiotic relationship with gobies. Both species live in burrows, but gobies are bad at digging while the shrimp have poor eyesight. The goby will protect the shrimp while it digs a burrow, then the two live together. They will forage together, with the goby using its superior eyesight to watch for predators and warn the shrimp to get back to the burrow. Pistol shrimp are monogamous, the same pair coming back to mate over and over again (this does not apply to the eusocial species in which only the colony's queen is permitted to mate). The female is only fertile during a short period after molting. The male will stay with the female and protect her during the vulnerable period after mating and some species will remain with each other until the eggs hatch or permanently.

(Image: a eusocial pistol shrimp queen with eggs. Her body is translucent and multiple eggs are attached to her abdomen. The eggs look like translucent balls. The is inside of an orange sponge. End ID)

(Image: a pistol shrimp and goby emerging from a burrow in the sand. The shrimp is a mottled green and white. The body is a bright yellow fish covered with blue spots. End ID)

Pistol shrimp are a major source of noise in the places where they live. If you've ever been swimming and can hear repeated cracking noises, that may have been a bunch of pistol shrimp. Some scientists monitor the level of pistol shrimp noises as a method of monitoring the ecosystem. If the noise level drops, that is an indicator that the local ecosystem is suffering. The noise of the shrimps can get so loud that it actually interferes with sonar and forms of underwater communication. During World War II, members of the navy realized that the shrimp disrupted sonar enough to hide submarines, so they started hiding submarines near reefs with lots of the shrimp to keep them from being found by enemy subs. Weirdly not the only small marine animals to mess with submarines. I'll get the the other major one soon. The largest threats to pistol shrimp come from habitat destruction. Some species of pistol shrimp have entered the pet trade. As coral reefs, seagrass beds, and other habitats are destroyed, the shrimp that rely on them will suffer as well.

Yet another time I get to use one of these cards in a post

(Image: the Weird n' Wild Creatures card featuring pistol shrimp. End ID)

#wet beast wednesday #pistol shrimp #snapping shrimp #shrimp #decapod #crustaceans #marine biology #biology #zoology #ecology #animal facts #eusocial #symbiosis #goby #informative #image described

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jinwoosungs · 15 days

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slow dancing in the dark.

jinwoo sung x fem.reader

{ when i’m around slow dancing in the dark | don’t follow me, you’ll end up in my arms. }

there was an indescribable pain felt in the pit of your stomach when you saw jinwoo dancing together with hae-in.

chairman go gunhee had decided to hold a ball of some sort, wishing to celebrate the powerful hunters worldwide as he booked the ballroom of a luxurious hotel for this occasion. being a well known a-rank healer, of course you were invited as well.

but what you weren’t expecting was to see jinwoo entering the party with hae-in hanging on to his arm.

and oh, how the paparazzi basked in their grand entrance!

cameras flash, taking different angles and what seemed like a million photographs of jinwoo with hae-in. while jinwoo was dressed in a cream colored suit that seemed to fit him to perfection, hae-in complemented him by wearing her own sleek dressed colored in gentle, peach hues.

the sight of them together made you hold on to your flask of champagne in a tighter manner, nearly breaking the glass as your eyes began to shine with unshed tears.

sung jinwoo didn’t know this, but you had been in love with him ever since you first laid eyes on him. if you had ever admitted such feelings to anyone else, they would have immediately assumed that you developed such feelings when he had gotten stronger, as an s-rank-

but they would be wrong. in fact, you were proud to admit that you had loved him even when he was a mere e-rank hunter.

you were certain that he didn’t remember you, but back then, when he was known as the weakest in the world, you had saved him from a similar near death experience.

the gate was merely a c level gate, and it had gone awry when jinwoo and his then teammates came across a monster den. it was the sheer numbers that ended up overwhelming the team, and when it became too much for them to handle, they left jinwoo behind the moment his chest got pierced by one of the beast’s claws.

they didn’t even bother to heal him, and it wasn’t until you were called in as backup with your own team to continue raiding the gate that you found jinwoo at such a devastating state.

you ignore everything else surrounding you, seeing the deep wound against his chest as the beast made a tear against his signature blue hoodie. blood was pouring from his parted lips, yet still, you simply brush back his hair before placing palm of your hand against his bleeding chest.

your stomach churned at the sensation of warm blood felt against the palm of your hand, but you powered through and allowed your healing aura to surround him in a pale, golden glow. within minutes, his dire wound begins to close up, the blood ceasing its flow as his breathing took on a more relaxed and less labored state.

you would never forget the tears of happiness that poured from his stormy eyes, his sweet voice thanking you over and over again, filling you with a warmth you had not felt in a while.

and after leading him back to the safety of the real world, you made a promise to yourself to always watch over him and remain by his side, healing him from the worst the gates had planned for him.

what you didn’t expect was for him to suddenly grow stronger, seeming to take on high level dungeons as he seemed to level up little by little each and every day. while working at the association, you made note of how he lost his lanky form, filling out almost too well as he swapped his inexpensive clothes with pristine dress shirts and suits that he managed to fill perfectly.

he was taller, and his face lost its usual roundness-

but what always remained the same was the gentle hue of his grey eyes-

and those same eyes were looking down at hae-in with such a fondness that made your breath hitch almost painfully in response.

yet you refused to cry at such a public occasion, choosing instead to drain the rest of your champagne while slamming the empty glass against your table. the moment you could hear the beginnings of a sweet love song began to play was when you excused yourself from the party.

you attended the ball by yourself, being filled with a foolish hope that jinwoo would ask you to dance-

that he too, had come alone to such a party.

yet clearly, that wasn’t the case the moment he enters the ballroom with the gorgeous s-rank hunter practically clinging to him. the memory of them dancing together being enough to make your throat close.

within minutes, you escape the stifling atmosphere of the party and head out into the grand balcony, greedily breathing in the cold air as you felt the skirt of your dress swaying in tune with the wind. you felt a strange comfort, basking in the vastness of the night sky while closing your eyes in response to the gentle winds, allowing it to caress you as you imagined it being akin to a lover’s touch.

“i was not expecting such a lovely flower to be out here by herself.”

a rich voice was heard, and you felt a strange sense of hope filling you-

only to be met with the man known as the hero of china-

liu zhigang.

“oh, h-hello, sir.” you were not expecting the handsome man to actually take the time to learn your language in order to properly communicate with you, and you were left feeling flustered all while brushing back your stray strands of hair.

liu seems amused by your reaction, coming closer to you while gently caressing at your cheek.

“you are disappointed to see me?”

your throat turns dry, but you immediately shake your head in response to his question.

“n-no sir! it’s just, i didn’t expect to see you and have you talking to me, that’s all.”

you hear him let out a rich chuckle, deep, golden eyes looking at you with a tender expression you had never seen before. “there’s no need to lie to me. come, let this poor man assuage you of your heartache.”

not even waiting for your response, liu zhigang takes you in his arms all while gently swaying to the music. you were mesmerized, captivated by his masculine beauty-

but you found that your heart couldn’t quite race for him, not like it did for jinwoo.

liu simply chuckles in response, gently taking a hold of your head as he allows you to rest it against his chest.

“you love him, the pompous s-rank hunter who beat thomas andre half to death?”

you could feel your face turn hotter in response, giving liu a nod.

“yes, you could tell, sir?”

you listen to the sounds of his laughter, still swaying you within his arms as you simply follow his movements, surprised to find that you were still having fun despite the heartache that you felt.

“any man could see it from a mile away.”

liu was still laughing, and you saw him stop moving while keeping you in his arms. he lets out what sounds like a curse in his mother tongue, eyes locked in on someone behind you.

“don’t lose hope just yet, my lovely flower. for that cocky asshole may be feeling some type of ways for you, too.”

you let out a gasp, finally turning around to see jinwoo himself adjusting his tie, eyes already glowing a startling purple hue as he takes quicks strides towards you and liu.

“if he breaks your heart, you know where to find me, my lovely flower.”

with that last whisper against your ear, the chinese hunter lets go of you just as jinwoo approaches you, already sizing up the man with his fists clenched close to his sides.

“mind if i intervene…?”

jinwoo asks liu out of courtesy, but you could tell from the intensity of his eyes and the forceful tone of his voice that he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

liu steps away with a smirk, holding up his hands in mock defeat. “by all means, go on. if that’s the case, i shall keep your own date company.”

“go ahead, just leave her alone.” jinwoo practically snarls while keeping a protective arm wrapped around you. liu ends up letting out a rich chuckle, giving you one last wink before disappearing back into the party.

you were given little chance to react the moment jinwoo takes you in his arms, holding you even closer than liu ever dared to. his eyes were still glowing purple, but they appeared much softer now in comparison to how they were when liu was around.

you were still left feeling speechless, feeling your lips open up in a slight part when jinwoo takes a hold of your hands to wrap them around his neck. you were basking in his warmth for a few more minutes before gathering the courage to ask him.

“i thought y-you were with hae-in…?”

jinwoo lets out a scoff while looking away from you, blushing as he cleared his throat.

“no, i’m not. i only agreed to take her to the ball so she wouldn’t feel as nervous. we’re together as friends…. that’s it.”

you could feel the hope bubbling within your chest, with your eyes meeting with his gentle, grey gaze. he laughs softly, taking a hold of your hand when he places a kiss against the back of it.

“how could i ever forget about the girl that saved my life… the girl i have always loved since the moment i first laid eyes on you?”

your heart was pounding now, the sensation of hope now felt coursing through your very veins as tears filled your vision.

“y-you remembered me?”

a look of adoration appears across jinwoo’s features. “always.”

he sighs then, letting go of your hand as his expression began to turn angry, his lips now turned in a scowl. “i wanted to become stronger for you, to slowly turn into the man that you always deserved- only the best version of me.”

“but it seems as though my hesitance was enough to have that snake make a move on you.”

you let out a gentle giggle, feeling his arms tighten around your waist when he brings you even closer to his chest. but you didn’t mind, still clinging to him as you rest your head against his chest.

“you silly dork… i… have loved you even when you were at your weakest. you didn’t need to wait so long for me… i would have accepted you always, offering you the type of unconditional love that you deserve.”

you bask in the sounds of jinwoo’s relieved sigh, holding you even closer to him as he brushes his lips against your hair.

“yeah, you’re right. if i wasn’t such a coward, then i would have had you in my arms a long time ago.”

and as your happiness was felt coursing through your veins, you continue holding on to the man you have always loved, slow dancing in the dark with him alone.

a.n. - i am on a joji binge 😭😭😭😭 slow dancing in the dark is still such a masterpiece to this day!!!!

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#sung jinwoo x reader #jinwoo sung x reader #sung jinwoo x you #jinwoo sung x you #solo leveling x reader #sung jinwoo #jinwoo sung #liu zhigang x reader #if you squint #.stories

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be-missed · 4 months

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Find You Again (Chap 2)

Jenna Ortega X Fem!Reader

(pictures not mine)

Summary: Reuniting as stars, former high school sweethearts stage a fake relationship to boost their public image. Navigating the scripted romance, sparks fly. The big question: can this staged connection reignite their real love?

Warning: curse words, notify me if there are any. Credits to the owner for the picture that I used below the cut. There's a lot of time cut, just because.

A/N: I'm so excited to write this, enjoy. New series for y'all.

Song: South of the Border- Ed Sheeran (Feat Camilla Cabello and Cardi B)

That white dress (you can also see this in Enrique's Instagram)

Masterlist

Chap 2

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"What the fuck?" Y/N screamed inside her hotel room when she woke up "I didn't even went home with her, I... I went home with... I don't know what the fuck?" Y/N added clutching her head that's aching. Her publicist enters and said "That's what you get for trashing one of the paparazzi... But he deserve it anyway." Emilia gave the medicine to Y/N and added "Well, going home with Jenna is a much better headline than you assaulting a paps, right?" with a smirk on her face waiting for Y/N's reaction.

Y/N's eye widen with what Emilia said and replied "Hell no, the both of them aren't good for me, they need to be taken down, or like tell the media that I'm with some dude" finding her phone and trying to search a man in her contacts. With a disgusted look earned from her publicist, Emilia said "You would rather be linked with a man?"

Y/N gave Emilia a look that says "I would rather not be involved with anyone." With a smile, Emilia said "There's nothing we can do about it, even if we try to pay the media, we cannot pay the people in the internet, we're gonna be broke" and chuckled.

Y/N was lost with what Emilia said, "What do you mean by that?" Emilia replied "Well, you and Jenna are trending since yesterday up until..." and fished her phone up, opened her twitter and shows Y/N the top trending worldwide "now. Wow, the both of you are still trending."

"Fuck, this can't be, I'm gonna release an album in the next few months." Y/N said trying to pace around the room "Okay, then it's gonna be a good publicity for you" Emilia said that made Y/N stop in her tracks and looked at Emilia "No, it will not be a good publicity. I don't want my songs to be incorporated to that girl."

Emilia gave Y/N a questioning look "Who's 'that girl'?" with a teasing tone and Y/N replied "You know who Emilia..." and Emilia still continues to act clueless. "Jenna Ortega, of course" Y/N said and rolled her eyes.

"As your publicist, I don't see any problem with that. She has a good reputation, no bad issues, and her career is thriving" Emilia stated facts as Y/N tries not to listen because she knows that Emilia is right "Why are you even mad about the issue?" Emilia teased Y/N.

With a heavy sigh, Y/N walks to the bathroom and yells "YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHY EMILIA" and slams the door.

As Y/N was trying to rinse her face hoping her headache will be passed through the water that damps her face, she can't still believe that people will push the her and Jenna together.

On the other side of New York City, Jenna was staring at the wall of her hotel room while chewing her lower lip trying to think how can she get out of this mess.

"Are you okay? What's the matter?" Jenna's publicist asked her while she checks the news outlets and every social media. Jenna stays silent trying to think, until she blurted out "How about a PR Stunt?" She hates the idea of it, being in a fake relationship with someone that she really doesn't care about. "We can have a fake PR Stunt so that the rumors with that singer will stop, once and for all." Jenna suggested.

Wendy, her publicist looked at her and said "You don't need no PR Stunt with anyone, you're career is going well and you have no bad blood with anyone and we're not gonna start that now. She and her team aren't giving statements about it too, so let the rumors be rumors. Not if you want to prove them right, and that's the only thing that you will do if we release a statement and they still keep on seeing you two together." With an annoyed look, Jenna then answered "I just don't want to be linked with that woman, please." She pouted and looked at Wendy, trying to make her idea work.

"No, no stunts will be done and no statements will be released. This rumor is good for the both of you can't you see? The both of your careers are striving so well, her fans are supporting you and vice versa. The public sees you both as a good pair, so why not use Y/N as a stepping stone." Wendy said stating a good point that Jenna herself can't see a hole to poke in. Jenna hates it that Wendy is always right.

With a huff Jenna replied "Ugh, fine, but it will stay as rumors" and went to the bed and plop herself trying to gain more sleep.

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Weeks after the said rumors have spread, both the singer and the actress went on the low since they didn't want to be seen together. Each of them kept on working privately for their own careers. Y/N doing some major to minor revisions for her album release in the next few months, while Jenna does some photoshoots and guesting in YouTube.

After the MET Gala in May, the both of them were thankful since they haven't seen each other in person. But surely, the rumors from their fans can't die as they sure did have a lot of photos and videos to talk about from the MET and those old photos of the both of them resurfacing from god knows where.

Y/N received a lot of incoming projects just like working for a song that will be played on a movie this coming December, she accepted the work, just for the fact that she will be writing a song; she just loves to write one, okay. Her agent would have explained for what movie it is, but Y/N just asked about how did the love story goes and then started to write one.

As for Jenna, September has been a chill month for her, a few fittings here and there for the Paris Fashion Week next month that she will attend and will be dresses in Dior. She spent her birthday with her family and closest friends. Trying to be more private and be less seen in public to not cause any disturbances in her life.

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As September flew by with a bat of an eye, October has come with such a busy time for Y/N as she released her new album, every track has become a hit and has settled into the Top 10 songs of Billboard, her albums also sold millions and her songs are played in every radio station, which just means that Jenna, even if she doesn't want to, listened to songs that Y/N released.

Inside the car driving in the roads of Paris, Jenna was seated and a radio blasted a song...

She got the, mmm, brown eyes, caramel thighs

Long hair, no wedding ring, hey.

"EVEN IN PARIS?" Jenna exclaimed, she just arrived from her flight and she can't believe that Y/N is still haunting her. "What? It is a bop. Y/N, Camila, and Cardi did great with the song, you know..." Enrique teased her.

I saw you lookin' from across the way

And now I really wanna know your name

"Why would she even write a song like that?" Jenna tried to argue with Enrique, and her stylist just smiled and said "I mean, she just stated that she wants a woman with brown eyes, caramel thighs, long hair, is single, wears a white dress, and probably a Latina. You know I know someone with the same characteristics" Enrique ended with a teasing smile and a knowing look. "Fuck no" Jenna answered Enrique, trying not to barf herself out with that thought. Why would Y/N wrote a song about her.

She got the, mmm, white dress, but when she's wearin' less

Man, you know that she drives me crazy

"You did wore a white dress, you have brown eyes, hmm you had your hair long, you have beautiful thighs, you are Latina, and I'm pretty sure you're not married" Enrique pushed his luck trying to really into Jenna's nerve. "When did I wore a white dress? Huh?" Jenna tried to challenge Enrique, but as her stylist, of course he knows when did Jenna wore a white dress and answered "You remember that film interview with Melissa, that white dress from Zuhair Murad..." Jenna now remembers, and thought "Oh fucking shit, hell to the fucking no"

Enrique internally laughed at Jenna's reaction while Jenna pulled out her headphones, wore it and opened her phone, as she open her Spotify, she clicks the shuffle play to a playlist. Enrique smiled at what Jenna did, but in all honesty, even if Jenna hides it, Enrique can see that Jenna did enjoy Y/N's songs and even muttered lyrics of it, but only stopped when she noticed herself that she is singing her ex's songs.

In a hotel room in Paris Y/N exclaimed "WAIT, I'M ATTENDING DIOR? Am I not signed in another brand or something?" and Emilia just shrugged "No hun, you will go to Dior, you will meet big names there that will again boost your music and your status, so yes, Dior."

With a loud grunt Y/N started to pace around, which is a thing that she do when she tries to think of a way out for something that Emilia put her into. "Okay, please tell me that Jisoo will attend this show" Y/N says with her eyes closed and fingers crossed, Emilia just stared at her and answered her with a "Yes".

Just as Emilia thought, Y/N is a fan, and going to concert of Jisoo's group will be hard so this is a gift for Y/N and can also be a meeting place for new deals that Y/N needs to attract more people for her art and to gain more attention. But what Emilia didn't say is that Jenna will also be attending the Dior Fashion show. Even though Emilia knows about Jenna and Y/N's past, she can't let the rumor about the two die, since Y/N benefits a lot, she also knew that Jenna is benefiting by the fact that her publicist and her management is not releasing any statement, despite the allegations of Jenna dating Y/N and vice versa.

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A large crowd has gathered, voices can be heard even from a mile away with how many people have gathered just to see the ladies and gents that Dior has invited.

Jenna with her black dress arrived, strutting down the big area that has been surrounded with people, waving and smiling to every people that calls her name. Walking inside the venue, she gets to meet a lot of people, from businessman, to artist, singers, and models.

A crowd has gathered in the middle of the room and she heard a voice coming from her publicist, "Okay, I don't know if you know her, but Jisoo is a global ambassador of Dior and she is in a group called Blackpink, go make friends." And with that, Jenna started to strut her way to a crowd of people and photographers, with her current status, of course people around her would know who she is, and without a doubt Jisoo and her are asked for a picture together.

On the other side of the venue, Y/N has been doing everything that she can just to meet Jisoo, but to no avail, she is stuck with old business man that has been eating her precious time, talking about old stuff that she really doesn't know. And in every French that will speak to her, she will just answer "oui" because who the fuck understands French? Not me, Y/N thinks.

But of course, the venue isn't as big as the USA or even Paris, so of course Y/N heard whispers that Jenna Ortega is also in the same vicinity as hers, but why would she believe something that she can't even see. Y/N thinks that if Jenna is really in the same place as hers, they would probably meet each other by now.

"You need to take your seat now, the show will start" She can hear Emilia's voice behind her and with a heavy heart, she decided to seat and hopes to meet JIsoo later.

Trying to get comfortable with her seat, a group of men started to walk her way and Y/N thinks "Who the fuck gets guarded like that on a fucking fashion show?" and when the men started to disperse, a lady wearing a high heel that is dressed in long black flowy skirt, a black see-through top, and a jacket with a long white jewelry hanging from her neck; Y/N's eyes travels upward and see's a terrified look on the other person's face.

Y/N's own face contorted with disgust, her fist clench on its own and when a curse word tries to get out of her mouth, a pinch to her side coming from Emilia broke her and said "Act nice." Wide eyed with a tight lipped smile greets the other person that is also trying to contain her emotions because...

"WHAT THE FUCK IS Y/N DOING IN HERE?"

Exactly, that was Jenna's thought when the body guards in front of her started to go to their post and give her her space and lead her to her seat. Her eyes widen, feeling that her blood suddenly is pushing upwards, feeling a little bit dizzy with how much her heart is pumping her blood from the anger that she feels from the inside. Her eyes suddenly moves to the side and looks at her publicist, jut like how her character Wednesday stare at people. Her publicist then whispered to her "Be good, now."

The both of them are now staring at each other, bewildered on how the fuck did they ended up seating next to each other on a Paris Fashion Week, knowing so damn well that there are hundreds of brand that's doing the same thing that they are doing right now.

With forced smiles and a toned down anger, Jenna seats beside Y/N, creating a big space between them that could accommodate another person if they wanted to. The two women, seating side-by-side, thinking of ways on how can they seat through the whole show without murdering each other or just to try to not cause a scene. Jenna did not brought enough patience for this show, if she only knew that Y/N will be here, then she would probably brought a lot of extra patience with her. As for the other girl, if Y/N would have known that Jenna would be here, she would've declined this offer immediately and just attend another show.

Without looking to her side Y/N whispers "what the fuck are you doing here?" Jenna trying not to look at Y/N has her ears ringing from anger with what she heard from the other woman and answered in a hushed tone "the fuck do you mean why am i here?" Y/N then turns her body towards Jenna and stated with a sassy tone "Why are you here? Are you trying to follow me?" This doesn't go unnoticed by Jenna "You're so full of yourself, I don't even know that you're in here you dumbass"

Before Y/N gets to speak, a photographer appeared and asked for a picture of them. With forced smiles, the two girls closed the gap between them and smiled brightly at the camera, acting like they weren't trying to slit each other's throat before he came in.

"Nice, another picture with you" Y/N said with a sarcastic tone, Jenna was trying to do some breathing exercise, praying that she wouldn't lose her cool because if things will just be on her way? She would've smacked Y/N right in the head with her purse. "Wow, who said I like being on one frame with you?" Jenna said with a tone full of disgust.

A cough from behind them ca be heard coming from both of their publicist, and they know so damn well how things will go if they continue to banter. So what they did was to be quiet, smile at the camera and the guests, and watch the fashion show unfold.

Half of the show have passed and Y/N wants to peel her ass from her seat, run to the nearest wall, and just smash her head. She can't stand another second of Jenna nodding at every model and hearing muttered words like how wonderful they are. Y/N moved over to Jenna and whispered "Don't act like you're interested, I know how much this things bore you." Jenna's hand travelled to Y/N's thigh and grips it, hard enough so that Y/N can feel Jenna's nails digging through the fabric of her dress "Shut up."

Y/N yelps and bites her lip to contain a surprised gasp that she just made, Y/N then lightly slaps Jenna's hand, "Don't you dare do that again, you're harassing me" Y/N said trying to threaten and Jenna gasped and pulls her hand away "I'm not harassing you!"

"Girls..." Emilia whispered from behind, with that, the two women sat quietly and tries to keep their hands from trying to pull each others hair. The scene that unfolded earlier where Y/N moved closer to Jenna wo whisper something and Jenna's hand on Y/N's thigh could tell a different story when you watch it from afar. That is why photographers tried to capture it, other guests also noticed the two being closer to each other.

While Y/N and Jenna watched the entire show quietly, both of their publicist seemed to arrived at a certain business deal that would greatly benefit the two stars that they are handling. But they know that this'll need more meetings and contract signings.

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Dior Fashion show ended a few hours ago, Jenna was just chilling in the living room of her hotel trying to find a new movie to watch, but before she press play, her publicist messaged her that they need to have a dinner meeting to discuss future projects and this one is urgent. So what Jenna did was she got up and went to her dresser trying to find a semi-formal attire to wear and for her to somehow look decent.

In the lobby, there was Wendy, waiting for her with a bag on her hand and a cluster of paper on the other. "Sorry for the late notice, I just got this deal earlier" Wendy said trying to lead Jenna to the Hotel's Restaurant. While walking Jenna thought "Wait... why is my publicist making deals and not my manager?" And it made Jenna stop from walking and looked at Wende and asked "Does my manager know this so-called-deal?" and Wendy just answered "Of course, they're inside with the other party waiting for us" with a suspicious and eerie feeling, Jenna followed suit and walked towards the private room that Wendy entered.

A waiter opened the door on the other side and there was a big table with people who are seated and are talking, on the other side that faces her, she saw her manager, the other party which she guessed are facing their back to her. Wendy ushered Jenna to sit in the middle and while trying to look for the faces for the other party, Jenna feels like she knows the faces of these people. Starting from the right, analyzing her face, her hair, and the paper that is in front of her Jenna thought "Oh, probably she's the publicist" and when she moved from the so-called-publicist left, she sees a scowling face, eyebrows pushed together in the middle, lips are tight, and a rigid body posture, and Jenna thought "No fucking way" ready to run from where she is to the door, her arms were held down by Wendy and is trying to push her down to seat in front of none other than Y/N.

"What is this?" Jenna asked and Y/N "What do you think?" with a biting remark. The two of them holding a staring battle, trying to push each other's luck and trying to feel if the other one is gonna send them a punch or a slap. "Shut up, adults are talking" Jenna said with a smirk and Y/N answered "We are literally the same age, what are you talking about?" and before Y/N gets to add another remark Jenna cut her off and said "Oh yeah? Well the shut up, people who are mature enough gets to talk."

Y/N then stood up from her chair ready to pounce on Jenna when her manager hold her down and forced her to seat down and said "Calm down you two, we are not here to set you both to fight on a boxing ring in Vegas" and the other person in the room chuckles.

"Is this some kind of joke? What am I doing in here?" Y/N asked her manager and her publicist and Emilia answered her "Calm down first and we will explain, please girls." And Y/N tried to calm herself down staring at the wall.

Throughout the entire meeting, both of Y/N and Jenna's manager and their publicist explains how good it will be if the both of them will be in a public relationship. They explained that the media, the public, and their fans loved the two of them together, seeing how the rumor between the two of them isn't dying after months, how their status and fanbase got bigger, and how can this publicity attract more people to support the both of them.

"But I thought I'm gonna be okay without any public relationship?" Jenna said pertaining to what Wendy said and she answered "Well, it still is, but if you are in a relationship with Y/N everything will be better. It's gonna be a win-win situation for the both of us."

"I don't need this, I can do things on my own" Y/N said and her publicist explained "Yes, but it will be more better with a help you know" and that made Y/N furious "Okay, first of all I don't need her charity, I don't need anyone to boost my career. I am talented and that's what I'm gonna use." Then her manager butted in and said "Yes, we didn't mean it in that way Y/N and you know it. You're just gonna help each other out, be each other's stepping stone. When the contract finishes, there will be no bad blood and we will say that things just didn't work out because of schedule."

When Y/N's manager said that, both Y/N and Jenna looked at each other's eye, feeling like it did struck a nerve on the both of them, holding each other's stare for a second, the room went silent. Y/N then looked down at her lap after she caught Jenna stared at her, she plays with the end fabric of the table cloth. Jenna on the other and was just staring at Y/N, biting her lip, trying to say something but she can't eve formulate a word.

"Okay, I think we are done, we can continue this tomorrow, sounds like a plan?" Wendy said collecting the papers in front of her, the managers were standing up and trying to leave the room.

Y/N was still seating and looking down, Wendy and her manager knows so damn well that they need to leave Y/N alone when she went this silent. Jenna was also the same, still seating down in her seat, feeling like someone nailed her to where she is.

With a deep sigh, Y/N raised her eyes in front of her, where Jenna's eyes were awaiting. A lingering sense of familiarity can be felt in line with a feeling of deep longingness and hatred. The air was thick, both of them trying to read each other's mind. Y/N knows Jenna, she knows all of her, but not the one who is seating in front of her. On the other hand Jenna's waiting for Y/N to say something, because she knows Y/N so damn well, she knows her that well. Both of them feels like they were thrown back from where they were, contemplating and thinking on a restaurant.

Y/N and Jenna stared at each other for a second, Y/N's lips opened a few times, trying to say the words that runs through her mind, but failed after a few attempt. Jenna tries to calm her breathing because it seems like everything seems to fall on her shoulders, hitting her like a brick.

This wasn't what they imagined themselves after years of their break-up. They didn't imagine them seeing again, sitting on a restaurant, talking about their relationship. Everything that's happening brings ton of memories from the past that the both of them were trying to bury. So there they were, seated, facing each other, trying not to break down, and praying to whoever listens that this was just a joke, a prank, a dream, just not a reality that they need to face.

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South of the Border Singer Y/F/N Y/L/N and Actress Jenna Ortega seen Dining together in the City of Love

Y/F/N Y/L/N and Jenna Ortega both attended the 2023 Dior Spring show together and both seated side-by-side, some photographers from the inside released pictures of them getting close to each other and seemingly enjoying each other's presence.

Just as we thought that it will end there, the two stars surprises us with them being together dining in a hotel where Jenna Ortega is currently staying. Sources from the inside told that they dine inside a private room. Both of the stars arrived and went away separately. But this doesn't stop us from getting a moment of them together.

This occurrence only ignites the rumor that Y/N's new songs from the album are all about Jenna. Both of the stars aren't releasing any statements and their agency are still silent about this issue.

Stay tuned for more of this brewing love story that us slowly unfolding in our eyes!

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A/N: HI, apologies for the long wait, I hope you like it. I'm open for your thoughts and comments. Thanks again for reading and waiting. Not proofread, so notify me if there are any mistakes.

Tag list:

@hy-uk-ai @ortegalvr @mirage018 @geed-3 @idkjustliving2 @aurora-starwars (sorry just tagged all of you)

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x you #fanfic #fiction #jenna ortega imagine #findyouagain

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ugh-yoongi · 5 months

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hi!! i miss jin sm😭😭do u have any fic recs i could read in such a time?

hi nonnie! i also miss him very much, so i hope these fics can make you feel a lil better <3

most of these works contain mature themes/content. please heed tags and do not engage with any explicit work if you are a minor!

(also pls note i am doing this at work and we are slammed so there are a ton i've forgot. i'll come back and update this when i have a bit more time, but until then, please feel free to reblog with your own favorites!)

seokjin x reader

all you're giving me is friction by @hot-soop

last christmas by @xjoonchildx

meet me at the bar by @eoieopda

come sail away by @the-boy-meets-evil

distraction by @here2bbtstrash

taming of the bridezilla by @cinnaminsvga

play hard by @honeymoonjin

for you, anything by @gukyi

sugar by @wwilloww

aubade by @junghelioseok

on the ropes by @raplinesmoon

christmas warfare by @gimmethatagustd

i'm all yours by @sailoryooons

decent by @hamsterclaw

as always, member x member fics (aka me being namjin/yoonjin trash) under the cut!

member x member

beneath the moon by @yoongiphoria (namjin)

the restitution coefficient by @effortandmore (namjin)

these four walls (yoonjin)

look (yoonjin)

telepathy for virgins (2seok)

kkotkkoji (namjin)

beta tau sigma (namjin)

a calendar in one color (yoonjin)

salt water (namjin ft. jk)

concluding remarks (yoonjin)

breaking the soulbond (yoonjin)

somewhere you can meet me (yoonjin)

acts of service (yoonjin)

C:\PAIRINGS\YoonJin\Date_A.exe (yoonjin)

the rightish reasons (yoonjin)

local dumbass idiot helps sexy criminal and then writes sad bird poems instead of just saying Yes Seokjin I Like You Too (namjin)

easy (namjin)

and they were roommates (namjin)

a sociolinguistic analysis of epenthesis in academic convergence (namjin)

worldwide lonesome (yoonjin)

the vagabond (yoonjin)

a breach of protocol (namjin)

wish you were instead (jinmin)

everything moves on (namjin)

kim seokjin, professional miracle (yoonjin)

more walls (collected along the way) (namjin)

smile like you mean it (2seok)

bloom (jinkook)

bated breath (2seok)

cherub vice (jinkook)

imprints & magnitude (namjin)

we were written in the stars (jinmin)

two bros, chillin in the gay club (2seok)

i wouldn't know where to start (yoonjin)

inc. (yoonjin)

fake sugar (jinkook)

#seokjin x reader #jin x reader #seokjin fanfic #jin fanfic #bts x reader #bts fanfic #if you read anything on the mxm list PLEASE let it be easy #it is my favorite portrayal of jin ever #ever ever #fic rec #jewel answers

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eclairsnme · 9 months

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♡ POV: Being The Itoshi Brother’s Elder Sister ♡

Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4

More trouble and very dilf (prick) boss and yandere kaiser!!

tags: idol!you, crack comedy, reunion, familial love, sfw, somewhat of a brat (⁎⁍̴̛ᴗ⁍̴̛⁎), lack of common sense, dilf boss, kaiser is giving me psycho killer mannn (✦థ ｪ థ), red flags!!

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

A few years ago,

You picked up the phone and read a message.

It’s a punishing journey here.

It was from Sae, your younger brother.

After reading the message, you flipped the phone to your manager.

You could not be bothered to reply to him as... well, you are in a middle of a scandal.

A rival company is trying to sue you for plagiarising their music.

I mean like ew? (¬､¬)

You debuted in the music industry one year ago and had already gathered a massive fanbase and caused a wave in the industry.

Many were hailing you as the pop star of the century. Recognised not only domestically but also worldwide.

The songs were written by you and with the collaboration of acclaimed song producers.

When all of your songs dominated the Billboard chart, you solidified your status as the youngest and most celebrated star of this era.

You know what they always say, behind every success has its own trials and tribulations, and yeah you were now experiencing that exact phenomenon — a scandalous scandal, a bad suing kind.

The rival company had been trying to produce their very own pop star using you as the manual, however, it was to no avail. Obviously.

You snorted at that. No one could compete with you, naturally.

Therefore, they had to resort to underhand tactics. Such as, wrongly accusing you of plagiarism without any ounce of evidence and trying to sue you to boot?

Huh! The audacity.

More absurdly, he annouced all that mumbo jumbo on the stupid bird app! That hellhole of an app.

It goes without saying that the news spread quickly like lighting speed! Both fans and haters became aware of it and rumors and negative comments began to circulate rapidly. They really popped off there.

What else popped off? Keyboard warriors. They came and showed the heck up. They have never typed their opinions so quickly.

Before you could defend yourself from such an outlandish claim, they had already painted you a bad reputation. You cracked a displeased smile.

It appears that your followers and supporters have left you abruptly and without any hesitation.

And they call themselves loyal fans. You pouted. People’s minds sure do sway rather quickly. That bandwagon sure has lots of passengers.

Today, a crowd gathered outside your studio to protest against what they perceive as your "sinister" conduct.

How very rude!

Prior to your debut, you had anticipated that your first scandal would involve a dating rumour with a super hot man. However, the current scandal being circulated is merely a laughable joke and not the kind you had expected.

The music you made was definitely yours last you checked. It was unquestionably from this absolutely talented brain of yours.

“Pest,” you grumbled.

Oh and what a pest he definitely is. Actually, he was more disgusting than those creepy crawlies. He had a greasy face, greasy hair and an incredibly bad breath.

You shivered. Yucky.

“That bastard!” The boss of your company slammed the table.

Your boss was a tall and well-dressed individual in his mid twenties. He was an efficient and smart, young man that had personally scouted you and propelled your career (well, that is a little too much credit to him but yeh yeh).

This company had a few B-listers if you squint... hard enough. You were his first pop star and damn, you exceeded all his expectations. Not to toot your own horn, but yes you are quite literally The Best.

After learning of the absurdity, he was absolutely furious. He was frothing in the mouth like how baristas froth them age-old milk. You found it quite funny to see his handsome face contort to such comedy.

You hid your giggle behind your hand.

He stopped and knelt down in front of you, "I understand that this situation is difficult for you right now, but I assure you that we will find a solution and overcome this obstacle together."

Even the dumbest person would know that refuting the so-called "claims" was a simple task. However, the bigger issue at hand is the individuals who have already turned their backs on you. Unfortunately, you are currently considered the most disliked public figure.

Can you believe that? Me!

To that, you grunted and took a heavy whiff of the musky meeting room.

Gain back their support?

You suddenly stood up, causing your boss to fall back onto his buttocks.

An idea crossed your little noggin. Your idea is truly exceptional, with a level of creativity that is almost unparalleled. Some people might even dare ask, "From that brain of yours?"

A true visionary of the century you would say. You snickered to your own delight.

“What’s going on?” Your boss asked in confusion.

“I know just the way to make him eat his shit!” You bellowed, lightly brushing the nonexistent dust from your Miu Miu garb.

Oh yes, eat shit he will. Bet, his shit would be the best-tasting shit he will ever consume.

Present day

You, the top idol, stood in front of the screen fake crying your heart out for your dear little brother.

“Do you not love me anymore?!” You dramatically placed your hand over your face, wiping away the fake tears.

Rin covered his ears at that infamous phrase coming from you.

As the situation “escalates”, even Rin’s teammates started to catch on to your act. As in, they actually fell for your poorly executed acting.

“Oi, Rin your sister is calling for you! You bastard of a little brother making her cry,” his teammates and Karasu collectively shouted at him, accusingly.

This was too much for Rin to handle, the embarrassment was too excruciating. He was so close to believing that you were not his sister. Heck, did you hear his internal thoughts? Because he could vaguely hear you crying louder. He shuddered.

To Rin, this was the equivalent of having his mom unexpectedly appear in the classroom and announcing every speck of mole on his body to everyone. Yet again, he shuddered.

You, on the other hand, were just about to tease him more when Mr Manager tapped on your shoulder.

“Your next schedule is in an hour, you need to get ready.”

Ah, talk about getting blue balled. You frowned. You were just about to have fun with Rin.

"Schedule? I thought I was done for today?" You gave him a look of disapproval, with your lips tightly pressed together.

"I-it's the meeting with the boss!" He spread his arms wide in disbelief, brows downturned and mouth gaping like a goldfish.

"That person would not mind," you turned away from the screen and shrugged your shoulders, "no big deal missing one or two meetings."

"You mean, multiple (all) meetings?"

Wow, talk about being unnecessarily observant. You rolled your eyes. If your eyes could roll to the back of your skull that will be great.

So, your boss has this thing where you have to meet him and then goes on to lecture you on your bad public image blah blah blah. A broken record. That is what he is. He needs to learn how to shut up.

"Please you need to attend the meeting or else," your manager took a deep breath, "he will be really angry at me. Since he also specifically mentioned the severity of your behaviour this time around."

"Andddd?" You nonchalantly glance over, not sure why you should care.

Your boss sure is a pain in the buttocks. You can handle yourself well without him. What about the severity of your behaviour this time around? This was not your first rodeo.

"Wait!" You yanked the collar of his shirt, "What do you mean by the severity of my behaviour this time around."

He miserably clutch onto his shirt to ensure he would not die to accidental asphyxiation.

"T-he paps!" He released himself from your grip and whispered into your ears, "They took a photo of you smooching a man! Boss was super - and I mean super duperrr - angry! Since this morning, he has been attempting to hide the entire situation from the public."

Smooch? The only thing you smooched was...

Oh!

Oh?

OH!

Ohhh?

OH!

So, someone did catch you getting first base with that German guy.

"Smooch?" Anri gasped, a little too loudly. Actually, loud enough for the entire Blue Lock facility to hear.

Smooch? The Blue Lock players repeated after Anri.

Anri clasped her mouth shut.

Erm oops. (Ŏ艸Ŏ)

Turns out, the screen was still on for everyone to witness.

"End of today's entertainment — hope everyone feels motivated by the special appearance of the wonderful idol," with a click of a button, Ego had the screen turned off to the disgruntlement of the players behind the screen and to the joy of Rin.

"W-we have to go!" Panic filled Mr Manager's voice as he tried to drag you out of the room.

"But my Rin!"

"You are welcome here anytime," Ego interjected.

"Really?" Your teal eyes lid up.

"Reward for work and work for reward. It is widely acknowledged that when individuals receive recognition for their diligent efforts, they tend to exhibit improved performance and exhibit a more optimistic outlook. As a result, it is imperative to provide incentives that are based on performance. By the way, I must take a moment to express my genuine gratitude for your presence here today, Miss."

You blinked at his response, "I don't know what you just said, but I will be back for my little brother, Go-go!"

Ego briefly reflects on his nickname and then lets a faint smile appear on his face, "Hope to see you very soon too."

"Ah, the boss is already calling me! We have to go!"

"Bye-bye, big melon woman!" You did not forget your manners, as you made your way out.

Anri shyly waved back at you.

Damn, I really want big boobs.

His sharp eyes met yours.

You gulped.

You felt like a deer caught in the headlight. It was just a smooch — a very normal German etiquette. No biggie. Right?

Your boss held a photograph of what you believe is the source of this man's frustration.

You took the photograph out of his hands, "I spy with my little eyes a man and an exceptionally drop-dead knockout woman engaged in - you know what? This is actually a really good photo! We could hang it-"

"For goodness sake!"

"-on the wall."

He ruffled his neatly tousled coif into a slightly messy one.

"It is just an old friend," You fidgeted with the ends of your dress.

"Friends do not eat out each other's face!" He exasperated, loosening his tie.

"I-"

"I don't think you get it. This photo shows very clearly, the nation's biggest star and the German prodigy footballer exchanging salivas! This is big big news! And it will be a scandal if people catch wind that you are going around smooching high profile people! What would people think of you? We have been through so many ups and downs together but this is your first relationship scandal. I can already imagine the looks of your fans-"

"Aren't you being a tad bit dramatic? Isn't it normal for a pretty girl like me to have relationships?"

"You are an idol!" He shouted, a little too loud that you flinched, "And what is this thing that your Manager told me? Regarding your desire for a boyfriend, please keep in mind that as an idol, you have a certain image to uphold."

You stood up and slammed the table, a little too hard — you felt your palm throb underneath. You took angry steps towards him and placed your still throbbing palm on his face ever so not gently.

He stared into your teal eyes and you saw the big gulp he took.

Taking another step closer till your head was right beneath his chin, you stared up at him and squeezed his cheeks with all your might. He groaned and grabbed your wrist.

"What is that for!" He softly clasped onto his tender, reddened cheeks. You harrumphed back at him.

"HA! Idol this idol that." You snorted, "what if he is actually my boyfriend? Have you thought of that? Plus, my fans are mature enough to understand. We've practically grown up together. Don't be delusional, old pal!"

Ah, I am really digging my grave.

"You know very well-" You eyed him sharply, his mouth clammed shut.

"Kaiser and I are super in love and so what if some paps caught us? Is it really possible for someone like me, a young and attractive woman, to remain celibate forever? I am certainly not a nun." You let your mouth run, nervously.

Wow, my grave has been dug real deeeep, very spacious if I say so myself.

To be honest, you were not even too sure what you were even saying. Your boss was being such a prick. Prickly prick. Ugh.

"When did you even meet that guy with your full schedule?" He asked, hands still on your wrist.

"Our love needs no words. Whence our eye meets, we are in love," You physically cringed at your words. Seeing the goosebumps rising from your boss's arms, you were not the only one who thought so it seems.

Great. Just great.

"Let us set this straight. So you are telling me that you are in a relationship with that football player?"

"Why do you act so surprised? C'mon, I have two fine brothers who are also football players. What can I say? I just love a man who can treat the ball right. It is all bound to be. Therefore this is no scandalous scandal you should be worried about."

He releases your hands and stuffs his hands inside the pocket of his suit, reaching for the cigarette pack. He let out a deep breath and then proceeded to light a cigarette. With a shaky breath, he exhaled the thick smoke, his head throbbing from pent-up exhaustion and frustration.

You almost felt sorry for him, almost.

"Sooner or later, the news will explode. I will have a statement prepared for the media. Get ready."

Oh jolly, will you look? My grave is the size of an Olympic pool! How spacious. Sorry, big man.

Your boss was a good man that cared for you. But sometimes it gets overbearing. Very red flag. Do you think maybe that's why he's still single? I mean, he's got a lot going for him - eligible bachelor, CEO, and let's be real, he's pretty good-looking. But there's gotta be a reason, right?

Ladies, if you need a man you can call me.

ヾ(о-ω･)ﾉ⌒★

Kaiser smiled to himself.

The brightness of his phone deepened his smile into one of a Cheshire cat.

On his phone was a picture of you helplessly holding onto him as he savoured your lips.

"Aren't we cute together?" He said to no one in particular as he caresses the rose tattoo on his neck.

Oh, how the world so nicely revolves around him that fate has brought you back to him.

It would be wonderful if you could be in his embrace at this moment.

He puts down the phone and closed his eyes.

Be patient. Mein göttin.

"You should go back to sleep," Sae's soothing voice nearly put you to sleep as you struggled to stay awake.

You heard rustlings on the other end of the call, pretty sure he was in the middle of his training.

Oops.

"I made a fool out of myself today!" You lamented, snuggling deeper into your silky covers.

"Aren't you always a fool? What did you do this time? Lo siento. Estoy hablando con mi hermana-" You could hear another feint voice conversating with him. Must be his teammates. You yawned.

"- I am sure it is nothing too serious as always. You are tired, go sleep," Sae returned to the conversation.

"It is really really bad..." you spoke softly, rubbing your face onto the silk.

"Did you kill someone?"

"My boss looked like he almost died but no," You stretched your aching body, "I think I just got myself a boyfriend, more like I just told my boss a big lie that is about to be publicised...That guy is not even my boyfriend and when he hears of this garbage - oh boy is he definitely going to have a heart attack. I am in big trouble."

"You dug your own grave," Sae said, cooly.

"I know right, the grave is swimming pool sized."

"Who is the unlucky guy?"

"Kaiser Mikel?" You attempted to recall his surname.

Sae paused for a second before he replied, "Michael. Michael Kaiser?"

"Oh, you know him?"

"I do. He is a... good player. Sister, how did you even get involve with him?" This time, Sae sounded genuinely curious very unlike his usual disinterested self.

"You see," you hugged your bolster tightly, "some bugger quote on quote took a photo of us exchanging salivas."

"Excuse me?" Sae choked, "Exchanging salivas? Mierda-" You could imagine your brother's incredulous yet icked face right now. Well, he wanted to know and you delivered. ｢(◔ω◔「)三

"You heard me right."

"I wish I did not just hear that. But Kaiser and you?" Sae did not fail to exaggerate the last part almost in a manner you did not enjoy.

"Why did that sound like you are mocking me?" You grumbled underneath your soft duvet.

"I don't think that guy will mind being your boyfriend if that helps," Sae shook his head thinking about the German prodigy.

"Really?" you exclaimed, your eyes sparkling with sleepy excitement.

“Yeah. He- Dame un momento. I have to go now. I'll send you a text message. Go to sleep now," he paused briefly, "and have a good night."

There the phone line goes. Silence.

As if Sae had actually cast a sleeping spell on you, your head sank back onto the plush pillow and you succumb to silky sheets pulling you into a dreamy languor.

A boyfriend sounds nice... right?

Ring. Ring. Ring.

The sound of incessant phone ringing filled your room, grumbling under the sheets, you unwillingly pick up the phone.

"Who is it?" You drawled on every word in a drowsy stupor.

"Guten morgen, mein engel!"

You ended the call.

When did you fall asleep? You were having such a nice conversation with your brother too.

As you glance towards the window, you notice that the sun has barely even risen. Feeling lethargic, you let out a groan while still in bed.

Five more minutes...

Your dark lashes fluttered shut as you inhaled the fresh scent of cedar from your sheets. You sank softly into the mattress as sleep slowly envelopes you-

Ring. Ring. Ring.

You moaned softly.

"Five more minutes..." You spoke quietly to the spirits in your room.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

"Five just five-"

Ring. RIng. RIng.

Your eyes snapped open, half awake and half annoyed.

"What is it?" Mouth still dry as you tried to sound as harsh as possible to the rude morning caller, but it came out sounding like a meek, saddened mouse.

"Is mein liebling still sleepy?" The timbre of the caller's voice sent chills down your spine.

You know this voice! You rubbed your sleepy eyes and cleared your dry throat, "Kaiser?"

"Yes, Liebling." He purred.

Your bare arms prickled, sending you chills.

You were still sleeping, right?

"Er- wwie komme ich zu Cologne (*how do i get to Cologne)?" You spouted a random German phrase you so happen to remember from your travels.

"You are very cute," he lightly chuckled.

Oh damn, maybe you were half asleep but that was a pretty nice-sounding chuckle. Still, you did not understand what he just said.

"Someone reached out to me and said you are very much in love with me and that we are in a loving relationship," he continued softly, clearly enunciating each and every word you did not understand, "I am very very flattered, Liebling."

You feigned laughter in response, not sure what you are laughing at but he was laughing too so you are safe.

"Yes, it is a joyous occasion," Kaiser laughed in tune with yours.

Seriously, what is this man saying? You thought to yourself between laughs.

☆〜（ゝ。∂）the end (for now) ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

sike! Extras!

Sae is very unimpressed by Kaiser's courting of his sister. He does not know much outside of soccer but he sure as hell knows that Kaiser's method was, to say the very least, strange. He just hopes the German fella does not hurt his sister. That would be extremely troublesome.

<also, how would you react if you met someone like Kaiser irl, because girlfriend he is screaming red flag to me>

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Jaehyun boxer smut????

[8:21PM]

GENRE: SMUT | FLUFF | ANGST | BOXING AU

WARNINGS: arguing, protected sex, kissing, fingering and mentions of wounds! (also, medical stuff which i probably won’t write.. correctly lol).

as you round the corner, you’re stumped when seeing a girl in a black and white mini skirt and a black and white striped stop, giggling and pressing a kiss on your husbands cheek.

“good luck on your match, mr jeong. i’ll see you after the match.” she giggles and turns, looking at you once and then avoiding your eyes.

jaehyun clears his throat and stands up from the bench while wiping his cheek with a tsk.

“my love.” jaehyun stops in his tracks when seeing you and your daughter.

“hi honey.” you smile and your husband walks up to you, carefully tossing a hand around your neck and leaning in.

jaehyun pulls away and tickles his daughters tummy. “hi princess.” he gives her forehead a kiss. “hi daddy.” jolene lifts her head.

jaehyun ruffles her hair and she whines. “my manager told me you weren’t here yet and i honestly thought you just weren’t coming.”

you cup jaehyuns face with your free hand. “i know, i’m sorry i’m late. your parents were on a date and couldn’t pick nene up.” you give a frown.

jaehyun collects the little girl from you. “ah, that’s alright. sucks you had to bring her. i really don’t want my little nene to see me fighting at this age.” he gives the girl a peck who giggles.

“who was that.. that women earlier?” jaehyun softly laughs and cups your face. “last week this new ring girl was hired and she came in to wish me a good luck.” you lick your lips and nod.

“with her lips on your cheek?” you murmur.

jaehyun senses your worries and sighs. “baby, if you’re worried about her— don’t be. i love you and only you.” jolene clicks her tongue and lifts her head with wide eyes. “of course i love you, too, princess!”

“but, i promise, ladies. my heart is only for the two of you.” you nod.

the door slams open and you turn your head but jaehyuns doesn’t budge.

“jaehyun!” jaehyun sighs at his managers voice. “yeah?” footsteps are heard shuffling towards where the three of you were at.

“we’ve got— mrs jeong— ms jeong, hello to you both.” you can barely get a word out before the manager speaks, again. “jaehyun, we’ve got a match to start. you in or you out, man.”

“i know, but—?” jaehyun starts but is quickly shut down.

“no buts, jeong. let’s go. i’ve got around a thousand people out there and 700K on the table— are you in or are you out?!”

jaehyun looks at you and sighs. “i’ve got to—?” you nod firmly. “i know. i love you. and try not to hurt that pretty face of yours that i love.” jaehyun laughs and leans in, giving you a firm kiss.

“let’s get out there, jeong.” jaehyuns manager grabs jaehyun and guides him out to the ring where everyone cheered for him.

DINGDINGDING!

“and that’s it, everyone! jeong jaehyun, our worldwide champion has done it, again!” the reporter yells into the mic that echos throughout the large arena.

you stand up with your purse to your side and your water bottle swaying around.

you could see his eyes searching for you while his manager patted a damp towel down his face and neck. blood and sweat collected onto the towel.

you watch as your husband is guided to the back, signing autographs for fans and not posing for any pictures.

“nice one out there, jae!” someone shouts.

“awesome swings!” another one shouts!

you speedwalk towards the back, trying your best to squeeze through the tight crowd but it’s no use once the paparazzis turn their attention to you.

“mrs jeong, when’s the next baby coming?” someone asks, shoving their mic to you and you dodge it.

“mrs jeong, where’s baby jolene?!” she was picked up by her grandparents but of course, you don’t say anything.

you give a sweet smile before slipping past the doors that led to the back.

you sigh, seeing the crowd of workers and refs around.

“nice one out there, jeong.” you could jaehyuns manager say. you follow the voice where it leads you to jaehyuns cubical.

“say something for the camera, prince charming.” jaehyun chuckles and looks up at the camera, pausing from his kumpers.

“uhhh,” jaehyun stares up at the camera with the most innocent look and you giggle, leaning against the metal lockers.

“how do you feel after winning tonight’s fight?” jaehyun laughs awkwardly and sits up. “i feel.. proud of myself. i feel stronger than before.”

“damn, right! you earned that medal, jeong.” the same ring girl from earlier skips up to him and tosses an arm around his shoulders. “you did so good out there! i’m so proud of you!” she squeals and stares up into the camera.

“yeah,” jaehyun nods. “yeah, i wouldn’t have done it without my good luck charms in the crowd. my wife and daughter were watching me tonight so i think that encouraged me more.” jaehyun presses his lips together and his dimples pop.

“ah, you two look lovely together! let get you two into the frame— absolutely stunning.” jaehyun stammers while the ring girl poses and the camera man backs up.

the camera man looks up from his screen. “give the lady a kiss, jeong.”

“no thanks, im happily married.” jaehyun shrugs the ring girls arm off but then a loud squeaking can be heard.

she’d kissed his cheek.

the blood from your face drains.

“ah,” your husband exclaims and shrugs her off, wiping his cheek after. “cmon, jeong. don’t be dramatic. you should expect this— after all, you are the prince charming.” the man laughs and flips his camera so the flash is off and walks out the cubical.

“sorry, jeong! it’s for the media— they’ll go wild.” she sighs and ruffles with her hair. “see you at your next match.” she leaves the cubical and doesn’t even acknowledge you.

jaehyun sighs and rubs his cheek, his movement coming to a halt when seeing you. “hey, where’s my nene?” he rips off his kumpers. “your parents picked her up.”

after a pregnant silence, you push yourself off the lockers. “i’ll be in the car.” you turn and jaehyun curses.

shuffling is heard following you as you leave the underground arena.

“babe!” you don’t turn to the voice, instead you unlock the car.

you let out a soft gasp when being flipped. “you’re not driving.” the keys are snatched from your hands by your husband.

“‘kay, whatever.” you shrug and cross your arms with an annoyed frown. “babe—?” you ignore him and knock into his shoulder as you walk past him and walk to the passenger side.

jaehyun joins you in the car when hearing you slam the door shut.

“i know you’re upset and i think i know why.” jaehyun glances at you and nods when receiving the cold shoulder, just starting the car instead.

“i think you’re upset because the ring girl kissed my cheek, right?” before he pulls out the parking lot, he looks at you, waiting to see if he’s correct.

you shrug. “it’s not like i’m jealous or anything. i don’t care. like she said, it’s for the media.” you remark her words.

“so it is because of the ring girl?”

silence.

“okay,” jaehyun unbuckles his seatbelt and shifts his body to face you. “one answer, baby. just one. i know you’re upset.”

“yeah.” jaehyun sighs at the dry answer.

you uncross your arms. “what,” you turn your head to him. “you said one answer and i said yeah.” jaehyun shuts off the car and tosses the keys into the cup holder.

“climb to the back.” jaehyun says, nodding his head to the back.

you scoff. “you think i’m going to be submissive and obedient and just do as you say?” jaehyun sharpens his glare. “fine.” you sigh and kick off your heels, sitting up and climbing over the counsel and into the back.

jaehyun sniffles and clears his throat, not bringing his eyes to yours. you huff in annoyance and roll your eyes. “i don’t know why you’re upset with me. probably just mad that i’m correct.”

jaehyun kicks off his shoes and climbs into the back. “you and your smart fucking mouth. one day it’ll get you in trouble.” he backs you up until your back is pressed against the door.

you lazily grin and tilt your head. “you’re just mad that i’m right. you said to give you one answer and i did.” jaehyuns jaw ticks. “if you’re so upset that i’m right, cry me a fucking river. you’re literally upset over nothing.”

your back is slammed onto the window and your face begins warming up when jaehyun slams his lips onto yours.

you push him back and he yanks you forward by the waist. “take off your clothes, baby.” he tugs on the skirt of your dress.

“why don’t you take it off for me?” you tilt your head and give a small smirk. “oh, you don’t have to ask me twice, my love.” he gives you the same snarky smirk and pulls up your dress.

jaehyun tosses the dress behind him and grabs you, turning you slightly and pinning you against the leather seat.

“i—ack!” you yelp when jaehyun pulls the leather handle causing the seat to fall flat.

“aw, did that scare you?” jaehyun hovers over you. “shut it or i’ll find someone else to fuck me.” before you can smile innocently, jaehyun grabs your hips and rips off your panties.

“okay now, that hurt, you asshole!” you wince and hiss at the tight burning sensation.

you rub your hips where it hurt most from the fabric being pulled on.

“aw, such a shame this pretty pantie had to be ripped off.” jaehyun tuts.

you lift your head up in a rush. “you ripped them?!” your white panties with a cute little pink rose sewed into the middle of them being hung up on jaehyuns finger.

“i can buy you a new one. easy as that.” you scowl at him. “one won’t do— buy me the whole collection. they come in many different colors and they come in sets. both panties and bra.”

jaehyun licks his lips. “i’ll buy you whatever, baby. just say the word and it’s yours.”

“yeah?” you prop yourself onto your elbows and bring your face close to his. “yeah, baby.” jaehyun brings his eyes to your lips.

“i want your cock in my pussy, now.” your eyes drop to see jaehyun undoing his belt with one hand. “and, i want it hard and fast.”

you let out a gasp when being pushed back down. “no backing out now, baby.” jaehyun grunts and positions himself to be aligned with your entrance.

“i’m not planning on backing out, baby. fuck me like you fucking hate me.” you emphasize.

jaehyun pauses before grabbing you and flipping you onto your stomach. “what’re you—?” jaehyun grabs your hips and lifts you up onto your knees.

“hey—?!” jaehyun pushes your chest down and slides himself into your pussy.

you and jaehyun both softly gasp.

jaehyun grabs both your hands and pins them behind your back. “fuck, y/n.” jaehyun groans and pounds his hips forward.

the whole car shakes with his rough thrusts. you can feel the car violently rock back and forth with how hard jaehyun fucks you.

“oh, god!” you cry out from pleasure and from the way your neck and cheek ached.

jaehyun bites his bottom lip as he watches your pussy swallow up his cock. “fuck, you take my dick so well, baby.”

“you’re doing so good at taking my dick, baby. your pretty pussy taking my dick so well.” jaehyun whimpers and tips his head back.

your moans fill up the small space as you feel your orgasm growing closer and closer.

“i’m gonna— fucking cum!” you cry out.

your body jerks and your legs begin to shake violently as you climax.

“oh, shit! fuck, im cumming! oh, fuck!” you let out a string of swear words as you attempt to pull yourself off jaehyuns dick.

jaehyun groans at the tightness around him but he pulls your hips back so you’re stuck in place on his cock.

“don’t fucking move, y/n. this pussy is mine.” you cry and mumble out words that jaehyun couldn’t understand.

jaehyun uses your pussy until he reaches his climax and dumps his load into you.

painting your pink walls in white.

“fuck, baby.” jaehyun slowly pulls himself out and falls beside you.

“c’mere, baby.” jaehyun collects you and huffs. “my knees hurt.” jaehyun kisses your head. “and my cheek.” you rub your cheek that was pressed against the leather seat for nearly an hour.

you groan and look up to see jaehyuns fingers dangling in front of your face. “y’know, my neck hurts too.” you reach up and grab his finger, pressing on the pad of it.

silence fills the car.

“i’m sorry, honey.” jaehyun says, breaking the silence.

“for what?” you ask, playing with his fingers that hung above you.

jaehyun sighs and clears his throat. “you were completely right; i said to say one answer and you did. i just didn’t like the tone and the way you said it. i’m sorry.”

you giggle and pull yourself closer to his chest. “it’s okay. i know i’m right and not wrong.” jaehyun laughs and squeezes you to his chest.

“and yeah.. i guess i was upset about the ring girl kissing you.”

“well—“ jaehyun gets cut off by you.

“yeah, it was just the cheek but still, who the hell wouldn’t be upset? who wants their significant other being kissed by some hot chick? twice?!”

jaehyun softly chuckles and kisses the top of your head. “you don’t have to worry about her. i’ll send in a complaint about her because i felt assaulted with her lips all over my face.”

you laugh and smack his ribs.

“but, just know i love you, okay?” you nod.

jaehyun pokes you in the ribs. “say it back!”

“only you, baby.” you nod.

“say it back!” you snicker while jaehyun pokes the sides of your ribs.

“i love you.” jaehyun laughs and you kiss his chest. “i know that too.” he pinches you for not saying it back and you let out a horrendous laugh.

“okay! okay! i love you too!”

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On her bottom (Part 2/2)

Male Reader x Nakamura Kazuha (ft. Miyeon)

Length: 3972 words

Tags: Daddy kink (well, ofc), replacement, sex as service, passionate kissing, loving make out, pussy eating, sweat, praising, subby!idol, self-degradation, burst of rage, hickeys, fondling, ass worship, talk about breeding, slow sex, missionary, anal, anal pronebone, begging for cum, cum on skin, angel!Kazuha

TW: Miyeon is not getting off lightly lol (or is she?), self-degradation

Inspiration: @sooyadelicacies, enough said.

Credit: @sooyadelicacies for co-writing

(A/N: HERE IS PART ONE, hope you enjoy this one as well!)

"Y-yes, Daddy."

You nod unceremoniously and swipe on your phone. A tiny smile pops up on your face for just a moment reading one of the many names. You quickly type out a message and send a pic of Miyeon along with it. It might take a bit until this new person arrives, but you know she will be worth the wait.

"Do you have any food in this place?” you sigh disappointed at Miyeon, “Make yourself useful at least and bring me something. Maybe that can pleasure me unlike you."

A swat at Miyeon's thigh signals to her that she is allowed to move. She is eager to get up, but her still sensitive, twitching pussy reminds her of what you did to her moments ago. Like a wounded soldier, you see her limp away, shame all over her face. She doesn't dare to look at you and only starts wailing when she is out of the room.

In the meantime, you switch from one app to the next and respond to work emails and other messages. Mostly boring proposals, requests, questions, stuff you will have to deal with later. Only a couple catch your eyes. Maybe they are spam, but if they are for real, you might have new idols that will suddenly be a lot more popular in this nation, probably even worldwide. While they smile in commercials at every highway, they are on their knees in your flat sucking your cock like a good girl.

Miyeon stretches out a silver tray with a variety of grapes and delicate pieces of chocolate. Her arms might not shake, but her orbs sure do. She quickly stares down to avoid you, to not show her weakness to take this loss. You're sure she would bawl her eyes right now if she knew who would surely knock on the door soon.

You calmly, without even looking up from your phone, ask Miyeon a question:

"Miyeon, should Daddy feel guilty if you're crying? Are you upset with me?"

"N-no, please, Daddy. I will be better, I promise."

Shallow knocks knock you out of your thoughts and the slander you wanted to throw at Miyeon becomes distant. Instead of spite, excitement fuels your veins.

"Come on in!"

It only took a few moments for an angel to step in front of your very eyes. Dressed in what you assume is her latest stage outfit, jeans and a white top that showed her perfectly sculpted body.

"Zuha, you arrived quickly. Come my angel!" you say as if casting a spell

"Daddy," she cutely says and basically leaps towards you. Miyeon can only dodge in shock and the dread that looms above her head like thunderous clouds becomes almost visible. She might feel a heavy downpour soon, as she eyes the japanese girl sinking into your embrace.

"You are such an Angel, coming straight from your music show to this place," you praise the young woman and pat her head. A rare smile forms on your face; not that you don’t smile, but this one is different. Miyeon surely has never seen it. A smile of… love?

"My angel, I'm sorry I missed your music show" you tell the giggling girl and sink with her onto the mattress. There is no slamming, no quickly getting to a fucking, just gentle loving. The ultimate shock for Miyeon however is the fact that you, Daddy, just apologized. It makes her jaw drop.

"I'm just so happy you called me, Daddy!"

Kazuha's cheeks turn rosy, her smile is wide and bright. It makes you melt into another passionate exchange of saliva with her. Her exposed abs press into you tightly, then shifting slowly over your cock. She smells of sweat, hard-work and pure love. Your fingers entangle themselves with her brown locks and your eyes open just to look at Miyeon's shocked expression.

"You're still sweaty, baby girl,” you whisper to Kazuha, “you really did just arrive after your stage didn't you? You're usually so clean and pure like a seraphim fitting of your group, but you're dirty today for Daddy, aren't you?"

"I couldn't let you wait, Daddy," she says with an adorable smirk. Her expression however shifts when she wraps her arms around your nape, comes very close to your face and also whispers:

"I can be the purest angel you have ever seen. I can also be—"

Instead of finishing her sentence, she steps back and tears down her pale blue jeans sticking to her sweaty legs. The front of her panties are soaked in her juice; its strong, mind-altering odor, one of the greatest smells to ever hit your nose, starts to fill the room and you can't hold yourself back anymore.

You leap and pull away at her panties, diving straight into her pussy with a powerful, needy lick. You inhale. There was no chance you would leave her folds anytime soon. You needed her aroma, her essence, to taste the very heavens.

An outsider might have assumed that your craving to be pleased was suddenly gone, but they would be mistaken. Basking in the gorgeous labia of one of your greatest creations—Kazuha, the perfect angel—is a greater pleasure than anything Miyeon could have offered today. Hearing Kazuha squeak and whine in her adorable voice it's like frosting on a glorious cake. Your angel adds cherries on top when she slowly removes her top with shaky hands to reveal her cute chest jiggling.

"Daddy should spend more time with you, Zuha, I want you to be by my side for a while. Stay with Daddy and serve me in the Master room.”

You owned numerous houses and had an abundance of bedrooms in each home, but the designated Master room was exclusive, special. Only those of your absolute favorites ever saw the inside of that room. There were rumors that the Master room was where more intimate words were exchanged rather than just beastly lust. Whispers even that the Master room was a sign of being a chosen life partner and even mother to Daddy's future children.

"Oh, Daddy, I'd love to spend all the time in the world in your Master room," Kazuha says with her cute giggle and rosy blush on angelic cheeks, "but I'm sure there is a different reason why I'm here. Would you please tell me why or… what you want me to do~?

"H-how?" Miyeon stutters in disbelief as she watches the scene unfold before her.. Although she should fear your reaction to her disobedience, she can't help but be drawn to this fascinating play. It pulls her in like a magnet, like you and Kazuha create the strongest form of gravity with your love making.

You then turn to Miyeon and Kazuha notices her for the first time. It was well understood that your girls don't interact until you give them the okay. You shake your head at the sight of the blonde in disbelief, whose mouth is agape like her brain has stopped functioning.

"You're here because someone has left Daddy disappointed."

"Oh. Daddy, it's okay,” Kazuha soothes you, as if she’d just heard of the most heartbreaking tragedy in the world, “I'll make you feel all better. Anything you wish, any dream of yours, I'm at your service. You can even bree—"

"What?” Miyeon loses it, “How dare you ask Daddy to breed you!"

A cold dark silence then falls into the room that even endangers the light of Kazuha. You give Miyeon a deadly stare. Daggers of ice pierce her weary, distraught eyes. She had interrupted your angel. She had interrupted what she could rightfully ask for. You had told Kazuha awhile back that she was worthy of breeding. She was trying to comfort you in that moment and Miyeon just ruined it too. She had proven herself worthless and dared to speak out of turn. An unforgivable insult.

"That's enough."

Miyeon freezes on the spot. She probably thought she heard you in every imaginable tone before. You had sounded compassionless, angry, hateful, but it had never sounded as menacingly, downright evil as this. Your hands turn to fists that squeeze so tightly, your knuckles might pop out any second. Your knees buckle, but you are not unstable—the ground is. Your anger could cause an earthquake and Miyeon starts to stumble.

"No, Daddy! Please, look at me."

You turn and see Kazuha cool, strong and with a look of concerned sadness on her face. Kazuha holds your hands and gives you a soft empathetic look. Her eyes flutter gently and she presses the palm of her hand on your chest as if to press a button.

"It's okay Daddy. I'm here. Just focus on me. I'm here to make you happy. To make all your disappointment go away. If you want to take your anger out on something, use my body."

No. You couldn't bring yourself to do that. Not punitive and full of rage, not to her. Rough fucking, yes. But punishment, pure white hot anger? Never to Kazuha. She has gone beyond that in your mind after you met her for the first time.

You take a deep breath as Kazuha strokes your hair gently and just continues to look at you softly as if slowly absorbing the emotion and making it disappear. Kazuha leaves a quick, soft kiss on your lips, the kind of kiss that heals all wounds but makes you want more, more, more—everything.

"Zuha…"

It's remarkable how she takes your breath away, how she makes you lose control. The two of you sink into the soft cushions of the old bed. The middle of this room, intentionally old looking, formerly filled with the bad thoughts and disappointment for Miyeon evaporates. You only feel Kazuha's lips on yours, her tongue at yours, her hands entwined in yours.

Kazuha creates one of your favorite melodies, a song that makes you feel like you're in heaven, when you fold one of her legs gently with one hand, while the digits of your second play with her sex. She moans into your mouth. Her eyes become watery. She melts like ice cream in the hot summer, while she herself is hot, outside and inside.

"Fuck, Zuha. I'll put it in now. I'll put it in in the Master room as well, fuck, I want to put it in every day."

"I can do it everyday, Daddy. Whatever you need from me. Always.” Kazuha uses her cute, soft fingers to slowly spread open her pussy, and needily, quietly moans, “Fuck me, Daddy. Make this angel feel your love. Corrupt me with your cock and turn me into your sinful slut, Daddy."

"My angel."

You groan as your crotch slams into hers. Her wet, incredibly tender folds make for an easy entry of your throbbing cock. The entire ordeal has cranked your senses up to eleven and so your mind begins to numb when your entire length is in Kazuha's tight cavern and getting a slick, tight massage by a stunning, slightly whimpering beauty.

"Did I do it too fast?"

"No, Daddy, you just feel so good. I… I want you more, I want to be your fuckdoll angel."

"I'm really exhausted though…"

Kazuha smiles shyly when you begin your first thrust at a snail's pace. She moans under her breath and then whispers:

"You can also use a fuckdoll slowly. As long as you use it, it has a purpose. You're my purpose, Daddy.”

This is different. Miyeon knows and you know that she knows. You don’t have to look at her to know her facial expression. Surely, she dreamed of something like this, but never would it have been realistic to her. It’s far away from using a toy, and much rather a—

Kazuha is the first girl Miyeon has ever seen with you that gets slow, loving sex with no hints at edging or teasing or punishment. In her maybe hundreds of times of having seen or heard you fuck another girl or herself, nothing close to this has occurred.

"I love you Daddy," Kazuha says, trying her best to get it straight out with love and honesty, while her insides get stimulated by your veiny girth.

"I love you too, Zuha."

Kazuha's body is more drug than fuckdoll to you. You can't keep your hands off of her smooth skin, be it her thighs, abs or collarbone. Especially the firmness of her perfectly shaped, perfectly sized, perfectly perfect ass leaves you wanting to touch it forever. Forever might be impossible, even to you, but for at least this session you fondle it over and over again. It makes the angel giggle.

"Daddy, you love my ass?"

"I do, Zuha. Fuck, you make me go crazy."

Two more thrusts, a little faster this time, but not to fast. Just to make her feel how huge you are inside her pink hole. She mewls beside you ear when you nibble on her neck and get ready to place a love mark. Strong suction, the shape of your lips in reddish-purple while your hands dig into Kazuha’s ass like it’s sand hiding a treasure.

"I love how you touch it, Daddy. I want you to praise it more, shower it in your delicious cum, Daddy."

"But I want to fill you up, Zuha, get you ready for breeding."

You look into her orbs, mere inches away. They are scintillating like the night sky with hundreds of shooting stars. Added with her magenta, falsely innocent cheeks on a snow pale face and an unfairly adorable pout, she can make you say or do almost anything.

"Breed me only in your Master room, Daddy. Please, cover my ass today. I love you!"

This back and forth was unprecedented for Miyeon. She had never seen someone so gently push at what you wanted. Such an act was criminal, but you don't mind at all with Kazuha. You wanted to breed her but she asked not to. This went against everything Miyeon was trained to believe. It wasn't all a lie, however. Rather what plays out in front of her is something she has yet to achieve: Kazuha had Daddy's love.

"It's sad that I can't see your face when I cum on your ass though," you say playfully, rubbing your thumbs over her nipples while staying motionless inside her, buried to the hilt, balls touching her butt, "someone should get us a mirror."

As if a ghost hits her face, Miyeon snaps out of her envy, her remorse. She quickly sneaks out of the room in search of one of those large mirrors they had stored somewhere during the shooting.

You sigh but smile at Kazuha as you just relish her touch. She made you forget about all the stupid girls, bratty bitches that never seemed to grasp how to satisfy your needs and go beyond that. Kazuha had it figured out in a couple of days. She makes you believe that she isn't just a natural, but that she is your natural, yours alone—and with every thrust in her clenching cavern, you let her know how much you adore her. Her wish might not be your command, but you will fulfill it nonetheless.

"Zuha, we have a mirror," you say, glancing at Miyeon who hides behind the large, framed object she carried in from outside the room, "Lay on your belly and watch me."

"Thank you so much, Daddy."

She gets in position, giggling in small when your huge cock leaves her pussy for a second. You get behind her but not before throwing Miyeon evidence you did have control of Zuha. You just chose not to use it. Until now.

"Zuha, beg for me. Where does my angel want Daddy's cock?”

Kazuha looks through the mirror straight into your eyes. Her beautiful lips furrow to a pout, while both her hands travel to her hips and then to her ass where she kneads and fondles her flesh. With a needy, whiny mating call, she begs:

"Please, Daddy, please use me to your liking. I love it when you praise me with your hot, hard cock and glaze me with your sticky cream. Please, my Daddy!"

You had seen a few stage performances of her group. Chaewon, Sakura, Yunjin, they all sure loved to shake their asses. This time around, you will shake Kazuha’s too; just in your way, of course. You slowly put the tip near her puckered entrance, moving it in a circular motion, pressing lightly against the skin, flesh and ring. Your precum and her slick juices cover her more and more in glassy liquid.

"Pierce my ass, Daddy! Fill me up and use me as you please. I'll shake it more than in any music video or live stage if you just—oh God!"

Enough teasing. With Kazuha pulling her cheeks apart and relaxing her anal cavity, you easily push inch after inch after inch of yourself into her. Her rear end was always tight and delicate, but if you want to cover her soon, you'd need to go harder than you usually do.

There was another difference between other girls and your angel. You let Kazuha know what was about to happen. Most of the time you would fuck as hard as you wanted without warning. Most of them were just toys to be used after all but not her.

"Baby, if you want Daddy's cum, I'm going to have to get a bit rougher with you than usual, okay? You can turn your head to kiss Daddy anytime you want. I love you.”

You adjust slightly so her feet would be under your balls nestling them into place. She scrunched her toes a little so you'd feel her polish scratch against your sack. After many rounds with Monday today (and the rest of the week) you need all the stimulation to get a load out worthy of covering Kazuha’s huge bottom.

"You don't have to be so kind," she moans out in her most sexy voice yet, "this is my purpose after all."

You take a deep breath. From the corner of your eyes you might have seen Miyeon peeking from behind the mirror, but she is not worth any ounce of your energy. As air leaves your lunges you begin your race for pleasure. You pull out and slam down into Kazuha, just once to see her reaction. When you see her face filled with pleasure and moans only subdued to her biting the sheets, you go again, faster, harder.

Not since she first began her rigorous ballet training did she feel something so rough on her, but just like her performances, it would lead to something of pure glory. After all, what greater glory and purpose was there than getting fucked by Daddy—in her ass no less. All her long hours of idol training, the workouts, the hardship. She didn't stay in perfect shape for the company or for her fans, no, she kept herself in perfect condition for moments like this, for her Daddy.

You read it all from her eyes, the expression she shows when her teeth continue to dig into the white of the sheets, the mattress, until she can't handle her own silence anymore:

"Daddy, I love you!"

You slow down and lean towards her raised head to kiss her intensely. She tries her best to get used to the roughness. After all, she hasn't been here for long. Like a champ, she takes your pounding even through the distracting, difficult kiss. You cup her cheeks and guide her gaze towards the mirror.

"Look at Daddy, look at how happy you are making him. My angel is such a good girl for Daddy."

"I-I'm your butt slut, Daddy."

"You still want me to cum on your ass?"

"Y-yes, Daddy."

"Then I need you to stay this perfectly tight just a little longer."

"Yes, Daddy…hng!"

Kazuha as expected has near perfect control of her body. She tightens every muscle around your cock which drives you wild. You swear to yourself that you need to one day dedicate an entire weekend to mold her secret hole to the shape of your dick, while making her cute face look nothing but blissful.

"Baby, I'm going to go even harder. Fucking hell, I may just cum in your ass."

Now it's Kazuha's turn to feel what it's like to go to heaven. Her face is one of pure devotion and love for you, your power, your cock. Each of your piston-like pumps makes her melt and she looks so marvelously gorgeous. It would feel like betrayal cumming inside her and as you are not a slave to your urges, you make the last second effort to pull out.

Pull out of her tightness, her perfect hole after it's first hard fucking. You immediately burst all over her peach, adding tons of cream to the creamy skin of her bottom. Watching her realize that you did it, fulfilled her wish and made her cum is the greatest pleasure.

You might not be a slave to your urges, but you are one to the physical laws of this world. This last nut was just too much. Your body collapses in happiness and exhaustion. The last thing you hear is Kazuha panting and cooing her gratitude for your load. Then, your eyes become unbearably heavy.

Kazuha lays by your side until she feels her stomach growl. She gets up to go to the kitchen, where Miyeon is cleaning up. Both are hesitant to say something, awkwardness fills the air just like the faint smell of old wooden planks. Finally, the older one musters up the courage to speak.

"Thank you by the way for, for saving me from possible p-punishment."

The angel loses her sweet features for a moment and becomes stern.

"Save you? I did no such thing. I can't stand to see Daddy upset and unsatisfied. My priority, my whole purpose is to make him happy. You somehow managed to fail at all of those tonight and you even had the audacity to bring him to some creaky old home and demand his time."

"I-I am… uh, I'm sorry. I'll t-try to be better," Miyeon stutters, clearly caught off guard by the sudden coldness and looks down at her feet. She feels humiliated that someone so much younger with a lot less experience is at a point which she will probably never reach. All she can do is strive to be like her, to compete, to overtake—

Suddenly Kazuha grabs Miyeon's chin and looks her dead in the eye. With a voice filled with pity, she says:

"You better do, because I won't stop being the best for him."

Miyeon was shocked by how fierce Kazuha had become. When she let’s go of the blonde's face, it’s like Kazuha was able to imprint herself in Miyeon’s eyes forever.

"You know, he calls me his angel. It’s something you would never understand, never cherish. I’ll try everything to be this guardian angel. That means protecting him from bad things and disappointing people.”

Miyeon could swear she sees wings sprout from Kazuha. An archangel, sent by Daddy as if he was their god. She is an extension of his very will and being. Miyeon’s eyes almost pop out as she begins to realize how this game is truly played.

"I trained to be the best,” Kazuha continues, slowly stepping out of the room,” at the best schools abroad. In everything I did, I thought I reached the top but then I met Daddy. He showed me what it truly means to be the best. You should be ashamed of yourself. You weren't ready to satisfy him in the way he deserves.

He deserves the best. You are nothing.”

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fame - jjk (one)

pairing ; idol!jk x idol!oc.

synopsis ; aera; the main dancer in one of the biggest k-pop groups in the world, Siren. debuting in 2014, it was nothing but immense hard work and perseverance (and being on the absolute verge of disbandment), but she and the four girls that grew to become her sisters pulled through. they did it. now they're performing at some of the most significant arenas and stadiums worldwide. meeting a cheeky, flirtatious and annoyingly gorgeous fellow idol that threatens to break down every wall of protection she's built around herself was not part of the plan. her career has always come first, having sacrificed and jeopardised many relationships and friendships in her journey to debut. so why does this time feel different?

a/n: first two chapters are 3rd person, rest of story will be first pov

story warnings ; smut, explicit language, violent & possibly triggering scenes.

chapter warnings ; explicit language

word count ; 1800+

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📅 March 2016

📍 PARK ENTERTAINMENT Dance Practice Room

The hot and stuffy air clung to their sweat-covered skin, the large mirror that reflected their stressed and tired figures completely fogged. Ha-Joon fell to her knees when Han-na's phone finished spewing the rendition of Shinee's Replay the girls had recently recorded from its speaker. Looking down to her right, Aera fell to her butt, slinked her arms through Ha-Joon's, and wrapped them around her waist. Her head leaned against Joon's shoulder as they both caught their breath.

"You're doing so good, Joonie", Aera whispered, smushing a quick kiss against the younger's sweaty forehead.

The maknae was still shaking from fatigue, the five girls having practised non-stop in the humid room for almost four hours now. Aera's head never left her younger sister's shoulder, but her vision focused on their two eldest, Han-na and Asami.

Han-na was fidgeting with the settings on her portable speaker, trying hopelessly to fix it as it cut out during the first hour of practice. They then had to resort to just using the phone speaker and barely being able to hear the music over their loud footsteps and heavy breathing. Asami had her hoodie, which she hastily removed once the room's temperature became tepid, clutched in her hands, furiously wiping the large mirror displayed on the wall before them in an attempt to de-fog it.

"We need to eat, Unnie. The room will cool down while we're out of it. It's too fucking warm." Nali grumbled to Han-na from the corner of the room; her head slumped against the wall as she tried to use the tile to cool down her burning skin.

The four girls turned to stare at their leader while she angrily slammed her speaker down when her pursuit of fixing it failed. Using the tie she had on her wrist, she hastily threw her hair into a bun and clambered to her feet. "We've been invited to our first award show. This is important." The eldest blubbered with a shake of her head, her eyes foggy as she stood.

"A half-hour to regain our energy will do nothing but good, Unnie. We can't practice weakly, or we'll perform weakly." Aera chimed in, her hands squeezing tighter around Joon as she felt her tremble slightly in her arms.

"Half an hour." Han-na sighed, wiping the layer of sweat that gathered above her brows.

A quiet noise of glee echoed throughout the sweltering practice room, the members of Siren ascending to their feet and heading for the door. Aera released her hold on Joon and slowly rose to her feet. Grabbing the youngest's hands, she pulled her up with all the remaining strength she had, which was very minimal, and wrapped her arm around hers. The girls filed out of the room, leaving the door open to allow some cooled air to fill the space in their absence.

The chilly, fresh air smacked the members when they left the heat box, enveloping their skin and causing them to harmonise in ecstasy. As they made their way down the hallway of their company, they each stopped and parted ways momentarily to acquire their belongings from their dorms. Aera pulled Joon towards the end of the hall, getting to their dorm and releasing her from her hold to open the door. Walking over to their shared bed, Aera collapsed onto the mattress and stuffed her face into her pillow before releasing a shriek of distress.

Ha-Joon entered the room shortly after and delivered a soft whack to the elders behind. Shrieking for the second time, Aera whipped her head around to face Joon, eyes wide and foot ready to swing and retaliate.

"Get off our bed! You're sweaty, Unnie! So disgusting", Ha-Joon bellowed, quickly pulling her phone off the charger and grasping the half-empty water bottle on her bedside table before chugging the remaining liquid.

Aera rolled her eyes with a slight giggle, obliging and clambering off the bed. Doing the same, she grabbed her phone and the twenty-dollar bill she had shoved in a random trinket holder.

The girls left their dorm in snorts, Aera ruffling Ha-Joon's hair before hastily speeding up to their other members. "I have no energy; not fair!" So cried the maknae, slamming their doom door shut and jogging up to her sisters.

"The corner store is closed," Han-na huffed, phone in hand, as she scrolled through their area map to hunt for an open shop to find sustenance. They made their way to the company entrance, pushing through the heavy doors and into the cool night air.

"Hanjie's is open; they don't shut 'til late." Nali offered, basking in the refreshing temperature instead of the clammy practice room they escaped from.

"It'll take a while for our food to be prepared and then longer to eat. We still have to practice for a few more hours." Han-na cautioned, not bothering to disguise her worry about perfecting their performance.

"Unnie, if we don't eat, I. Will. Pass. Out." Ha-Joon wailed from the front of their group huddle. The elder girls were on the outer edges of the path; their maknae squished in the middle of the horde. Asami chuckled and brushed the stray strand of Joon's fringe that blew in the wind behind her ear as they walked.

"We're going to get laughed off that stage, and I don't want to hear a single peep out of any of you when we do." The leader retorted with a roll of her eyes, stuffing her phone in her pocket as the four younger women cheered in triumph.

Aera stole a glance at Han-na's phone before she tucked it away and discovered it was only half past 9. They had to be up and ready by 8 tomorrow morning for final show preparation, and knowing their leader, they would not be finishing practice until at least midnight. Aera wouldn't admit it out loud, but she was worried too. They had incorporated a dance break for her in their performance, and she was stressed.

Aera is confident in her abilities. She fell in love with dance at a young age, begging her parents to enroll her in dance classes and spending late nights in her bedroom learning the choreographies of her favourite artists' music for hours. In her teens, she had considered auditioning for multiple agencies as a backup dancer, thinking that's what she wanted to do with her life. However, it was the adrenaline she felt when the song hit the climax, and she felt the music seep into her bones that she knew she wanted to be more than a shadow in the back. She wanted to pursue the art and make a proper career out of it. She loves the attention, and she wants to succeed. She had concluded that her mind was simply fucking with her. If she loves the attention so much, why is the thought of her leading the dance break sending shivers down her sweat-covered back? Shaking the cloudy thoughts from her overthinking mind, Aera returned to earth and noticed they were arriving at Hanjie's SikDang.

The five girls flinched as they entered the restaurant, the warm heated air enveloping them as they filed through the door, almost as if the dance practice room had given them severe PTSD. "Annyeong-Haseyo!" They chimed in unison as they flocked to a large corner table, spreading out and scrambling for the menu.

Aera was seated on the double seater with Ha-Joon, their knees bumping in joy, their stomachs fluttering like they knew they were about to be filled. Leaning over Asami's shoulder, she glared at the menu she held like she had a vendetta against it.

"Why do you always look through the menu so fiercely, Era? You always get the same thing." Han-na cackled, doing the same action and reading over the food options.

Offended and appalled at being called out, Aera squinted daggers at the elder girl before huffing and leaning back against Ha-Joon's shoulder. "Spicy ramen hits every single time, and we're broke! I can't risk my happiness and what little money we have by trying a new dish and possibly not liking it." She grumbled, glancing up at Joon through her lashes from her position on her shoulder.

"Same thing, Joonie?" Aera queried at the youngest, that had her eyes shut and her head leaning against the wall behind them.

"Yes, please," Ha-Joon replied with a nod, her eyes closed, but her mouth still bore into a toothy smile to show her appreciation. Aera chuckled and tapped the maknae's belly before making a note to order the buy one get one half-priced special that included two bowls of spicy ramen.

After a few minutes, the girls finished placing their order with the woman who trotted to their table with a jug of water, glasses, and a pad to jot down their demands. Aera was on her second serving of drink before her phone vibrated on the chair she was sitting on. Reaching down, she unlocked the device and squinted at the notification blearing back at her. The icon of her brother illuminated the screen with a text saying how he hoped she was doing well and bidding her good night as he was probably about to turn in for the night. Smiling at her softie of a brother, she replied with an, "I miss you, I love you, and I'm okay. You better be studying hard", ending with a promise of video calling him soon.

She tucked her phone away, joining in the silly word game that her members were captivated by, her competitive side automatically taking over. She suddenly wanted nothing more than to win a pointless, rewardless word game. They played for a few rounds, Aera leading by two victories and Ha-Joon one, before they saw the woman who took their order waddling up with their meals. They all spewed thank-yous at the elder before taking their rightful plates. She placed the final two bowls onto the table before pointing at the dish on the left, saying it was the mildly spiced ramen and earning a thankful nod and praise from Aera.

Aera handed the less-spicy noodles to Joon, sliding the chopsticks to her along with some napkins. "Gamsahamnida, unnie." Ha-Joon cheered, wasting no time before digging into her meal with purpose. Aera smiled at her before doing the same and tucking into hers. The table was quiet, the hunger that the members were trying to exterminate getting rid of any want for conversation.

"So what I'm seeing is, the youngest are the smartest." Aera broke the silence, referring to their previous table game after finishing her mouthful of ramen. Siren erupted into laughter, Aera earning herself a slap on the arm from Asami, who almost spat her rice cake back into her bowl.

"Shut up and eat." Han-na laughed halfway through a mouthful of rice and kimchi.

Aera shrugged with a smirk, shoving more food into her mouth and enjoying the moment of relaxation before they returned to the room that would give hell a run for its money and practised for the rest of the night.

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