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best behavior (BLACKPINK Jennie)

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(this one was fun, lol)

You have a problem.

To some, it wouldn’t be considered a problem. Maybe more of a hassle, or an annoyance at the very least.

To you, however, this is nuclear. Talking a DEFCON level one type of situation.

It could’ve been easily avoided.

Almost stupidly avoided if you hadn’t been such a pushover.

You were at dinner with Rosie and Lisa two weeks ago. They invited you to join them and a couple of your other friends on a small camping trip over the coming long weekend. You considered it, but when they told you exactly who was going, the decision was easy.

“What do you mean you’re not going?” Rosie asked after hearing your answer.

“Chaeng,” You dropped your fork, reaching for your wine glass, suddenly wanting something stronger. “If she’s going, you know I can’t.”

“It’s been years, oppa. She doesn’t mind,” Lisa said, nodding reassuringly.

“We literally just got to a place where we can be in the same room and not argue,” You reasoned, finishing your drink in one gulp.

“Which is why spending a few nights with her won’t be that hard,” Rosie smiles, adding, “She already knows you’re going, and she didn’t have much to say except for cool. So I think you’ll be okay. Plus, Jisoo and my sister will be there. You won’t even have to talk to her if you don’t want to.”

Rosie had a solid argument. It slightly irritated you that she said you were going before you were even invited. You reluctantly said yes, excited to get away from the constraints of the city with the hopes you wouldn’t have to say anything more than hello to her.

Her being Kim Jennie, your ex-girlfriend.

The one who got away. The one who you royally fucked things up with. Any and all cliches fit your disaster of a relationship.

You were young at the time. And stupid.

So very stupid.

You knew the moment Jisoo introduced Jennie to you at a party that she’d be the one you were going to marry.

It took groveling and nearly losing your dignity for Jennie to finally say yes after months of asking her out, that you’d do absolutely anything to make sure she knew you only had eyes for her.

But again, you were stupid.

Before Jennie, you had a bit of a history with women. Player seemed to fit, though you thought of it more as indulgence to spend your nights with a beautiful woman. You developed a reputation that all your friends knew of your unwillingness to commit.

Everyone was surprised at Jennie when she said yes. The girls, mainly Nayeon and Jihyo, were vocal about their opinions on your relationship, but Jennie didn’t care. She brushed them off, saying that she trusted you anyway.

Something you stupidly broke.

It was even more stupid whenever you thought about it, which was more than you’d like to admit.

You were at a party, celebrating Rosie’s promotion, when you received a message from Jennie that she wouldn’t be able to make it. Something had come up at work, and she wasn’t able to leave. You didn’t bother responding, ticked off again that work had become the priority.

You’d been dating for over a year at that point, and there was a small shift in your relationship. It was subtle, but enough for you to notice. It had been a small point of contention at first, then slowly built-up resentment turned into a huge argument about not spending time together anymore.

Because for Jennie, her climbing the corporate ladder was number one. You were considered second—one-point five as she would say. You’d throw it in her face, but she was adamant it was only temporary.

You really should’ve checked your messages again before you and Chaewon drunkenly stumbled into your apartment. If you did, then you would’ve known Jennie was waiting for you.

You froze as soon as you saw your girlfriend sitting on your couch, wearing a black silk robe with the slightest hint of lace peeking at the top. The guilt immediately washed over you as soon as you heard Chaewon sigh, a quiet stupid falling from her lips before she walked out. The only reason why she came home with you was because of the picture you painted of a broken heart, something that was a blatant lie, but soon became an obvious truth.

You tried to explain, words forming sentences that had no merit, no weight that could get Jennie to believe you. She remained silent the whole time, that her last words to you before she left was I trusted you and that was that.

You technically—if you wanted to be a real asshole—didn’t cheat. Nothing happened between you and Chaewon, but it was obvious that if Jennie didn’t show up, something would’ve happened. The intention was there, but you were stupid because you were young, immature, selfish and you couldn’t be patient. She never gave you any doubt that she didn’t want to be with you, but you were just stupid.

You still had to see her after that. You couldn’t avoid it. You had the same friends, and it didn’t help that you were close to Jisoo, Rosie, and Lisa—Jennie’s best friends.

In the beginning, you apologized every time you saw her, pleading—borderline begging—for her to give you one more chance. She would walk away, but you’d reach out to pull her back. Your face would be sore and red every single time.

It got to the point where you were just as petty as she was. You mocked her every time she spoke, making faces and scoffing at any word that came from her mouth. She would curse you out and you’d just smile, eliciting an even greater reaction that Lisa had to physically restrain her away before she bruised your face.

You didn’t get a pass. Jisoo kicked you square in the gonads once she found out what happened. Rosie threatened to sue you for whatever reason she could find. Lisa just shook her head, disappointed that you did what you swore you wouldn’t.

Lisa’s reaction hurt the most, reminding you of the effort you put to be with Jennie, and that was something you couldn’t forgive yourself for, the regret weighing on your shoulders every time you were in the same room with her.

A feeble attempt to try to move on was made, but it wasn’t fair to the women who genuinely showed interest in you to be paraded in front of Jennie as a means to make her jealous.

Whether it worked or not, you didn’t know. What you did know was that almost a year after you broke up, Jennie introduced everyone to her boyfriend—Taehyung.

And intentional or not, you were jealous.

You wanted to deck him square in the jaw for some comment he made during a conversation about cheating, but Lisa was there to pull you outside, reminding you that you had every intention of cheating on Jennie because of what your relationship was at that point.

“She’s trying, oppa. She loved you too, but it wasn’t enough for you to wait,” Lisa lit up a cigarette after watching you kick a few chairs over.

That stuck with you, forcing you to mellow out whenever Jennie was there. You started to politely greet her, which she met with a cool indifference, unfazed by your change in attitude.

It became cordial at the very least. The walls were up and you didn’t have it in you to break them down. You helped build them up after all.

So the problem you’re currently experiencing could’ve just been avoided if you were firm in your no.

“Why do you look stressed out?” Rosie asks as your jaw clenches, a headache forming in between your eyebrows.

“Count how many tents we have,” You grit out, staring at the reserved camp site.

“One… Two… Three… What’s wrong… Oh,” Rosie’s voice falls flat when she realizes what the problem was. “Shit, let me go talk to Alice.”

You sigh when Rosie drops the wood she was holding on the ground, hurrying over to where Alice is. You quickly hear the siblings start to argue, causing you to sigh again because the only option that you think of is if you leave and come back to pick them up.

“Why are they arguing?” Jennie asks out of nowhere, that you drop the wood you just picked up.

“Jesus, when the hell did you get there?” You shake your head, doing everything you can to regulate your heartbeat.

“I just got here,” Jennie shrugs as if she didn’t scare you. “So what’s going on?”

“There’s only three tents,” You awkwardly answer, bracing yourself for her to yell at you for forgetting to bring the tent.

The sleeping arrangements were decided on the hike to the campsite. The Park siblings would share a tent, Lisa and Jisoo would bunk together, while you and Jennie had your own tents. When you finished putting together the third tent and went to look for the fourth, it could not be found.

“I can just sleep by the fire,” You offer, already thinking of how you’ll get sick and how your assistant will hate you for missing work.

“It’s fine,” Jennie waves you off, placing the water jugs at her feet. “We can share.”

“Wh-what?” You stutter out, eyes widening. “We don’t need to do that.”

“Stop being difficult,” Jennie rolls her eyes. “We can be adult about things, and it would make me feel bad if you got sick.”

You open and close your mouth, but no words come out. You’re rendered speechless. Jennie hasn’t said anything remotely nice to you in over three years. The fact that she’s offering to share the tent with you speaks volumes.

“Careful,” You say with the slightest hint of teasing, “It’s like you almost care about me or something.”

The muttered shut up you hear has you absolutely grinning. It goes away the second she ‘accidentally’ kicks your shin as she steps over to the log.

“Watch out, Jendeuks,” Jisoo slurs out, the effects of the soju catching up to her. It’s catching up to all of you at this point. “Oppa doesn’t behave around drunk girls, especially if he’s drunk himself.”

“Jisoo,” You roll your eyes, watching the women around you laugh at your expense.

“What?” Jisoo’s eyes narrow in your direction. “I don’t need to wake up tomorrow morning with the mandu upset for you trying something with her.”

“I’m not even going to do anything!” You raise your arms up in defense, shaking your head.

The girls, Alice included, had a field day when Jennie told them you’d be sharing the tent with her. They relentlessly teased you, almost to the point of where you’d rather get sick and end up in the hospital than having to share the next few nights with Jennie.

“Ah,” Lisa clicks her tongue, waving a finger at you, “We’d have to watch out for Jennie instead, since Taehyung broke things off with her.”

What?

“Lisa,” Jennie grits out, eyes glaring at the youngest member. “Shut the fuck up.”

“What? Who cares, he sucked anyways,” Lisa honestly answers. “He was so insecure over op–”

Jennie’s hands are over Lisa’s mouth before she could finish that sentence. It piques your interest since it sounded like their breakup had something to do with you, but you couldn’t understand how you were involved.

“On that note,” You watch Jennie and Lisa wrestle, “I’m going to bed.”

“It’s probably best if we all call it a night,” Alice stands, nodding in agreement that it was time for sleep.

“Jen,” You say, out of habit more than anything, that it has the two women stopping to look at you. When you realize your slip up, you awkwardly scratch your head, “Err, uh, you can change in the tent first, I’m just going to head to the bathroom. Leave it unzipped when you’re done, please.”

You don’t bother waiting for her to respond, knowing she’ll do it anyways.

By the time you return, the tent’s unzipped. You slip your shoes off before awkwardly climbing into the tent. It’s big enough for three people, but comfortably with two people and all their belongings. Your sleeping bags are on opposite sides of the tent, which the set-up isn’t as bad as you thought it would be.

“Hey,” You greet her quietly, unzipping your sleeping bag to add another layer of warmth since the temperature suddenly dropped as soon as the sun set.

“Hi, do you need to change?” Jennie asks politely, head tilting towards the tent entrance.

You shake your head, deeming your sweats and hoodie were more than enough since you had an extra blanket. “I’m good.”

“Okay, well,” Jennie shuts off the lamp once you’re tucked in, “Good night.”

“Good night,” You murmur, listening to the fabric rustle as she settles into her sleeping bag.

Once it goes completely silent, except for the not-so-hushed conversation between Jisoo and Lisa from the other tent, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Your eyes slowly close before sleep takes you, the tiredness from the day knocking you out.

You hear your name being called out, forcing you out of your slumber. It couldn’t be that early based on the small amount of light casted on the tent.

You look around before hearing your name again and realize Jennie’s the one saying it.

“Jennie?” You whisper out, sitting up to Jennie’s sleeping bag much closer to yours than where it was before you fell asleep.

What happens next has you sinking back into your sleeping bag when Jennie moans, a sound you’re all-too familiar with.

Fuck is all that crosses your mind. You’re completely fucked and if there was some higher being out there, you would pray to them every day on your knees to get you out of this situation. It’s probably retribution for all the wrongs you’ve ever done in your life, and to hear your ex-girlfriend moan your name while she’s asleep is the worst kind of fate.

You never thought you’d hear her like that ever again, but it reminds you of all the times she did.

You wouldn’t exactly say you had a high sex drive because you are human, but when it came to sex and threw Jennie in the mix, it was hard for you to control yourself. Your relationship was physical, as expected from any healthy relationship, but there was something that could never compare to the other women you’ve known so intimately.

When she told you she loved you, you made sure you showed her exactly how much you loved her right back.

You were into kinks and the like, but the word daddy out of her mouth had you fucking her like your life depended on it.

Sometimes it did. She would always want more, losing herself around you that had you lost with her, but you’d find each other in the end.

So yeah, the universe or higher being or whoever the fuck has it out for you.

“Daddy,” Jennie moans out, louder than she probably intended that you had to get the fuck out of the tent and jump off a cliff and into the lake.

“Fuck,” Your body’s conditioned to have a visceral response, that it starts to react to her mumblings. You feel hot as the blood rushes south, awakening your cock as her breaths get breathier.

You nearly stumble out of the tent, the cool air hitting your lungs as you get your footing. You ignore the pit in your stomach, brushing away all thoughts of Jennie like that. You fucked up any chance to be with her the moment you showed up to your apartment with another woman.

You let out a quiet groan before deciding that you might as well prepare breakfast.

You avoid Jennie for most of the day.

You couldn’t look her in the eye once she woke up after hearing her and whatever dream she had of you. It almost felt too personal to witness that, especially without her knowing.

It wasn’t easy though with Rosie and Lisa doing everything in their power to make sure you were paired off together. The thought of them scheming to get you back together crossed your mind, mainly because they both knew how you felt and if the chance ever arose, you’d do anything to be with Jennie again. It was a fleeting thought because hell would have to freeze over.

You could have been imagining things, but Jennie seemed to avoid you as well. She wouldn’t make eye contact with you when you spoke. She would give little to no response when you were part of a conversation.

The day just started off weird, yet you still have this get-together with the people from a neighboring campsite after meeting them on the hike.

Lisa wraps an arm around your neck, “Anyone catch your attention?” She asks loudly as you follow the rest of the girls.

“No,” You scoff, rolling your eyes as you shake her hold off you.

“It’s okay if there is, you know,” Lisa says as she falls in step with you. “Just make sure you do whatever activities at their campsite. I’m pretty sure that’s where Jennie-unnie draws the line.”

“He could do whatever the fuck he wants,” Jennie comments from in front of you.

“Such a masochist, unnie,” Rosie drawls out. “Hearing an ex fool around would kill me.”

You’re about to tell both of them to knock it off, but Jennie’s faster, “He’s not going to fool around with anyone, right?” She stops in her tracks, causing you to bump into her, hand reflexively reaching out to steady her so she wouldn’t fall.

“Controlling,” Jisoo mutters, but everyone hears her loud and clear.

It puts you on the spot because on one hand, you have nothing stopping you from doing anything, while on the other hand, you’re trying your best to at least get to the point where you could be friends with Jennie.

“Right,” You concede, surprising yourself and the women around you. You quickly drop your hand, giving Jennie a tight smile as she stares at you.

Best behavior you think to yourself once the group starts walking again.

Best behavior, as you so called it, applied to you. It didn’t, however, apply to others.

You could not control the behaviors of other people, no matter how much you try.

It’s been ‘nice’ hanging out with the girls from the nearby campsite. You use ‘nice’ loosely because it’s been hell for you having to balance the woman on your lap and the woman across the fire glaring at you everytime you look up.

As soon as you sat down, one of the girls—Ryujin—beelined for you, taking most of your attention away from everyone else.

Ryujin’s pretty. You have eyes, and you’d think most people would agree. She seemed shy when you met her on the hike, but something was different by the time you arrived. You chalked it up to the few empty soju bottles you saw that they had already started drinking. She was a lot more forward, throwing your whole best behavior self-talk down the drain.

How she ended up in your lap? You have no idea. You tried to politely push her off, but you didn’t want to cause a scene.

“Wanna hang out in my tent?” Ryujin whispers, the faint scent of alcohol lingering in her breath.

The implication was there.

If it was any other situation where your ex-girlfriend wasn’t there, you would.

But said ex-girlfriend is there.

From the corner of your eye, Jennie stands, whispering something in Rosie’s ear that has her standing as well.

“I’ll walk back with you,” Your ears perk up.

“It’s really fine, Chaengie. I’m just tired from today,” Jennie forces a smile, but you sensed something else was off.

“Are you sure?” Which Jennie nods before bidding farewell to the others.

Jennie, however, doesn’t say anything to you and leaves before you could ask if she was okay.

“So…what do you say?” Ryujin’s voice tears your gaze away from Jennie’s retreating figure.

“I’m sorry, I should go with her,” You gently tap at her shoulder, which she begrudgingly stands.

It catches the attention of the others, prompting Lisa to ask what you’re doing when you fold the blanket, handing it to Ryujin.

“I’m going,” You shrug as if it’s no big deal. You don’t miss the way Lisa and Rosie’s head tilt. Jisoo rolls her eyes while Alice just drinks, oblivious.

“What a gentleman,” Yuna comments, her friends nodding in agreement.

You tell the girls that it was nice meeting them, that maybe you’ll see them in Seoul because Lisa will definitely want to see them again. Ryujin gives you a longer-than-necessary hug, which Jisoo snickers because your friends know the exact reason why you’re leaving so abruptly.

Jennie walks fast.

For someone who’s one of the smallest in the group, she gained some distance from the campsite before you finally caught up.

“Jennie,” You call out a couple meters away. She stops, but doesn’t turn around. It gives you enough time to meet her.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be? Like in Ryujin’s tent?” Her voice is cold, distant, detached even. It immediately takes you back to that night.

When you don’t respond, Jennie walks away.

You won’t make the same mistake again and if it leaves you with a black eye, it is what it is.

You don’t let her get that far, reaching for her shoulder that she shrugs you off before turning around so fast that you almost lose your balance.

“Don’t touch me,” Jennie says sharply.

“What the fuck is your problem?” You ask. She’s starting to actually piss you off. You’re sure that if you weren’t a bottle of soju in, you wouldn’t get this upset. You’d rather blame it on the alcohol than unresolved feelings.

Jennie scoffs, rolling her eyes, “My problem? You’re seriously asking me what my problem is?”

“Did I fucking stutter?”

Her next move has your cheek stinging.

“Jennie, what the fuck,” You rub your face. She’s slapped you before, but there was actual force behind that one.

“You’re my fucking problem. To this fucking day, you’re still my fucking problem,” Jennie suddenly invades your space, chest against yours as she looks up at you.

“I’m not even doing anything,” You sigh, dejected and tired. If there’s one thing you don’t want to do right now is to argue with her.

“You are. Just being around you is so fucking hard,” Loose fists hit your chest three times before she collapses into you. “Do you not understand how hard it is to watch some girl throw herself at you and you fucking entertain it?”

Her confession catches you off guard because you always wondered what she thought when you were around girls. You gently place your hands on her waist, and her body freezes.

“Jen,” You say quietly.

“No, I can’t do this,” Jennie’s out of your hold, walking away.

It takes you a minute because there’s a lot for you to process, but you act quickly, following after her.

Thankfully the fire you lit still burns bright, and you see Jennie’s near the tent.

You call her name out before she could unzip the tent. When she doesn’t face you, you jog toward her, refusing to let this go.

“Can you just talk to me? You’re getting mad at me for doing something I can’t control,” You almost reach for her again, but experience has taught you to tread lightly.

“What’s there to talk about? We’re not together so if you want to fuck Ryujin, be my guest,” Jennie says lowly.

“Did you want me to?” Your temper flares, words cutting right through you. “Did you want to hear me fuck someone? Rosie was right, you are a masochist.”

Jennie turns suddenly, her arm winding back but you’re quicker this time, grabbing her arm.

“Let fucking go of me,” Jennie struggles in your grasp, but you’ve always been stronger.

“No,” You pull her body flush against yours before wrapping an arm around her waist, securing her tightly. Her head falls back, eyes narrowing. “You’re being a fucking brat.”

“And what’re you going to do about it?” You watch her expression darken, a look you haven’t seen in years.

“This,” You slam your lips on hers, swallowing the gasp she lets out once your teeth meet.

You feel everything.

The way her arms try to break free from your hold.

The way her hips fold, but can’t go anywhere.

The way her breath hits you as you move your mouth, granting you access before her body relaxes.

The way she presses herself against you.

“This good enough?” You murmur in between kisses, her arms snaking around your neck as she melts into the kiss.

“I’ve had better,” Jennie taunts, slightly panting as you gently bite her lip.

“Then you don’t need me,” You move your tongue in her mouth swiftly before pulling away.

“Wait, what’re you doing? Come back,” Jennie stands on her tiptoes as she tries to bring you back.

“You said you had better,” Raising an eyebrow as you loosen your grip, but Jennie’s arms are ironclad around you. “So…” You shrug.

“No no,” Jennie shakes her head, biting her lip as she stares at you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.”

“Off Jen,” You say simply and she complies, hands at her side has you stepping back.

It’s a dynamic you’re familiar with.

It’s toxic at the minimum.

Degrading at its absolute worst.

You and Jennie hardly argued. You could count on both hands the amount of blow ups you’ve had. It would get aggressive, but with what followed after, was so much better. It might not have been the healthiest way to deal with conflict, but you’d work through it—blissed out, hormones working in overdrive.

“Please,” Jennie says quietly.

“Please what?” You cross your arms, gaze never breaking as you watch the internal war she’s having with herself.

It’s a bit risky to do this right here, right now, but you’re hyper-aware of the effect she’s having on your body. If she responds the way you want her to, you’ll be sent into overdrive.

“Please,” She shakes her head, eyes casting down.

“Say it,” You gently cup her chin, tilting her head backwards as your lips ghost against hers, “Say it, princess.”

Jennie lets out a moan, a breathy one at that before she says what you’ve missed so much.

“Please, daddy.”

“Good girl,” You kiss her sweetly this time, an almost tender kiss that has her sneaking a hand underneath your hoodie. “Ah, ah, did I say you could touch me?”

Jennie’s head shakes, her lips never leaving only to say, “No.”

“If you want to get fucked, behave,” She immediately pulls her hand out from underneath, wrinkling your clothes as she waits in anticipation. You’re at the point of no return.

She’s the only one that could bring this side out of you.

“Yes sir,” Jennie says, voice shaking.

Without a word, you let her go. You smirk at the whine she lets out.

You unzip the tent and grab her hand, fingers interlaced before dragging her inside. You ask her to sit while you rearrange the sleeping bags. She offers to help, but you shake your head since it won’t take long. It helps that the sleeping bags are a matching set, allowing you to easily make one giant sleeping bag.

When you finish, it’s obvious that Jennie’s doubting this, the etch of concern on her face says it all. It forces you to switch into the side you’ve always been when it came to her because she was the most important, her comfort was your top priority—still is.

“Jen,” You say softly, scooting over to her before stretching your legs around her. She looks up, and something scratches at your ribcage, “We don’t have to. Swear. We can forget this happened.”

Like you could.

The thought of asking for a transfer abroad crosses your mind so you wouldn’t have to see her.

“I couldn’t do that,” Her voice is quiet, the slight tremble you’d hear whenever she’d whisper her fears, on top of the pillow, head tucked under your chin. “It did happen. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Jen-” She shakes her head.

“I… Don’t laugh okay,” Jennie swings her legs around, crossing them as she takes your hands. “It’s just confusing right now. Yes, Tae broke up with me, but not for the reason you think. It’s actually stupid.”

“Okay I won’t laugh, so shoot.”

Jennie starts playing with your fingers, tickling the skin that has your back shivering, as she tells you what happened. They were fooling around—you really didn’t want to hear that—and Tae asked her to call him daddy. She thought he was joking because she never got the impression he was into that. She described their sex life as vanilla, not that she minded. Her desires weren’t strong enough to make him do them, and she liked him enough to let that go.

The part that had your eyes open like saucers was when she said she wouldn’t. She opened her mouth to say it, but her voice got caught in her throat. She couldn’t say it, it felt wrong to.

“Uh so what you’re saying is—”

“Shh,” Jennie pinches your palm, “I’m not finished.”

Taehyung took offense when she shook her head. He stood, demanding why not. She really couldn’t think of a reason. She tried to play it off like she wasn’t into that, but he didn’t believe her.

Then he brought you into the conversation. By his logic, you were the last boyfriend so it had to be because of you. You were also Jennie’s first serious relationship.

She denied that because there was no reason as to why it would. They argued, going back and forth about why you were still in her life. It ended with him leaving her apartment, needing to cool off.

There were a couple days in between before they spoke again. He had his clarity, realizing he overreacted and didn’t want to push her if that wasn’t something she was into.

On her end, Jennie was confused. It struck something in her when he said that she never got over you. In the heat of the moment, she didn’t pay it any mind. As soon as he left, it came barreling back.

She thought it was because he was jealous. He always sighed whenever she mentioned you’d be at the same events. He would be more affectionate whenever you were around. It didn’t cross her mind, but that was the only thing that made sense.

Then the idea of calling Taehyung, her current boyfriend, daddy has her stomach in knots. It didn’t feel right at the mental image of him and that word together. Her mind drifted to yours and she shot up from the bed when she she slipped her hand underneath her shorts.

“So again, for my understanding, is that—”

“Shut the fuck up,” Jennie rolls her eyes, slapping your thigh.

When you chuckle, she glares.

“Sorry sorry, continue.”

Jennie couldn’t believe it. She had no way to explain the visceral response her body had at the thought of you. She admitted that she actively pushed down any thoughts of you as soon as you broke up, adding that no other guy ever made her feel the way you did.

(That comment went straight to your head, which she must have seen the way your face lit up because she punched your inner thigh.)

When it was Jennie’s turn to speak, what she originally wanted to say was not what actually came out. She wanted to break up. In that short time apart, her attraction for him dipped and she didn’t want to be with him anymore. She called it a change of heart and that the relationship ran its course. He wasn’t expecting that, pleading that he’ll be better, but she was firm in her decision.

She took the break-up as it was. She expected to be sad, which she was. She explains she gave herself time to think and process what she actually felt. It didn’t help that she saw you frequently, confusing her feelings. She wanted you, but at the same time, she didn’t think she could trust you.

“Then, you fucking wrap your coat around me one night after dinner and when I asked you what the hell you were doing, you just shrugged, saying I looked cold,” You remember that night. She was running late and forgot to bring a jacket. She cursed you out in front of everyone, but you didn’t care. You were used to that. You did, however, care if she was cold. “And it was obvious you still cared about me.”

“Well yeah,” You say pointedly. “Nothing physical happened between Chaewon and me. Yeah she might’ve been all over me, but I never kissed her.”

“But you would’ve, right? If I wasn’t there,” Jennie lets go of your hands.

“I don’t know, probably,” You shrug. That night still haunts you, and it’s not the most pleasant thing for you to think about. She gives you a look, but doesn’t say anything else.

“So yeah, that’s why we broke up,” Jennie’s hands fold onto her lap.

“All I’m getting is that you belong to me,” You smirk as she rolls her eyes. You act as if you completely missed the point of the story. You didn’t, but it went straight to your cock finding out Jennie touched herself because of you.

“I’m not your fucking property,” Jennie deadpans.

“I’m not saying you are. What I am saying, however,” You scoot closer to her, moving her hands out of the way before reaching for her hips, easily lifting her on top of you, “Is that your body wants me.”

“Not true,” Jennie’s voice shakes when your lips ghost along her neck.

“We don’t have to decide what this is right now. You know, deep down, I want to be together. I was–still am–serious about marrying you, that hasn’t changed,” You press your lips underneath her jaw, head tilting back to give you more access, “I’m sure you won’t make it easy for me.”

“Who said we’re getting back together?” Jennie sighs as her hands rest on your neck, hair threading through her fingers.

“Me,” You murmur, sucking slightly on her skin. “So let me start now, okay?”

“Fine,” You smile against her skin, tongue soothing the mark you know everyone will tease her if they see it. She tugs you off, a pout forming on your face, “Slow?”

“Whatever you want, princess,” You tease, sucking in a breath when her body rolls, hands gripping her waist a little tighter. “Your call tonight.”

Jennie stares at you for a moment, and you don’t waver, keeping her gaze to show you’re serious.

“Mine?”

“Yours.”

A double entendre.

Jennie slips her hands underneath your sweater, pulling it off you, exposing your bare torso, before bringing you in for a heated kiss. Your body quickly reacts, cock stiff as she grounds her hips over you. You’re fighting for dominance as your tongues wrestle, swallowing all the airy pants and gasps falling from her mouth.

“Fuck,” You moan as she bites hard on your bottom lip. “I thought you wanted slow.”

“You talk too much,” Jennie gets out in between kisses.

“I thought you liked it when I talk,” You detach your lips, trailing them along her jawline. Sweet kisses have her body shivering.

“I preferred it when your mouth did other things,” Jennie breathes out, head falling back as you nip on her skin.

“Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it,” You say lowly as you continue your onslaught all over her neck. She’ll probably have to wear your hoodie to cover all the love bites, and she’ll definitely yell at you in the morning.

You do not care.

“You know what I want.”

You do, but you won’t make it this easy for her.

“Probably,” Your hands guide her movement, applying delicious friction over your sweats. It garners you a deep moan as she grabs your shoulders to steady herself. “But you know I like hearing you princess.”

Jennie loudly moans after a particularly hard suck, fingers pulling on your hair as her hips circle over you. She mumbles something that you can’t quite hear, sneaking a hand underneath her hoodie. Her body shivers at your touch.

“What’d you say?” Thumb rubbing gentle circles over her back.

“Fuck me.”

“Be more specific,” You taunt, the warmth emanating in between your bodies, and you just know she’s fucking soaked.

“You’re being a fucking tease,” Jennie groans once your lips meet her collarbone, “We don’t have that much time.”

She has a point. You’re not sure when the others will return, but Alice will make everyone leave if they get too much.

“You know I can’t just fuck you,” You murmur, burying your face into her neck. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” Jennie whimpers, grinding herself over you, the ache in your cock has you groaning. “I can take you.”

“I have to stretch you out, princess.” Not that you’re bragging, but you know you’re well above the average. The amount of shock through the years said enough.

Jennie shakes her head as her hips lift from her position. You whine, in an attempt to pull her back, but she stands, untying her sweats before it falls down her legs.

Your mouth waters at the site of Jennie’s pussy right above you. The dim lighting of the tent lamp shines a slick dripping down her inner thighs. She’s absolutely gushing and it turns you on that it was all because of you. You quickly slip the waistband of your sweats down, freeing your cock. It slaps against your stomach, and you notice your tip weeping leaking.

“You want my mouth, baby?” You stare up at her, uncaring as you lick your lips. You could almost taste her. Your hand encloses around your length, slowly stroking yourself as you imagine your face in between her legs.

Jennie shakes her head once again, gently tilting your head back to give her a better view of you touching yourself, “Lay back.”

You don’t hesitate. You follow her command, keeping a steady pace with your hand as you watch Jennie step over you, feet falling on the outsides of your legs.

Jennie lowers herself, shutting the lights off and keeping her gaze on yours. You sharply inhale as the apex of her thighs get closer to your cock, increasing your movement that your forearm starts to burn.

The moment her slick touches the tip of your cock, Jennie squeals, biting her lip to muffle the sound. You groan, dropping your hand as your length slides in between her lips.

“Jen,” You pant, hands shooting to her hips to steady her, but it ends up dragging her wetness all over your cock. “I need to prep—”

“No, no,” Jennie’s eyes roll back as her hips rock over yours. “I can handle you. I’m so fucking wet for you. Let me, please daddy please.”

It’s like a switch went off as she moans, rolling her body in a wave as she rubs herself over you.

“Princess,” The nickname has her mewling, hips stuttering as your cock hits her clit. “Tonight’s about you.”

“I want your cock, daddy.” She falls forward, arms resting on your chest as her hair covers your face. She kisses your neck, heavy breaths, as her hips swirl. “It’s been so long. I need to be filled.”

Her filthy words have you blindly thrusting up, brushing through her lower lips as she moans into your skin.

“Good ahead, baby.”

Jennie reaches her hand backwards, fingers delicately wrapping along your girth. You buck into her hand, groaning as she rubs it around her hole. Once she guides your tip into her entrance, her hips seductively roll down to take you in.

You swear you see stars the moment her pussy wraps around the head, her walls squeezing you tightly. Her hands press hard into your chest, pushing her body upright as you watch her head fall back. When your eyes glance down, you groan at the sight of your cock in between her legs.

“Daddy,” Jennie’s eyes open slowly, breaking your gaze to her eyes low, lust taking over as she lowers herself more.

“Yes princess?” You suck in a breath as her slick drips down your cock.

“Tell me I’m good,” Jennie circles her hips, knees spreading slightly as her body adjusts to your size. “I’m being good right?”

“Good girls take all of me,” You watch, hypnotized as she continues her movement, your length gradually disappearing more and more. Her body recoils before dropping even lower that your hands tightly grip her waist.

“Daddy,” Her nails dig into your skin, hips shaking side to side. “Please, I’ll be good. Let me be good.” She trembles in your hold, walls accommodating your size.

Your resolve’s slipping. Fast.

With Jennie moaning and the sight of her struggling to take you in has your hands dropping. You mutter a fuck as the pressure around your cock increases tenfold, her body tensing as nails raking down your chest. The pain is short-lived as the warmth from her walls spurs you on, causing an involuntary thrust up as gravity pushes her down.

“Holy shit, Jen.” Your eyes snap to see your length gone, fully sheathed inside her as her pussy tightens.

Jennie freezes, hands gripping your sides, before letting out a filthy moan.

“Daddy, am I being good?” She leans back, her hands on your knees before slowly rolling her hips up.

“So fucking good,” You don’t recognize your voice, eyes locked on watching your cock appear in between her legs.

“I missed you,” Her body shivers as she takes you in again.

It’s a confession, something she’s been holding in for a while based on how she rides you slowly, intently, purposefully—to remind you just what you’ve been missing since.

All you can do is moan because she feels too good wrapped around you, the overstimulation of her walls hugging your cock in the best kind of way. Sex has always felt good, but with her, it just feels like more.

Your hand slips underneath her hoodie, gently palming her breasts as she moves above you. She’s always been reactive to your touch, and you couldn’t forget the spots that always have her begging for more.

“Such a good girl,” You watch her hips gyrate into figure eights, hypnotizing you as she mewls with every roll. Her walls tighten at the praise, her slick getting slicker.

Jennie’s mouth is suddenly on your lips, attacking with such gusto as her pace increases. Her clit brushes against your public bone and you can feel her impending orgasm from her pussy’s death-like grip.

If this is how you go, what a way to die.

Your hands find hers, interlacing your fingers together. She never breaks away, shoving her tongue into your mouth as she pants and moans like the good girl she is. She brings your arms overhead, hips grounding on top of yours.

“I’m gonna cum daddy,” Jennie mumbles weakly against you, her hips stutter, pace erratic as she fucks herself all over your cock.

You snap your waist upward, leaving no spot in between her walls untouched, and she loses it. She lets go of your hands, arms wrapping tightly around your neck as she holds on.

All you can focus on is getting her to cum because time is running out. You continue thrusting, hands easily finding her hips as you guide her movements, the sound of your bodies spurring you on.

“Baby,” You grit out, hips erratically pounding up into her. The change in nickname meant you were close, too close that you might release inside of her.

“Do it daddy,” Jennie raises her head slightly, eyes locked onto yours. “You know you want to,” She whispers, breath ghosting over your lips as her body slams against yours.

“Princess wants me to cum inside her?” You breathe out, hands trailing down to cup her buttocks, massaging the flesh.

“Yes,” Jennie whines, “Please.”

You’re getting closer and closer, and it’s helping almost too well that Jennie mumbles the dirtiest things, too explicit that if it was anyone else, they’d run away.

It’s you though, too turned on by her body and her words that as soon as the words breed me daddy fall from her lips you lose it. Your orgasm crashes through your body. You sit up as Jennie continues working herself over your cock, feeling you release, wailing, whimpering as it floods her.

Jennie’s body seizes in your hold, back arching as her walls suddenly spasm around your length, prolonging your orgasm. You swear her pussy’s pulsing and your vision goes white, holding her tightly against your chest as you rut into her.

Her teeth sink into your shoulder, the pain adding to the pleasure, as she fails miserably to muffle her scream. You pray to whatever higher beings there are that the others aren’t on their way back yet because she’s loud.

You gasp for air as her chest heaves on top of yours.

You weren’t expecting to have sex this weekend, let alone Jennie of all people. You’ve toned down on the nights with random women, something Rosie and Lisa commend you for. It wasn’t without question, which you were honest that you wanted to at least try to have another relationship.

You rub soothingly over Jennie’s skin, body slightly shivering at the contact as goosebumps form underneath your touch.

“Hi,” Jennie mumbles against your neck, still a bit breathy as she catches her breath.

“Hi yourself,” You squeeze the pliable muscle, molding against your hand. “You’re okay, right?” You’re concerned because you both went a little—a lot—rough on each other’s bodies.

“Yes,” Jennie taps your nose playfully. “I forgot how big you were.”

The thing is, her position hasn’t changed. The comment goes straight to your head and your cock throbs, already overly sensitive, along Jennie’s warm, snug walls.

Naturally, she feels it, letting out a surprised moan that has her burying her face back into your neck.

“Sorry,” You breathe out, the only word you could properly form.

“You’re such a guy,” Jennie chuckles. “Immediately reacting to hearing anything related to your dick size.”

You apologize again, which she tells you it’s okay. Casually mentioning that you’re the biggest she’s ever had anyways. You lift her off you, hissing as your cock feels like it can breathe after suffocating inside Jennie.

“Ass,” Jennie says simply, rolling off you to perfectly slot her head on your shoulder.

Maybe it’s the hormones. Or maybe it’s the denial.

Reality soon sets in as you just had sex with your ex-girlfriend. You even had the nerve to play into your favorite dynamic.

“Jen-” Two fingers are on your lips.

“Don’t ruin the moment,” Jennie says quietly.

“But-” You try to say something, but the gentle press stops you.

“I know we have to talk, but I’m sore and exhausted,” Jennie sighs. The crack of twigs and leaves alerts your brain. “We’ll talk. We obviously have to, but later okay?” Rosie’s singing something off tune, and it’s louder than it was a few moments ago.

“Okay,” Is all you can say, as her fingers trail along your jawline. It’s an intimate move, turning your head the slightest to feel the gentle pressure of Jennie’s lips against yours.

You wake up alone in the tent, the sound of the girls laughing disrupts your sleep. You rub your eyes as soon as you walk out, the conversation falling quiet.

“Good morning, oppa,” Alice greets as you yawn.

You send a lazy wave, searching for a seat, which ironically was in between Jennie and Lisa. You notice Jennie’s wearing one of the sweaters you packed. You also notice how it’s zipped to the top, completely covering her neck.

“You missed out last night,” Rosie picks up where the conversation left off. “We were just telling Jennie how Lisa unintentionally walked away with Lia’s phone number.”

“I didn’t know she was into girls,” Lisa defends, shaking her head.

“It’s okay,” Jisoo pats her on the head. “The one time you don’t try to get a girl’s number, you do. Take it for what it is.”

It earns you a chuckle as Alice hands you a plate, a grateful smile sent her way as you realize how hungry you are.

“Well, at least I can take oppa with me,” Lisa shrugs.

“Uh what? I’m not going to be some third wheel,” You say after taking a bite.

“No, dumb dumb,” Rosie scoffs. “Ryujin. She was totally into you.”

From the corner of your eye, Jennie’s body tenses.

It goes unnoticed by the others, too engrossed with the conversation, but you’ve always been acutely aware of how Jennie feels. She acts cold and distant with most people, but it’s all part of a façade. It especially breaks down when it involves you. Everyone knew when she was upset with you because she wore it on her face.

“Oh well-”

“You seemed pretty interested,” Alice comments behind her mug.

“I was just being nice,” You weren’t interested to an extent. Under different circumstances, the probability of something happening was high. You cared more about how Jennie, and that paid off.

“You’re always being nice,” Lisa raises her hands, both sets of index and middle fingers bending flexing twice.

Jennie’s standing again, which you don’t understand why this woman can’t just sit still. You sense her irritation rolling in your direction. You internally sigh as her attitude, this early in the morning, was more a nuisance than anything.

You don’t say anything when Jennie tells the group that she’s going to take a shower at the community center. For what it’s worth, it’s like a spa with private baths and showers the size of your tiny one-bedroom apartment. She hardly glances your way, but there’s something in your gut telling you to go with her.

After you finish eating, of course.

Your head snaps back, groaning as it hits the bathroom tile. You watch how Jennie’s eyes never leave yours and it’s taking everything in you not to cum right then and there.

Her mouth is dangerous and she knows it.

“Daddy,” Jennie sucks in a breath, keeping her hand wrapped tightly around your cock. “I have a question for you.”

Her innocent expression pales in comparison to what her hand’s actually doing. She languidly strokes your cock. Too lost in the sensation that you almost don’t hear her question.

“What?” You ask.

“Are you going to go on a date with Ryujin?” Jennie asks, leaning ever so slight to run her tongue along your length.

It clicks why Jennie suddenly appeared in your private shower. There’s a somewhat strict policy about men and women showers, but when you heard a knock on your door, you weren’t expecting her to be on the other side.

Jennie didn’t answer why she was there when you asked, but her dropping to her knees as soon as you shut the door, it was obvious she had a plan in mind.

“Staking your claim on me already?” You quip, hand cupping her face. It’s not the smartest move to taunt her, especially with her hand wrapped around you.

Jennie clicks her tongue, rolling her eyes, “Like there’s anything to claim.”

“And if I do?” You trail your finger along her jawline, watching her eyes narrow in the process. “What’re you going to do about it?”

The thing with Jennie, that she’ll deny to you and swear up and down to anyone else, is that she gets jealous. You learned that very quickly when you started dating. She wouldn’t say anything if a girl spoke to you, but afterwards when you were alone, she’d remind you that you were hers.

She’s naturally possessive of you, and you reaped the benefits in some sick power play she’d try to carry out.

“You won’t,” Jennie’s mouth wraps around your cock, her tongue doing things that need to be studied because it feels too good.

“Why is that princess?” You ask as she takes you in deeper.

Instead of answering, Jennie goes lower, your tip hitting the back of her throat. She fucking swallows around your cock and it has your muscles tensing. You have to make sure you don’t go too far, as much as you want to, because it’s still been a while. She repeats the movement, letting off the slightest before taking more of you in. She keeps her mouth tight around your girth, hollowing out her cheeks that has you feel lightheaded.

“I bet Ryujin could take all of me,” You goad, watching as her pace increases, fucking your cock down her throat. “She could be my princess next.”

It’s a dirty move, but an empty threat. Jennie knows at her core that only she’s deemed worthy of that name.

But it has the best results as she takes all of you. Her lips press against your pubic bone, staring up at you and it’s a beautiful sight to see your ex-girlfriend’s face stuffed with your cock.

Jennie holds it for what feels like a lifetime before slowly bobbing her head up. “Don’t be a fucking ass.”

“Then prove me wrong.”

(She does, exploding on her face a minute later.)

“You two are being weird,” Rosie comments as you grill the meat.

“What?” You ask distractedly to make sure the bulgogi doesn’t burn unevenly.

“You and Jennie.”

“What are you talking about?” You set the tongs down after flipping the pieces.

“I can’t put my finger on it yet, but there’s something different about you two.”

You don’t respond, feigning being busy by unwrapping the other meats.

Sure, you had sex last night. And sure, Jennie made a mess of you in the showers, but you couldn’t exactly tell your friends that. Their reaction is something you’re not prepared for yet.

“But you two aren’t fighting right? I know that you were already reluctant about this whole trip, and the sleeping arrangements were a bust, but it isn’t as bad as you thought it would be, right?”

Definitely not is what you want to say, but you know Rosie wouldn’t let you get away with saying that.

“No, not fighting. We’re making it work,” You answer vaguely.

It is the last night of the trip, which thankfully the group decided on having a calmer night since you have to trek back to the city in the morning.

“Good,” Rosie nods approvingly. “Hopefully everything will still be okay when we get back.”

You have a nice buzz going as you settle in your sleeping bag. Jennie slips herself next to you, slotting a leg over yours before curling into your side. You smell the alcohol from her breath as she sighs contentedly.

She’s a bit drunk compared to you, thanks to Lisa offering shots with dinner. She practically sat on your lap in front of everyone that it surprised you, but the others even more. Rosie gave you a pointed look, realizing that something did happen between you two, but thankfully doesn’t comment.

“I want you,” Jennie murmurs against your neck, breathing warm air against your skin. It sends a shiver down your spine, but you know now is not the time. She drives a hard bargain to not take her right then and there when she says, “I’m so wet for you. Having you cum all over me earlier left me wanting more.”

“Princess not now,” You gulp, cock stirring at the words. “There’s people here.”

“So? You don’t want them to hear how well you fuck me?” Jennie’s hand sneaks over your crotch, palming you gently. “They always wanted to know, but I wouldn’t say. I didn’t want them to know the things you’d do to me.”

Your cock rises at the thought. She smiles against your neck, slipping a hand underneath your sweats as the contrast of her cold hand against your throbbing length has you suck in a breath.

“Remember how I’d beg, offering my body to you to do whatever you want?” She whispers seductively. “I’d do it again. You know how much I love the stretch of you taking what’s yours. You know how much I love when you cum in me, on me, making a fucking mess of me.”

You clear your throat, trying to keep some semblance of control. You feel lightheaded at the thought of doing all those things to her. “Jen, you’re drunk.”

“So?” Jennie’s hand wraps around you, slowly stroking your cock. “Drunk or sober. It’s never stopped us before. Drunk sex was especially good. Remember when you fucked me in the ass? The only person to ever do that. I was fucking ruined after.”

“Jesus fuck,” You grit out as her grip gets tighter. That night was fun. She let you have her however you wanted, and you’ve always had a thing for her sweet bottom. Those little cheeks made beautiful sounds as you pounded away. “Behave.”

“Fine,” Jennie huffs, pulling her hand away. She places her hand on your chest, curling into you more.

“I’ll make it up to you when we get back,” You offer, kissing her forehead.

“Promise?”

“Yes.”

One you very much intend to keep.

Jennie squirms in your hold, hips shaking, pussy quivering along your cock as you steady her.

“Daddy come on,” She moans out, head falling on your sheets as she tries to get you to move. “You promised you’d make it up to me.”

You did. You will. Just not right now. You’re just taking in the moment of her wrapped oh so tightly around you that you want to enjoy it before you absolutely ruin her.

Jennie was over your place an hour after you dropped off the siblings. Rosie grilled you on what the hell happened, but you remained strong and did not say a word. She wouldn’t drop it, which annoyed you, but you knew you wouldn’t say anything unless you spoke with Jennie first.

And you were actually able to have a somewhat productive conversation about what you were doing. She didn’t want to be made a fool again, which you swore nothing like would happen. You’re both older, more settled into your careers, that this—whatever this was—was more stable. She saw how much the break-up affected you, but ego got in the way to want to reconcile. You understood, the thought of her walking in with someone that wasn’t you, would’ve scarred you for life.

“I’m not going to make it easy for you,” Jennie said, standing over you, pulling you up.

“I don’t expect anything less,” You whispered, a quiet promise made to whatever higher being there was that you were absolutely not going to fuck this up.

“Good,” And she dragged you towards your room.

Jennie’s getting antsy, but the sight of your cock in between her legs is one you could never tire of. You wish your phone was nearby, capturing this to save for later.

But you’ll do that later.

“Daddy,” Jennie huffs, arching her back to get you deeper, but you press your body weight into her, keeping your cock snug within her walls. “You promised.”

“I know princess,” You trail a hand down her spine, watching her body shiver from the contact. “You just look so good,” Her pussy tightens.

“I’ll look better once you move,” Jennie gasps as you roll your hips. “Do you want me to beg? I will if that’s what’ll get you to fuck—”

You don’t let her finish her sentence, thrusting your hips deeper that her body jolts at the sudden movement. You lean forward, just enough to kiss the top of her head, hair pressed against your lips as you murmur, “Oh princess, you’ll be begging me to stop.”

You stand up straight, slowly pulling your hips back, and watch, entranced, as your cock slides out. It’s slick from Jennie, and you’ve never seen anything hotter. You let out a sigh as you feel her contract around the tip. She moans and something snaps inside you that you suddenly thrust back in.

Jennie squeals at the pressure, letting out a filthy moan that has you groaning. Your body moves on its own accord, slowly pumping your cock in and out of her pussy that has you seeing stars.

“You’re so fucking big,” Jennie moans, pants, as she starts to babble nonsense as her walls accommodate to your girth. “I need it daddy. I’ve been so fucking wet.”

Her walls rhythmically squeeze every time you bottom out. It doesn’t stop you. It makes you chase the feeling, an addiction that you wouldn’t mind having.

You lose yourself in her body, watching her bite her lip and lose her breath as she grabs onto the sheets. Hearing your name fall from her lips wakes something up in you.The sounds she makes drive you to thrust into her, and when you hit a certain spot inside, she demands you don’t stop. You don’t break rhythm as she squirms. You grab her hips, letting out groans of your own as you feel your orgasm coming.

Her hands grip the sheet, wrinkling the fabric as your pace quickens, hitting every single nerve inside her has your body on fire. She lets you fuck her at whatever pace you want. Slow then fast then grind before it has her hips meeting yours perfectly in sync.

“Fucking hell, princess,” You groan, ceasing your movement as you watch Jennie’s hips roll and grind on your cock, finding every which angle to take you. “You’re being so fucking good. Are you trying to make me cum?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Jennie chants like a prayer, turning her head so her cheek rests against the fabric. “I want it. Cum in me daddy, breed me like the good girl I am.”

You’re close to the point of no return, especially with the way her pussy contracts at every thrust. She’s doing everything to suck you in and it’s working. You plant your foot on the edge of your bed, increasing your tempo tenfold as the sound of skin hitting gets louder. You’re fucking into her, nailing her onto your bed as her knees slide, opening her up as you jack hammer through her walls.

“Oh shit, baby,” The nickname falls from her lips, “Baby, I’m going to fucking cum.”

It was a short warning because after three thrusts, Jennie’s body tenses, back wildly arching as her pussy tightens, knocking the wind out of you. Your body falls on top of hers, hips erratically snapping before you meet your end.

Jennie growls, pushing her hips up into yours to take everything you have to offer. She does a nasty move by humping back onto your cock, short small thrusts that have you pushing your cum deeper inside her pussy.

“More, daddy,” She keeps moving, hips never ceasing. Her words of I want you to ruin me keeps you hard.

With a sudden burst of energy, you push yourself up, pulling out of her. You ignore the small whine she lets out, flipping her body over. She’s almost too responsive with your touch by the way she spreads her legs wide, knees falling open.

You grab your cock, aiming your tip at her opening before flicking the head on top of her clit. She mewls, eyes rolling back. You can’t wait anymore. In one swift movement, your cock enters her without warning. Her eyes shoot back to yours, letting out a scream as you pound into her.

Your hands perch on her knees, holding her open as her tits bounce with every thrust. One hand sneaks in between, rapidly rubbing her clit that her eyes shoot open wide.

“Baby,” Her voice comes out hoarse. “I-It’s too much.”

Jennie’s all fucked out, hands gripping your forearms as her legs flail out. You’re hardly paying her any attention, too focused on your cock splitting her open.

“Your pussy’s too good,” You don’t care how crass it sounds. Your thoughts are wild right now, and you can’t help but say all of them out loud. “I can’t get enough. How the hell did you keep this from me? I missed this.”

“I missed you,” Jennie says affectionately, scratching lightly.

“God, keep squeezing me like that princess,” You’re thrusting wildly, applying more pressure on her clit as you rub.

Her orgasm catches both of you off guard, her eyes widening as she screams, her walls forcing you out before a sudden gush of liquid sprays your cock. You react fast, forcing your way through your walls as the hot, tight feeling has you hitting your peak again.

You’re greedy though so once you start to release, you pull out, quickly jerking your shaft as ropes of cum shoot out. You aim for her quivering pussy, before painting her stomach. White droplets spraying over her skin has you easing your cock back inside for a moment. Her walls milk whatever’s left before you collapse next to her.

You’re trying to catch your breath that you don’t even feel her move, but your cock’s suddenly enveloped by something warm and wet that your head snaps back. Your hand easily threads through her hair, guiding her gently as she licks around and over your cock.

“Princess,” You pant, the stimulation being too much even for you. “What’re you doing?”

“Cleaning up the mess on daddy’s cock,” Jennie answers simply, tongue lapping your tip.

Once Jennie’s satisfied, she pecks the top of your cock, humming to herself before kissing your stomach. She crawls above you, swinging a leg over your body before resting her head in the crook of your neck.

“I’m still horny,” Jennie whines, kissing underneath your jaw.

“Jennie,” You sigh, bone dead as your thumb gently rubs her inner thigh.

“This is your fault, you know,” Jennie says out of the blue.

“What did I do?”

“If you didn’t know how to fuck me, I wouldn’t be in this position,” Jennie mumbles shyly.

“Well, I’m sorry?” You offer, even though you’re not.

“Whatever,” Jennie huffs as your eyes close. “I’m still not going out with you.”

“I haven’t even asked yet.”

“You’re going to, and my answer will be no,” Jennie states matter-of-factly.

You roll your eyes, chuckling, “I’m sure it will be, but I could probably get a yes sooner if I withhold sex—ow!”

Jennie pinches you.

“Don’t you dare.”

“You’re so demanding.”

“Yeah, well,” Jennie pushes herself up, face in front of yours, “You’ll have no choice but to deal with it.”

Deal.

(kinda left it at where there could be a prequel and/or sequel, but meh, we'll see.

serious thanks to everyone who read and enjoyed my previous stories. i'll see ya in the next one, whenever that may be.)

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What A Few Drinks Do

Alright, new twice mommy series part. We had some slight fallout from the last part before we spent some time with Dahyun. We learn something interesting about this mommy lol. This part is gonna help set something up for later.

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Dahyun X Mreader

You wake up, get ready, and drive to Dahyun’s home. You chat with her briefly as she puts Eunsoo in the back. “You said Nayeon was just going to ride with us yesterday, right?”

“Mhmm, she just wanted a good look at the area. She hasn’t asked for another ride, so we can go as soon as I have Eunsoo all set.” Dahyun buckles in her sleepy baby and climbs into the back, checking herself for everything. “We’re all set back here.”

“Then let’s get going.” Your drive is peaceful, and the two of you walk into work. You notice Jeongyeon hadn’t come in yet. It was strange, but you thought that maybe she was just going to be late. During your break, you meet up with Dahyun, “Did you see Jeongyeon at all today?”

“No, I haven’t. Nayeon’s not here either,” Dahyun pouts as she begins to think with a bit of worry on her face, “Do you think something happened to them?”

“I don’t think so, to both of them? I’ll call Jeongyeon, and you can call Nayeon. You do have her number, right?” Dahyun nods her head and calls Nayeon while you do the same for Jeongyeon. You hear the tone as you wait for your call to go through, only to get sent to her voicemail. Dahyun receives the same response, but neither woman responds. The two of you are considering visiting Nayeon. “I don’t know where Jeongyeon lives, so we’ll have to visit Nayeon to see if she knows anything.” Dahyun nods her head.

“Yeah, I hope nothing bad happened.”

“I wouldn’t worry too much Dahyun. They’re strong. Let’s finish the day before going.” Dahyun nods along, her face a mix of concern and uncertainty. The two of you focus on your work, trying to distract yourselves before finishing up the day and heading back to her home. You unload Eunsoo first, helping Dahyun get everything back home before heading to Nayeon’s apartment. You knock on the door when no response comes; you knock again, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway.

This time, the door opened; it was just a crack, but it was enough to tell you Nayeon was home. “Nayeon!” Dahyun says, relieved to see her. “We got worried when you and Jeongyeon didn’t show up for work. Are you alright? And do you know if Jeongyeon is okay? We tried to call her earlier.”

Nayeon opens the door a little more, “Sorry for not coming in today. It’s just that Jeongyeon isn’t doing so well.” The older woman looks inside before turning back to you. “She found out her husband has been cheating on her. She’s been in bed crying all day. I don’t think now's the time to have company.” You struggle to find the words to respond.

“Is there anything we can do for her? Maybe bring her something to eat?”

“We’d appreciate that, Dahyun. I’m probably going to miss the next few days of work while I watch Jeongyeon. I’ll tell you both when she starts to feel better.”

“Right, we appreciate that, Nayeon.” You tell her before she closes the door on you and Dahyun. You head back to Dahyun’s home, entering behind her. “Dahyun, would you mind if I stayed the night?”

Dahyun gently bounces Eunsoo in her arms as she heads towards her bedroom. “Of course. Let me put Eunsoo down, and I can start something.” Dahyun uses her body to close the door to her bedroom. Placing Eunsoo in her crib, Dahyun's grin grows. She knew it was a bad situation, but she was happy it caused you to spend more time with her. Dahyun jumped up and down in the room as quietly as she could, far too excited. She calms herself down, running her hands through her hair to clean her messy hair before stepping back out.

“What do you want to eat?” She says, struggling to hide her smile as she looks at you.

“Let’s see what you have first,” you say as you look inside the fridge. “Actually, let me cook something for you. It’ll be something simple but delicious. We can bring some over to Nayeon and Jeonyeon, too.”

“Yeah,” Dahyun says, walking over to you and placing her hand on your back. “At least let me help you.”

“You can help me after you change, Dahyun. You should change into something more comfortable.” Dahyun nods and hurries to her room, changing quickly before returning in an oversized t-shirt and pajama bottoms.

“Alright, now let me help,” Dahyun says with conviction. The two of you make a small meal of seared fish, rice, and stir-fried vegetables. You prepare enough for yourselves and Jeongyeon and Nayeon.

“We should take these over while it’s still hot. I can take them real quick; you can plate the rest.”

“Sounds like a plan.” You pack some of the food and head to Nayeon’s home. You knock on the door, waiting outside for a second when Nayeon opens the door slowly, poking her out from behind it.

“We made you two some food; it’s still hot.” You tell her as you hand over the food. “Is Jeongyeon doing alright? I mean, is she at least eating?”

“She’d rather not, but I’m making sure she does. Thanks for the food. I know she’ll appreciate it.” Nayeon says with a slight smile. “I’m glad that she’s made some good friends.”

You nod in response, “We just want to see her do well. I’ll be leaving now. Good night.”

“Good night.” She says, closing the door.

You return to Dahyun’s, thinking about how Jeongyeon must be feeling. As you step through the door to Dahyun’s apartment, she grabs your arm and drags you to your seat. “Come on, let’s eat.” You and Dahyun talk about various topics throughout your meal, going from work to what you like to do at home as you have a few drinks.

“It’s amazing that you’re able to work and take care of Eunsoo. Do you even have any time for yourself?”

“Sometimes, but for the most part, I just sleep. I’m too tired to do anything else.”

“I’m sure it must be tough sometimes.”

“Yeah, but it’s a little easier now that you pick us up and drop us off. I’ve had a little more time to sleep in the morning. I’ve gotten the chance to relax more, and I feel really good.” Dahyun runs her finger along the rim of her glass. She gives you a nervous look before breaking into a smile. “Um, would you like to… never mind.” Dahyun wipes her face. You watch it begin to turn red and decide to push her on the subject.

“Would I like to what?”

“I-um was going to ask if you’d like to…” Dahyun looks around the room, trying to find some way to change the subject. You lean over the small dining table and place your hands around the side of Dahyun’s eyes, giving her nowhere else to look. “I want to know if you wanted to have sex.” She says quietly, her pale face turning a bright red.

“What was that?” You ask her to repeat herself, wanting to tease her.

“Do you want to have sex?” Dahyun says as she looks at the dining table.

You stop covering Dahyun’s peripheral vision, “I think that you’re the one that wants to have sex, Dahyun.” She blushes at your statement. The alcohol was talking for both of you; you lean in and steal a kiss from Dahyun. She shuts her eyes, her hands gingerly wrapping around you as you get closer to one another. You grab Dahyun, lifting her as you two continue to kiss. You carry her to the living room, crashing on top of her couch. You feel her legs wrap around you. Your hands move down her sides, grabbing at the hem of her shirt. You lift it slowly before tossing it off her body, seeing her bare breasts as Dahyun looks away from you. You cup one of the soft mounds, giving it a light squeeze and shaking it in your hand. She shivers at your touch, a gasp escaping her lips.

You run your thumb over her nipple, flicking it lightly. A small amount of milk leaks from her tit as you give her breast another squeeze—this time, Dahyun moans, her eyes filled with lust as she grabs the couch's armrest. You kiss the middle of her chest, slowly moving to her left breast. You kiss around her nipple, teasing her as her breathing becomes heavy with anticipation.

Dahyun felt herself getting wet as you teased her body. She could hardly keep her eyes off you. You avoid her nipple, moving up toward her neck and planting sweet kisses. Dahyun coos as she feels your tongue against her skin; your finger flicks her nipple again, making her grimace as her world becomes filled with pleasure.

Your slide your other hand down her smooth stomach, sneaking under her pajama bottoms and rubbing against her cunt, the thin fabric of her panties quickly becoming soaked in her juices along her slit. “Ah, that feels so good,” Dahyun groans.

You stop kissing her momentarily, getting by her ear to tell her, “Don’t forget to make me feel good.”

Dahyun looks down at your bulge and reaches for it. Cupping it in her hands, she feels the heat radiating from it. She rubs it slowly with her hand, earring small groans from you as you get under her panties and push two fingers inside her. “Oh fuck,” Dahyun moans as she grips your shirt. You curl your fingers inside her, rubbing against her walls as you push your fingers in and out of her. You take in one of her nipples, running your tongue along it. Dahyun’s body grew weaker; she could hardly move as you flooded her mind with pleasure. “Keep going,” She moaned, grinding herself against your hand.

“Dahyun, you’re sounding so slutty.” You whisper into her ear.

“Don’t say that. I’m not a slut,” Dahyun whimpers as she nears her climax. You feel her walls tighten around your fingers; you speed up, causing her to whine.

“Don’t you hear yourself? You’re moaning like one.” You say as you flick her nipple with your tongue.

“I’m-I’m cumming,” Dahyun was trying to refuse your claims, but she climaxed before she could finish. You watch her body twitch as she cums, as she soaks her pajama bottoms in her nectar. Still, you continue to finger her, “Wait, please!” Dahyun whines as you overstimulate her. You shut her up with a kiss.

Feeling her walls tighten around your fingers again, you slow down and deny her another orgasm. You climb off the already-exhausted woman, stripping yourself down to nothing before doing the same to Dahyun. Back on the couch, you grab Dahyun and place her on your lap so she can straddle you. Dahyun places her hands on the sofa, trying to support herself as you tease her cunt with your cock. She mumbles something, and when you ask her to say it louder, she repeats herself, “I want your cock.”

“Are you being honest with yourself now, Dahyun?” She lazily nods at you. You get by her ear, whispering your question, “Are you a slut, Dahyun?”

“I’m not a slut,”

“What if I made you my slut?” You let go of Dahyun’s body, letting her support herself but keeping your cock pointed toward her cunt. “All you have to do is drop yourself on my cock.” You make the choice harder for Dahyun by rubbing the tip against her lips. When you come to a stop, Dahyun drops her weight on you, impaling herself on your cock. You both moan. Grabbing onto Dahyun’s waist, you start to thrust, holding her still as you drive your cock deep into Dahyun’s cunt. She grabs your shoulder and fills the room with her moans as your bodies smack against each other. You move one of your hands to Dahyun’s ass, giving the soft piece of flesh a rough squeeze and making Dahyun groan. “How does it feel, Dahyun?”

“I love it, I love your cock.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” You nip at Dahyun’s neck, “Who’s my little slut?” You ask teasingly.

“I am, I’m your slut.” Dahyun groans as she bounces on your cock, her modest breasts bouncing along with her. Dahyun’s walls clamp down on your cock as she says that. You figure that she might like the slight degradation and slap her ass.

“Say it again.”

“I’m your dirty slut,” Dahyun moans, a tired expression on her face as she approaches her orgasm. “I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum.”

“Not so soon, Dahyun. Hold on a little longer.” Dahyun bites her lip as she tries to hold off her orgasm. As you continue to thrust into her tightening cunt, you feel yourself about to cum. You speed up, moving like a piston in and out of Dahyun.

“I’m cumming!” Dahyun shouts. You bring her down onto your cock, burying yourself inside her as you cum. Dahyun feels the familiar warmth inside her as your cum rushes into her, painting her walls white as your baby batter makes its way into her womb. She leans forward, kissing you as you both come down from the high. You lay down on the couch, with Dahyun lying on top of you, your cock still inside her. You end up falling asleep like that.

When you woke up, it was early in the morning, and it was still dark outside. A light down the hallway stayed on as Dahyun came back into the living room. She was startled to see you awake. “What are you doing up so early in the morning?” you asked her.

“Eunsoo woke up and started crying. I just finished putting her back to sleep.” Dahyun responds before sitting on the couch. “Last night was…something.” She says, struggling to describe what happened.

“I think we both had a little bit too much to drink,” you tell her, placing your hand on your thigh. Your memories of last night are a little foggy, but there was one thing you remembered. “Dahyun, I’m sorry for last night, but I have to ask.” She looks at you nervously. “Are you into degradation? Because you got really tight when that started.”

Dahyun felt her nerves relax as you asked that question before she began to huff. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She said defiantly, trying to ignore that part of last night.

“No, I definitely remember you getting tighter when I degraded you.” You squeeze Dahyun’s thigh and lean in. “Who’s my little slut.” Dahyun shivers at your words, and her legs rub against each other. It makes you laugh.

“Don’t laugh! It’s not funny!” Dahyun whines as she smacks your chest.

“It’s a little funny!” You retort as you take hold of her wrists. “It’s nice learning these things about you, Dahyun; now I know how to turn you on.” Dahyun blushes and buries her face in your chest.

“Shut up,” She says quietly. “We still have four hours until work; let's get some more sleep, Mister.” She says, mildly annoyed at you. You stifle a laugh and agree with her as you try to relax and go back to sleep for a little while longer.

#kpop smut #male reader #m reader #twice smut #dahyun smut

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darkstar225 · 6 months

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Twice's 10th member is Aespa's Karina girlfriend ft protective J-line

A/N: Heyyy, I'm trying to make up for the time I'm gone lol! Sry for taking so long to post :D I hope that the anons who gave me these very similar ideas on Tumblr like it!

The requests: Hi I want to request where y/n is dating karina from aespa and the unnies especially ( the j-line) want to see how she handles y/n because she (playful, mischievous and childish) and karina did a great job and she also put y/n to bed and cuddle her.

Hi can you do where y/n is dating karina from aespa and where y/n brings karina to meet the members and they all gave her a warning especially the j-line and also some tips to take of y/n. Thank u

PS: Tysm for everyone who reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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It was a Friday evening, and the atmosphere at the TWICE dorm was vibrant with laughter and excitement. The reason? The 10th and youngest member, Y/N, was finally introducing her girlfriend, Karina from Aespa, to the unnies. The J-line, aka Momo, Sana, and Mina, were particularly thrilled, their mischievous grins already in place as they prepared to put Y/N and Karina through their playful inspection.

The doorbell rang, and Nayeon, mom number 2, skipped to answer it.

Nayeon - Karina! Welcome to the TWICE dorm! *motherly smile*

Exclaimed the fake maknae, pulling the Aespa member into a warm hug.

Karina grinned, her eyes glancing around the lively space.

Karina - Thank you, Nayeon unnie. I'm excited to be here.

As the evening unfolded, Y/N and Karina were showered with warmth and laughter. Jeongyeon, the second eldest and mom number 3, took the lead in guiding them through the dorm, introducing Karina to the various rooms and sharing anecdotes about the group's time together.

Dinner was a boisterous affair. Momo couldn't resist teasing her little sister from across the table, throwing playful glances that made the youngest member blush. Sana, sitting next to Karina, joined in the mischief, making the atmosphere light and carefree.

Mina, on the other hand, observed quietly. Her sharp eyes didn't miss the subtle interactions between the couple. As the night progressed, the J-line's plan started to unfold. Momo, Sana, and Mina exchanged sly looks, plotting their next move.

After dinner, the group settled in the living room for a round of games. Chaeyoung and Tzuyu, the other two members from the maknae-line of TWICE, joined forces with Y/N and Karina, forming a team against the unnies. The room echoed with laughter as the teams competed fiercely.

Amid the chaos, the J-line seized their chance to observe TWICE's angel and Karina's dynamics.

Momo - Look at them, Sana. Our Y/N is completely smitten. *whispering*

Sana giggled, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

Sana - This is going to be fun. Let's see how Karina handles our baby's playful side.

As the games continued, Mina discreetly pulled Karina aside for a chat.

Mina - You're doing great, Karina. But be prepared. Our dongsang can be a handful. The J-line especially knows how to bring out her mischievous side.

Karina nodded, appreciating the advice.

Karina - I'll keep that in mind, Mina unnie. But I can handle a little mischief. *smiles smugly*

Mina - We'll see about that. *smirking*

The night wore on, and eventually, the group gathered in the cozy living room. Y/N, visibly tired from all the excitement, leaned against Karina, her head resting on the Aespa member's shoulder. Momo couldn't resist teasing.

Momo - Look at our little Y/N. All tired out. *winking*

Y/N - I'm not tired! Just resting my eyes. *pouting*

Sana - Karina, you have your work cut out for you. Our little fireball is a handful, especially when she's pretending not to be tired.

Karina chuckled, wrapping her arm around her girl.

Karina - Don't worry, I can handle her. She's adorable even when she's pretending to be tough. *kisses Y/N's forehead*

The J-line exchanged knowing glances, silently acknowledging that Karina was handling the situation well. As the night progressed, the members decided it was time for bed. Y/N, already half-asleep, was gently guided by Karina to one of the guest rooms since she was gonna sleep with her girlfriend.

Once TWICE's sunshine was settled in bed, the J-line took Karina aside for a serious talk. Momo, with a playful yet stern expression, spoke first.

Momo - Karina, you seem great, but we need to make sure you can handle Y/N's playful and mischievous side. She might act tough, but she's a softie deep down.

Sana - And she loves to be spoiled. Don't let her fool you with her independent act.

Karina listened attentively, appreciating the unnies' concern. Mina, with a gentle smile, spoke next.

Mina - Just be yourself, and take care of our little sister. We trust you, but we also want Y/N to be happy... Which means we will end you if you hurt our kid.

Karina nodded, grateful for the advice.

Karina - Thank you, unnies. I really care about Y/N, don't worry because I'll do my best to make her happy.

The J-line exchanged satisfied glances, convinced that Karina was genuine in her intentions. With a final round of warnings and advice, the members bid each other goodnight, leaving Karina to her thoughts.

Alone in the guest room, Karina smiled as she watched her lover sleeping peacefully. The night might have been filled with mischief and teasing, but she felt a genuine connection with the TWICE members. As she cuddled with Y/N, she knew that she had the support of the unnies and that, despite the playful warnings, the night had been a success.

In the end, the J-line's mischievous plan had served its purpose: ensuring that their maknae was in good hands, surrounded by people who cared about her. And as the members of TWICE drifted off to sleep, the dorm echoed with the warmth of friendship and the promise of more shared moments to come.

And this made them all have the same thought:

I'll love my dear chosen family forever.

A/N: I'm sorry for any errors. English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there is something wrong, ty for reading <3

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mina-saiyat · 9 months

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After Concert (Nayeon, Momo, Sana, Mina)

A/N: Another smut idea pops up after I watch the Misamo showcase, it is really touching to see how they interacts, but I am also thinking about what will happen lol. This is not written by AI, instead I have written this by translating and changing some smut that I wrote in my language before. Now please enjoy and 'Do not touch'

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Twice has finally completed the American leg of their world tour, you have not been able to see them during the tour, and you take it as a chance to meet the members at their free time.

From time to time, members of Twice, except for Jihyo is busying on prepare her solo album and Misamo that are doing promotion in Japan, will come to your house in the name of visiting you. The most frequent visitors are Chaeyoung and Tzuyu who are resting.

However, this day Nayeon has convinced you to go Japan with her, as she wants to support her members at the last day of their showcase. You watch how emotional they are and they just can’t hold back the tears when they meet each other, you know they have good relations since their debut, and also on bed, so you tell Misamo to visit your hotel room after they finish their schedule.

You laying on the bed ,watching the live broadcast of the news on TV. It was already Misamo's turn to appear, and the clips of three of them performing today is aired on the TV.

"Nayeon, aren't their outfits beautiful tonight?" You patted the back of Nayeon's head while looking at Nayeon's selfie with your mobile phone.

In the photo, there are only two thin strips of cloth on Nayeon's chest, crossed up and down through the shoulders and underarms, to the back, and before being worn back from the underarms and waist, they are connected with the triangular fabric of the lower body.

Nayeon obviously has an C-cup, her plump breasts can be seen almost at a glance, and the triangular cloth on her lower body is also a corner of the black forest that is faintly exposed from time to time between movements.

"Uh..." Nayeon stopped what she was doing and raised her head to look back. She nodded and then went back to the previous movement. "It's very beautiful, but now I need this."

Nayeon is wearing that set of "pajamas", and has been kneeling between your legs, one hand is constantly stroking your penis, the other is playing with your scrotum, and the small mouth keeps kissing everywhere of your penis and scrotum, she sucks your penis and sucks the head of your penis, and makes one or two deepthroat movements from time to time.

After many years of training, everyone of Twice has practiced a set of blowjob hobbies that are unique to each other, and a set of public blowjob techniques that nine people have discussed with each other and all nine of them know how to do when pleasing you.

Just like Nayeon right now, she likes to quickly lick the penis from bottom to top, and then put the glans in her mouth. During the quick swallowing process, the glans collides with the small tongue tip of the throat, but not Will be too deep in the throat, just click to the end. The tip of the tongue hitting the throat back and forth like this, the feeling of wanting to vomit but not vomit, wanting to suffocate but not suffocating, is Nayeon's favorite.

At this moment, the three of Misamo were being interviewed by the MC on TV, and Momo once again began to avoid the microphone, giving the opportunity to Mina and Sana.

"Come...get up, the main course is almost ready, come up." You patted Nayeon's bare back.

"Um... oh...boo" Nayeon finally swallowed your penis a few more times to pass the addiction, and then pulled out the penis with a sound from her tightly pursed lips.

"Turn around and see how your sisters behave."

"Oh, daddy."

Nayeon turned around, her face was facing the TV, her bare back was facing you, her legs were separated and she knelt on your crotch. Holding your firm penis with one hand and constantly stroking it, her other hand supporting herself on the bed, her waist slowly dropped on you.

You look at your cock against Nayeon's labia. After Nayeon rubbed it a few times with her buttocks, the mushroom head was inserted into the labia and continued to move inside.

From the tips to the root of your penis, it gradually disappeared in Nayeon's vagina little by little until there were only the balls are hanging outside her clits.

Nayeon sat until you reach her bottom of the waist, feeling extremely sexually aroused all over, and then let out a refreshing sound "oh".

Listening to the interview session between Mina and Sana, watching Momo smiling and covering her mouth, Nayeon twisting her buttocks and start grinding your crotch.

The pictures inside the TV made Nayeon feels a perverted sexual pleasure. The members were interviewed on the spot and baptized by countless lights, but she was in the hotel room, having a crazy adultery with her master.

"Ah...ummm...uh...ohhhhh!" Nayeon's waist twisted more cheerfully, rubbing her hands even harder on her breasts.

"Nayeon... you... ah... and... uh... being horny again." You felt Nayeon's madness on riding you again, and frantically began to demand the pleasure of sex by suiting her rhythm.

"Uh... Daddy... push hard... ah... deeper"

You hold Nayeon's waist tightly, and struck her down on your penis forcefully. Nayeon's ass cheek kept colliding with your crotch, and there was a "popping" sound of skin and flesh hitting the hips trembling.

"Daddy... push hard... ah ah... harder... um oh... oh oh... oh"

"You... little... whore"

"Daddy... no... ah... why do you say I am a whore... uh oh... Aren’t I your little baby?"

You get up and push Nayeon down, the penis slipped out of Nayeon's walls, you press her shoulders with both hands, and made her kneel on the bed with her legs apart.

"Nayeon, look at your members...uh" You bend down to cling to Nayeon's hot body, holding your penis and thrusting into Nayeon's pussy, with one arm around her slim waist and the other stretch her big breasts which were ravaged by the cloth strips on her chest.

"Ah...daddy...you came in again...uh huh huh"

"Nayeon, watch they finish the interview and walk off the stage." You lick Nayeon's ear, nibbling it from time to time.

"Oh umm..." Nayeon watched the members walk off the stage on the TV, while she was on the bed bearing the whipping from her master. While her upper body is being used by your hands, her lower body was constantly being impacted by your giant objects.

For a moment, feelings of shame, infidelity, sexual pleasure, etc. spread from the brain to her whole body. Nayeon’s petite body is trembling with excitement, the body temperature also rise rapidly, the contraction of the vagina of her lower body and the secretion of her juices became more rapid.

During this time, Nayeon and you changed a few positions, exploring each other's body crazily. Nayeon's high-pitched groans, which had been unscrupulous before, also turned into a hoarse growl after a long period of screaming.

Finally it was time for their performance again, Nayeon and You also took a break for a while, Nayeon was naked at the side, wearing a new pair of black stockings, ready for the second round. The original "cloth strip artifact" has become wet and lying on the corner of the room, indicating that it was ruined in the furious sex.

You watch the live performance of Misamo together with Nayeon, who just finished wearing black stockings. One of your hand keep lingering on Nayeon's chest, and the other hand pointed to the TV and said, "Nayeon, Mina’s outfit is really sexy today! I'll make a phone call and ask the three of them to come over in this dress."

You take out the mobile phone next to the bed, and calling them. Nayeon was touching her boobs with one hand while she rubs her clit and thrust two fingers into her pussy with the others.

"Nayeon...you...cannot stop for a minute today?" You finished the phone call and turn to see Nayeon masturbating.

"Daddy... Nayeon... still want it ... now..." Nayeon wrinkled her nose and dragged her long ending, while coquettishly stretching out her hand to grab my penis.

You pull Nayeon over and spank her elastic ass cheek, "Kneel!"

Nayeon immediately kneel down on the bed, understand her wish can be fulfilled, and you turn around behind her, and as soon as you hold her waist with both hands, thrust your penis into her thirsty pussy again.

"Ah...too...uh...it's...too deep...aah...Nayeon is going to...die...Daddy!”

Nayeon's weeping voice sounded in your ears, and you ask heavily, "Then... do you like it, my baby Nayeon?"

"Yes... like... Nayeon likes... I am dead... ah ah ah... fuck Nayeon... uh uh... fuck your... slave!"

Nayeon's roars arouse your lust even further. You thrust in Nayeon's pussy harder and harder, and Nayeon responds to me with obscene howls and moving her hips backward for more pleasure.

The TV show has been over for a while when you are still enjoying Nayeon’s body. You keep venting your desire on Nayeon's sexy body, and Nayeon is keep getting all kinds of sexual satisfaction from you.

The door of the hotel room finally opened, and the Misamo walk into the room wearing a uniform set of light-colored trench coats.

In front of the three of them, you are on top of Nayeon, propping up your lower body on the bed with both hands, frantically moving your penis in and out of Nayeon's slippery pussy. On the other hand, Nayeon's separated legs were bent and clamped tightly around your waist, shaking her head violently and keep moaning.

The obscene scene make the faces of the three of them turn red quickly, and they were swallowing saliva in their mouths.

"Come on, take off your windbreaker. Why are you still wearing it in the house?"

"Yes..." The three of them take off their trench coats in response, revealing the stage costumes they wore on TV just now.

"Momo, Sana, come here, I'll leave Nayeon to you!" You pulled out your penis from Nayeon's body, totally coated by Nayeon’s nectar.

"Ah... Daddy... no..." When Nayeon felt the emptiness in her body, she hurriedly speak out to stop it.

"Be a good girl... let Momo and Sana play with you for a while."

Momo and Sana climbed onto the bed in red stage costumes, Sana kiss Nayeon's red lips, Momo kiss Nayeon's breasts, and the two skillfully attack Nayeon’s body.

You watched Nayeon quickly panting under the cooperation of Momo and Sana, so you stopped paying attention. Looking back, I saw Mina standing beside the bed in that well-tailored red stage costume. You pull Mina over and let her sit on your lap. One hand lingering on the exposed part of her costume's waist, and the other lift her chin, kissing her red lips.

After a burst of tongue kisses, Mina's face is blushed. You look at each other with your lips parted, and you look at Mina's red face like a red Fuji apple, attracting you to take a bite.

You pull down the zipper on the side of her costume by passing through Mina's armpit, and poke your hand into it. You reach out to Mina's skirt with the other hand, pulling down the zipper on the side of the shorts, and reach into the pants to explore her path.

"Uh...huh...um..." Mina opened her mouth, panting and moaning slightly.

Mina, who exudes a seductive aura at this moment, is more and more able to seduce a man's deepest desire buried in her heart.

"Come on, Mina, lie on the side of the bed, yes... that's it, open your legs." You get up and direct Mina's movements.

Mina props her arms on the side of the bed, leans forward and stand with her legs apart. You unbutton and threw the folded skirt on the ground, then taking off the safety pants together and put them together with the hem of the skirt just now.

A small piece of the black forest was stained with spots of water, and her clits slowly opens and shrinks in a rhythmic manner.

You stretch out your hand to part her lips and looked at the depths of the deep path. You stick your tongue into her vagina and lick it, and pressed your lips tightly against the clit to suck the honey in the vagina from time to time.

"Ah...Oppa...It’s dirty...um...don't lick it." Mina shakes her ass, trying to avoid your tongue. But You hold onto her ass cheeks tightly to prevent Mina from breaking free.

"Ahh… Umm… Oppa… no…. too deep… ummm…’ Mina gradually changes from actively avoiding your licking to passively swaying her slender waist, let her ass grinding against your face.

"No... ah ah... I want to... cum... um... ahh!" Mina reached an orgasm, and her pussy quickly splashing juices and sprayed all over your face.

After you play Mina's pussy and get all of her juice in your mouth, you let go of your hands that are holding on Mina's ass, let her lay down on the bed and rest after the orgasm, she don’t even have any energy to resist your hands on her body.

Mina panting on the bed with her head sideways, she breathes heavily and looking at Momo and Sana who had already taken off their performance costumes, take out a pair of Strap-on dildo from the bedside table and put them on, Momo at the bottom and Sana on the top, sandwiching Nayeon in the middle like a hamburger, going back and forth in and out of Nayeon's pussy and asshole.

"Ahhh...I want more...Momo...Sana...harder...uh...ohhh" Nayeon yelled hysterically with her already hoarse throat under the attack of Momo and Sana .

Mina look at Nayeon's lecherous appearance in front of her, and didn't look surprised at all. Instead, she reach out and grabs Nayeon's breast.

You watch the nectar slowly flow out from Mina's pussy after orgasm, your lust is burning roughly, and your cock stand stiffly in the air.

While Mina’s attention was distracted to the battle of the other three, You hold Mina by the waist and pull her to the side of the bed, separated her ass cheek with your hands, hold your penis and pump her waist up until you reach the deepest spot.

"Ah" Mina screams suddenly. She feel her figure being pulled back, and it does not stop until her ass was exposed outside the bed. After that, her ass cheeks were forcibly separated by your hand, and she immediately feel your hard cock is inserted into her pussy.

"Papapa" and "Papapapa" are becoming more and more intensive, accompany by Mina’s low-alto singing voice, "Ah... ah... Oppa... um oh... ah eh Um... woo... oh"

Just as usual as you take Mina, she bit her lower lip tightly to prevent herself from shouting, and only let go until she couldn't bear it any longer, making the groaning sound that ordinary people couldn't hear and the unrestrained image.

You stand behind Mina, thrusting into her quickly, Mina's legs trembled constantly under the violent impact, and you gradually become unstable.

"Come on, go to bed and lie on your stomach." Seeing that Mina could not stand still, you pat her ass to signal her to go to bed.

While bearing your whipping behind her, Mina slowly raised her legs to get on the bed, gradually climbed onto the bed and lay on her face, burying her flushed face with excitement in the pillow.

I also go to bed with Mina, lying on her back, kissing around her neck and shoulder, and still galloping on Mina's delicate body.

"Ahhh... Oppa... I... ah... I can't... heavy... you... too heavy... ahhhh." Begging and groaning.

"Then turn over."

"Oh... Oppa... Get up... I'll turn over" Mina rolls over behind me, and you press on her again, Mina's slender legs tightly hook around your waist, wet dew was exposed between the separated legs Vulva, soon a regular customer stay in it again, and keep going out or going home; the red costume on her chest was pulled down because of the zipper, and the breasts were half-naked.

You play with Mina's beautiful snow-white breasts with one hand, and suck her hard nipples. The lower bodies of the two of them also kept in close contact.

"Mina, come and kiss Nayeon." You look at the three people next to each other and tell Mina and Nayeon to kiss each other.

Hearing this, Mina stretched out her head and kissed Nayeon's plump lips, from the very beginning touch to the intense French kiss, while the former endured my fierce whipping, and the latter endured the double-headed penetration of the members in the same group.

After a period of intense physical strength and time consumption, "Oppa!" "ahh!" Mina and Nayeon let out a high-pitched groan at the same time under the stimulation of the double pleasure, and collapse on the bed panting heavily to recover from the intense orgasm.

When your cock was being pushed and inserted quickly in Mina's body, it was poured by the rapid contraction and extrusion of Mina's walls, and a large amount of her nectar splashes.

In the end, you jerked in Mina's pussy and completed the second ejaculation today. “Oh Mina… Take my seed!”

You pull out the loose penis after cumming, watching the seed overflowing from Mina's clits from time to time, your penis became hard again.

Momo, Nayeon, and Sana were exhausted after orgasm, and they were stacked on top of each other like an arhat.

"Come on, Momo, Sana, let's change."

After the exchange complete, you see Momo and Sana pinching Mina just like they did to Nayeon just now, and while ravaging, they said, "Mina Chan, we will love you very much."

You turn your head away from the MISAMO trio's bed-sharing show, and inserted your penis into Nayeon's asshole.

"Ah...it hurts...daddy...you...ahh...wrong hole!"

"That's right... Nayeon... That's right... That's right this time... I haven't used your back... for a long time. "

#minasaiyatis #twice smut #nayeon smut #momo smut #sana smut #mina smut #twice nayeon #twice momo #twice sana #twice mina #twice imagines #female idol smut #girl group smut #kpop smut

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jinlias · 10 months

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a/n : i do not condone cheating, this is just a hot dynamic lol, plus ive always seen imagines with the idol cheating on r, why not make them cheat with her instead?

nayeon has been here enough times to know her way to your room, all while making sure her lips stay on yours and she leads the two of you towards your bed. as soon as your back touches the mattress, she attempts to get rid of your clothing, desperate to feel any part of you, even better if she could taste you.

she can’t rip it if she wanted to, but she makes sure to yank it as quickly and hard as she could, promising to re-buy you whatever she could’ve ruined. she kisses her way down your body, like she’s been starved.

the closer she gets, the shallowest you breathe, and your hands reach for her, caressing her skin with the tips of your fingers as she reaches her destination. your breath is caught in your throat when she presses a kiss against your clit, and then a couple more before she licks at your slit. she’s been craving you for days, she was so desperate she even fucked her husband for the first time in years, but he could never give her what you did.

this, the passion, the yearning, the burning. she burns when she doesn’t have you like this, you found it ridiculous at the beginning how she would show up unannounced at late hours just because she needed you. but now you wait for her, and are disappointed when she doesn’t show.

“tell me you want me” she blows on your clit, because as much as she wants to lick and bite it, she wants to hear you beg much more.

she’s on her knees, her arms on the bed at each side of you, and the way you can only see her eyes from your position makes heat creep up your skin, making it rise. “i want you so bad nayeon.” your nails dig in her shoulder and she glares, feeling particularly giving tonight as she wraps her lips around your clit, sucking and tugging on it with her lips.

nayeon hears the erotic sounds that began to leave your lips and it doesn’t take long for her nipples to harden, her whole body begins to tense, and sometimes, when you have her like this, clawing at your skin because making you feel good makes her feel good.. only sometimes do you wonder if her husband makes her react the same way.

but your mind is soon clouded with much more fun thoughts as she nibs at your skin, wanting attention. “what’s wrong?”

“nothing-“

“you’re stressed, tense. what are you thinking about?-“ but before she can continue the inquiry, your hand pushes the back of her head so her mouth would once again meet your cunt. she seems to catch up as she’s just now consistent with her actions, working you up exquisitely.

if nayeon knew how to do something, it was you, she knew how to have you crying and begging for more, better than anyone else. not even the people who’d been in serious, eternal relationships with you could make you feel like her.

the rhythm she establishes with her tongue is one she excels at, up and down your slit except when she’s sucking on your bundle of nerves. and her hands are always on you, one sprawled on your stomach while the other she used to hold your thigh in place. she makes sounds of enjoyment every time you try to pull away, because she loves the taste, and because she loves pushing you to your limits.

she always forces you through a second orgasm right after the first, she knows you enjoy it rather much, and she adores the sight. like now, when she uses her arms to firmly hold your pelvis against her, even as you shake and try to pull away, your eyes squinting shut as it gets too much.

and when she does get that second orgasm from you, she crawls up your body and tangles her fingers in the back of your head to bring you to a scalding, wet kiss. one where you taste yourself on your tongue and she lets strings of saliva fall to your chest, carelessly spreading it around your skin and going so far as to interrupt the kiss with her fingers in your mouth to do the same with your face. this was barely you getting started, and by the looks of it, she had a lot to take out on you.

#GETTING THAT GROOVE BACK BABYY #nayeon x reader #nayeon smut #nayeon x you #nayeon imagines #nayeon imagine #twice smut #twice hc #twice imagines #twice imagine #twice x reader #twice x you #twice x y/n #jinlias 1st year!#jinlias 1 year party!#nyj #chtr!nay

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cheegu3 · 10 months

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Hi, can I request yandere twice reaction to s/o wanting to break up with them

hi, sorry for the long wait, hope u like it c:

tw / trigger warning; yandere themes, emotional manipulation, insults, jealousy, objectification, mentions of self-harm, swearing, restraints, mentions of sex, naive reader - don't read if it makes u uncomfortable

this was based on my twice profile, which is why Momo is absolutely insane lol

Twice - reaction to s/o wanting to break up with them

Jihyo

This would not sit well with her at all. There's no way she'd let you get out of her grasp that easily.

Not only that - but the fact that you even thought about it and asked her for it too? Unacceptable.

However, since she had a bit of a sadistic side, she'd entertain you for a bit. Making it seem like you were free to go while she had people spying on you the whole time. It would make you enough paranoid to lose a huge amount of sleep, making you a bit deranged and not as clear in the head as usual.

Then your ex-girlfriend would magically appear out of nowhere at a café you frequently visited. She had many body guards around her.

'' What are you doing here? Did you follow me here you psycho? '' you spat out the accusation and took a few cautious steps backwards.

Jihyo smiled sweetly at you, but a hint of irritation flashed across her face since you were close to causing a scene and alerting the other customers around.

However, she seemed to have no problem with quickly brushing off the irritation and playing in character again.

'' Follow you? Why would I do that? '' her face contorted into a look of offence now. '' My group was filming nearby so I decided to get a drink during the break. ''

Then she stepped closer, concern in her eyes.

'' Are you okay, y/n? You look really scared? Is something bothering you? ''

And just like that - the bunny had walked into the fox's trap. After you'd vented, your ex with her heaps amount of money seemed to be the most obvious solution to your stalker problems.

She could surely find out who it is right?

Nayeon

Although she felt nothing but utter rage inside, strategic tears sprung up in her eyes as soon as the words ' I want to break up ' left your mouth.

She'd fall to her knees, pretending as if her heart was breaking so much it hurt to stand up. When she sobbed so loud it drowned out your voice, her hands desperately grabbed onto your own as she begged,

'' Please don't leave me. ''

'' What? '' was all you could say, staring at her in utter confusion.

'' What's wrong? Why are you acting like this? ''

Amidst her acting, Nayeon managed to scoff at your cute dumbness.

'' Because I can't live without you! ''

It felt as if her words echoed in the deadly silence that followed her heartbreaking words.

Your own heart that you thought had already been broken into nothingness, broke a little more as you felt the first hot tears drop down your face - it seemed that you still had a soft spot for your ex, so what if you stayed a little longer?

Jeongyeon

She had been strict, yes - but still fairly nice throughout your whole relationship. That's why she couldn't figure out why you'd want to leave her?

Was there someone else you liked? Was it one of those friends Jeongyeon was paranoid about and deleted their texts from your phone?

Whatever it was, she'd make you regret it. That nice, sweet girlfriend that you were used to seeing would be completely gone; replaced with a psycho ex-girlfriend that would do anything to get you back.

Now, she longer cared if you were terrified of her. Since she knew your passcode, she'd sneak it late at night, tie you up and take pictures of you.

Then she'd wake you up, mocking you for how easy it was to ' catch you ', and claim that she's the only one who could protect you from this world.

'' If I could do that so easily, who knows what other things fucked up people might do to you if I'm not around to protect you. ''

You shook your head.

'' You're fucking crazy. ''

Jeongyeon smiled, a smile only a very twisted person would pull so easily.

'' Yes, I am. ''

Momo

You were her pretty doll and she was the scriptwriter of the play that was your relationship.

Since everything was pretty much fake, and you two were actors; this would enrage Momo. Any time you went off-script or wasn't in your character, acting the way she wanted you to, you'd get punished.

At the same time she felt a bit sad, like you had ripped her heart out and stomped on it. You weren't happy? Why? Did she not take care of you every day? Bathe you, feed you, dress you, pay for you and love you?

Why was that enough, what more could she possibly give you?

'' No. ''

'' Momo, I'm not acting now. '' you tried reaching for her hands but she snatched it away, a frown forming on her face.

'' No. '' she repeated.

'' I'm sick of this. At times you don't even make me feel like a person, it's- '' you waved your arms around trying to come up with the right words, that you were sure still wouldn't get into her head.

'' Humiliating! '' you finished.

Something seemed to flash behind her eyes. Before you knew it, she was right in front of you, menacingly staring you down with that look you knew all too well, '' Go to the bedroom. I will lock you in. ''

Sana

She's extremely delusional and very much the definition of crazy in love. There's no way she'd accept what you were saying, in fact, she'd probably think you were joking until you were screaming with tears of frustration.

Only then would reality kick in and she would start crying and freaking out.

Similarly to Nayeon, she'd beg you to stay and say that she couldn't live without you - which for Sana was absolutely true.

She would threaten to hurt herself, while saying things that she knew would get to you; because it would probably successfully guilt-trip anyone that heard it.

'' Sana please, I'm sorry. ''

Your hands were shaking, just like the uneven breaths you took while you held your ex-girlfriend. The two of you were crying enough to fill an ocean.

'' I really can't live without you. '' she whispered, gazing straight at you through bleary eyes.

'' I know. '' you guiltily say.

'' So how could you do that to me? ''

Mina

She was usually cold, barely showing what she was feeling through her face.

So it wasn't a big surprise that she'd just stare at you with a blank expression, not saying a word. Even as you packed your things and left, she just looked at you leaving.

In reality, she was processing things while also trying to come up with a plan.

She'd get you back, but definitely in a very different way - revenge.

Using her natural charm, Mina would text your friends and try every trick in the book to seduce them. Then, cunningly she'd get proof of your friends expressing their attraction to her and interest in hooking up.

Send them to your phone and ask to meet up, all she had to do was wait after that.

Soon enough your crying self would show up at the same apartment you had left a couple of days ago. She would gladly let you in, feigning a sympathetic look.

'' I knew they were fake, all along. ''

You didn't answer, only sniffling as you buried your face into Mina's shoulder.

'' I'm the only one in your life that's good for you...You will realise that soon enough. ''

Dahyun

She's one of the worst types of yanderes; paranoid and jealous to an extreme.

This lead to you being tied up in her basement most of the time. Seeing the sunshine was almost as rare as you being saved like the locked away princess you sometimes imagined yourself as.

The idea of you even attempting to break up with her when you'd be stuck right after, with no power of your own to walk out of her house - was a death sentence.

Even thinking of her reaction made you shudder in fear.

But one day after you'd been fighting with her all day, her coming down in intervals to scream her lungs out about new revelations she'd come up with while being upstairs alone, and you fighting back just as fiercely.

The words slipped off your tongue in the heat of the moment. You were tired and just wanted to hurt her.

'' Let's break up then! ''

You regretted it straight away, sensing that you had fucked up by the way she stopped mid-sentence, her eyes narrowing as her lips curled up in disbelief.

'' What the fuck did you just say? ''

Chaeyoung

She would panic as soon as the door slammed in her face. Sure she was crazy but she didn't hurt you that much...did she? No matter how many times she raked her brain, Chaeyoung fell short of answers.

It felt unfair, like you were doing it on purpose to break her heart because she'd done some small thing to upset you - the small thing in question was her looking through your phone when she thought you weren't looking, causing you to completely mistrust her and break up on the spot.

Hours passed where she just stared at the wall, feeling empty. She always felt empty when you weren't around, like she wasn't her own person, she wasn't whole without you.

That's why Chaeyoung eventually left to follow you.

It wasn't hard to recognise the bubble-pink car that seemed to conveniently be in every place you visited. Whenever you went to your car it was always there, like a painful reminder that you could never escape her.

After it showed up even as you went to your mom's house, you'd had enough. You angrily delivered a few rapid knocks to the window.

'' What, honey? ''

Her nonchalant tone made you bite your lips in anger.

'' What are you doing here? ''

The door opened, forcing you to back away. Chaeyoung stepped out of the vehicle and almost immediately grabbed your wrist hard enough to leave a mark.

'' You didn't think I was gonna leave without you, did you? ''

Tzuyu

She didn't want to show that she was hurt by your words. She simply let you walk out, despite her tears being ready to fall the second you'd be out of sight.

The next couple of weeks or months, she'd keep an eye on you while she also tried catching it.

Posting all over social media anytime she went to a party, posing with pretty people and hooking up with many more. It didn't fulfill her much since she only did it to get your attention.

But eventually, her efforts didn't go to waste as you started to get jealous.

She was popular, rich, beautiful and wanted by pretty much everyone. Your friends started to tell you that you had messed up, made a mistake and that someone else was going to win her heart.

Thinking of that made you furious, erasing any ounce of logic you had left in you.

So in the end, she won very easily. You showed up outside her doorstep like a puppy and she welcomed you in, smiling behind your back when you hugged her.

'' I've missed you. '' you bashfully admit.

'' I know. '' she says, trying to play it cool while her heart was beating out her chest.

#yandere kpop #kpop yandere #kpop imagines #yandere twice #twiceyandere #twice scenarios

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bebeyeyo · 1 year

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okay hear me out , ive been seeing mina shaking her ass on my fyp and OMG imagine you're like the 10th membre of twice and you by the end of the concerts they just put music and the members dance , okay imagine mina twerking and shaking her ass on you and you two just dance on each other omgghskjs can you write something like that ??

note: i’ll try lol y’all are down bad, but i shouldn’t be talking tho she is my bias . also this is reminding me of gidle’s tour when yuqi and soyeon were literally grinding against each other.

mina x tenth!member reader

the millions of people in the crowd made you smile as you continued to wave at fans. your members singing along to what song was playing.

you’re on your fifth world tour, and you’ve been so ecstatic about it! going around seeing onces from all over the world fills you with excitement to perform for them.

and as the show went on, you and the girls ended up talking about whatever and the spinning wheel was out for the encore show.

nayeon, of course, rigs it acting like she hasn’t done anything to it and whatever song that the arrow is on, you have to do it.

soon after, the girls talk about each solo, giving praises and making fun of each other while you stood beside mina who had her arm around your shoulders.

“mina twerks really well! no joke!” nayeon points out.

mina chuckles with a shake of her head.

“it’s true! show us again!” jeongyeon smiles pointing at the younger girl who rolls her eyes playfully as you giggle.

jeongyeon gathered the fake money in her hands as mina went to center stage, and 7 rings had begun playing.

the crowd went crazy as jeongyeon threw the money in the air, and mina twerking along.

your members all clap and shout praises cheering mina on before she walks back over to you.

at first you thought it was just to have a good laugh and while you did laugh along, you instantly stopped when mina grabbed your worst gently and leading you to the center.

“no!” you laugh while you try to pull away and go off to the side again.

mina tried to encourage you, and it was not working.

until jihyo began to chant, “y/n! y/n! y/n!” repeatedly, causing fans to chant with her.

now you felt obligated.

the sound check played one section of the song once more, and you sighed wanting to get over with it.

with a shy smile you began to twerk when that part of the song came on and you expected the amount of screams coming from the crowd, including the girls.

but what you did not expect is to suddenly feel the body of someone behind you and smack your butt as you twerk.

from a glance you saw it was mina and instantly jumped away with wide eyes and jaw dropped.

nayeon was laughing hard. too hard that she had to sit down.

all the while jihyo was explaining and showing how mina got up behind you and smacked your butt so confidently. she got so close to you that you were practically grinding on her, jihyo said.

you knew it was going to be all over the media for people to see and scream over.

and out of comfort mina hugged you while laughing in your ear while you pout from the sudden embarrassment you felt.

#darlinggtwice #mina x tenth!member #mina x reader #twice imagines #twice asks #twice requests

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jeskoholic · 11 months

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A Little Piece of You Chapter 16: A Coffee Date

This is a chapter from an on-going series. If you missed out on the previous entries, you can check my masterlist.

Previous chapter: Boy Talk

Word count: 5,811

Tags: Male OC, College Friends, Jisoo and Nayeon, Coffee Shop Date

Enjoy

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---LATER THAT EVENING---

Before the thought of Dawn’s so-called master plan could even flush naturally itself out of my system, I immediately moved to bring Ningning on top of my head the moment I parted ways with both of my friends. I haven’t solidly thought of a good enough reason to approach her, especially now that things have gone differently ever since we last conversed. It certainly felt weird that I would just message her out of nowhere not soon after the whole Soyeon-situation… or maybe it was just me being really awkward towards her and absolutely thinking too much out of a normal situation. After all, Ningning and I began to be friends because of United Kwangya, and now that most of the chat has been in shambles since then, I figured there was some sort of barrier that I had to jump to get to her.

It could probably be just me.

However, the thought of that conversation when we were at Yeouido was the debating point, as well as what happened in Valentine’s Day. Somehow that provided me enough leverage to talk to her not merely as someone I shared on the chat with. Ningning and I shared something that connected us away from just United Kwangya.

I don’t even know why I’m making this much of a big deal. I just need to talk to her for the sake of Hyojong, right?

After what felt like minutes of staring at her chat tab, right at the comfort of my own room, I finally managed to input the first couple of characters that ought to take her attention.

Yoon Jae-in: Hey, Ning?

I paused for a bit, hesitating for a bit whether I should continue on or not. It was definitely awkward seeing our last exchange of messages to be inclined with Soyeon. At this time, I really do not want to be involved in any sort towards her; not until I’m comfortable enough to be around her again at least. Also, Ningning always had her chat tab offline so I really don’t know if she’s here or not.

Ningning: Yeah, I’m here. You need something?

Oh, she’s online. I guess that’s convenient.

Jae-in: Actually yeah… I want to talk to you about something.

Ningning: Is this about Soyeon?

Jae-in: No… please don’t get the wrong idea. It’s completely unrelated to that. Well, maybe not entirely but hey. This actually is just between both of us and what we’ve talked about back at Yeouido. I remember having a conversation with you about photography right? I was just wondering if you’re interested on doing it this time around.

Ningning: What the fuck, Jae-in… Are you telling me that you want to do the photography thing now because you’ve finally separated ties with Soyeon? Is that what you mean? >:)

Shit, I forgot how that conversation went… she’s already getting the wrong idea.

Jae-in: No! It’s totally not like that. This is actually for Dawn. He’s told me that he want his picture to get taken and asked if I knew someone who had at least a good experience with that. Of course, having that talk back then, I figured you’re the first person who popped up in my head. What do you think about that?

Ningning: Really now? Why not Kino? He’s clearly into these types of things a lot more than I am and I’d say he has far better experience than I do. It’s just a hobby for me, unlike him who literally had a wedding shoot entirely on his own.

Jae-in: He’s quite unreliable though and Hyojong kind of agrees with that. At least I have an assurance that you’d do it once you agree. You’re less likely to back out from that once you’re in, as well. Are you interested on doing it? Dawn’s really looking forward to it.

Ningning: It’s for a girl, isn’t it?

Jae-in: Maybe; you can ask him yourself if say, you agreed to it.

Ningning: Well, that’s a good tactic to bait me into it, I’ll give you that. LOL

Ningning: I suppose I won’t mind. It’s amazing how that convo back at Yeouido stuck with you. Normally most people would just forget.

Ningning: Just don’t expect something extravagant with the outcome. I told you that I’m more into sceneries more than anything, okay? Don’t keep your standards up because I’m really just a novice.

Jae-in: Don’t worry; I’ll ask him to find a place with a good scenery as well, in that way you can make the most out of the trip. Yes, it’s for a girl by the way. Also, I think Dawn’s willing to cash in, otherwise he would not be asking me to look for people.

Ningning: That won’t be necessary but damn… I never expected that of all the people in United Kwangya, it was Hyojong who’d be simping this early on; what in the actual fuck?

Ningning: I’ll just message Dawn how things would go. We’ll settle the schedule for good.

Jae-in: Thanks Ning, I owe you one.

Ningning: Hey, if this works out for him, don’t y’all single bitches go looking for me for you pictures, okay? LMAO

Jae-in: Don’t worry; the favour you gave me is already for Dawn. I have no interest of trying it now. I’m too busy.

Ningning: Maybe you should.

Ningning: On second thought, maybe not. I prefer it when you’re single Jae-in. LOL.

I stared at her message.

Huh?

What the fuck is that even supposed to mean?

Ningning: Well, I got to go. TTYL

---SOME TIME LATER---

It never occurred to me that the university’s following week was busy as it could have gotten, at least for the subjects that I was taking up, anyway. Major subjects were still schedule for the following semester and yet I could already feel the dump of school works coming my way. It’s a good thing that I still have that one little summer semester break to serve as a breathing room before the great responsibilities came.

To make it short, Dawn’s small favour literally flew off of my head as soon as I arranged him with Ningning. I guess I had it coming to me; I figured that muting United Kwangya could lessen things up for a bit and let the less-awkward members interact within that chat. Soyeon showed no signs of her presence, so I figured I should match her for the time-being.

Once all was said and done, the next level of Dawn’s master plan finally unveiled itself. I didn’t even notice the overhaul of his entire profile; that the arrangement I did for him actually worked and that he’s progressing already behind the scenes. It’s more impressive that he and Ningning, along with some help from Shinwon and probably even Hongseok, managed to fit all of that in one single week. All it took was one busy NLIU day and somehow the date for Jisoo and Dawn was already up in the air. It’s crazy.

It’s like I blink for five minutes and now everything’s set.

It was one Friday afternoon perfectly aligning with the university’s sports events, effectively leaving Shinwon and the rest of United Kwangya free from classes. At least Hongseok’s ‘playboy’ tendencies worked out well for Dawn here. Anyway, that day I received a private message from Dawn directing me towards the mall placed beside a known city cathedral. Port Skyview was this large commercial complex situated beside the busy streets of the city, leading straight towards its rival, Metro Station mall. The hilly and sloped topography of its lot allowed the topmost floor of Port Skyview to be situated right beside the foot of the church, while in turn justifying its name as it gave a breath taking skyline view of the entire city night life at sundown.

A couple of minutes after 2 PM and I found myself perched on the rail of Sky View’s own terrific sky terrace, with the unexpected company of Hongseok leaning on the rail beside as well. At this rate, the pharaonic view of the City’s proud hills as well as the virgin skies were testament to how beautiful the city was whether you’re in Metro Station or here.

I initially thought that this would be awkward with Hongseok considering the last meeting, but thankfully he’s a very social person. All my doubts were lost with a curt nod as soon as we met in front of the café. It’s like nothing really happened.

Dawn’s message led both me and Hongseok into a coffee shop situated right above the beautiful landscape; it’s cubic glass architecture enabling natural amounts of light to illuminate the beautiful and modernized interior. On its façade, a huge sign written mostly in neon red and violet minimalist letters: Neverland Coffee. The majorly white aesthetic inside reminded me so much of Joohyun-noona’s overly-tidy taste.

I wonder if she’d been to this café before. I really should consider inviting her here one day.

“Should we get in and get our orders ahead of them?” I asked Hongseok after sensing the void of words between our conversations.

“That’s a good idea. We’re not even the heart of the party anyway.”

Thankfully, the said coffee date was once again held on an unconventional time. Ordering would not be such of a huge chore considering we have the shop pretty much to ourselves, which was very much what Hongseok and I would have wanted. As much as the really simple design of the café was already captivating from the outside, the simplistic approach of its modernized interior was a perfect touch. Given the breath-taking view it had on its second floor (which awkwardly reminded me of the mezzanine back at NLIU Library), Hongseok and I agreed to select the best seats in the house; eventually settling on the far end of the second floor.

This was just the beginning of an interesting day. I do hope this would turn out in favour of Dawn more than anything else.

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Hongseok was the one who volunteered to fetch their orders once it was already available. To Jae-in’s surprise, he returned back up the small, terrace-like second floor of the place accompanied with five new figures three of which Jae-in immediately recognized. Ko Shinwon’s tall stature walked beside a smaller girl, dressed in an all-white med-school uniform giving off a wide smile; marking the first time since Skylight’s first drinking session that he would see the girl named Yeri. Then, right behind the couple was Kim Hyojong wearing a knitted vest over his shirt coupled with a small hat to compliment his blond hair. He immediately supplied the seated figure of Jae-in with a smile the moment that their eyes met.

Then, right behind him were two girls that Jae-in recognized to be Im Nayeon and Kim Jisoo from the photos not that long ago. Jisoo wore a simple black dress with a matching bag, yet it did more than enough to emphasize her beautiful presence. Her friend, Nayeon, stood near her wearing a beige coat over a white blouse as well as high-waist pants. She supplied each of them with a wide, bunny-like smile the moment she set her eyes on Yoon Jae-in.

“Look who I found ordering below,” Hongseok said as he moved to take the seat beside Jae-in. He then placed the tray having both of their orders while gesturing towards the other table. “We ordered ahead, so sorry about that. Jae-in and I reserved you the best seats in the house, so anyone can seat with us if you’re interested.”

“Well, before all of that, let me just introduce you to them,” Dawn said giving a short nod. “Guys, let me introduce you to Nayeon and Jisoo. Girls, these are my friends, Jae-in and Hongseok. You’ve already met Shinwon and Yeri a while back, so there we go.”

The four new comers exchanged nods and smiles, with Hongseok offering to give them a hand to shake. Fortunately, the newcomers Nayeon and Jisoo were fond of the gesture and returned the action. Pressured to do the same, Jae-in awkwardly stretched his hand and shook after his friend, with his eventual contact with Nayeon taking longer than usual, much to the interest of Jisoo’s friend.

“I think it would be better if you and Jisoo would sit there,” suggested Yeri as she pointed towards the other table bearing a reasonable distance from their own. “That way, we won’t hear you if you’d talk. You’ll get some privacy that way. You can sit with us, Nayeon-ssi, if you like.”

“Oh I’d love to,” Nayeon replied, pointing a finger towards the chair. Her question was met with a mutual gesture from both Hongseok and Jae-in almost at the same time. “You guys don’t mind me sitting with you, right?”

Given that mutual agreement between them, Jisoo and Dawn politely excused themselves from the rest of the members as they went on off ahead on a separate table. Nayeon, on the other hand, took the chair opposite Yoon Jae-in without hesitation, with Yeri following suit beside her and Shinwon sitting next to them.

“So, Nayeon-ssi,” Hongseok said, clearly taking charge of the conversation immediately to loosen off the awkward barrier. Jae-in always knew him to be the type who’d do that. “Welcome to our friend group. It’s nice to have someone new to talk to. Please don’t be awkward with us, but I don’t think you have that aura with you, right?”

Nayeon nodded with a wide smile. “I’m happy to be here. If you guys want to ask me some questions, feel free to do so. I do have an aura that you all have something to ask to me in some form, am I right?”

“Well, you’re not just pretty, you’re really smart too,” Hongseok said after taking a sip from his drink. He leaned in closer to the group and dialled down his voice. “I’ll cut it with the chase then, Nayeon. I’m quite interested how this entire thing happened with our boy Dawn over there. I heard that things were quite unusual, no? Is it true that he first talked to you?”

Hongseok does as he does best; skipping the formalities and hitting everything straight to the core. I’m glad that he’s invited here.

“I’m curious as well,” added Yeri. “I’ve only heard things from all of you through Shinwonnie here, and I’m more than surprised to even know that you and Dawn actually knew each other, Nayeon-ah.”

“Yeah, I found things really interesting as well. I certainly was not expecting a familiar face to see in a date like this; especially a former Middle school classmate such as Yeri here. But then again, the world is such a small place and things like this are bound to happen. It’s exciting that way, don’t you think?”

“So, I heard that you’re the one that made everything possible,” said Hongseok to Nayeon. “From what I’ve been hearing from Dawn there, you were the one who introduced them to each other, is that right Nayeon? I’m surprised that you and Dawn did not end up being the ones in the same table on this date; how come that was not the case?”

Nayeon smirked.

“Well, as much as Hyojong there is a pretty nice person to talk to, I guess we both mutually did not feel that sort of spark towards each other. Beside I’m just interested on…”

She shifted her gaze towards Jae-in, who was busy mixing the pearls of his bubble tea lodged on the bottom of the cup using the straw provided.

“…I’m interested on different kind of guys, so I guess we just didn’t click on that aspect. He’s not just for me, per se.”

“I see, so that’s the case. Well, it’s good that somehow this worked out towards Hyojong in the end. At least now that he has someone to talk to, he would no longer have to wait and…”

Whatever happened after Hongseok took charge of the conversation was quite thrown out of the window. Jae-in spaced out the moment that Nayeon joined their table, viewing it to be really awkward considering the last time he shared a table with a girl did not really end well. Unintentionally, he had that isolated feeling as Shinwon, Yeri, Hongseok and even the newcomer Nayeon shared their conversations as if he was the one who was new. There was no real particular reason for it; it’s just that he felt really left out all of a sudden.

It was certainly not because he was sad or anything; he’s sure that he’s not by any means. Jae-in had that sense of losing enthusiasm being around the friends he felt so far off at that time. Even during his spacing out, his eyes danced towards the figures of Jisoo and Dawn talking at the other table. He could not help but admire how picture-perfect they were framed along the glass-panels of the said café, with their figures etched in an amazing painting amidst the soft skies beyond. Their conversation was inaudible from where he was seated and yet he could see the genuine smiles that emanated from them both. The fact that all of this was a result of a collective effort of a good amount of people from United Kwangya… the results were just beautiful.

Of course, given that state he could not help but wonder how he and Soyeon would have turned out had things worked for both of them.

Would they be having the same kind of date as Hyojong and Jisoo are having now?

There was also another, completely unrelated question with that…

If Ningning made all of these possible, she’s supposed to be the first person to show up. Where is on earth she?

“Hey, Yoon Jae-in…!”

The sound of Shinwon’s voice immediately brought him back to the coffee shop with the rest of them. Jae-in didn’t even realize how long he was staying in silence, merely staring at the blank space of the cup’s dews formed on the outside surface. He didn’t even realize that the rest of the orders were already served and that everyone had their orders with them.

“Y-yeah…?” he remarked with a stutter, returning the obnoxious gaze that the rest of the table gave him. “Sorry, what was that?”

“You’re spacing out. You seem to be lost in so much thought,” Hongseok replied, tapping his back here. “We’re just about to tell you how rude you are for leaving Miss Nayeon there and not engaging on a conversation.”

“Yeah,” The girl, Nayeon, said with a smirk. “Your friends are talking about selling you to me in exchange for more drinks. You’re cute when you’re spacing out, though, I’ll give you that.”

What?

“Excuse him please. He just actually came from a break-up that’s why he’s like that,” blurted Shinwon, with Yeri beside him slapping his arm in retort. “Woops, it slipped out. Sorry man.”

“Oh, I’m sorry… I was just joking, by the way,” Nayeon said. “I didn’t know… but at least we know that you’re single.”

“You know what, now that we’re all here… well most of us, but anyway… can you just shine the light up on us on how you and Soyeon broke up anyway?” Hongseok said once again, taking command of the conversation like he did before.

“Why… why are you bringing this up right now?” asked Jae-in.

“Hey, if you all are going to talk about his past, I don’t think I should be here. I can just wedge in between Dawn and Jisoo’s conversation and make the guy a third wheel,” said Nayeon.

Jae-in shook his head and raised his hand to stop Nayeon on her tracks.

“No, no, it’s fine… you don’t need to leave. It’s… I really don’t mind.”

I doubt that she knows me or Soyeon that much to the point that it would matter that she knows anyway.

Plus, I really don’t mind. She seemed cool, so…

“Well, not only good looking but also really polite,” Nayeon remarked once again. “Alright, I’ll just pretend that I’m one of you. That doesn’t seem too hard to do.”

“Great then, so, what happened, Jae-in? Could you please enlighten us on what happened between you and Soyeon?”

“I’m curious as well,” Yeri said in agreement. “You two were so sweet from what I’ve heard, so this really came as a huge shock, especially since Soyeon’s been telling and updating me on what’s progressing between both of you. I certainly did not see this coming.”

She did that?

“I-Umm, well it’s complicated, but to cut the story short we never really worked out so we just decided… well, I decided that it’d be better if we went our separate ways… She didn’t entirely take that positively so, she’s mad at me I guess.”

“It turns out that Jae didn’t like Soyeon since the beginning,” Shinwon informed, causing Jae-in to eye him in shock as he clearly not expected him to blurt it out blatantly like that. It did not make it less of being true, however.

“Yeah well, that too. I’m kind of just struck with the alcohol when she confessed so I guess my reactions weren’t exactly… me, so to speak. Hongseok knows about this and I’ve talked about Shinwon pretty much has a good idea what I had in mind, because we already talked about it back then…”

“I got that right… I certainly won’t forget that,” Hongseok said with a teasing tone. “Well, that’s in the past. I already learned my lessons from that even in Sizzlers so we’re good. Let me ask: is it really over for the two of you? Is there zero chance of you ever talking to her again?”

“On terms of a romantic thing… I would say yes... maybe. However, I would definitely not close doors on her if the opportunity would give us a chance to be friends again. I kept on thinking that we started off on the wrong foot anyway, so we are bound to start talking again at some point, I hope.”

“I guess it makes sense now why you were so hesitant towards her, man… You know if you just told us that you didn’t like her in the first place, Ningning and I could’ve just told Soyeon and all the fuss didn’t happen. Maybe not tell her of everything but at least give her some hints that the impact would not be this troublesome. You are, I think, the first ever guy that rejected Soyeon’s advances, an act of which owes a huge respect on my regard. It’s hard to do that.”

“It might be my pride that’s not letting me do that before, but trust me: that’s what I’ve been planning to do all these times even before we had that talk. I just couldn’t bring myself to do it until I just did it out of pure desire to tell her the truth. I didn’t turn out the way I wanted it to be, but things could’ve been worse. You know, it is what it is. I’ll just have to deal with the outcome.”

Hongseok smiled. “Do you miss her though?”

Their table went awfully silent with the rest of them anticipating for Jae-in’s answer.

“I’d lie if I say I didn’t miss her. I think that’s a pretty normal thing to say.”

Yeri nodded, and due to the ensuing silence, Jae-in continued.

“Soyeon’s really very caring and is really relentless on showing her feelings, but sometimes it’s just too much. Maybe that’s what caused me to feel a bit strangled and obliged to do the things she does; pressured to return the same level and grade of affection towards her to be even. Not to mention, we have a lot of uncommon interests. Shinwon already had a hint that we’d not work out for that long.”

“If given a chance though,” Yeri asked. “Would you still date now? It doesn’t have to be Soyeon, let’s say a new person comes up at a much unexpected time, are you even up for it? I’m sure those things are not really that impossible right?”

Shinwon nodded. “That’s a good question. Things like that really do happen especially when you’re not looking for it.”

Nayeon, on the other hand, shifted on her seat as she waited eagerly for Jae-in’s reply. The young man was about to reply when he shook his head, effectively breaking free of the invisible spell the group unintentionally cast on him.

“Wait a minute, why are you all ganging up on me now, hmmm? I answered things because I thought that it would be just a one-time thing, how come we’re bringing my life onto the table all of a sudden? I thought we’re supposed to be here for Dawn?”

“I mean, given that, but you really can’t deny that it’s an interesting question,” said Hongseok from his side. “You have a tendency to go missing from the chat, especially after you and Soyeon broke up.”

“I don’t do that, man.”

“Actually you do, Jae-in.”

“I want to know as well…” Nayeon seconded, her face showing a hint of shyness this time around.

I really don’t get why Nayeon is so into this. We literally just met. I do hope she’s just kidding because it feels… suspicious.

Gearing up for an answer is so stupid for this. I never thought that I’d be brought upon the hot seat.

“I… I never really closed my heart for things. It would feel like a crime against nature to go against it. If a destined person comes, I’m sure that I’m going to feel it so… I’m not closing doors. If she comes, she comes.”

“Say Jae-in,” Hongseok asked after taking a sip from his tea. “If there’s someone out there who’s like Soyeon, but not Soyeon, would you go for it?”

“What the fuck is that question? I don’t really have standards on people anyway and you know of that. I have preferences, but I’m not pigeonholed into just those things. We’ll work out if we do, right?”

Silence erupted between them after a unison of ‘oohs’, with only the soft exchange of voices heard from Dawn’s table, followed by the soft laughs coming from Jisoo. Surprisingly, the very first person to break the silence barrier was Nayeon. She began her query by clearing her throat.

“Since I’m into this anyway, can I ask you a question as well?”

“Uhh… sure, go ahead.”

“Are you currently looking for someone or even eyeing a person right now?”

“Ehh… not really…”

“Is that true…?” Shinwon interfered. “Even though you never really developed legitimate feelings for Soyeon, you never thought of liking anyone else? Come on, North Line has a lot of pretty girls, I’m sure at least you’ve met someone that caught your eye.”

“That’s not the case. I’m… I guess I was just too busy enjoying life with you guys.”

“Why don’t you try looking for people if that’s the case?” Yeri asked.

“As much as having someone is really nice, I’m… I’m not into it. Not now, at least. I just want to focus on myself, clear things first. I’ll have to stand by what I told Soyeon; otherwise I just broke us up on the premise of a lie.”

“You’ll never really know that, Jae-in… I’m pretty sure at the time you’re going to meet your ‘one’; you’ll eat up every single word and promise you wrote in the air. Feelings do affect that much and it’s crazy when you think about it.”

“Well, if that does happen, then at least there’s one less sad person in the world. Cheers to that.”

It may have been a weird action to offer a toast with bubble teas, yet it was the one thing that Jae-in could think off to bring himself out of the situation. The conversation had reached a point that it was starting to be uncomfortable to everything that he was hearing. That seemed to be the safest, most polite way of getting out of the conversation and he merely grabbed it the first chance he saw. It worked out perfectly in the end.

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I do not exactly know what helped ease the transition there, but I trust that maybe Hongseok caught up with the spell and immediately understood what was going on. If I did not know better, maybe he got flashbacks from what happened to Sizzlers that he got careful in his words; which I do appreciate. It was not the intention, but I’m glad that it worked out in the end.

We stayed on the café for about an hour or so, shifting the topic from my personal love life to other things that Shinwon could bring into the table. Things slowly started to fade away into the distance as Hongseok began to be the centre of the conversation. Time has passed and we didn’t even notice Dawn and Jisoo’s request to join tables into one huge, conversation for the new comers. Thankfully, the atmosphere started to be a bit friendly to me that I was able to join into the conversation further, but not with the occasional teasing coming from Nayeon. Even Jisoo seem to support on whatever her friend was doing.

But like all dates, at some point it had to end.

Among all of the members that joined the little get-together, it was me who ended up joining Dawn as we walked with Jisoo and Nayeon. Shinwon and Yeri seemed to have another date of their own, while Hongseok insisted of heading off home earlier because of prior commitments. The skies have begun to darken, with the soft patches of purple appearing on the once-blue sky, signalling the entrance of twilight onto the impending evening.

Dawn, Nayeon, Jisoo and I were all walking side-by-side, crossing the pedestrian lane towards the busy street where we would eventually part ways. Jisoo and Nayeon already agreed to head on off to Metro Station, on what I would imagine to talk about Dawn and what follows next. Hyojong, on the other hand, asked me to come walking down with him perhaps thinking of the same exact thing for Jisoo.

“So… I guess this is where we finally split paths,” I heard Jisoo say as she and Nayeon turned in place to face us. “We had fun. It was nice to meet all of you, and your friends are really fun to be with as well.”

“You forgot that they’re good looking as well,” added Nayeon, followed by an awkward eye-contact towards me.

I really don’t know what else to do so I just smiled.

“I’m happy that you had that impression. I had fun, so… it’s good-bye for now?” Dawn asked with a wide smile. Jisoo replied by nodding and eventually giving the two guys short bows. Nayeon immediately followed her gesture.

“Well, please take care heading home. I’ll see you around, and maybe out on another one like this… I hope that this won’t be the last, Hyojong-ah.”

“I’ll see you around school, Jisoo, Nayeon… thank you.”

“I have a reason to thank you too, so we’re even,” she replied.

I smiled and bowed, copying what Dawn had done to maintain consistency as well as courtesy. We gave our farewell waves to them both and proceeded to head down the long road. However, before we could even reach a good amount of distance, I heard Nayeon say my name.

“Good bye, Jae-in…!”

I turned my head towards her, about in perfect time to see her run a finger behind her ear and then proceeding to give me a teasing smile. I could only do so much but nod and smile as I resumed walking beside Dawn on a rather awkward and unexpected situation, probably made worse with a teasing chuckle from my friend.

“Would you look at that; Nayeon seemed to be interested in you, you know.”

“I think otherwise, man. I feel like she’s just teasing me, so I never made it a big deal even though she’s like that throughout the date.”

Dawn chuckled, which I really did expect to come from him.

“She’s always like that. I don’t even know if she’s sure half the time.”

“Yeah, but enough about me; congratulations, man; you really pulled this off and managed to bring her out on a date. Next time, it would just be the two of you and that’s going to be the start.”

“Man yeah I’m really looking forward for what’s ahead of me. I won’t waste everyone’s effort and I’ll truly pursue her.”

“I’ll just be supporting you. I’m sorry that I got really busy last week; I didn’t even know that you already finished the overhaul and managed to get a good impression. Shinwon told me about everything. It seemed that you never stopped working even after we had that convo. I’m proud of your achievements Dawnie boy.”

“Things got a bit fast, but at least it all went well. All I have to do now was to not fuck this up.”

“Yeah sure… like that’s going to happen…”

“Of course, I do hope that things like this would not only happen to me. I want all of you to be happy as well, especially you, Jae-in. I know that you just broke up with Soyeon, but I’m positive that you’re going to get your girl soon. On that note, why don’t you try my method out?”

I grinned.

“Ah, I know that it might be really effective but I’m not interested in looking for people just yet; not until Soyeon’s still fresh inside my memory. It would be a while ‘til I get comfortable going out with someone.”

“I guess I can respect that, man… I guess you really did not like her, huh?”

“Well, among a lot of things, yeah… it is what it is. Can’t force myself unto someone I’m not entirely into, right?”

Dawn and I paused for a moment as we continued walking down the path. The skies have now completely darkened as stars finally shone in the distance. In turn, the first batches of street lights as well as establishment illuminations were a discrete sign that evening was fast approaching.

“Have you… Have you told Soyeon of the real reason why you broke up with her, though?” I heard Dawn ask after we passed by a well-occupied cake shop.

“I did. I told her of everything. I even got slapped for it, remember?”

“Did you tell her, like EVERYTHING?”

“Hmmm…? What are you going at?”

“Did you tell Soyeon that you broke up with her because you already have a girlfriend?”

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Next Chapter: The Ideal Girlfriend

#kpop series #kpop story #nayeon #blackpink jisoo #twice #blackpink #pentagon

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tinyidle · 1 year

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hi, can you write "MTL of (G)I-DLE of You Using their Breasts for Comfort" but with twice? thanks!

MTL of TWICE of You Using Their Breasts for Comfort

can i just say that idk what to write, and when i want to write i get hella lazy lmao cwowviej. it's been MONTHS for this ask, so do forgive me anon (if you're still here). taking asks one day (or month ubvw) at a time.

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WARNING: suggestive, some fluff, title implies everything, slight trigger: bre*st pl*y, nons*xu*l f*ndl*ng, breast sucking, mommy!twice, baby!reader, idolxfem reader, slight swearing, all fiction

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Jihyo

Sana

Momo

Jeongyeon

Chaeyeong

Mina

Nayeon

Dahyun

Tzuyu

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now we all know that jihyo has those milk jugs. and she just love love loves when you ask to use her chest, especially during cramping days. even if you've been a bad girl, she'll always give you her boobs for your comfort.

sana doesnt have much, but that doesn't mean she wont give you what she has! you'll always be her baby, and with that comes you having a designated spot on her chest.

a member who also has some boobs to spare lol. momo will give you all the sucking you need as long as she's into it. if she doesnt feel like it, then it's not going to happen for the time being.

you have to be a good little girl for jeongyeon to give you anything, especially her chest. i think she'd much rather give you her stomach to lie on or her ass to sleep on lol.

i think chaeyoung has no preference too, but you'll definitely have to tell her for her to even consider it. like an 'idc if you want to but let me know' type of situation.

mina's sort of the same way, except she'll reject you most of the time just to mess with you. if you beg then she'll break and let you.

when it comes to nayeon, i feel like she'd ask if she could suck on you. most of the times she'd be the one who comes to you so much that you'd barely be able to reciprocate the question until she feels more dominant that day.

dahyun likes touching, yes, but saliva on her tits? she'd much rather you play with them with your hands if you need them so much. but if you're extra subby, she will give them to you cuz you need them that much.

this tall woman would probably shake her head and turn red. it's not because she doesn't want to, but the last time you guys tried to do that, tzuyu ended up laughing because she was too ticklish.

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hopefully you like this and super sorry anon that this took me eons to finally post. school's out for the year so i have more time to read and write! yay me!

#twice suggestive #twice smut #nayeon smut #jeongyeon smut #sana smut #momo smut #jihyo smut #mina smut #dahyun smut #chaeryoung smut #tzuyu smut

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pttwice · 5 months

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another nd!twice request lol (i love ur hcs!) but could u write smth about adhd!sana but about this:

whether little or big sana punishes herself if she thinks she's done something bad by depriving herself of touch :( she love hugs, cuddles, and kisses and it's absolutely heartbreaking when she won't let her members touch her

with cg!nayeon too?? thank u!! ur so awesome 🫶🫶

hi anon!! :) ouch this makes my heart hurt but absolutely! :(

touch, please

|| littlend!sana, cg!nayeon ||

"Can you get your shoes on, bug?" Nayeon called to Sana from the kitchen, putting the last of her dishes away before she grabbed her purse. She checked her phone and peeked her head out, sighing when she saw Sana still glued to the TV.

Nayeon walked into the living room and turned the TV off, crouching down in front of the little. "Sana, sweetie. Shoes please."

Sana looked up at her mommy and nodded. She quickly got up and looked for her shoes, picking up every pair by the door before finding hers. She slipped them on, taking two tries to get her laces tied before she stood up, grabbing Nayeon's hand.

They headed out to the car and Nayeon buckled Sana in. "Okay, love bug. We're just picking up a few things for manager unnie's birthday and then right back home. If you're good, then you can get extra ice cream after dinner, okay?"

Sana wasn't really sure what all Nayeon just said other than ice cream, but she nodded anyway. Ice cream is always good.

Not even five minutes in the car and Sana had changed the radio station seven times. Nayeon took a deep breath and glanced down, hoping that the little would want to stay on this sta- oh, nope. Changed again.

"Bug, do you think you could pick one station, please? We're almost there and unless you can pick one, then I'm gonna have to turn the radio all the way off."

Sana frowned and nodded. She changed the station one more time and sat on her hands, looking out the window. She really didn't like the song that was playing, but she wanted music instead of silence.

Once they finally made it to the store, Nayeon parked the car and helped Sana out. She held onto the little's hand, doing her best to make sure she was safe while they walked in.

"Mommy look!" Sana pointed at everything in the store that caught her eye, which was pretty much everything. The Christmas lights. The toy aisle. Even the rows of shiny pots and pans.

Focused on the task at hand, Nayeon just responded with a small nod or an "I see it, bug" as they went up and down the aisles. When Nayeon finally found what she was looking for, she stopped, picking up the different brands of the item. She couldn't remember which kind her manager liked so she pulled out her phone, calling Jihyo.

Nayeon kept her eye on Sana who was touching every possible item in the aisle. Thankfully, nothing was breakable. "Sweetie, please don't touch everything. Other people want to buy things here, too."

Sana just nodded and tried to stand still, holding her hands behind her back. She took a few steps away from her mommy while she talked on the phone with Jihyo, and her eyes went big.

There was a squishy unicorn toy! Sana went over to it and turned around to make sure her mommy wasn't looking before she picked it up and touched it.

"It lights up!" Sana excitedly whispered to herself. She squeezed the toy again, giggling as it changed colors with each squeeze. By the time Sana had decided that she absolutely needed the toy, her mommy was off the phone and got what they came for.

Sana turned around, holding the toy up in her hand. As she moved her arm out to call for her mommy, she accidentally hit a lady in the back with the toy.

The woman looked at Sana who quickly apologized, bowing as far as her body would let her. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hit you!" The lady just gave Sana a small smile and shook her head, moving on with her day.

When Nayeon turned around, Sana had set the toy back on the shelf where she found it. She didn't want to tell her mommy that she accidentally hit some lady with the toy because her mommy would be mad, but she also felt really guilty about it.

Sana stood by her mommy in the kitchen, watching as her mommy made dinner, helping out with washing the vegetables.

"Can you get the bowls and chopsticks out, love bug?" Nayeon asked, pointing to the shelf above her. The little nodded, setting two bowls and two sets of chopsticks down on the table.

By the time dinner was ready, Sana had almost completely forgotten about the incident in the store. She was happily babbling away about all the things that she had seen at the park the other day with Tzu and Dahyun.

Nayeon got up and put the bowls in the sink when they finished eating, getting two bars of ice cream out. She handed one to Sana who excitedly tore the wrapper off. They sat and ate as Sana kept going on about the seemingly endless things she saw at the park.

When Nayeon got the second bar of ice cream and put it in front of Sana, she froze. She looked down at the pink and blue wrapper, the guilt coming back to hit her like a truck.

Without a word, Sana got up and ran to her room, slamming the door. Nayeon, confused and concerned, quickly put the ice cream back in the freezer. She ran off to Sana's room and knocked on the door before she cracked it open.

"Where'd you go, love bug?"

Sana sniffled and tucked herself further into her closet, not wanting to get in trouble. She heard Nayeon walking around and covered her eyes. As the closet door creaked open, Sana tucked herself back even more, a small whine leaving her.

"Hey, sweetie. What's wrong?" Nayeon reached out and Sana flinched, quickly moving to the other side of the closet.

Nayeon let out a small sigh and sat down, putting her hands in her lap. She patiently waited as Sana tucked her head into the pile of clean clothes she hadn't put away yet.

"Do you want to talk about it, bug?" Nayeon cautiously asked and scooted a little bit closer to her baby. Sana nodded her head a little then shook her head. "Do you want me to guess?"

Sana nodded again.

"Okay." Nayeon sat back on her hands and thought for a few seconds. "Did it happen this morning?"

Sana shook her head.

"At dinner?"

Another shake.

"At the store?"

A slow nod.

"Did you do something bad at the store, bug?" Nayeon asked, an eyebrow raised. She didn't remember Sana doing anything bad at the store and she was sure that the little stopped touching everything when she asked her to.

Sana nodded again and sniffled, wiping her eyes as she looked up. "I- I was- I was-" Sana was trying, but she couldn't get her brain to stop moving so fast so she could explain what had happened.

"It's okay, sweetie. Just take a few deep breaths. You got it." Nayeon gently encouraged her baby and sat up a bit.

Sana took a few deep breaths to try and calm herself down before she tried to explain again. "I was jus' tryin'a look at this toy. It was a really sparkly, squishy unicorn an' it lit up. Every time I squeezed it, it turned a diff'ren' color. First it was red an' then it was blue an' then-"

"Keep on track, sweetie." Nayeon chuckled and let the little keep explaining.

"Sorry." Sana's cheeks took on a light blush as she continued. "I squeezed it a buncha times an' then I wan'ed to show it to you an' then I held my arm out like this," Sana said as she held her arm out with a rolled up sock in her hand, "an' then I accidentally hit this lady in the back with the squishy unicorn." Sana's voice quieted down towards the end of her story as she looked down.

Nayeon took a deep breath and nodded. "Was the lady mad?"

"No! An' she even said it was okay an' I promise that I said sorry." Sana said, tears welling up in her eyes again.

"Well then it's okay, love bug. You just need to make sure to look when you're trying to show me something, okay?" Nayeon smiled and reached out again to pat Sana's knee.

The little shook her head and tucked her legs under her again. "No! Sana bad." The little started to cry again and pulled one of her jackets down to cover herself with. "No touch for bad girls."

Nayeon's heart shattered as she heard Sana keep mumbling to herself. She left for a minute and came back with the second ice cream bar. She set it down in front of Sana before standing back up again. "If you want the extra ice cream, you can still have it, sweetie. I'll be out in the living room."

After eating the ice cream and waiting a few more seconds under her jacket, Sana finally crawled out from her closet. She cracked her door open and saw her mommy sitting on the couch watching TV. She nervously held onto the little fidget tangle her mommy had gotten her and opened the door a little more.

Sana desperately wanted a hug or a hand hold from her mommy, but she knew that she didn't deserve any touch. Maybe just sitting on the same couch would be enough. So, Sana slowly walked into the living room and crawled up onto the couch three cushions away from her mommy.

Based on just how far her baby sat herself and the fidget toy in her hand, Nayeon could tell she was still punishing herself. She let out a small sigh, wishing that Sana would at least let her hold onto her finger.

"Hey, love bug. Feeling better?"

Sana looked over at Nayeon and nodded a little, her body movements betraying her words as she fidgeted on the couch. Sana scooted a little closer to Nayeon, now only two cushions away.

"I know you feel bad about hitting that lady with the unicorn, sweetie, but I promise you're not a bad girl. I'm proud of you for telling me what you did, too."

Sana nodded, scooting a little bit closer. "Okay, mommy." She was only a cushion away now. The closer Sana got, the more she wanted her mommy's touch and the more fidgety her hands were. She still felt bad, and she knew that she did something bad, but her mommy said she was proud of her, so that was a good thing.

After a few minutes, Sana scooted over again. She was only a few inches away from her mommy, enough to feel the heat coming from her body but not enough to touch her. Sana took a deep breath, trying to just be okay with sitting close to her.

Nayeon looked out of the corner of her eye and saw her baby's eyes staring straight ahead, fidgeting with the tangle toy. She held her hand out in front of Sana and let the little take her time.

"Touch, please." Sana asked, her voice quiet as she held her hand out.

Nayeon let out a small sigh of relief and nodded. She slowly took Sana's hand in hers and put it in her lap, gently tracing shapes on the back of it with her thumb.

Her mommy's hand was warm, and Sana still didn't feel like she deserved it, but it felt so much better than just sitting beside her with her hands to herself.

Eventually, Sana calmed down enough from the feeling of Nayeon's hand in hers. She scooted closer so her thigh was touching her mommy's and looked up at her. She held her arms out and said, voice barely above a whisper, "Touch please."

Nayeon chuckled and nodded. She pulled her baby onto her lap and wrapped her arms around her. Nayeon squeezed her baby tight, feeling Sana's body relax immediately. Nayeon kissed peppered kisses to the top of her head, and they stayed like that for the rest of the evening to help Sana recharge.

#twice agere #twice fanfic #twice fic #littlend!sana #littleadhd!sana #little!sana #caregiver!nayeon #sfw #sfw agere #sfw interaction only

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HAVEN. -> Lee Know x Female!Reader ( she/her pronouns )

summary: Hyunjin was never much of a boyfriend, making all of your friends wonder why you've stuck by him for so long. You know what they say though, love makes you crazy... Or, love makes you end up in your best friend backseat straddling his waist... Something like that... Right?

words: 10k

warnings: INFIDELITY themes all throughout, hyunlix, alcohol consumption, mentions of smoking marijuana, smoking cigarettes, angry boyfriends ( if you can call it that ), brief zodiac sign talk lol, SEXUAL CONTENT, unprotected sex ( DONT DO THAT ), mature themes throughout every line of this mofo, p*rn w very long plot. If I missed anything PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

a/n: Hi, I dunno what this is. SKZ brainrot. This took entirely too long to write. I don't know if I like it, eek. Minho is a dreamboat. Enjoy!

“I’m just so, so tired,” Expels from your lips in a harsh whisper, your sigh that follows is as equally exasperated.

“Do you think I’m not?” Hyunjin’s tone packs a powerful voltage, enough to startle your bones. Maintaining eye contact with the boy's deep brown eyes, you furrow your brow.

“Hyunjin,” Raising your voice to a reasonable level, you place a hand on the kitchen table that stands between you and lean toward him. Using his full name, you make a mental note of how it affects him, the discomfort appearing in the slight scrunch of his button nose.

“You have not answered my question,” He sneers. With a dramatic groan you roll your head backward, staring at the ceiling for all of three seconds before focusing back on his grimace.

“We are breaking up right now,” You say with persistence, the crease in your forehead becoming somewhat permanent, “You seriously need this information?”

“Yes,” He snaps, then shifts into a softer energy, “I never thought you’d be the one to break my heart.” The kitchen goes quiet, the only sound heard is that of the ice machine in the freezer.

A moment passes with a stare-down, Hyunjin being the one to break it by shaking his head. A thin lock of his black hair drops over his right eye.

“I knew this… relationship was over a week ago,” He speaks with heavy intention, his words packing a punch, “I’m not oblivious,” His hair dances over his eyes some more as he shakes his head again, “But you know how I feel about you. I can’t believe you’d do something like this, you’re not even moved out yet.”

“Jennie,” You whisper, narrowing your eyes. Hyunjin’s expression falters.

“Lia,” You continue on, listing names of women he’s slept with since your situationship began, “Nayeon,” He seems to catch on, averting his eyes around the room as he scoffs, folding his arms across his chest.

“Even fucking Felix, Hyunjin, jesus!” Your laugh does nothing to mask the frustration weeping from your eyes.

“I never had sex with Nayeon-”

“It doesn’t matter!” You shout, your hands slamming flat on the table as your eyes widen, “Do you hear yourself?”

“I do, do you hear me?” He squinted his eyes, jutting his head to the side, “You fucked Minho,” He spoke slow, fueling the fury simmering within you, “Like a little slut, in the backseat of his car, in the parking lot of Haven, while the rest of us danced together inside.”

Swallowing hard, you refuse to shrivel beneath his interrogation.

“Hyunjin-”

“Two hours ago, I’ll add,” He smirks, finding it all a bit funny, “This happened… two hours ago. Does he know what happened yesterday morning? The moment we shared literally right here?” He presses a fingertip into the wood, narrowing his sharp, feline-like eyes.

“No,” You say, screwing your face in confusion, “Why does it matter?” Hyunjin takes his bottom lip between his teeth, sitting backward in the chair, folding his arms across his chest.

“I know some things,” He says, smug as he’s ever been.

“Enlighten me,” You whisper.

“Certainly,” Hyunjin huffs, holding up a hand for you to see. He taps his pointer finger, “Minho’s been after you for a while,” He taps his middle finger, “You’ve been after Minho equally as long,” He taps his ring finger, “You’ve got a type.”

“I do not have a type,” You say, glaring at his slender fingers that could have an obscene amount of control over you if Hyunjin really tried. Focused on your eyes, watching as they follow his hands that he places flat on the table, he chuckles.

“You have a type,” He reiterates, “Minho’s no better than me, he’s a bartender, if anything he’s worse.”

“Minho’s as clean as a saint!” You say, and Hyunjin chuckles, “He hasn’t been with anyone in ages, he’s a good guy.” Lowering his chin, Hyunjin glares at you through his lashes, speaking in a tone so low his voice has dropped a few octaves.

“Then, tell me why he fucked his best friends girlfriend in the backseat of his car last night?”

“Oh my…” You gasp, clasping your hands over your hair, grabbing it by the fistful, “I’m your girlfriend now!? You’ve never said that word, of course this would be when you’d use it.”

“You were my girlfriend when I fucked Jennie,” He shrugs. Your eyes go wild.

“That hurt,” You dig, “Fuck you.”

“Fuck you!” He curls his lip, eyes dancing around your exhausted appearance.

Dragging your hands from your hair to over your eyes, you rub the sleep away gently and sigh, placing your hands on your knees. Avoiding Hyunjin’s gaze, you stare down at the table.

“I think… I think I should go,” You offer, flickering your eyes up to catch his face of sorrow, “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” He whispers.

“Like… like you’re sad,” Shaking your head, you speak from an empty heart, “You don’t hold an ounce of empathy for me when you go frolicking down the streets to pick up the next conventionally attractive person, and take them somewhere to hook up,” His expression doesn’t falter, “Some of them, we’re friends with, Hyunjin. So, yes. This relationship was over a week ago when you drove me to crazy town, to the point of no return,” His eyes are laser focused on yours, “You know, in a way, it’s like you pushed me right into his arms.”

Stepping inside dim lit, musty scented Haven was a bit like stepping straight into the Sahara, except the concrete floor was slick with spilt drinks, not dusty grains of sand. There were no windows either, just dinged up chestnut wooden planks for walls adorned with cheesy neon signs and posters of bands and other artists. Your personal favorite was the lit up pink flamingo with a bottle of tequila in its hand.

A year ago, when you and your group of friends started making regular appearances here, you compared it to Hyunjin and his stretch of a frame. The banter that followed the laughter was essentially what got the two of you together in the first place, sharing the right amount of sarcasm, sparking an attraction to want to slip beneath the sheets… or into a bathroom stall.

Sitting at the creaky bar now on top of a cushion on a stool that was flattened with age, you gripped an ice cold glass of Vodka Cran, twisting it on the napkin the bartender sat it down with. Staring at the flamingo holding the tequila, it was perched above a long mirror that ran across the entire wall behind the bar, one that was short vertically, giving you a beautiful view of the scowl you wore.

The pink and yellow glow of the neon lights used to be accompanied with giggles, with soft touches and sneaky kisses. Tonight, those acts of love had his arms wrapped around Felix where they moved in sync on the dance floor, three inches apart without shame.

Glancing over your shoulder you catch them cheek to cheek, rocking side to side. Felix’s hands seemed nervous, they were greedy, but tentative, his fingertips sliding up and down Hyunjin’s tight t-shirt clad torso. The younger boy's eyes were pointed down, listening with parted lips to whatever charm Hyunjin was spilling into his ear. A hex, a curse, an enchantment that would keep Felix at his beck and call for as long as he pleased.

The sight of their hips grinding, and their thighs slipping between the others knees used to be nauseating, however, it’s been occurring for two weeks, so it’s become tolerable.

At least it wasn’t a female.

Girls crawled out of the woodwork for Hyunjin, there was never a night where he wasn’t fighting one off of his hip. The boy could walk into a room, and in an instant have someone on their knees with just a look. Something about his aura, his lust fueled, mysterious facade of an attitude made them melt in his fingers like putty. Felix though, Felix was different.

The blonde haired boy taunted Hyunjin, insufferably oblivious to his flirting.

The two have been friends for a couple of years, coming together at about the same time as you had found them. There were nine of you total, a group that never hesitated to let life go, not taking it too seriously.

You all came with your quirks, your imperfections. You and Hyunjin were tied for ‘most self-destructive bitch’, while the others fit into every category, and somewhere in between, ranging from ‘funny guy’ to ‘cry baby’. Han took leadership of the funny guy’s, Seungmin fell into that in between grey area, and Felix made himself more than comfortable in cry baby territory.

Felix has a huge heart, Felix is a great friend, but Felix is a good boy, and he made it a game for Hyunjin without even knowing.

Once the Nayeon rift was over in your relationship, things were smooth for about a week, until Hyunjin got bored. That’s when Felix fell into his lap. Sweet sunshine, bright eyed, bushy tailed Felix, who had no idea what he was in for when Hyunjin invited him on a solo night out after a couple of days of slinking around him stealthily, buttering him up with empty words.

That night, Hyunjin pounced, and poor Felix had fallen in the trap, becoming another notch in the charismatic bastard's bedpost.

Spinning around to watch the show the boys were lost in, you lean your back against the bar, crossing your legs. The rips in your jeans stretched at the bend, the skinny white strings over your skin threatening to snap, much like your patience. Sipping from the straw in your drink, you shake the ice around in the half empty glass as you swallow, catching Hyunjin’s eye as he continues to twist about the floor, claws in his shiny new toy.

He stares at you for all of five seconds, then turns his chin to nuzzle his nose into Felix’s hair, closing his eyes, whispering more unholy nothings. His plump, pink lips moved effortlessly, everything about this act coming entirely too easy to him.

For god's sake, this was just his warm up, and Felix was already buckling at the knees.

“That’s still happening?” A polished, yet dreamy voice says beside you, having approached your frustrated energy after spotting you here alone from across the room. Shifting only your eyes to give him a look, you’re greeted by Minho’s silver hair and a quick eye roll as he sits down.

Dressed simply in a black t-shirt and dark pants, accessorized the slightest, taking a seat next to you was the first of many mistakes Minho was going to make tonight.

Your heart took a tumble at the sound of his voice, a slight nervousness sparking through your veins as you took in his appearance. Minho was buff, but he wasn’t built like a gym shark like Chan or Changbin. Instead the boy's muscles filled out the sleeves of his t-shirt enough to give Captain America a run for his money, and spending nights with him on the dance floor made you want to personally tell Chris Evans that America’s ass has some competition.

Holding a glass of jack and coke, Minho presses the lip of the cup to his own, rolling it side to side along the fat bottom, squinting out to the boys on the floor. His jaw is sharp, all of his features are, chiseled by Michael Angelo himself.

Taking a quick breath, you sigh and mutter, “Yes it is.”

Bobbing his head, Minho watches Felix press a swift kiss to Hyunjin’s cheek, then side eyes to see if you caught it too. To his pleasant surprise, that no longer held much of a shock value, your gaze was fixed where he balanced his glass.

Suppressing a smirk, Minho turns briefly to place the empty cup of melting ice on the bar before sliding his stool an inch closer to yours. He leans his back on the wood, crossing his arms. You could’ve sworn he flexed on purpose, his muscles seeming more defined than ever. With his chin lowered, he shot daggers at the handsy boys with dark eyes, and eyebrows slightly upturned.

That’s when you realized you were staring.

Swallowing, hard, you snap out of the trance he quite easily put you in, and sit up to compose yourself so you don't appear like a schlump.

“Is, uh,” Pausing to clear your throat, you ask, “Is Han here?” Taking a sip of your drink. Nodding with more of a purpose, Minho purses his lips and scans the room as if to look for his shadow of a friend.

“He’s here somewhere, Chan, too,” He says, glancing at you with a small smile. Returning it, you look back out to the dance floor, afraid that if you looked at him any longer your cheeks would turn pink.

“That’s great,” Your tone falls flat while Hyunjin brushes noses with Felix, pressed chest to chest. Following your eyes, Minho’s smile falters.

All of your friends were familiar with Hyunjin’s tendencies, the boy didn’t necessarily keep it a secret. When it all started they’d call him out and put him on the spot, but it didn’t change a thing. Born a Pisces, he was infatuated with the life of chaos, but conversations with your friends made you question if his star sign was right. You’ve never seen him practice unconditional love.

As much as it sucked watching a friend hurt another again, and again, he was still Hyunjin, and like you, unfortunately, your friends still loved him. Minho however, he’s been festering in bitterness since the moment he saw you fall for the charm Hyunjin was currently casting over Felix.

He knew off the bat he didn’t stand a chance, Hyunjin was like a drug. A relentless, karmic drug that's had you hooked for too long.

A spectator to the tumultuous year, Minho was livid Hyunjin snagged you first. You’ve always had more in common with the older boy, and if Minho had to guess, you only had one thing in common with Hyunjin. That, and your chilling attitudes, though Hyunjin was actively altruistic. You were caring, and thoughtful, and put others before yourself most times. Hell, Minho’s been standing witness to it for as long as he can remember, watching you get pummeled by Hyunjin’s emotional turmoil consistently.

When it came down to it, Minho was the one you’d run to, the guy you’d turn to for a shoulder to lean on, finding some sort of comfort in his ability to simply listen, without listening to speak. He would truly listen, and only share his thoughts if you asked.

Across the room, with Felix buried in his neck, you meet Hyunjin’s eyes swapping between you and the boy that were millimeters apart. Like you both caught it at the same time, you and Minho turn your chins to give each other a look. He wears an expression of worry cocktailed with fury.

“What?” You question, smirking, knowing he had plenty to say.

“Where’s the breaking point?” He asks, “When will you finally… snap?”

“Snap?”

“Yes, snap,” He chuckles, glancing at glaring Hyunjin momentarily, “I don’t understand how you can sit here and watch this happen.”

“Me either,” You mumble, a little white lie.

Twenty minutes at the kitchen table this morning with Hyunjin was enough to keep you on his side for another night. Sitting on his lap with his arms clamped around you, you held him as he sobbed into your chest, spilling muffled babbles of apologies and guilt ridden excuses for ‘why he is the way he is’, and that he ‘cannot live without you’. Endless empty promises, all he seemed to express, would keep you on a short leash, but what Hyunjin doesn’t know is that his cry for help this morning was pathetically transparent.

Felix gyrating against Hyunjin’s body, probably getting off on the dance floor in the middle of a crowd while the boy he was stuck to showed you the same eyes he had given you this morning was enough of a sign. Hyunjin didn’t give a shit.

“Snap,” You say. Minho raises his eyebrows.

“Excuse me?”

“Snap,” You repeat yourself, lifting a hand between your faces to literally snap your fingers.

“Okay, Thanos,” Minho mumbles, but you miss it.

Swiveling around on the stool, you slap your hands on the bar to stop yourself, leaning forward to grab the bartender who was tending to customers on the end. Minho follows you over his shoulder, arms still crossed, wearing a smug smile.

“You’re serious?” He spins around like you, bumping your knee with his along the way. The bartender comes your way, and after grabbing your order of six different shots, bustles away to gather it.

“Pretty sure,” You shrug, tilting your head so you’re a bit closer to him, “Might as well start listening to you after all this time.”

“That’s fair,” Minho’s lips twist into a smile, “Just hope you’re not lying.”

The bartender places six tiny glasses in front of you. With a thank you, you slide three of them over to Minho who raises a brow in question.

“What, lying like you?” You grill, peeking at his eyes before knocking back a shot of tequila.

“Me?!”

“I saw you with Han and Chan,” You smirk, happily watching him down two of the little glasses right after the other.

Wiping his bottom lip with his thumb, his brow creases, “What are you talking about?”

“You guys got here when we did,” You say, catching up to him in alcohol consumption, “Soon as Hyunjin walked away from me, I saw Han hyping you up to come over here.” Minho swigs his last shot, almost choking at the sound of your words.

“You keeping tabs on me?” He asks, squinting his eyes, closing the gap between you even more. Flickering your eyes to his lips that were wet with liquor, you look back up and only give him a smile. An innocent one that stirs up trouble as you down the last glass sitting on the bar.

Placing it back in line with a clink, you hop off the stool and hold your hand out. Unable to keep his gaze off of you, Minho swivels around, glancing at your open palm.

“Come on,” You coerce, wiggling your fingers. Laughing at himself, he snatches your hand to stand up.

“Where are we going?” He asks sincerely.

“I wanna dance,” You say, then step closer to him, lowering your voice, “And if you don’t want me keeping tabs on you, you have to come with me.”

“I’m yours,” He says, holding up his other hand in defeat. Dragging him along through the crowd of thirty other sweaty people, you peek backward at him and raise your brows.

“Famous last words,” You giggle.

“Wouldn’t choose any others,” He squeezes your hand, narrowing his eyes.

Distracted by Felix, Hyunjin misses the change of location, peeking back over to the empty stools after you’ve taken your place on the dance floor with Minho by your friends in the corner. Han and Chan were at a small table cradling their umpteenth drinks of the night, both of them breaking into widespread grins after spotting Minho in your grasp.

“Glad to see you’ve brought someone else along this time around,” Chan says, wrapping an arm over your shoulder, hugging you sideways. Han lifts his glass to cheers, taking a long sip afterward.

“Look at him,” You roll your eyes playfully at the two, then turn to Minho, “How can I say no?”

Clicking his tongue, Minho tilts his head back with a smirk, “Chill,” His voice has dropped several octaves within the twenty feet from the bar to the corner.

Biting down on your bottom lip in thought, you feel the wave wash over you. Gazing into his eyes that were laced with a type of passion you’ve never come face to face with, the wave more so crashed over both of you. These seven silent seconds shifted the entire night.

Minho looks over your shoulder to his friends sitting on the high top chairs, both of them gesturing to your back wearing suggestive looks of grandeur. Han and Chan have patiently waited, marinated in forced silence courtesy of Minho for a year, slowly dying inside the longer the two of you resisted the gravitational pull that’s tried for ages to tangle you up. All of your friends have actually, aside from Hyunjin who’s only suspected the pining. Han and Chan were two who were invested, using this moment to make their self proclaimed prophecy come true, ready to witness history happen in front of their eyes.

Catching Minho, you follow his eyeline and watch Han and Chan quickly pop into natural looking poses, focusing on one another and chatting about their drinks with silly little comments that ultimately meant nothing.

“Well that was slick,” You tease. Chan peeks up from his glass, lips wrapped around the tip of the straw, and gives you a wink. Han hides behind his drink, peering between you and Minho with a hidden smirk, puffing out his already chubby cheeks.

“Have fun,” He sings, wiggling his eyebrows.

“You guys are ridiculous,” You say, and turn to face Minho. His fingers tense around yours.

“Let’s dance,” He says, then pulls you into his body, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, leading you to the center of the dance floor.

Brushing by a dozen people your age, Minho finds a clearing with a smile and spins you around before finding the beat of the music himself. Keeping your hands locked, you sway with him, stepping a bit closer to close the gap.

Minho knew what he was doing, the boy was an expert when it came to moving to music. It never mattered where he was either, if he heard a beat he liked, one that he could feel in his soul, he was going to move. Like Changbin, Minho was musically inclined, his skillset extending far beyond just dancing. Tipsy enough to stand here with him without being intimidated by his extensive resume of talents, you take another step closer, bumping into his chest.

“You ever think about doing something with dance?” You ask over the music. Glancing down to where your bodies touched, Minho looks into your eyes and slips a hand around your waist without thinking twice. His fingertips press into your hip, continuing his sway, now holding you in place on him.

“God,” He mutters, shaking his head a bit, “You ask me that every three months, I think.” He smiles.

“I do,” You chuckle, placing an arm around his back, ignoring how it makes him take a sharp breath, “You just have a lot going for you,” His eyes soften as he listens to you, “Don’t you want to get out of this place? Do something huge?”

“Course I do,” He says, and though he wears a gentle expression, his tone is rough, “Don’t you?”

You would’ve stopped moving all together if you weren’t latched onto his body.

“I would,” You say quieter, his words striking your heart, “You know I would.”

“What’s stopping you?” His eyes zone in on you, already knowing the answer he wishes you would forget about. It takes you a moment to say anything, gulping out of sheer embarrassment. You peer to the side, trying to see if you could spot where the answer had ended up.

Minho unravels his hand from yours and places a finger to your cheek, turning your focus back to him. Flipping his hand, he drags the back of his fingers down your skin softly.

“Don’t look for him,” He says.

“What’s stopping you?” You ask, studying his defined features, “From moving on?”

You don’t expect him to open up, Minho was always a person who knew how to keep a secret, like those dads who dropped random trauma stories out of the blue unprovoked. Minho could’ve deflected his answer, he could’ve made some shit up, but swaying here together over the liquor stained floor he keeps his gaze on you, pressing his lips into a line, perking a brow.

A tinge of excitement surges through you, a short burst of the feeling to keep you from getting swallowed back up in Hyunjin. Minho watches you like you’re made of stars, his eyes unable to part from yours. It was you. You were the block preventing him from moving on.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” You say.

“Do I look like I care?” Minho nearly whispers, bringing his face down closer to yours. Pouting your lips, you sigh.

“Why didn’t you get to me first?” Your voice drops as your eyes flicker to his lips, your words flowing from yours with ease, like sweet, sweet music to his ears.

“He’s too pretty,” Minho tries to smile, pressing his forehead to yours.

“He’s a dick.”

“That too,” He says after a chuckle.

Dancing this way for a couple of minutes, holding on to one another beneath the cheesy strobe lights amongst the sea of human beings who didn’t care to look your way, your hands explored skin as your lips frustratingly ghosted each other. Minho took your waist with both his arms, his hands slipping down over your ass every few seconds, feeling too nervous to keep them there for too long. Your noses brushed, eyes locking for a bit before they’d shut between the shared air of pure intimacy.

Tossing your arms around his neck, his skin was dewy with sweat much like yours. The heat pumping in the closed off bar was always kicked up to a higher degree no matter the season, but tangled up this way with Minho you knew the bar wasn’t to blame for the warmth you were feeling.

Your mind was clear of any thoughts that didn’t have to do with the babe attached to you, running his hands over your body. Hyunjin and his treacherous reign of terror was gone, Hyunjin and Felix were dead to you. All that was left was the heat and the need manifesting around the two of you, revealing itself from underneath the love and the care.

Seeing Minho lick his lips slowly, seemingly hungry, warps your mind. His fingertips that once pressed into your skin were gripping you now with vigor, his eyes closed as he held you tight. When they open, the look he gives you makes your jaw drop with a heavy sigh. You're unable to do much else.

In a hurry, he tilts his chin and presses his lips to yours, this kiss long overdue. It’s packed with passion, and sprinkled with lust, deepening faster than it had happened.

Parting your lips, you slip him your tongue and nearly moan into his mouth. You feel him smile, dancing his tongue with yours, then he slides it along your bottom lip before biting it gently, pulling away, and letting go with a pop. Jaw agape, your eyes are wide as you stare in shock.

“Sorry,” He mumbles, but his eyes are dark, signifying he didn’t feel as guilty as he had sounded. There isn’t much for you to say, you weren’t upset. With a minute’s worth of kisses Minho rendered you absolutely thoughtless.

“Do it again,” You whisper. His eyebrows raise with surprise, and to your request he does not hesitate. The gap closes quickly, his lips on yours in a second, hot, wet and heavy. The first kiss, and the following, were anything but innocent and sweet.

Moving with intensity, Minho sighs within the kiss, his brows furrowing above his closed eyes. You feel his hands move up your back, making their home between your shoulder blades where he can keep you locked in place. Sliding your fingers up into his hair that was littered with moisture, you grip the silver locks and smile when you feel him tense up. A groan escapes him, one that deepens the arousal already pooling in your center.

“What are you doing to me,” He mumbles, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek just beside your lips. Giving his head a scratch, you smile, taking a deep breath. Tilting your chin back, centimeters apart, your eyes dance over his focused look, his lips parted and eyebrows twisted with need.

“Everything I’ve always wanted to do,” You brush your lips swiftly over his, taking them down to his neck, peppering the skin with soft, angelic kisses that set his skin ablaze. Bending at the knuckles, his fingers grip the fabric of your shirt, knotting it in his fists.

Tossing his head backward, eyes screwed shut, he’s guided by your lips, melting into your touch as your fingertips graze through his hair. Popping out your tongue between your lips, you draw a small circle in the valley beneath his jaw before wrapping your lips over the skin, giving it a suck, leaving a happy little mark there for him to find later. Dragging your tongue over it once more, you kiss it and look up to Minho.

His hands slide over your ass again, giving it a generous squeeze as he puts his forehead back on yours, slipping you a quick kiss. Dragging your hands down his neck, wrapping them around the front for a moment, you look into his eyes and smile. You’ve never seen him so flustered, Minho’s always composed, always in control. Never once have you ever seen him this desperate.

“Minho,” You half ask his heavy lidded state.

“Hm?” He hums, unable to say much. Placing your hands back behind his shoulders, you give him a sensual squeeze. Opening your mouth, you want to spill everything, everything you’re longing to do with him, but for an unbeknownst reason, nothing comes out.

Lifting a hand, Minho places it under your chin then shifts it to your neck, wrapping his nimble fingers around the base, giving it a gentle grab. Taller than you, he was above you, looking down into your eyes that have softened with submission at his touch.

“What was it you were gonna say?” He questions, parting his lips to subtly touch yours, depriving you of a kiss you were ready for. Rubbing his bottom lip on yours, he drags his tongue over the seam of your lips, then catches them in a kiss you’d be able to hear if the music wasn’t pumping.

“Want you,” You whisper when he parts from you, your lips wet with a slick that didn’t belong to you. Sliding his hand up your throat, pressing purposely with his palm, he passes your chin and places his thumb on your lips where you subconsciously give the pad a kiss.

Smirking, he pulls at your bottom lip, getting lost in your upturned brows and pleading gaze. He’s always wondered how this would happen, how it would all go down eventually once he had you. Hearing plenty of stories from Hyunjin over the months, he learned that you could be a real brat, Hyunjin bringing that out of you on purpose. Minho knew if he played the jerk, the tamer, you weren’t going to walk away fulfilled, wanting more. And he needed you to want more.

Hyunjin was good at what he did, but he never listened. Hyunjin was consistent when he was inside someone, but that’s where it would end. He had one mode, get in and get off, however, Minho had a trillion, and he was ready to figure out which one would have you writhing with pleasure, whining his name.

He believes he’s got part of the puzzle figured out already.

Toying your bottom lip with his thumb, Minho whispers, “Want to get out of here?”

“And go where?” You ask, hypnotized by his gaze that was always sultry. Smiling, Minho sighs in satisfaction. He had you.

“Out of here,” He breathes, touching your lips with his briefly, “Anywhere, so you can do everything you’ve always wanted to do, to me.”

There wasn’t a chance you were catching onto his game, or the way he was playing it. Minho was slick, and if anything, a tad more manipulative than Hyunjin. Playing the role of your knight in shining armor, appearing effortlessly perfect in every way, swooping in when Hyunjin started embarrassing himself, and Felix…

Minho knew what he had to do to get you, because like Hyunjin, you loved nothing more than feeling like you were in control. It warmed Minho’s heart to see you melt into him, and revved him up to no end knowing that you had no idea he had his hands on the wheel, not you.

You heart longed for him, more than the need between your thighs, so if you were going to do this it would mean catastrophe for the Hyunjin entanglement you’ve overstayed your welcome in. Though you meant what you said to Minho at the bar, you snapped, that didn’t mean there wasn’t going to be an ache within you over it. You loved Hyunjin. As ridiculously shitty as the boy can be, like, absolute garbage… You loved him.

“No?” Minho asks, pulling you from your spiral.

“Yes,” You say without a thought, your eyes darting between his. He raises a brow slightly.

“But?” His tone is gentle, coaching you along patiently.

“Where is he?” You ask, gesturing to the side with a shift of your gaze for a moment. Minho narrows his eyes, a disappointed curiousness clouding in his deep brown irises.

“Why are you worried about him?”

“Becau- Minho, please,” Widening your eyes, you plead with his, “You care about me?”

“Course I do,” He answers quick.

“Then tell me where he is,” You say, then touch the edges of your lips together, tugging him closer behind his neck, and whisper, “And after that, get us out of this sweatbox, and for all I care, you can fuck me senseless on the side of the goddamn building,” His eyes blow open wide, a small smirk pulling at the corners of his lips, “Just tell me where he is.”

“Don’t want to give him a taste of his own medicine?” Minho teases, engulfing your lips with his own messily. Whining into it, feeling your heart twist deviously, the offer was intriguing. Pulling back, Minho is wearing a wicked grin. “Don’t want him to see the perfect girl he's giving up on leave with somebody else?”

“Perfect girl,” You repeat under your breath with a laugh, glancing away, “Don’t try to talk me up, you’re already getting it, Minho. Where is he?”

Taken aback, Minho sighs and softens his smile. Maybe you could see through the game he was playing, which made you smarter than the Hyunjin he’d compare you to.

Tipping his head away from yours, he scans the room quickly and efficiently. Hyunjin and Felix were no longer on the dance floor, they had made their way to the corner of the room where Han and Chan chatted away. Many, many empty glasses filled up their table making Minho wonder how long the two of you have been out here making fools of yourselves around everyone, shoving your tongues in your cheeks.

Hyunjin was speaking to Chan, standing beside him and still towering over where the oldest sat on the high top chair. Chan didn’t stand a chance, though he carried himself as if he was six feet tall.

The long, dark haired boy seemed worried, his brows furrowed as he leaned into Chan to talk directly into his ear over the pumping bass polluting the air from the speakers. Behind him, pouting pathetically with his knees squeezed together, stood Felix, clinging to Hyunjin’s arm with his cheek pressed to his shoulder. His entire front side was pressed to Hyunjin’s back, and Minho could read his expression from a mile away, knowing Felix wasn’t embarrassed to just be talking to your friends.

That type of desperation could be sniffed out in seconds by a cat in heat. The way he gulped and breathed from between his pouted lips was a telltale sign, not to mention his brows that were twisted in need. Either he was hard, or, he came already and was hard all over again.

Minho’s had one too many talks about it with your friends. Felix was annoyingly soft-hearted, but he was an easy little submissive bitch.

Minho watches the four of them, Chan and Han keeping their chins down while Hyunjin looks out to the dance floor, his wild, bugging eyes scouring the crowd of people on the dance floor, probably looking for you. When he gets close, Minho spins you around so that his back is facing your friends, keeping you out of Hyunjin’s sight.

“What? Is he over there?” You ask. Minho nods, locking his eyes back on yours.

“Talking to Han and Chan,” He says with caution, studying you closely, “With Felix glued to his back,” You both share a chuckle, “But… it looks like he’s looking for you… or, us, rather.”

“Great,” You sigh. Minho presses his lips together, waiting for you to say anything else. For the hundredth time, he is not Hyunjin, if you were going to back out of this, he would let you.

Watching his mind come to a complete pause as he takes you in, you smile, then rise to your tiptoes to kiss him. Not once, but three times. On his lips, on his cheek, then his earlobe, where you whispered in his ear, “Let’s go.”

“You sure?” He questions, quite whiney, and you laugh.

“Minho!” Was all you had to say.

Strong hands move to your waist, flipping you around so that you could lead the way out of Haven without being seen by your friends. On the way to the door Minho’s fingertips press into your torso, sneaking underneath the hem of your shirt to catch a quick graze of your smooth skin. Sharing giggles, quick kisses and tiny suggestive touches, the two of you finally stumble out of the door after dodging a handful of others doing the same exact thing.

Outside on the cracked sidewalk there was a group of people passing around a joint, the smell of the drug smacking you right in the face as the heavy metal door of the bar shut behind you. Lined along the brick wall were others out here for a smoke, talking amongst themselves drunkenly loud. Twisting around in Minho’s arms, you toss one of yours around his shoulder and pop your brows.

“It’s a little crowded out here,” You joke. Rolling his eyes, Minho walks you over to the end of concrete, peering around the corner into the dark alleyway where two couples could be seen feet apart making out in the dull glow of the singular streetlight that stood out front. “You thought I was serious?!” Your tone is humorous, shifting into a laugh by the end of your words.

With darkened eyes, Minho snaps his neck to look down at you, shutting you up, “I want you so bad, I’ll fuck you right here in front of the stoners,” His voice is deep, and gritty, taking you by surprise. Minho smirks, “Don’t look so shocked, what did you think you were getting into? You’re messing with a Scorpio, babe.”

Speechless, you take your bottom lip between your teeth and press your thighs together, becoming unknowingly comparable to Felix who Minho just witnessed harboring the same issue. His sudden forwardness fueled the fire burning within you.

There’s no need for Minho to say another word. In the cool breeze of the night, he tucks you beneath his arm and hustles you past the bleary drunks, around the opposite corner you had started, leading you right up to his car. A recognizable black four door Range Rover that was always sleek and clean.

Wiggling free from his grasp, you give him a cheeky look and hurry ahead of him, yanking on the handle of the backdoor. Smiling, Minho fumbles in his back pocket for the key, unlocking the doors for you, his passion burning deeper as you turn to him with a grin when you finally get it open.

Climbing in one knee at a time, Minho steps behind you and smacks your ass gently, giving it a squeeze straight after. Closing your eyes, your cheeks flush as you crawl across the leather seats, pursing your lips with shyness. Adjusting yourself so your feet are on the floor, you look over to Minho when the door shuts and the lights start to dim.

He appears as flustered as you, unsure of what the next move is going to be. He was surprised he made it this far.

As if you sensed it on each other, you both scoot closer toward the middle, hands nearly touching on the cushion of the backseat. With every care in the world, you lean into one another, foreheads caressing the other, lips hovering with hesitation knowing that what was about to follow was going to change the trajectory of the drama that was your lives.

A tiny, bitty piece of you was shouting no, don’t do it, but Minho’s cut body, sharp jawline and pining eyes that were undressing you at the moment overpowered that piece of you, screaming, bursting at the seams with need.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Minho whispers in the silence, and it’s at this moment realize how quiet it had gotten from being in the bar, to being outside, to now being in his car. His eyes flutter shut.

Lifting a hand, you brush it against his soft cheek, and cup his chin, dragging your thumb along his jaw. Minho opens his eyes, not moving a muscle until you answer him. Smiling, you give him a slight nod before turning your head to lock your lips over his.

This kiss is immensely different from all the others shared inside, it’s actually leading somewhere. Aside from your hand on his jaw, only your lips touch. It’s soft, well thought out, and all a bit juvenile… until it’s not. A small sound, a subtle hum from Minho sets you off.

After a humiliating gasp, you’re climbing over into his lap, situating your knees on either side of his hips. Deepening the kiss, it becomes a wet, sloppy battle for who can move faster. Sliding your fingers up into his hair, he lul’s his head back onto the headrest and sighs, another whine leaving him seeming more desperate than before.

“I like that,” You mumble onto his lips, licking a stripe across his bottom lip. Taking a breath, Minho laughs within it, his eyes shut.

“Never had a vocal boy before?” He questions, tilting to the side as you work your lips down the side of his neck once more, littering the honey colored skin with as many marks as you possibly could. Lifting your chin with a pop, after sucking at the crook of his neck so hard he whimpers again, you smize.

“Not unless he’s calling me a slut,” You say, and his eyes pop open, glaring toward you.

“You like that?” He asks. Bringing your gaze back up to meet with his, you raise an eyebrow and shrug, licking your lips. Minho eyes you curiously, then like lightning, raises a hand off your waist to grip you beneath your chin, pressing his palm against your throat. Your jaw falls open in shock, the abrupt movement catching you totally off-guard. His expression hasn’t changed, he’s still eating you alive with his eyes.

“Forget how to use your words?” His voice is soft, yet entirely demanding, “Gonna have to talk like a big girl and ask nicely if you want me inside of you, you little slut.” Gulping pathetically, he feels it in your throat. There’s a whine that escapes you, one so quiet it could be missed if he wasn’t so enthralled with everything you did.

“Yeah,” He whispers, smirking devilishly, “You like that.”

“I do,” You breathe, answering him like he wanted you to, even if he was just messing around. You knew how to follow your rules.

“Oh my god,” He groans, releasing his grip on your neck to bury his face in it, marking your skin up just the same. Falling into his chest, tangling your fingers in his silver strands, your head falls back at the feeling of his lips on your skin, his teeth grazing along the sore spots he created. Grinding down on his lap, you moan aloud for him, one he returns, his lips vibrating behind your ear where he planted kisses.

“Minho,” You say, “Fuck this, I can’t wait,” You whine, pushing him away. With heaving breaths, he sits back, hands falling to your thighs the same as his eyes where he watches you start to mess with the button of your jeans.

Feeling a spark in his veins, his breath hitches in his throat looking back up to your eyes that were already looking back.

“Next time we can fool around, I just need you right now,” You mutter fast, getting your zipper down at the same speed. Minho’s smile is almost nonexistent. He’s repeating your words in his head, the two at the start wiping his mind of anything else that could possibly exist. Next time.

Grabbing hold of the waistband of your jeans, Minho helps to shimmy you out of them without bumping your head on the lined ceiling of his car. He tosses them beside him, placing his hands on your knees that straddled his lap again, and slowly drug them up your bare thighs, inching closer to the place that needed him most.

Cutting him short, not wanting him to touch you until he was as exposed as you- because you knew if he did you’d both get too lost in the pleasure, and you didn’t want to come unless it was on his dick first. Minho could hold his secrets, and keep them away from you as much as he wanted, but you knew one thing to be true. Minho wants nothing more than to touch you.

Unbuttoning his pants with haste, you release a breathy sound with a smile and pull his bottoms down to his knees as he lifts his hips with you on them to help you. Glancing between your bodies that were centimeters away, you were met with everything you hoped for and more.

“Jesus, Min,” You whisper, taking a deep breath, looking back up at him. Minho rolls his eyes and laughs.

“That’s affirming,” He mumbles, and you let his hands slide up to your hips, drawing dainty circles over the newly exposed sensitive skin, inches away from where he should be. Biting your lip, pointing your gaze down, you hear him laugh again.

“What?” You ask, obliviously cute, looking to him with wide eyes.

Minho lowers his brows in admiration and says, “It’s nice to know I’m bigger than him.”

“Oh, without a doubt,” You answer, nodding your head, your expression remaining the same.

Laughing louder, he squeezes the round of your thighs and takes a deep breath, leaning in to give you a quick messy kiss before saying, “Gonna show me what it’s like to fuck a little slut, or what?”

Reaching for his hardened length, he intakes a sharp breath between his teeth at your touch, his eyebrows furrowing. Lifting your hips, you keep your eyes on him, his head falling back to look up at you with parted lips. His hands are stuck to your hips, making themselves at home there, his fingertips massaging your skin carefully.

Lining him up, he’s right in place, both of you ready to go. Through shared breath, your hearts are racing, but you hesitate. Composing himself as best as he could, Minho swallows hard and shakes his head a bit.

“Don’t do it if you don’t want to,” He whispers, giving you the whole truth, you could see it in his eyes.

“I want to,” You whisper back, “I want you, I need you…” Leaning into him, you crash your lips onto his at the same time you let your hips settle onto his lap, his girthy length slipping inside of you with ease.

Gasping, a wave of euphoria washes over you, your back arching you into his chest as his hips thrust up into you once he felt your slick wrap around him. Releasing a moan together, you both laugh breathlessly and subtly shift as the overwhelming sensation sucks you under.

“Oh… my god,” Minho groans from his chest, digging his fingertips into your hips. While he mentally talked down his release to himself, you swayed your hips forward and back, just slightly, to get used to the stretch. It wasn’t painful, Minho wasn’t hurting you, but he was obviously bigger than Hyunjin, something you weren’t used to.

Your body was comfortable, that much was clear, at least you could both tell by the way he so effortlessly slid into you with a shrewd squelch.

“You okay?” Minho asks as you grip him around his shoulders, chest to chest. Nuzzling his face into your neck, he presses a few soft kisses, feeling how, like him, you couldn’t catch your breath. Nodding, you sigh, and suck in a gust of air through your lips.

“Yeah,” Whispering to him, you move so you can rest your forehead on his, meeting his eyes for the first time.

With just one look into his softened, heavy lidded eyes written in a language neither you nor Minho spoke yet, you feel him tense beneath you, a feeling that has you clenching around him without having even moved. Grabbing you tight by the waist he lifts you up so only the tip of his cock is sheathed.

“Jesus,” He mutters, his blown out pupils making you smile.

“Never thought sex would get you so spiritual, Min,” You tease.

“Shut up,” He smiles, letting go of your hips so you plop back down onto his lap. A loud moan escapes you, the sensation making you clobber your hands around him tight. “Mhm, still funny?”

“Hysterical,” You curl your lip, then kiss him with vigor, starting to move your hips over his at an unapologetic pace. Groaning as your lips ghost his with every bounce, Minho slides his hands up your shirt and drags his fingernails down your back slowly, sliding them back up to do it again before he holds the small of your back, guiding your movement.

For minutes you stay this way, riding him on the leather seats of his expensive car, filling the empty air with filthy sounds and profanities while your hands explore each other's bodies. Minho was right, you’d never been with a guy that was as vocal as him before, not even Hyunjin. All the other guys you’ve slept with held it in, kept the sounds to themselves as if they were embarrassed, but Minho let it all go. You were certain no one would sound as beautiful as him, though. It spurred you on, let you know he was feeling incredible, and sparked the race to your release.

“Love the way you sound,” You whisper, popping your tongue out to tangle with his.

“Yeah?” He breathes, catching your lips in a kiss.

“Yeah,” You sigh, planting your hips, and twisting them in a circle. Minho screws his eyes shut, giving you a nasty sound that makes you shake.

“Fuck,” He mutters, opening his eyes, “Are you gonna come?”

“If you keep whining like that, I will,” You say from behind clenched teeth, swirling your hips in a circle again, letting your eyes fall shut as he gives you what you want to hear. “Too soon,” You mumble, your knees involuntarily jutting into his thighs.

“No,” He groans, moving his hands back down to your hips, “Come,” He says, guiding you back into a bounce, “Next time we can fool around.” Copying your words, you give him a sly look.

Letting his hands coerce you along, every few tips of your hips you throw them in a circle, making him thrust up into you as his own release stalks him down. A guttural moan was enough to let him know he should do it again, and without thinking he does.

The two of you cling to one another, chasing your highs, singing songs of utmost pleasure for one another, the feeling within you being pulled tighter, and tighter, until it finally snaps. Your body presses into Minho’s harder than before, locking him in place as his hips thrust up into you to ride out your high. Feeling you squeeze him tight has him spilling into you after a few more relentless bucks of his hips, definitely leaving a couple of bruises on your hips with his fingertips.

Bodies radiating with pleasure, sucking in air, shaking in aftershock like you never have, you and Minho share a slow, exhausted kiss. Parting lips, you take a few moments to gaze at one another, reveling in the euphoric feeling for a while longer.

You’re the first to break the silence, glancing to the window beside you, giggling. A smile grows on his face as he watches you, then he follows your gaze and lets out his own chuckle.

“You ever see the Titanic?” You ask, and he makes a face of disbelief.

“Have I ever seen the Titanic,” He repeats with a dramaticized eye roll, then lifts a hand to swipe across the fogged up window. It wasn’t as perfect as Kate Winslett’s, but it held the same meaning.

“How am I getting off of you without making a mess?” You whisper to him, pulling your lips into a line with a laugh. Looking down at where he was still inside of you, he pouts his bottom lip, glancing around the backseat for anything to help you guys out. Placing a hand around your back he scoots forward, taking you with him, and slips a hand in the pouch that was on the back of the passenger seat.

“Shit,” He shrugs, sitting back on the leather, “Guess we’re makin’ a mess,” He sighs, looking at you with a sweet smile, “Wait,” He stops you before you can move. Wrapping both hands around your back, he shifts slowly and carefully, keeping all extremities safe from the car set up, and he places you on your back where he can slip out of you with ease.

“Genius,” You say sarcastically. With another shrug he smirks.

“What can I say?” He plays along, reaching over your head for the panties he pulled off of you a half hour ago. Maneuvering the pair of unflattering bikini cut underwear over your feet, he slides them all the way up and plants a kiss to the inside of one of your ankles. Blushing, you turn your cheek to hide, regretting your choice of undergarments.

Getting laid in the backseat of one of your best friends' cars wasn’t on the agenda for this evening, but here you were, with Minho helping you back into your jeans.

“Thank you,” You say, sitting up to put the button back together, and Minho, who was situating himself, shoots you a funny glance.

“Don’t thank me, you make it sound like-”

“For my pants, Min,” You laugh, leaning over to kiss his cheek. He opens his mouth to speak, then hesitates, letting it close, then open again. “You don’t have to say anything,” You whisper, and he huffs.

“But I feel like there’s so much to say,” He shakes his head, “I mean, are you kidding me? I have so much to say to you.” His tone of voice doesn’t seem to match the strength of his gaze that’s on you. Lifting a hand, you place it on his shoulder and give it a squeeze.

“I know,” You nod, your eyes wandering to the number you did on his neck, “I know you do, and I have… so much to say to you.” Looking into his eyes, the emotion within them shifted. What once was worried, and somewhat shameful, was now full of hope.

“Not now,” He says, and you nod.

“Not now,” You repeat. He maintains eye contact with you for a little while longer, then sighs and nods toward the door.

“Come on,” He says, then makes you laugh with, “It’s fucking hot in here.”

Jumping out of the Range Rover, using his hand to help you out, you and Minho both share smiles as you stretch your limbs like complete dorks. Slamming the door shut, Minho holds open his arms for you to fall into, burying your face in his chest.

Circling his hands over your back, you want to stay right here and melt into his touch, but a person standing on the corner of the street catches your eye. They’re leaning against the building with their arms folded across their chest, looking straight at you.

“Minho?” You get his attention with a whisper.

“Hm?” He hums, looking down at you, kissing the top of your head on the way. An act that makes your knees quiver at the moment.

“Hyunjin is right there.”

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darkstar225 · 7 months

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Twice's 10th member is dating New Jeans' Minji

A/N: Heyyy, I'm coming up with a lot of stuff for you guys so I can make up for the time I'm gone lol! Sry for taking so long to post :D I hope that the anons who gave me these very similar ideas on Tumblr like it!

The requests: Hey. I want to request can you do where y/n is dating minji newjeans and the unnies want to see how she handles y/n (because she playful, childish, mischievous) and minji did a great job handling y/n and put y/n in bed and cuddle her. Thank you ❤️. Love your work

Hi I want to request can you do where y/n is dating Minji from Newjeans and it's minji first time staying a night at twice dorm and they ask minji help to put y/n to sleep as y/n is a bit hyper. Thank you

PS: Tysm for everyone who reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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Y/N, the 10th and youngest member of TWICE, had always been known for her playful and mischievous personality. She brought laughter and joy to the group, and it was hard to resist her infectious enthusiasm. But it wasn't just the TWICE members who fell under her spell, it was also Minji, a member of the rookie girl group Newjeans and Y/N's girlfriend.

Minji had joined the music industry recently, and her relationship with TWICE's maknae was still relatively new. The other members of TWICE had been eager to meet her, curious to see how she could handle their kid's personality.

One evening, Minji was invited to stay the night at the TWICE dorm for the first time. Y/N had been excited about the prospect of spending the evening with her girlfriend and showing her where she lived. The other TWICE members, particularly the unnie line, were equally eager to see how Minji would handle Y/N's playful antics.

As Minji arrived at the dorm, she was greeted with warm smiles and introductions. The members were genuinely happy for Y/N and her new relationship, and they couldn't wait to get to know Minji better.

Dinner was a lively affair, with Y/N, in her usual fashion, cracking jokes and pulling pranks on the members. Minji watched the chaos with amusement, and the members were pleasantly surprised to see how well she handled their girl's playful side. She laughed along with them, joining in on the fun and even playing some pranks of her own.

As the evening wore on, Y/N's energy showed no signs of weakening. The other members, while entertained, knew that their angel needed her rest. She had a busy schedule, and it was essential to ensure she got enough sleep. The unnies, especially Jihyo and Nayeon, decided it was time to intervene.

Jihyo cleared her throat and addressed Y/N, who was currently engaged in a playful tickling match with Minji.

Jihyo - Y/N, sweetheart, it's getting late. You need to get some rest.

Y/N pouted, her playful demeanour momentarily fading as she looked at Jihyo.

Y/N - But Jihyo Omma, Minji just got here. I don't want to go to bed.

Nayeon chimed in, her tone filled with motherly affection.

Nayeon - Baby, you have a busy day tomorrow, and we want you to be well-rested. Minji will still be here when you wake up.

Minji nodded in agreement, her playful smile never wavering.

Minji - They're right, my love. We'll have plenty of time together. But you need your beauty sleep.

Y/N sighed dramatically, her shoulders slumping as she reluctantly agreed.

Y/N - Okay, fine. But only if Minji helps put me to bed.

The members exchanged amused glances, impressed by how well Minji was handling Y/N's childish antics. Minji rose from her seat with a playful salute.

Minji - I'm on the job. Let's get you ready for bed, babygirl.

Y/N grinned and jumped up, taking Minji's hand. They headed to SMC's room, leaving the other members to their evening.

Once inside the room, Minji helped her change into her pyjamas, a pair of cute and comfortable matching ones. Y/N's playfulness had yet to wane, and she bounced on the bed like an excited child. Minji laughed, finding Y/N's energy endearing.

Minji - You're such a handful, honey.

Minji teased, but her eyes were filled with affection.

TWICE's fireball pouted and tugged on Minji's arm, pulling her closer.

Y/N - Cuddle with me, babe. I can't sleep without cuddles.

Minji happily obliged, lying down next to Y/N. They wrapped their arms around each other, and Y/N nuzzled her head against Minji's chest, sighing in contentment.

As Minji stroked her partner's hair and held her close, she couldn't help but feel a rush of love for the playful idol. The young girl's personality was one of the things that had drawn her to her in the first place. She knew that Y/N's playful side was just one facet of her complex personality, and she adored every part of her.

In the living room, the other members couldn't help but comment on the sweet scene they had witnessed. Jihyo and Nayeon, in particular, were pleased with how Minji had handled their youngest child.

Jihyo - They look so cute together! Minji is amazing with Y/N. She's patient and caring, just what our Y/N/N needs. *proud smile*

Nayeon - Yes, she's like the perfect partner for our sweet girl. I'm really happy for them. *nods*

The other members nodded in agreement, glad to see their little sister in a loving and supportive relationship. It was clear that Minji not only appreciated Y/N's playful side but also knew how to take care of her and help her get the rest she needed.

In Y/N's room, Minji held Y/N close, the two of them wrapped in each other's warmth. Y/N's playful antics had given way to a peaceful expression as she snuggled with Minji.

Y/N - Goodnight, my heart. *whispering as she kissed the other girl*

Minji - Goodnight, lovebug.

Minji replied, pressing another gentle kiss to Y/N's lips.

As they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, they knew they had found something truly special in each other. And this made both share the same thought:

I'll love my dear chosen family forever.

A/N: I'm sorry for any errors. English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there is something wrong, ty for reading <3

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handkinkbis · 7 months

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Ep 15 thoughts, the good & the bad behind the cut:

The good:

So that dressing room scene was muy caliente and I loved it. Loved their couch kiss and all the cute Shinhong scenes including Shinyu trailing after his girl everywhere and neglecting his work duties to do so (lol, how many hours of actual work has he clocked in). I love loser Shinyu the most and him reassuring that Hongjo is pretty in everything was very sweet of him. :3

I adore Ms. Ma and that proposal scene was as messy as it was hilarious. Her reaction was realistic. I'm glad she didn't allow herself to get peer pressured into marriage by her coworkers. Public proposals are such a horrible idea. :D DO NOT DO IT UNLESS YOU'VE DISCUSSED MARRIAGE WITH THE PERSON YOU'RE PROPOSING TO.

Eunwol was her shrewd self, godda love halmeuni. Halmeuni has zero fucks to give.

I'm glad Hongjo's coworkers (the duo of girls) are being kinder towards Hongjo. I hope they can eventually be proper friends.

The bad:

This writers team took all their notes from 2010s kdramas. We have The Mean Girl (Nayeon) and the persistent stalking (by the Gardener) that's been dragged on for far too long. Despite bodyguards, cops and pepper sprays this man cannot be caught. He's an actual supervillain and if he's not using shaman powers to avoid capture, I'd be amazed. The CIA should hire that man.

The absolute garbage that is Shin Yu's father. I loathe that man to my core. I want Shinyu's mom to divorce the bastard, but I just know from the 2010's writing vibes that she won't, and I will hate it. The man is an abusive toad, that is all.

The way they're painting both Shin yu's mother and Hongjo as absent-minded idiots makes me a little [clenches fist]... upset. I don't accept that she'd tell the bodyguards to leave or try to take the bus home AGAIN after everything that's happened. This does not track with my image of Hongjo and she'd be smarter than that. I loved her faceoff with Nayeon, though, she was smart to record the conversation.

Shinyu not telling Hongjo about the pregnancy news... like what was that. Shinyu. My guy. This is not something you just NEGLECT TO TELL YOUR PREGNANT GIRLFRIEND. That wasn't a cute scene, it was an infuriating scene and that omission of important details has been a massive character fault of Shinyu since the beginning of this drama. It's disrespectful towards the intelligence and the autonomy of one's girlfriend. It's insulting.

Also having sex without a condom and immediately getting pregnant... I mean yes, that'll happen if you don't use protection, but late 20s to early 30s men and women who have any sense don't just forget to use protection.

I've been hoping for Shaman Hongjo to rise and for her to have her own Big Moment as the baddie I know she can be, so I'm praying that it'll happen in tomorrow's episode 16/the finale.

There are so many loose threads and so much has been left into the dark, so I just hope that they'll manage to illuminate some of the more integral mysteries at least. But it'll be difficult with just 60 minutes left of the show.

Anyway, cute episode but some parts I really did not care for. Still eager to see the finale and will reserve final judgement until then.

#destined with you #episode review!!#some praise and a some critical takes so take that into consideration friends #if you don't want to see the concrit definitely skip this one #how about that dressing room scene though now that was delicioussss #ep 15 spoilers #destined with you spoilers

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theninthdoor · 17 days

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Hello, can you do Twice members most to least similar to their on-screen personality? Thank you so much

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Momo || ten of cups & Jihyo || two of cups: The exact same, pretty much. Even if at some point their on-screen and off-screen personalities were a bit different, that's not the case anymore - it's almost as if the 2 morphed into 1 as time went by.

Mina || seven of pentacles & Chaeyoung || three of wands: Same as with Momo and Jihyo, except they sometimes choose not to be so "real"/candid/transparent, whereas the previous 2 members either don't even think about it or simply can't help it.

Dahyun || the high priestess rx: This one is interesting because I just feel like Dahyun has so many sides to herself that it's hard to pin-point exactly what is for the cameras and what is her "irl self". It's all so random, honestly… lol.

Sana || the hanged man: 50/50. Sometimes we get a lot of irl Sana, other times we only get a little, but it's all pretty natural - meaning that she's not doing it intentionally; it depends on the moment, mood, etc.

Nayeon || the wheel of fortune rx: At times she is very transparent, easygoing, "real"; other times she's way more calculated and careful. The thing is, I feel like it has moreso to do with how she's feeling and how her personal life is going - meaning that, if she's going through a hard time, it's more likely for her to hide behind her "idol mask". It's all for the sake of doing a good job and being a good professional, I guess.

Jeongyeon || four of swords rx: Jeongyeon's case is similar to Tzuyu's. She's also very uncomfortable with fame, and all of the attention and criticism makes her not want to show so much of her real self to the public. However, in comparison to Tzuyu, I think she ends up showing a little bit more of her irl personality on-camera, either by choice or accident.

Tzuyu || the star rx: Tzuyu is a little different on & off screen, but I think that's because she really doesn't like how exposed she is, plus how the public always seems to have something to say about everything they (idols/celebs) say and do. She's just very uncomfortable with fame, I think, so having a "mask"/persona that is used only for work/public stuff, helps her feel more protected and at ease.

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(Disclaimer: All is alleged and for entertainment purposes only. Based on current energies.)

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rubyreduji · 2 years

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My Heart Has Gone To You | 06

pairing: lee jihoon x f!reader ch notes: a bit of fluff between friends, heavy angst lol, protective!minghao, use of bunny as nickname (like once), lots of plot, asshole!jihoon w.c.: 6.7k a/n: i actually did so much calculated for the time frame to see when the right place to put jihoon's birthday in and i made a spreadsheet calendar and everything

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You’ve been so busy lately that you unfortunately haven’t had time to confess to Jihoon. With the winter season coming up you’ve been swamped at your photography agency with getting the winter fashion line photoshoots finished up. You’ve also been picking up more shifts at the restaurant due to being short staffed. That, on top of your classes, the newspaper, theatre, and the Fine Arts Showcase, you haven’t had much time to think about Jihoon and your feelings.

Sana and Nayeon (who was on the phone with Sana when you told her your feelings for Jihoon) helped you plan out the perfect way to confess to him but you just haven’t been able to put it into action yet. That doesn’t mean you don’t still see Jihoon, you just don’t have time to do something special yet. Most of your time together is spent either over video call or in the dining hall for a little bit before one of you is whisked away again.

On top of your own hectic schedule, Jihoon has been cooped up in his studio even more lately. He’s been working on something but you’re not quite sure what it is.

Normally you’d go over to his studio and pull him out for some time together, or would work on your own projects in his studio, but you haven’t even been able to do that. You’ve been too busy working on the finishing touches of the costumes for the fall play and finishing up your portfolio for the Fine Arts Showcase that you find even an hour to yourself a lifeline.

You’re grateful that after this weekend the theatre department won’t need you unless there’s a giant emergency, and next week is the deadline for your portfolio so you won’t have to worry about that anymore either. You’ll still have the newspaper and your jobs to focus on but your photography agency should also be calming down as the Holiday season approaches with most of the seasonal photoshoots already done ahead of time.

“Y/N! Over here!” You spin around to see Soonyoung and Chan waving at you. You job over to the two boys and they grin at you. The two dance majors are helping you with the finishing touches of your portfolio.

“How are you Y/Nie?” Soonyoung pulls you into a hug that you happily reciprocate.

“Busy,” you laugh a bit. “But you two are doing me a big favor so I can not thank you enough. I promise I will repay you guys for your time.”

“No worries noona! We’re friends and this is important to you, so don’t think you have to do anything for us,” the younger boy tells you.

With that you and the boys start on the photoshoot. You’re glad that the two are easy to work with and look great on camera as well. You carefully snap photos of them as they move their bodies around in elaborate dance moves.

It takes a shorter amount of time than you planned out so you offer to get coffee with them as a thanks. Soonyoung and Chan refuse your payment but do agree to join you for coffee. That is until Chan is called away on an emergency from Hansol. He didn’t say much more about it but he sounded rushed when he left, leaving you and Soonyoung alone.

“So really how have you been? Other than being busy?”

“Honestly? I’ve been good. I like being busy and it’s the time of the year where everything is starting to come together which leaves a very satisfactory feeling,” you explain. “Last year I was so stressed around this time of the year, but I’ve got a good handle on things. I think that’s because I’ve got this portfolio going the way I want to.”

Soonyoung nods along as you talk. That’s something you like about him, he’s always so engaged in whatever his friends have to say. He’s one of the best conversationalists in your friend group and you enjoy hearing what he has to say as well, which leads you to ask what his plan for the Fine Arts Showcase is.

“Hao, Jun, Chan, and I have been choreographing a song together. We’re actually singing it as well. Chan, Jihoon, and Bumzu wrote it together. Jihoon has been working on composing it for us,” Soonyoung tells you. You think that must be the project he’s been working on.

You’ve never officially met Bumzu but you know he’s the man who works with Jihoon on most of the songs he composes. He’s older and out of college and Jihoon has a confirmed seat at the entertainment company Bumzu works at when he graduates.

“How is Jihoon?” You ask out of curiosity. You still talk to him, but you know Soonyoung lives with him and has a better chance of catching him at a free moment than you do.

“He’s…stressed. He’s been holing himself up in his studio even more it seems. I think that the Fine Arts Showcase is coming up too soon for his liking.”

Jihoon is always busy around this time. He’s often providing his help with the other music majors’ Showcase projects. As a music composer, singer, and songwriter many people go to him for help. He helps them as well as his own songs.

Every year for the winter and spring Showcase Jihoon sings a song he writes and produces himself. The past two years his songs have been titled “Simple”, “Pinwheel”, “Hug”, and “Second Life”. All of his past songs have been on the slower side with deeper lyrics and you wonder if he’ll take the same route this year.

“How are you guys?”

Soonyoung’s voice startles you out of your thoughts. “Pardon?”

“You and Jihoon, how are you guys? I know you haven’t been able to see much of each other lately.”

“We’re okay, I get we’re both swamped with work right now. I’m just hoping things will get better after the Showcase and I’ll be able to see more of him,” you answer.

“He does miss you. Maybe you should stop by the apartment at some point.”

“Yeah I might just do that, thanks Soonyoung.”

At the time you thought Soonyoung’s suggestion was a great idea, and you still do, but you yourself can’t seem to find time in your own schedule to carry it out. You’re on call the whole weekend for the fall play because not only did a costume go missing but another got ripped and you had to help pin another because the understudy had to go on instead.

After the weekend you’re about to go to Jihoon’s apartment when you get a text from your professor asking you to come in to look over your portfolio and help out with other things for the Showcase. You obviously agree and start to make your way over to the digital media building.

The next day you’re called away on newspaper business and the day after that you have to help Sana with studying for a history exam.

It’s not until Thursday that you can even think about Jihoon. You shoot him a quick text and you’re surprised to get a response back so quickly.

You: hey you! just checking in, miss you lots ji

Hoonie <3: Hey baby, I was just thinking about you too. I miss you so much.

You: are you free to meet up sometime this week? i have something important to tell you

Hoonie <3: Bunny I wish I did, but I don’t think I can. Next week I promise. Wanna meet Wednesday at 2?

You: that sounds perfect hoonie, but what about saturday?

Hoonie <3: What’s on Saturday?

You: are you silly ji? it’s your birthday!

Hoonie <3: Oh? Is it that time already? Well don’t worry about it baby, we can make it up when I’m not as busy. Sounds good?

You: yea sounds good. talk to you later?

Hoonie <3: Of course <3

You: <3

You’re a bit surprised that Jihoon forgot his own birthday, especially because you and him have a whole birthday tradition you guys follow. You’re also a little upset that you can’t confess to Jihoon until next week but you know that you can wait. You’ve been this way for three years, a few more days won’t hurt you guys.

You spend your newly found free time…still being busy. Though this time it’s a good kind of busy. You’re still studying and working but you get to spend a lot more time with your friends. You see the girls and Soonyoung and Minghao a couple times throughout the weekend and even go out to a big dinner with a majority of the group. Jihoon is still hiding away in his studio and his texts back to you come few and far between, always quick and short which has you a little antsy, but Jihoon promised to see you this week.

You’re laying in bed editing a photo for the newspaper when Sana comes bursting into the room, once again on the phone with Nayeon. “So what’s the plan?”

“What plan?”

“You’re going to see Jihoon tomorrow!” Nayeon’s voice comes flowing out from Sana’s phone.

“Exactly! What’s the big confession gonna be like? Are we still doing the original plan?” Sana forces you to scoot over so she can squeeze in next to you on the bed.

“I think we’re just going to get lunch or go for a walk or something like that. I don’t want to do something too big, it doesn’t feel right. I’m just gonna lay all of my feelings out for him, you know,” you tell your friends.

“It’s going to be so much better seeing you two together as an actual couple,” Sana sighs dreamily and rests her head down onto your shoulder.

“Yeah, it really will be.”

The next day comes and you’re starting to get a little nervous. There’s no reason for you to be, it’s Jihoon of course he loves you back, but you’re still a little worked up about it all. Sana made you breakfast to help calm your nerves and now you’re on your way to the boys’ apartment.

You hum to yourself as you climb up the stairs to the apartment. You shoot Jihoon a text that you’re there and wait by their front door. You wait for a few minutes before you try knocking. Nobody answers again and you huff.

You: hoonie where are you? im outside your apartment

You stand outside the apartment for around ten more minutes before you realize Jihoon isn’t going to come. Your heart drops at that fact a bit. Jihoon has never stood you up before. You wonder if he’s okay because he is the one who made the plans so why would he bail on them unless something bad happened.

“Y/N?” You turn around at your name and you half expect to see Jihoon but when you turn around it’s Jun and Minghao, the former addressing you. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, uhm, I was supposed to meet Jihoon. Do you know where he is?” You ask hopefully.

Jun frowns at that. “He texted the groupchat saying he had to get out of the apartment for a little while and to not expect him home soon.”

“Oh no, is he okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course. He mentioned something about meeting up with Bumzu. Soonyoung has been bothering him about getting out of the apartment and he had the free time to do that today.”

Your heart sinks even more. Did he really forget you guys were meeting up today? His schedule was free today because he was supposed to use that time to see you.

“Y/N?” Minghao approaches you and places a soft hand on your arm. “Are you okay? You’re looking a little unwell.”

“I’m uh, not okay…,” you whisper. You considered lying but you don’t have it in you to put on a fake act. “I was supposed to tell him today and he didn’t even remember we’re supposed to meet.”

“Oh Y/N,” Minghao’s voice is gentle. “I’m so sorry. There must have been a mix up.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I think I’m going to head home though.” With that you gently push past Minghao and Jun and make your way back downstairs and start the trek back home. Your heart feels heavy and tears brim in your eyes.

You know that you’re being over dramatic but it still hurts, especially after not properly seeing Jihoon for over two weeks now. You admit that is partly your fault, but even if you were free, Jihoon would still have been busy. Not to mention the fact you have had nearly no contact with him lately as he keeps brushing off your texts.

When you walk into your apartment Sana and Nayeon are running out of Sana’s room and over to you. “That was quick, how did it go?” It’s your roommate who asks this.

“He wasn’t home. He forgot.”

“HE WHAT?! I’m going to kill him,” Sana growls.

“That’s so out of character? What is wrong with him?” Nayeon looks taken aback as well as a bit angry.

“Guys, it’s fine.” You try to smile at your friend but it comes out weakly. “It’s okay, he’s been busy so it must have slipped his mind. I’ll see him this weekend at the art Showcase.”

“...Fine, but only because I respect your wishes,” Sana relents.

Nayeon pulls you into her arms and Sana joins in. “I’m sorry it didn’t work out today, Y/N.”

“Yeah…me too.”

By the time Friday hits everyone in the Fine Arts department is wired up and anxious about the Showcase. You yourself are actually calm as this year you’re fully prepared and satisfied with your submission.

The way the Showcase works is there are certain exhibits that are set up and will be up all weekend; arts like photography and painting and all of the more tangible arts. Then over the course of the weekend the performing arts students will have time slots for their pieces.

You’re required to pick a time slot to be with your portfolio so that people walking by can meet you and ask you questions or give you compliments over your photos. You pick Friday night because all of your friends in the performing arts program perform Saturday and you don’t want to spend your Sunday stuck in the photography exhibit.

Friday comes and you get dressed up in the nicest clothes you own and walk over to the where the photography exhibit has been put up. You haven’t seen your pieces fully all together yet but your professor had expressed his delight of the arrangement to you so you aren’t worried. He claims you’re his star student and you have one of the biggest pieces so your art is placed in the center of the whole exhibit as the main piece.

The building where the photography exhibition is being held is in a two story building with large floor to ceiling windows that make up the walls, and white interior to give the building a modern look. The bottom floor is for concessions and entry fees so you have to go up to the second floor to see all of the actual art pieces.

When you walk into the building it’s fairly empty, bar a few other photography students and your professor. Your professor is currently conversing with another student on the bottom level so you instead go off to find your own pieces. It’s not hard, for when you make it to the second floor they’re the first thing that hits your eyes. Your pieces sit on a large white wall that is in the center of the room. Your face flushes a bit, flustered by the attention your photos will receive as everyone will have to look at them just to get to the other pieces.

You agree with your professor though, that the arrangement is perfect. It captures exactly the vibe you were trying to create. You walk over to the side of the wall where your name is printed out under the title of The Study of the Individual Person. You ignore the small blurb you had to write over the process and composition of your portfolio, knowing you’ll get even more embarrassed when you read it.

“Y/N! I thought that was you I saw walk in. Beautiful isn’t it? You have produced marvelous work once again.” Your professor is walking up to you and you turn to him and smile.

“Thank you sir, I’m very proud of this year’s collection.”

“And you should be. I just wanted to congratulate you on an amazing portfolio and to tell you the house is opening up in a few minutes here. Enjoy yourself Y/N, this weekend is for you.” With that your professor walks off again, leaving you with a nice warm feeling inside.

As he said the doors open in the next few minutes but people don’t start trickling in until about thirty minutes after the doors open. The way the university held the Showcase is that each exhibit cost a certain amount of tickets to get into. They also allow day passes or weekend passes so you have all access to every exhibit and performance. You get into all of the art exhibits for free but you have to pay to get into the performances because you’re not in the performing arts program.

Once the exhibit finally starts to pick up traction you’re busy all night. Everyone seems to have something to say to you and you’re happy to talk to them about it.

Placed on the wall are twenty-two photos, each with a different subject. You have enlisted your friends’ help for your portfolio this year, wondering how many words a picture really can tell. You told them to dress up in an outfit that represents them and to give you an activity that they liked to do. You then took pictures of them doing said activity in said outfit and tried to capture their personalities well. You wanted to show how each person is different and focus on the aspect that made your friends themselves.

You think your personal favorite photo is of Minghao, dressed up in a flowy white top and sleek black pants as he holds a paintbrush up to a half finished painting. The shirt is crisp white despite the area around him covered in paint, a blue smudge even adorning his cheek. His face is stoic as his eyes peek up over the tops of his glasses.

The photo you think does the best at capturing a personality though, is Soonyoung’s. The photo is cropped to see only the top half of his body. He’s wearing a tiger patterned button up shirt that hangs loose around him as his body is twisted into some kind of complex choreography. A wide smile adorns his face, his eyes squinting together and his teeth on full display. The black and white checkered tile background is blurred out a bit so you focus directly on Soonyoung and his movements.

You love every single photo of your friends though. You think it’s special to have captured them doing something they love. The final picture to finish off the whole spread is a self portrait. You set up an arrangement of pieces of newspaper and flowers on a hardwood floor and snapped the photo of yourself sitting in between all of it through a mirror. You cropped the photo down to mainly focus on the camera resting against your eye but the other aspects of our being are still visible.

“Y/N!” You look over at the stairs of the building and see your friends climbing up them. “This is amazing!”

“Ooh everyone, look at my photo!”

“I’m obviously the best one up here.”

“Is that Jeonghan playing board games? He’s only good at them because he cheats!”

“Oh thank god you edited out my pimples.”

You laugh as you hear your friends converse about the photos they modeled for. Your heart feels full as your friends come by to give you hugs and compliment you on your beautiful spread. They continue to look through all of your photos before everyone breaks off into groups to look at the other students, promising they’ll be back soon.

“Why is he missing?” Everyone breaks off into groups, besides Minghao.

“Who’s missing?” You look at the tall boy.

“Jihoon. Why is he missing from here,” he points to the photo wall, “and from here.” He motions around the whole building. “Jihoon isn't in your portfolio or here with the rest of us coming to support your work.”

Ever since Jihoon stood you up a few days ago Minghao has been holding a grudge against the older boy. He keeps pointing out how Jihoon has no reason to be ignoring you and he could at least text you back. He’s even tried to tell you that maybe Jihoon isn’t worth breaking your own heart over but you ignore him every time he brings it up because he’s the one who convinced you you’re in love with him to begin with.

“I just didn’t want to bother him. He’s so busy all the time and our schedules never lined up so I didn’t want to bother him with my project when I already had twenty-one other subjects, not including myself.” You shrug it off. You didn’t see it as a problem when you first made the decision not to include Jihoon, and you don’t see it as a problem now. “As for why he’s not here right now…I honestly don’t know Minghao.”

“Y/N…why isn’t your best friend here to support you? I don’t care how busy he is doing what, he should be here for you. It’s not fair to you. Even when you were up to your knees with work, you made time to see your friends. You even still check up on Jihoon who can’t even seem to remember how to text you back.”

“Hao please…I really don’t want to think about it.”

“Fine, I’ll drop it for now, but just think about it, okay?”

You can only nod at him, worried that his words might have some weight to them.

The rest of the night goes without a hitch but also without a Jihoon. After the exhibit closes for the night your friends are taking you out for a late dinner but you can’t get your mind off of your short best friend.

Exactly why wasn’t he there tonight?

The question starts to dig under your skin until you’re not sure if you’re angry or sad or just disappointed. You chalk it up to being all three. You worked hard as hell on your portfolio and Jihoon knew that because everytime you guys would talk recently you would bring it up. He had no reason to not be there tonight unless he was literally on his deathbed. Now with the negative thoughts floating around in your brain you can’t enjoy your night which upsets you even more as you go to bed with a frown on your face.

The next day you’re up bright and early to start your day. The first performance you want to catch is at 11:00am and you don’t want to miss it. The events of last night still sting a bit but you try to shove those feelings away so you can focus on supporting your friends today.

You and Sana leave your apartment at 10:15 so you guys can get to the ampitheatre early and get good seats. You pay for your day pass and you and Sana find seats towards the front but not too close. You and Sana talk to fill the time when you catch a familiar figure out of the corner of your eye. You turn your head to confirm and sure enough, a few rows away Jihoon sits by himself. From an initial glance it looks like he has a scowl on his face but you look closer and realize it’s his expression for when he’s thinking hard. You’re about to call for him but the speakers come to life and a familiar voice booms over it.

“Ladies and gentlemen, they call us Booseoksoon! Let’s go!”

Your jaw drops open as the music and singing starts on stage. You were aware that Seungkwan and Seokmin would be performing together but you didn’t realize that Soonyoung would also be performing with them. All thoughts of Jihoon are erased as you watch in amazement as your friends continue on with their performance.

You think how you will never not be amazed by Seungkwan’s voice. You also are pleasantly surprised by how well the two vocalists dance, enough to keep up with the dance major. The song is over much too soon for your liking but it’s only the first of a set of the vocal emphasis majors.

The next performance of your friends that takes you by surprise is Joshua and Hansol performing a song titled “2 Minus 1”. Joshua’s range is insane and you love the deep, cool tone that Hansol has. You enjoy even more performances from Nayeon (her song called “Love Countdown”), Jihyo (the jazz version of her song “TT”), and Mingyu and Wonwoo (a collaborative song titled “Bittersweet”). Before you know it the morning show is over and everyone starts to file out of the stadium.

When you stand you suddenly remember Jihoon but when you look for him he’s already gone. You internally groan and wonder why it’s so hard to get a hold of your best friend these days. You can’t think about it for long though because the self proclaimed Bookseoksoon is bounding up to you to collect their praise.

The rest of the afternoon is filled with looking at some of the other exhibits as you wait for the evening show. You, Sana, and a few others even stop to get lunch together before continuing browsing all of the art.

When the evening show comes around you and Sana end up sitting next to Dahyun, Seungkwan, and Hansol. Seungkwan is talking animatedly to the other boy who is just nodding along. You think they’re so cute.

Soon the performances are starting and you’re settling into your seat to enjoy them. You love watching as the dancers flow along the stage in mesmerizing movements but you’re not fully entranced until four figures in white walk onto the stage and lay on the ground. You recognize them as Jun, Soonyoung, Minghao, and Chan.

The music starts up and soon their bodies are moving together, their voices flowing through the theater. You swear in that moment you fall in love with all of them as they dance in sync on the stage. You love the way their voices sound and how their movements match the vibe perfectly. Soonyoung’s choreography always leaves you speechless.

When they finish the theater erupts in applause and you and your three friends give them a standing ovation, along with many other people in the stadium. The boys bow before walking off stage.

The rest of the performances go by and you love watching your friends on stage doing what they love. It then gets to the last performance and your breath hitches when you see who it is.

Standing in the middle of the stage in all black with a red guitar strapped to his body is Lee Jihoon. The music starts up and you automatically recognize it as the song he showed you what felt like years ago but was really only a few weeks.

The ballad-like music is soothing to the ears and like the songs he’s sang in the past everyone expects something slower but then the drums kick in and everyone is screaming at the change in pace. Your heart hammers in your chest as you hear Jihoon sing out the words he once told you were meant for you.

Everyone in the audience is going crazy but you can’t focus on them. Your eyes are glued to your best friend as he sings his heart out.

“She’s got the ruby~” Jihoon finishes and everyone in the audience jumps up to applaud. You can hear random girls as their high pitched screams ring in your ears.

You find yourself and your friends in the backstage area where a bunch of other people are waiting. Seungkwan is shoving his way through the crowds so you can meet your friends. You run into the dance majors first who have already changed out of their white outfits.

“Soonyoung! That was stunning!” You run up to him and wrap your arms around him. You pull back to hug the other boys as well as Soonyoung laughs cheerfully at the compliment.

“Hey Y/N let’s go find Jihoon!” Soonyoung is grabbing your hand and tugging you off with. You’re still half holding onto Minghao who also gets dragged along as with. Soonyoung doesn’t slow down until his best friend comes into sight. “There he is! Oh…”

You look up to see what’s caused Soonyoung’s change in demeanor. In front of you a flock of girls surround Jihoon. You’re surprised he’s even entertaining them as you know he typically doesn’t have any interest in fan girls or really any girl who he doesn’t consider a friend. One girl is hanging off his arm and giggling as he says something to her, a blush spread across his face and ears. Your face falls at the scene. Since when does he get flustered by other girls he’s never met before.

“Let’s uh, go say hi,” Soonyoung says in a small voice. He still has a grip on your arm so you’re forced to follow him as he slowly makes his way up to Jihoon who still hasn’t noticed the presence of his friends.

“So Jihoonie~ was there anyone that song was meant for?” The girl on his arm asks. Your blood boils at hearing another girl call him Jihoonie but then your heart drops when you hear Jihoon’s response.

“I mean not particularly.” He reaches up to rub at his neck awkwardly but all of the girls giggle. “I’m not really seeing anyone right now, so…”

He’s such a liar. He didn’t even berate the girl for calling him Jihoonie.

Despite your heart clenching in your chest you break your arm away from Soonyoung. You hear him call after you but you keep tearing through the crowd. You don’t know why you’re so upset. You don’t know the whole situation and it’s not like you and Jihoon are even together. That doesn’t stop you from storming all the way across campus to your apartment so you can cry yourself to sleep.

“Okay Jihoon is officially on my shit list.” Minghao’s cup slams onto the table next to you, a few drops of his drink spraying over the table as he does.

You are at lunch with Sana, Nayeon, and Minghao on Sunday to try and take your mind off Jihoon but it’s evident Minghao has other plans.

Sana snorts, “I mean he’s been on my shit list for a while.”

“Oh me too, but I found out why he wasn’t at Y/N’s photography exhibit on Friday.”

One thing you hate about Minghao is how he’s friends with Jun. You don’t really, obviously, but Jun tells him everything and that includes updates on Jihoon. A part of you doesn’t want to hear it knowing it will just break your heart even more.

“Well fucking spill it!” It doesn’t seem like Sana, Nayeon, and Minghao are going to give you a chance to choose if you want to hear it or not.

Minghao tells you guys how Jihoon was at a music event with Bumzu doing some networking for “Woozi”, the name he used for his music. There were apparently lots of famous K-Pop artists and record labels and entertainment companies there. Jun had told Minghao how he overheard Jihoon telling Soonyoung about it. Jun also heard Jihoon say the whole reason he went to the event was because he is going to be working with Bumzu on a project for some new K-Pop group that had just debuted.

“He should have at least told us, we’re his friends,” Nayeon frowns.

“What he could have done was come to the photography exhibit,” Minghao says. “He’s twenty-one and already working himself into his grave. He has time to build his music career, when will he have time to support Y/N like this again? This meant a lot to her and he didn’t even care.”

“I mean…it does prove that if he can leave his studio for this event, he can leave it to at least see his friends once in a while, but he doesn’t even make the effort. All he does is focus on music and it’s honestly kinda unsettling to see. He didn’t even celebrate his birthday this year,” Sana says.

You tune your friends out as you get lost in your thoughts about Jihoon.

It seems that Jihoon is moving up in the music world. You’re happy for him, you really truly are, this is his dream. After you guys graduate next year he’ll be off to work at HYBE and he’ll make a name for himself in the K-Pop industry. He’d get busy with producing music for himself and others and he’ll rise in fame and meet new people and go to new places. He’s paving his way into a new world, and you’re afraid that in that new world there won’t be any room for you.

You encounter Jihoon by accident. You’re at his apartment (risky move) because Soonyoung had invited you over so you guys could discuss the photos you were taking for an article in the newspaper about the dance team. Soonyoung had told you that Jihoon wasn’t home and wasn’t going to be home until later so you felt comfortable going over.

(Soonyoung admitted to you that he and Jihoon had gotten into a fight so he was also trying to avoid Jihoon to the best extent.)

You guys were just wrapping up when Jihoon walked through the door. He looked equally as surprised to see you. He awkwardly shuffled around the front door until Soonyoung got up to “give you guys some space”.

Jihoon had moved over to where you were on the couch and sat down next to you which is where you guys are now. No one has said a word yet and you don’t understand why it’s so painfully awkward. This is your best friend, you should be able to talk to one another. You try to open your mouth to say something but nothing comes out so you just close it again.

Luckily Jihoon somehow is able to break the silence. “So uhm, what are you doing over?”

“Had to talk to Soonyoung about some photos,” you say, finding your voice.

“Oh.”

Before you guys fall back into silence you muster up all your courage to finally address the elephant in the room. “I think we need to talk.”

“Yeah…”

He doesn’t say more than that so you take the chance to say what you want to. You’ve rehearsed what you want to say a million times before but now that you’re put on the spot you struggle to get it all out.

“I’m so used to seeing you everyday I guess it’s been kinda throwing me off that we’ve both been so busy lately. We haven’t even been texting and…I guess I just miss you and how we used to be even though it was only like three weeks ago. I just want to see you and for you to not always be hiding in your studio.”

Jihoon lets out a long sigh and closes his eyes tightly as he rubs at his temples. “I know I’ve been busy but I’ve finally got a big break in my career and I had a lot on my plate with the Showcase so yes I have been distancing myself but it’s for good reason.”

“I know Hoonie, and I’m so happy for you, but I’m also worried. I don’t want you overworking yourself and getting sick or anything, you still need time to take care of yourself and take breaks.”

“Well not all of us have that luxury Y/N.” Jihoon’s tone is now bordering an annoyed tone but you know you have to keep pushing through. “What I do with my own personal time isn’t any of your concern.”

“Ji…don’t say that. We’re best friends. Of course it’s going to be my concern. Someone needs to be there for you.”

“I’m fine Y/N, I don’t need a babysitter, I’m twenty-one for goodness sake.”

“You didn’t even celebrate your birthday. I know you can take care of yourself but I just want to be there for you as well. I want to look after you.”

Jihoon stands up abruptly. “You’re not looking after me Y/N, you’re being annoying. I have a lot of work to do and maybe I’d have more free time if people weren’t bothering me all the fucking time.”

You flinch a bit at his words. Jihoon has never swore at you, not once.

“There are more things in life than just music Jihoon. What about your friends? What about me?”

“What about you? So that’s what this is about. Sorry I can’t give you attention twenty-four fucking seven. I do have a life outside of you, you know. I’m working on my career so I’m so sorry if I’ve been too busy to fuck you. Well it seems you’ve been doing just fine without me for the past three weeks so just go bother someone else. I don’t need you coming to bother me all the time when I have work to do. It's irritating to have you breathing down my goddamn neck all the time.”

“Stop it Jihoon. That’s not what this is about. And what do you mean I’ve been doing just fine without you? I’ve missed you so much it’s painful. Please just calm down and we can work it out together.”

Jihoon’s outburst has attracted Soonyoung to the living room again but he doesn’t seem to be done. “You’re so goddamn clingy Y/N, can you not listen? Just leave me be, I’m not in the mood to deal with you.”

“Jihoon…you don’t mean that.” Tears are starting to well up in your eyes. You just don’t understand. Why is he acting like this? Saying these things to you?

“Can you shut up! Just get the hell out of my apartment!” Jihoon is practically growling at this point and the tears have started to fall down your face.

“Jihoon, what is wrong with you dude?” Soonyoung finally pipes up.

“If you don’t leave Y/N, I will.” Jihoon ignores his roommate.

“Jihoon, please don’t do this.” You go to read for his hand, tears streaming down your face. “Just please don’t say that. Jihoon I love you, please don’t leave me. I need you.” You don’t mean for it to slip out but your brain and your heart have different ideas on a last ditch effort to get Jihoon to stay.

“Well I don’t need you.” Jihoon snatches his hand back and shoves past Soonyoung.

“Jihoon.” Soonyoung grabs onto Jihoon’s arm but the shorter boy looks up at his friend with a piercing glare.

“Don’t you start again Soonyoung, haven’t you already done enough.” With that he tugs his arm away and you hear the door of his studio slam shut.

You’re full on sobbing now, having a full breakdown. Soonyoung rushes over to you and gathers you up in his arms. You cry into his shoulder. You’re so confused about what just happened and everything hurts and you can’t breathe.

What are you going to do now?

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