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[the-goldenbunny-diaries]

I swear @melpomene-writes as been and always will be my favorite writer. Hands down, some of the best works I’ve ever read 🧡

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im nayeon x fem!reader // smut (minors dni)

everyone has their own kryptonite. something that makes you weak beyond comparison, but you're drawn to it regardless, because it has that allure you can't quite place.

nayeon's kryptonite is lipstick. on your lips, specifically.

there's something about the way the pigment glides across your lips that sets her on edge. she can't look away when you apply it. when you reapply it after she kisses it off you. the tantalizing little mark it leaves on the bronze skin of her neck when you gently kiss it, whispering for her to take you home. the stubborn stain of it on her shirt when she pulls you in for a hug — deliberately before your freshest coat dries — as a subtle reminder to people that she's happily taken. even the way it tastes (that weirdly pleasant chemical flavor they insist on adding to every formula, even though you're not supposed to ingest it, but you can't help licking your lips afterwards, you know?) drives her mad.

but there's nothing that renders her quite so weak as the sight of your lipstick smeared against the lilac silicone of her strap as the heat of your mouth envelops the tip.

it's always fun to watch her knuckles grip the arm of your vanity chair in fleeting patience as you languidly suck her cock, putting on a little show for her, knowing she's seconds away from giving in to the carnal desire it fills her with and pounding you into the nearest surface. you never have to take it too deep, just deep enough for the paint on your lips to coalesce with your spit, leaving a few streaks down the side of the plastic.

up until today, you never realized that this little performance didn't have to be completely aesthetical.

today, there isn't just memorization in nayeon's eyes as she drinks in the sight of your lips straining around the girth of her cock; there's also concentration. you have one hand firmly pressing down on the base of her harness, rocking it upwards against her clit with every careful bob of your head. it's thick enough to make your jaw ache, but fuck is it worth it to hear the pleasured pants falling from her lips.

your stomach flutters at the slight twitching of her hips, feeling her restrain herself, fighting the urge to thrust her hips forward and fuck your face in search of her orgasm. the thought of her surrendering to that instinct makes you ache.

relaxing yourself as much as you can, you close your eyes and try to take her an inch or so deeper than comfortable, unable to stop yourself from choking a little on the toy.

"easy, love, don't hurt yourself," nayeon quickly breathes out, stumbling on a gentle moan as you grind the base against her on your way up, removing your lips carefully.

there's conflict in her brown eyes as you open yours, now ever so slightly watery. "you know, you can move your hips," you mumble against the silicone. there were several pink rings adorning its length now, perfectly smudged.

nayeon hisses softly, her breath hitching at the words. "i want you to be comfortable—"

"i will be," you assure her, smiling against the tip of the cock, beaming internally as the apprehension begins to melt from her expression when you give her the best doe-eyes you can muster. "please?"

"how do i stay no to that?" she mutters breathlessly.

victorious, you draw the tip into your mouth once more, pulse quickening as her hand cups the back of your head a little firmer.

this time, your head remains still, the ball now wholly in your lover's court. nayeon tests the waters with a slow, shallow thrust, and you maintain the harness' pressure against her clit with one hand as you bury the other between your thighs. there's nothing surprising about the river of slick you find there.

the heat against your fingertips makes you whimper around the toy, and the sound seems to flip a switch in your lover's mind. inhibitions to the wind, nayeon sets an undemanding tempo, sighing lowly with pleasure as she gently thrusts into your mouth. every sound leaving her lips found its way between your legs, blossoming into a licentious tandem with you humming in return.

a slight slip of your hand seems to press the strap against her at a more agreeable angle, for she unabashedly moans at the new sensation, hips bucking with far less control. "fuck, that's good," she breathes.

keeping your hand there, you enthusiastically stare at how her chiseled abdomen rises and falls with increasingly labored breaths. more of those gorgeously unadulterated sounds pepper themselves into her steady stream of pants. the thinnest sheen of sweat glistens against her tanned skin. as her hips seem to stutter more and more, the hand sandwiched between your thighs desperately rubs your slick heat.

"shit," she groans, sensual, guttural, tightening her hold on your head, thrusting a little deeper, a korean curse slipping from her lips in response. the depth makes you drool around the silicone, and the sight is enough to send her over the edge. nayeon whines as a hazy orgasm washes over her. her head lolls back, showing off the kissable column of her neck, leading down to her gently heaving chest underneath the confines of her sports bra. it's a sight you'll never forget.

as her body recovers and you withdraw from her strap, she laughs breathlessly. "i've... never done that,” she admits, the faintest of bashful pinks illuminating her cheeks.

"would you do it again?" you ask, wiping your chin and rising to your feet. nayeon grins, coaxing you onto her lap, seemingly through with her momentary display of shyness. you take a seat atop her thighs, shuffling forward until your chests are flush against one another.

"only if you would," she hums, her hand closing around the wrist you just had stuffed between your heated thighs. she lifts your wet fingers to her lips, tongue darting out to clean them of your slick, sighing at your taste. "fuck, did you look good with my dick in your mouth," she groans pruriently. the words make you throb.

with a leg situated either side of her hips, you grind forwards, sighing as the ridges of her strap brush against your heat. her hands greedily grab at your upper thighs, and you lean forward, hoping to ensnare her lips in a kiss.

nayeon, however, tilts her head to the side, brushing her lips against the corner of your mouth instead. you whine in indignation — you just let her fuck your face, you deserve a little kiss — but she doesn't yield, instead trailing kisses along the length of your jaw. "you've had your fun," she murmurs, low and sultry, against your skin. "now, it's my turn."

she rises from the chair, her strong grip on your thighs keeping you supported as she carries you over to the bed, lips latched onto your neck to further deny you your kiss. you're dripping with anticipation by the time she lowers you onto the mattress, carefully resting your head on the pillows. with one final peck of her lips, she reaches to the other side of the bed, grabbing another cushion.

"hips up," she hums, extra smug when you obey without hesitation. she slides the pillow underneath you, keeping your hips elevated. cheeks burning with desire, you try to guess how she's planning on taking you.

seemingly satisfied by how you're spread for her, terribly turned on but oh so well behaved, she reaches for the draw of the bedside table, taking out a bottle of lubricant: the special stimulating kind she insists on splurging for, just for your pleasure.

but that's not all she withdraws. there's a small toy in her hand, a well-loved bullet vibrator, something your lover considers to be a fantastic teammate in the bedroom.

oh, i'm fucked.

wickedly smirking, nayeon squeezes a generous amount of lube into her hand and begins to coat the strap, agonizingly slowly. both of you watch with parted lips as the smudged paint of your lipstick bleeds into the sticky liquid. as the excess runs onto the harness, you can't help but nibble your lip in anticipation, pondering just how rough she intends to be with you.

something of a laugh escapes her as she feasts her eyes on your core, undoubtedly glistening and swollen with arousal. condescending, almost. "this wet, all from sucking strap, hmm?" she purrs, keeping your legs spread either side of her hips.

you don't have time to shudder at her cocky attitude before she nudges the head of her cock against your clit. the chill of the lubricant makes you gasp — a stark contrast to the warmth of her hand caressing the apex of your thigh.

slowly, with care, she guides the bulbous tip into your heat. you can feel yourself stretch around each rib of the strap; it's so thick, if the soreness pricking at the corners of your mouth is testament to anything. overwhelmingly thick, in the best possible way. the pillow underneath your hips welcomes the strap at a sinful angle, leaving you lightly panting before she's fully bottomed out.

nayeon's eyes shamelessly roam your splayed frame, lingering on your breasts, the faint bite mark framing your nipple, the mess of your spit-slicked lips and back to where you're spread so nicely for her.

there's no haste to move when she's fully hilted inside you. she towers over you on her knees, smiling at the first breathless 'fuck' that escapes you as you adjust to her indulgent size, the scar above her lip quirking when you involuntarily clench around her.

"where'd all that confidence go?" she muses, shifting her hips deliberately, forcing the strap against the spot she knows far too well, knows exactly what it does to you. you choke on a moan as she gives a deep experimental thrust. her tongue drags across her canine as she grins, " you can take me fucking your mouth, but not your pussy? oh, honey."

whimpering, you reach down to where her hand rests on your hip, needing a bit of sympathy from the demon splitting you open. wordlessly, nayeon gives your palm a squeeze. her fingers trace the gemstone centered on the silver band decorating your ring finger, eyes tender with adoration as it glitters in the lamplight. she searches your gaze for apprehension, for an indication of discomfort, a sign that her words are too harsh, anything.

you smile up at her through drooly lips. nothing more needs to be said.

neither of you have the patience to prolong the moment. she unsheathes her cock from your warmth, licking her lips at the lavender silicone streaked with your lipstick and essence. then, with tenacity, she drives her hips forward.

precisely, her cock bullies itself against your sweet spot, undulating inside you with a roughness you'll feel tomorrow. mewling, you claw at the pillow beneath your head, immediately thrown in the deep end of pleasure. she's always merciless after you get on your knees for her, but this is different. there's no climb to the precipice. she wants to ruin you after the stunt you pulled.

groaning at the pressure of the strap against her still-sensitive nerves, nayeon fucks into you with deep, steady slams of her hips. the ribbed shaft drags against you intensely, refusing to give you a break from stimulation, slick dripping from your stretched hole. as your back arches viscerally, the tip nudges against parts of your heat you forgot existed, promptly sapping any thought from your head. all you can process is her size. she's so big, fucking you so mean, and you're so full.

strangled, pitchy, pathetic little sounds fly from your lips as she hooks her hands underneath your thighs for leverage. with your legs bowed, forced apart by her corded forearms, she's able to bury her cock deep in your guts with primal intimacy. flyaway hairs from her braid cling to her scarred bronze skin, sweaty with exertion, but it's a workout she takes great pleasure in, especially when your eyes are half rolled back in bliss.

"that's it, nice and deep," she coos. she drags out the syllables, accentuating them with two particularly cruel thrusts, making you see white.

her name escapes you in a whine. nayeon simply chuckles, continuing to snap her hips into you, well aware that the thoroughness of her fucking will have you keening and wailing embarrassingly quickly.

the bedsheets strain beneath your fingertips as you clutch them for sanity, the pit in your stomach growing dangerously close to swallowing you whole. losing yourself in the euphoric pounding of her dick, you gnaw on your bottom lip.

you don't even remember the bullet resting against the side of the pillow beneath your hips. hell, you don't even register the loss of one of her hands as she picks it up, clicking it once, then five times in quick succession until the toy vibrates with maximum intensity, the sound of buzzing cutting through your moans and her pants.

oh, you're fucked.

immediately, your eyes widen, finding a devious look on your lover's face as she smooths her messy hair with the back of her hand, pinching the vibrator between her fingers.

she laughs darkly at your expression. "what, did you think i was going to go easy on you? after what you did to me?" her eyes are clouded over with a nefarious fog. the golden glow of her brown irises may as well be nectar straight from the fruit of eden, harboring nothing but decadent lust.

you can't beg for her to turn it down a notch before she's holding the toy flush against your clit. a blinding pleasure seizes you, crawling into your skin, your bones, possessing you completely. crying out, you dig your nails into the bedding, hips stuttering under the unrelenting force of the bullet on your clit. nayeon presses it firmer against you, rocking small circles onto your nerves as her cock grinds deeper, carnal circles inside of you.

dumb with ecstasy, you moan something utterly incomprehensible. some slurred, pleasure-drunk variation of her name, presumably, but as your legs tremble with your orgasm being ripped from you, you can’t muster a shred of control over yourself. you feel yourself shake, drip, toes curling and back arching, coming loudly as the cord snaps.

"fuck, there you go, beautiful," she groans, stilling her hips to hover over you, keeping the vibe snug against your clit. "make a mess for me, damn," she curses.

you're not given a shred of compassion, zero time to recover, because she isn't showing any indication of removing the bullet from your too-sensitive nerves. her lips swallow your overstimulated cry heatedly, kissing you sloppily. you wail, tears swimming along your waterline as your hips try to squirm away from the onslaught, but your legs lock around her waist and your nails carve furious lines into her back.

nayeon keeps you full of her cock, keeps that evil toy circling your stiff, throbbing clit. "nayeon—" you manage to sob, drawing blood from the taut muscle of her back.

"take it, angel," she moans, stealing another bruising kiss.

a slew of curses is muffled against her hot mouth, not that they'd be coherent in any case. the stimulation hurts, but it hurts so fucking good, and if she stopped before you came again it would kill you. the primitive need to come for her, to be her good docile girl, to ensure her strap leaves you twice as wet as it entered you, overwhelms your fucked-out brain.

there's no warning as that pressure boils over a second time. mascara streams down your cheeks as the tears spill, your body shuddering violently against nayeon's hold. she kisses you gently as you sob, clicking off the vibe and tossing it to the side, murmuring praise and sweet nothings in korean against your quivering lips.

in your rawness, you struggle to reciprocate, lips parting but unable to meld against hers. but she's patient, as always, in these moments. a word rolls off your tongue — probably a curse, unintelligible and desperate — while waves of bliss ebb and flow through your core.

"breathe for me, baby," she whispers, the sexual deviant from moments ago replaced by your loving, wonderful fiancée. her clean hand moves to caress your cheek, thumb tracing a line up, then down, beckoning for your breaths to follow her rhythm. breathing is hard when you're so full, but you try, for her, clutching the angry scars cutting into her bicep for needed support.

heartbeats quickened by two different kinds of exhaustion gradually calm down, and after a few minutes, they find synchrony.

you find yourself smiling against her lips, boneless underneath her. a hand moves to brush over the raised scar tissue cutting into her nose. delicately, you press your lips to hers, half-lidded eyes catching a glimpse of the lazy, content smile on her face.

when nayeon pulls back, you drink in her beauty. her strong yet soft face you're convinced was hand-carved by a deity. unruly curls trying to break free from the braid tickling your shoulder. sweet, perfect lips that you'll never tire of kissing.

admist your admiration of your lover, need begins to stir within you once more, intensified only by the tenderness in your core, the gentle pulsating of your walls against the toy still nestled inside of you. if you're still yearning for her after two mind-shattering peaks, she's undoubtedly aching.

"can we keep going, without the vibe this time?" you whisper sweetly, twirling the end of her braid between your fingertips.

nayeon kisses your temple, still careful not to adjust her hips. "of course, sweetheart," she smiles. "should i be gentler—"

"no," you interject with more clarity than anticipated. her brow raises in surprise at your firmness. "you won't come again if you're gentle with me," you breathe out, tracing a pattern into the muscle of her shoulder.

her eyes darken at your words. she takes a steady breath, exhaling with a low whistle.

"are you trying to kill me?" she murmurs, her tone husky enough to make you twitch. god, she's deliciously easy to rile up, you think as your heart flutters.

before you can reply, she eases herself out of your heat. you whine at the sudden emptiness, missing the stretch her strap brings within seconds, pulsing around nothing.

nayeon pushes up onto her knees, giving you a wonderful view of her glistening abs, the messy silicone between her legs, and most tantalizing of all: the dark patch of fabric on her boxers, soaked through by her arousal and your spend.

"get on your front," she orders, raking a hand through her hair, smirking hedonistically. "ass up, keep the pillow where it is."

stammering, you roll over, positioning yourself as she demanded while hiding your excitement in the pillow by your face.

a broad hand massages the flesh of your behind as the tip of her strap teases your slick folds.

"you're not walking tomorrow."

not proofread, i'm lazy and tired and drained from work. no update for the next few days, taking a little break.

[the-goldenbunny-diaries]

WHOS 📓

I have no idea, they came from @airaibunny’s page so idk if they’re technically my anon, but they’re really nice 🤷🏻‍♀️

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I’m honored to be included on this list! Welcome anon to the community 🧡

hi! i’m new here and i just found your page (love the stories btw) can you recommend some other good writers to me, maybe some of your favorites? i’m a big twice fan ☺️ thank you so much

OMG OMG OKAY. i would def recommend my dear pookie @sahyoluvr, she’s amazing at what she does. if you feel particularly in the sad mood, i’d recommend @the-goldenbunny-diaries, she’s also great. my friend @notacelestialbeing doesn’t write on twice, but she’s still great and worth checking out. i also love @shuhwaa, ive loved their blog from the moment i got this app. and one more bc i’ll never stop talking about this person: @jinlias. seriously, they’re one of my all time favs.

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Thank you so much for writing mixed messages; I loved it! You’re writing is absolutely incredible; I love how you add so much detail, it really helps to immerse yourself in it

Thank you so so much for the kind words 🧡 That’s always been one of my goal: to immerse you all as readers into the stories and to know that I achieved that means the world to me 😊

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HELLO?!? I COME BACK TO POST AFTER A FEW DAYS AND I FIND OUT I HAVE 109 FOLLOWERS!!!! I am so beyond grateful for each and everyone one of you. Thank you for being so patient with me with my slow posts and for continuing to interact with me. Much love to all of you 🧡

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Can I request Reader is 10th member of twice and has always been close with all her members but especially Momo. Because of this their management thought it would be a good idea for them to do fan-service but only Momo was informed about it. So, basically reader thinks Momo likes her and is showing interest in her but in reality it’s all scripted. One day reader finds out because Momo has all of their interactions written in her phone and you can take it from there. Fluff ending please:)

Hi Anon! Sorry it took me so long to write this. I really enjoyed writing this and I hope you like it

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Mixed Messages

⚢ Pairing - Momo x 10th Member!Reader

✎ Word Count - 2.6k

☆ Genre - Angst/Fluff

♡ Description - You and Momo have been close ever since SIXTEEN, When your company decides to take advantage of your intimate moments with Momo to benefit themselves without your knowledge, things get rocky. (A/N: I haven't had a chance to proofread this in its entirety yet, so please bare with me if there are errors)

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Before you became the 10th member of TWICE, your journey began on the reality show "SIXTEEN." This show was the very platform that brought you closer to the members of TWICE and laid the foundation for the unique bond you shared.

SIXTEEN was a survival reality show that aimed to select the members of a new girl group, which would later become TWICE. You were one of the sixteen contestants vying for a coveted spot in the debut lineup. From the very beginning, it was clear that the competition would be fierce, as each contestant possessed their own unique talents and charm.

During the grueling weeks of training and competition on the show, you had the opportunity to get to know Jihyo, Mina, and the other members of TWICE on a personal level. You practiced together, shared meals, and offered each other support during the tough times. It was through these shared experiences that your bonds began to form.

Jihyo's unwavering determination and leadership qualities made her a source of inspiration for all of you. Mina's quiet elegance and grace captivated everyone, and she had a calming presence that helped ease your nerves. These initial interactions allowed you to see them not just as idols, but as individuals with their own dreams and aspirations.

However, it was with Momo that you formed an especially close connection during the show. You discovered a shared passion for dance and spent countless hours perfecting your moves together. Your late-night practice sessions turned into heartfelt conversations, and your friendship deepened with each passing day. Momo's infectious energy and warm personality made it easy for anyone to get close to her.

As the competition progressed, you all faced eliminations, and the pressure intensified. Bonds were forged and tested, and you relied on each other for emotional support. You remember Mina being a calming presence, Jihyo motivating all of you with her words, and Momo always ready with a comforting smile.

In the end, only a select few of you made it to the final lineup, and you were not among them. It was a bittersweet moment when you left the show, knowing that you wouldn't be a part of TWICE's official debut. But little did you know that fate had a different plan in store for you.

Shortly after the conclusion of the show, you received an unexpected call from Park Jinyoung, Mr. JYP himself. He had been impressed with your performance on the show and saw the potential for you to contribute to TWICE's success. Thus, you were brought in as the 10th member.

Eight years into your career with Twice, your management company saw an opportunity to capitalize on the natural connection between you and Momo, the connection fans had seen ever since SIXTEEN back in 2015. They believed that fan service between the two of you could add an extra layer of excitement and intrigue for ONCE. While Momo and Jihyo were fully informed about the scripted nature of these interactions, you were kept in the dark, leading you to believe that Momo’s gestures were driven by a genuine romantic interest.

As time went by, you found yourself caught up in a whirlwind of emotions. Momo's lingering glances, soft touches, and playful banter seemed to speak a language of their own, one that resonated deep within your heart. Her actions seemed to echo the unspoken feelings you had begun to harbor for her.

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The electric atmosphere of the music show's stage pulsed with energy as you and Momo settled into your seats, ready to share a recent highlight from TWICE's journey. The host's introduction sent waves of anticipation through the audience, and the spotlight turned to you both.

"Hello, everyone! We've got a fantastic treat for you today with our special guests—the dynamic duo from TWICE, Momo and Y/N!" The host's excitement was palpable, matched only by the cheers from the eager crowd.

As the host turned to you, a smile graced your lips. This was your chance to talk about a moment that was fresh in your memory—the most recent concert that had brought you and Momo even closer together.

"So, you've just wrapped up a series of incredible concerts in the US, haven't you?" the host asked, his gaze switching between you and Momo.

"That's right," Momo replied with a grin. "Our recent concerts in the States were an absolute blast. The energy from our ONCE was electrifying, and we were able to share some truly unforgettable moments."

The host leaned in, curiosity evident in his expression. "Could you give us a glimpse of one of those moments? Something that stood out to both of you?"

You exchanged a knowing glance with Momo, a shared memory already forming between you. "Well," you began, your voice filled with enthusiasm, "For our final concert, all of the members prepared special stages. Momo and I had been planning a special duet for a while, so we decided we should show it at the concert."

Momo's eyes sparkled as she shifted her chair slightly closer to yours and grasped your hand, taking you a bit by surprise. "Yes, that duet was really something. The crowd was completely invested, and the energy was through the roof. We were dancing side by side, and there was this moment where our choreography synced perfectly." 

The host leaned in, intrigued by both the story and the surprise piece of skinship. "Synced choreography? That sounds amazing!"

"It was," you continued, a subtle blush spreading across your face. "And in that moment, it felt like time slowed down. Momo and I locked eyes, and there was this unspoken connection between us. The fans were cheering, the lights were flashing, and it was as if we were in our own little world." You couldn’t help but smile as you pictured the moment again in your head. 

Momo nodded, her smile softening. "Exactly. The best part was that it wasn't just about the performance itself—it was about the shared experience, the bond we have as friends and as members of TWICE."

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With your heart still fluttering from your latest interaction with Momo, you found yourself grappling with a question that had been lingering in your mind. Wanting to seek guidance, you decided to confide in Jihyo, who was not only your fellow member but also a close friend of yours

You found her sitting alone in her room at your shared dorms, and the words spilled out before you could second-guess yourself. "Jihyo, can I ask you something?" you began, your voice tentative.

Jihyo turned to you with a warm smile. "Of course, what's on your mind?"

You took a deep breath, your gaze drifting towards the ground for a moment before you met her eyes again. "It's about Momo," you admitted, your voice softer now.

Jihyo's expression shifted slightly, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. "Momo? What about her?"

You paused for a moment, thinking about the best way to ask her. "I've been feeling... something between me and Momo. But I can't help but wonder, do you think she really likes me?"

Jihyo's eyes met yours, her expression thoughtful, and for a moment, you sensed a flicker of uncertainty in her gaze. Her lips parted as if she was about to speak, but then she hesitated. The silence hung between you, a palpable tension that you couldn't ignore.

Finally, Jihyo let out a sigh, her voice a mixture of honesty and reluctance. "I think Momo cares about you a lot," she began, choosing her words carefully. "But feelings can be complex, and sometimes, what we see isn't always the whole picture."

Your heart sank at her response, uncertainty gnawing at the edges of your thoughts. Jihyo's words left you more conflicted than before, as if the truth was both tantalizingly close and just out of reach. The conversation ended on a note of ambiguity. You thanked her before walking away, leaving you with a sense of unease that refused to be shaken off. 

Little did you know, the reason for Jihyo's hesitance went beyond what she could openly reveal. She was aware of the scripted interactions, the orchestrated gestures that had given life to a romantic facade. But it wasn't her place to shatter the illusion, and so, she found herself treading carefully around a truth that was known to her alone.

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Then, one day, as fate would have it, in a quiet corner of the practice room, you stumbled upon a moment that shattered the delicate facade you had built. Momo's phone was briefly unattended, and a curious impulse prompted you to take a peek. What you discovered within her digital world was a revelation that rocked you to your core.

In her phone were meticulously crafted notes, detailing every interaction you had shared, every glance, every touch, and every word exchanged. As you read through these entries, your heart sank as the truth became evident: the romantic moments you thought were genuine were nothing more than carefully orchestrated performances, following a script that only Momo was privy to. 

The moment of truth arrived with a mixture of dread and curiosity. You had managed to keep your discovery to yourself, unsure of how to approach Momo about it. But as the weight of the secret became too heavy to bear, you found the courage to broach the subject. 

You took a deep breath as Momo walked into the practice room and looked directly into her eyes. "Momo," you began, your voice a mixture of uncertainty and vulnerability, "Is this what I think it is? Were all of our interactions, everything we did together, scripted?"

Momo's gaze held yours, and her expression was a complex mix of remorse and understanding. She nodded slowly, her voice gentle as she responded, "Yes, it's true. The interactions between us, they were scripted for fan-service. The management thought it would be a good idea to create that illusion to appeal to ONCE."

Your heart felt like it was in your throat, the reality of the situation sinking in deeper. "So, all those moments, the glances, the laughter... they weren't real?"

Momo's expression softened, and she reached out to gently touch your arm. "The feelings behind them were real," she admitted, her voice sincere. "The bond we share, the friendship we've built, those are genuine. But the specific moments we were encouraged to showcase, those were planned."

A whirlwind of emotions swirled within you—a sense of loss, confusion, and the lingering question of where to go from here. "And the notes?" you pressed, your voice quivering slightly. "You have details for all of our interactions, even ones that haven’t happened yet?"

Momo's gaze dropped briefly, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her phone. When she looked back at you, there was a raw honesty in her eyes. "Yes," she confessed softly. "I had to keep track of everything for the fan-service plan. The past interactions we shared, as well as the future interactions the company had planned."

The weight of the truth settled heavily upon you, and for a moment, the room felt stifling. It was as if the world you had come to know had been turned upside down, revealing a new layer of complexity beneath the surface. But as you looked at Momo, the vulnerability in her expression spoke volumes—a silent admission that while the circumstances may have been manufactured, the emotions that had blossomed between you were as real as ever.

As the weight of the truth settled upon you, a tumult of emotions stirred within your chest. Disappointment mingled with a bittersweet understanding, and the sense of vulnerability you shared with Momo made the moment even more profound. But amidst the confusion and the pain of realizing that certain moments were scripted, you couldn't deny the warmth that still lingered between you two.

When your eyes met Momo's, you could see the genuine remorse and sincerity in her gaze. The silence that hung between you was broken by her soft voice. "I know I messed up," she began, her voice wavering with a mixture of regret and hope. "But please, can you find it in your heart to give me a second chance?"

Your heart wavered as you gazed into her eyes, searching for the truth in her words. Momo's vulnerability was palpable, and you could see the pain she felt for not being completely forthcoming with you. Despite the scripted interactions, you couldn't deny the genuine connection that had grown between you.

Taking a moment to gather your thoughts, you spoke with a mix of caution and sincerity. "Momo, this is a lot to process," you admitted, your voice soft but steady. "I appreciate your honesty now, but I need time to understand my own feelings."

Momo nodded, her gaze never leaving yours. "I understand," she said, her voice filled with understanding. "I'm willing to wait, to give you the time you need. But please know that my feelings for you have always been real."

Days turned into weeks, and amidst the quiet contemplation, you found your thoughts repeatedly returning to Momo. Despite the scripted fan-service, the bond you had formed was unbreakable. You remembered the genuine laughter, the shared dreams, and the way she had been there for you through both triumphs and challenges. It was clear that the emotions you felt for her were just as real as any script could ever dictate.

On a warm August evening, as the two of you found yourselves sharing a quiet moment in the practice room, you looked at Momo, your heart speaking more clearly than ever before. "Momo," you began, your voice filled with a mixture of vulnerability and determination, "I've thought about this a lot, and I've come to realize that what we have is too special to let go."

Momo's eyes widened with hope, her breath catching in anticipation of your next words.

You took a deep breath, your gaze unwavering as you continued, "I want to give us a chance, a real chance, beyond scripts and fan-service. I want to be with you, Momo, not as a performance, but as a partner."

Tears welled up in Momo's eyes, her lips curving into a radiant smile. "Yes," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. "I've been waiting for this, for us."

In that moment, you closed the distance between you, your heart racing as you cupped her face gently with your hand. With the sincerity of your emotions guiding you, you leaned in, your lips meeting Momo's in a soft and tender kiss.

Time seemed to stand still as your lips brushed against hers—a moment of truth, vulnerability, and shared affection. The scripted interactions may have brought you together, but it was the undeniable chemistry and the depth of your feelings that made this kiss feel like the most genuine moment of all.

As you pulled away, the world around you felt hushed, the energy of your connection palpable. Momo's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locked onto yours with an intensity that mirrored your own.

"This is real, isn't it?" she whispered, her voice tinged with awe.

You smiled gently, your heart full of warmth. "Absolutely real," you affirmed, your voice steady and sincere.

And as you held each other in a quiet embrace, you both knew that this was the beginning of a new chapter—a chapter defined by the authenticity of your emotions, the depth of your connection, and the unwavering truth of your hearts. The scripted interactions had led you here, but it was your shared journey that would guide you forward, hand in hand, into a love story that was truly your own.

#kpop #kpop gg #kpop imagines #kpopidol #twice x reader #kpop fluff #twice fluff #twice angst #kpop angst #hirai momo #twice momo #momo #momo x reader

[the-goldenbunny-diaries]

hey! could you do a mina x y/n angst w the prompt "no, don’t touch me. you went too far”

Hi anon!! Here you go ☺️ I hope you like it!

[the-goldenbunny-diaries]

Don't Touch Me

⚢ Pairing - Mina x Reader

✎ Word Count - 1.9k

☆ Genre - Fluff/Angst

♡ Description - When a passionate moment takes an unexpected turn due to a lack of communication and understanding of boundaries. (A/N: I honestly don't like the way this ended up, but every time I re-wrote it, it kept getting worse, so here's my first draft of this story)

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The first time you laid eyes on Mina was a moment etched vividly in your memory. It was an evening of enchantment, a ballet performance that held the promise of graceful movements and ethereal storytelling. The stage was adorned with delicate props, and the anticipation in the air was palpable as the curtains slowly unveiled the world of "Swan Lake."

Amidst the sea of elegant dancers, one figure stood out with an almost otherworldly presence - Mina. Her every movement seemed to be imbued with a combination of strength and vulnerability that captivated everyone in the audience, including yourself. Her form seemed to glide effortlessly, her expression conveying a deep connection to the performance.

As the story of love and transformation unfolded on stage, your eyes remained fixated on Mina, mesmerized by her artistry. Her every gesture, every expression, seemed to convey emotions that resonated on a profound level. There was an unspoken dialogue between her and the audience, a connection that transcended the boundaries of the stage.

Applause filled the air after the mesmerizing ballet performance, each performer going to the front of the stage and taking their final bow. When Mina came to the front, you found yourself cheering and clapping just a bit louder for her. She took a quick glance in your direction and flashed you a smile, drawing you into her elegant aura even more. 

As you exited the theater, the lingering sense of wonder drew you to the reception area, where you spotted Mina amidst a group of admirers. Mina's performance had left an indelible impression on you, and you couldn't resist the urge to connect with her. Taking a deep breath, you approached her, a mixture of nervousness and excitement coursing through you.

"Hi, Mina," you began, a warm smile on your lips.

Mina turned towards you, her eyes still alight with the energy of the stage. "Oh, hi there! Thank you so much for your kind words."

"I was truly captivated by your performance," you said, your admiration genuine. "The way you moved on stage was absolutely breathtaking."

A blush graced Mina's cheeks, and she offered a grateful smile. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. It means a lot to me."

There was a brief pause, and you mustered your courage, the words forming in your mind before spilling out. "Mina, I was wondering if you'd be interested in continuing this wonderful evening over dinner. There's a charming restaurant nearby that I've heard great things about. Would you be open to joining me?"

Mina's eyes held a spark of interest, and a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "That sounds like a lovely idea, actually."

Your heart skipped a beat, relief and happiness flooding over you. "Great! Here, let me give you my number. You can let me know when you're available, and we can make the arrangements."

Mina took your phone and exchanged numbers, a playful glint in her eyes. "Looking forward to it."

As you parted ways, the anticipation of the upcoming dinner date filled the air. The stage might have been where you first encountered Mina's artistry, but this step you had taken was your own performance, one of courage and connection, setting the stage for a new chapter in your story.

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In the soft glow of the evening sun, you stood outside the charming restaurant, your heart pounding with anticipation. You adjusted your necktie and took a deep breath before stepping into the restaurant. Once inside, you scanned the room, your eyes landing on her. Mina sat at a corner table, radiant in a flowing dress that echoed the elegance of her ballet days. Her smile lit up the room as you approached, and you felt a rush of warmth flood your veins.

"Hi, Mina," you greeted with a smile, pulling out the chair across from her.

"Y/N, it's wonderful to see you," Mina replied, her voice carrying the same melodic quality that had entranced you during the ballet.

You delved into conversation effortlessly, discussing your mutual love for the arts and your favorite moments from the performance. As the courses arrived, you shared stories about your lives, your dreams, and your aspirations. Laughter intertwined with the clinking of glasses, and a comfortable camaraderie grew between you.

Throughout dinner, you couldn't help but be drawn to Mina's expressive eyes, which held a depth that hinted at the stories she had to tell. And as the evening progressed, the initial nerves you had felt transformed into a feeling of serenity in her presence.

As dessert was served, Mina leaned in, her eyes sparkling. "You know, it's been a while since I've felt so at ease with someone."

You smiled warmly. "The feeling is mutual, Mina. I'm really glad we had the chance to connect."

As the evening came to a close, you hesitated for a moment, your heart racing again. Summoning your courage, you said, "Mina, I have an idea. Would you like to continue our conversation at my place? I've got a collection of old vinyl records, and I'd love to share some of my favorites with you."

Mina's eyes lit up, and she nodded. "That sounds lovely."

Outside the restaurant, the air felt cool against your skin as you strolled along the dimly lit streets. The anticipation in the air was palpable, a mixture of shared stories and unspoken emotions.

Arriving at your apartment, you carefully selected a few vinyl records, each one holding a special memory or emotion for you. The soft crackling of the record player filled the room as you settled onto the couch, surrounded by the warm embrace of music and dim lighting.

As the night unfolded, you listened to songs that spanned eras and genres, sharing your thoughts on the music and allowing the melodies to weave a tapestry of emotions around you. And in the gentle quiet between tracks, your hands brushed against each other and fingers intertwined naturally.

As one record ended, you and Mina found yourselves lost in each other's presence. The air was charged with a mix of excitement and nervous energy, both aware of the unspoken tension between you. You had been on many first dates, but tonight, however, felt different—more intense, more vulnerable.

As you sat on the couch, your fingers intertwined, Mina's eyes met yours. The words that had been left unsaid seemed to hang in the air, and a knowing smile played on both your lips. 

“Mina, can I kiss you?” You asked pensively. The world around you seemed to fade as Mina answered your question with her actions rather than her words, your lips finally meeting, tentatively at first, but quickly growing more passionate. 

Your kisses deepened, the spark between you igniting into a blazing fire. Your hands began to explore, gently tracing Mina's contours, sending shivers down her spine. The sensation was intoxicating, and you both felt the desire building within you.

But as the intensity grew, Mina's breath hitched, and she gently pulled away, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She looked into your eyes, her own filled with a mix of longing and uncertainty.

"Y/N," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rapid beating of your hearts. "I... I don't think we should go any further."

Caught in the heat of the moment, you paused for a heartbeat, your desire urging you on. "Mina, I... I want this," you admitted, your voice husky with emotion.

Mina's eyes searched yours, her expression conflicted. "I want you too, but I'm not ready for that step just yet. I hope you understand."

There was a moment of silence, the weight of Mina's words sinking in. Your desire intensified, making it difficult to think clearly. You leaned in closer, your lips hovering near hers.

"I need you," you murmured, your voice laced with need. 

You surged forward, slamming your lips back onto Mina’s. You kissed her with every ounce of passion that you could muster, trying to express how much you truly needed this. Mina’s eyes widened, shocked at your sudden shift in demeanor. She tried her best to push away, but you were too strong for her. After noticing Mina sitting still for a few moments, you pulled back. 

“Please, Mina.” You practically begged her.

As you reached out to kiss her again, Mina's firmly planted a hand on your chest. "Don't touch me. You've gone too far," she said firmly, her voice holding a note of warning.

You froze, the reality of her words hitting you like a bucket of cold water. It was as if the spell had been broken, and you suddenly realized the gravity of your actions. You pulled away, your heart pounding with a mixture of embarrassment and regret.

As the weight of Mina's decision settled over you, you felt a crushing disappointment that seemed to suffocate the air around you. This was not how you had envisioned your first date with her. The moments that had held so much promise now seemed tainted with regret.

"I'm sorry," you managed to say, your voice tinged with a mixture of sadness and regret. "I didn't mean for things to go this way."

Mina's eyes were downcast, her fingers nervously playing with the edge of her shirt. "I wanted this to be special, Y/N. I wanted us to take our time and really get to know each other."

You nodded, the lump in your throat making it difficult to speak. "I understand. I should have been more patient."

A heavy silence hung between you, the atmosphere fraught with unspoken emotions. This was not how you had anticipated your first date would end – with an unfulfilled kiss and a sense of missed opportunities.

"I think it's best if we take a step back," Mina finally said, her voice soft but firm. "I need time to process everything."

You looked at her, the weight of her words sinking in. "Will we see each other again?" you asked, trying to hide the desperation in your voice.

Mina hesitated, her gaze meeting yours briefly before she looked away. "I don't know, Y/N. I need to figure things out."

You nodded slowly, feeling a knot of sadness tightening in your chest. It was clear that your impulsive actions had derailed the potential of something beautiful before it even had a chance to blossom.

"I hope you find what you're looking for," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Mina managed a weak smile, but her eyes held a sadness that mirrored your own. "Thank you."

As she walked away from the place where your first date had ended up, the weight of the missed opportunity pressed heavily on your shoulders. The lessons you had learned about communication and respecting boundaries were now etched into your heart with a sense of regret. The memory of Mina's disappointed expression and the emptiness of a connection lost lingered, a painful reminder of what might have been.

Days turned into weeks, and Mina's absence continued to echo in your thoughts. The initial excitement of meeting someone special had been replaced with a sense of loss and longing. And as time passed, you couldn't help but wonder if things could have taken a different turn if only you had been more patient, more considerate, and more aware of the impact of your actions.

#kpop #kpop gg #kpop imagines #kpopidol #twice x reader #kpop fluff #twice fluff #twice angst #kpop angst #mina #twice mina #twice mina scenarios #myoui mina

[the-goldenbunny-diaries]

ahh pouty jeongyeon is too adorable 🤧 thank you! i love it 😍

ahhh!! I'm so happy you enjoyed it. I had a lot of fun writing it. Thank you so much for sending in the ask <3

[the-goldenbunny-diaries]

hi can you write a jeongyeon x reader scenario where jeongyeon is being jealous (in a cute way)?

Hi anon! I really liked this ask and I hope you like where I went with it <3

[the-goldenbunny-diaries]

My Favorite Pout

⚢ Pairing - Jeongyeon x Reader

✎ Word Count - 1.2k

☆ Genre - Fluff

♡ Description - An amusement park on a vibrant summer day, filled with colorful rides, mouthwatering treats, and the joyful chatter of visitors. You and Jeongyeon are exploring the park together, excited for a day of adventure. (A/N: Sorry it's a bit on the shorter side, but I didn't want to add things just for shits and giggles. I hope you like it anon)

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The amusement park was a kaleidoscope of colors and excitement, a world of endless possibilities where every corner held a new adventure. Thrilling rides adorned with flashing lights soared into the sky, children clutched fluffy cotton candy as they squealed with delight, and the air was filled with the tantalizing aroma of popcorn and freshly fried treats.

You and Jeongyeon had arrived early, eager to make the most of the day's promise of joy and thrills. As you strolled hand in hand through the bustling park, the vibrant energy was infectious. Laughter and screams of excitement intertwined with the upbeat melodies playing from the various attractions.

Your first stop was a quaint café where you indulged in ice cream sundaes, sharing laughter as you playfully debated over the best combination of toppings. With your sweet treats freshly devoured, you ventured toward the dizzying heights of your favorite roller coaster, enjoying the sense of thrill and shot of adrenaline it gave the two of you.

As you got off the coaster, hearts pumping from the shared experience, you ventured toward the playful chaos of the bumper cars. Giggles erupted as you and Jeongyeon expertly maneuvered your cars, trying to "accidentally" bump into each other while avoiding the other eager participants.

With your cheeks flushed from laughter and the afternoon sun, you decided to explore the carnival games section. The enticing ring toss game caught your eye, a challenge both of you were willing to take on.

Jeongyeon glanced at the game, then back at you with a mischievous grin. "Hey, want to try your luck?"

You shrugged with a grin, up for a challenge. "Sure, why not?"

You handed over a few tokens and took the ring, readying yourself for the throw. The first attempt missed by a hair's breadth, but you remained determined. On your second try, the ring landed perfectly on a bottle, earning you a small plush toy.

Jeongyeon applauded, clearly impressed. "Nice shot! You've got some skills."

You chuckled, feeling a sense of accomplishment. "Beginner's luck, maybe?"

Just then, a couple in front of you successfully tossed a ring onto a peg, winning a massive teddy bear. Jeongyeon's eyes widened, and you could see a playful fire ignite within them.

"Alright, my turn!" she declared, handing over the tokens and receiving the rings.

She focused intensely on the game, her brows furrowed in concentration. The first throw missed, but her determination didn't waver. On her second try, the ring landed on a peg, earning her a smaller stuffed animal.

Jeongyeon pouted playfully, though her eyes were sparkling with a mix of amusement and competitive spirit. "Well, it seems I need to practice more."

You grinned, enjoying her adorable reaction. "Don't worry, Jeongyeon. You'll get that teddy bear next time."

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As your adventures continued, you found yourselves exploring more games and attractions at Jeongyeon’s request, embracing the playful challenge of each new experience. With each success or near-miss, her competitiveness remained endearingly evident. Every time you encountered couples who had won bigger prizes or showcased daring feats of bravery, you couldn't help but notice the spark of determination in Jeongyeon's eyes.

Amidst the laughter and the moments of playful competition, you stumbled upon a photo booth tucked away in a corner of the park. Jeongyeon's eyes lit up at the sight, and she tugged at your hand excitedly. "Hey, let's capture this day forever."

You chuckled and followed her into the photo booth. The booth was filled with props, from silly hats to oversized sunglasses, promising a fun and memorable experience. You both selected a few props and squeezed into the cozy space, striking poses and laughing as the camera captured your joyful moments together.

After the series of flashes, the photo booth printed out a strip of photos. You eagerly grabbed it and examined the images, your heart swelling with affection as you looked at the snapshots of your day. The photos showcased both of your playful sides, capturing genuine smiles, candid moments, and even a few silly expressions.

Jeongyeon leaned over, her eyes tracing the photos. "These are perfect, just like our day."

You nodded, a warm feeling spreading through your chest. "Absolutely, Jeongyeon. These photos will remind us of the amazing time we had."

As the sun began to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the park, you and Jeongyeon found yourselves in front of the towering Ferris wheel. Its vibrant lights danced against the darkening sky, creating a picturesque backdrop for the closing moments of your adventure.

Hand in hand, you both stepped into a gondola of the Ferris wheel. The ride's slow ascent provided a moment of calm after a day filled with excitement. As you reached the top, the view stretched out before you, the park illuminated in a mosaic of colors below.

Jeongyeon's gaze lingered on the scene, a soft smile gracing her lips. "You know, today has been more amazing than I could've imagined."

You looked at her, your heart brimming with affection. "I'm glad we could share this day together."

She turned to you, her eyes holding a mixture of playfulness and sincerity. "And you know, there's just one thing that could've made it even more perfect." You eagerly waited as she paused, her voice barely above a whisper. "Winning that massive teddy bear earlier."

You burst into laughter, her playful jealousy taking on a new twist. "Ah, so that's what it was all about?"

Jeongyeon chuckled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Well, maybe. But honestly, I'd choose this day with you over any teddy bear."

She glanced at you with a soft smile, her voice carrying a hint of emotion. "You know, I might not have won the biggest prizes or conquered the craziest rides, but I've definitely won something precious today."

You returned her smile, feeling your heart swell with love. "And what's that?"

Her gaze held yours, unwavering and sincere. "Moments like these, with you. No prize or ride can top that."

You leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender kiss, surrounded by the enchanting atmosphere of the Ferris wheel's pinnacle. The city lights glimmered below, and in that moment, it felt as if the world had faded away, leaving only the two of you and the bond you shared.

As the Ferris wheel slowly descended, you held each other close, cherishing the tranquility of the moment. The lights of the amusement park danced around you, reflecting the joy and warmth that had filled your day. Her lighthearted jealousy had transformed into a deeper appreciation for the unique connection you had, making every moment together a precious memory etched in your hearts.

You smiled at her, your heart overflowing with affection. "You know, Jeongyeon, speaking of moments, I have to admit something."

She raised an eyebrow playfully. "Oh, really? Do tell."

You chuckled and gently tapped her nose. "Your pout, Jeongyeon. It's got to be my favorite pout in the whole wide world."

Her eyes widened, a playful blush creeping onto her cheeks. "Oh, come on! You're just saying that."

You shook your head, your expression sincere. "No, really. It's like a mix of cute and slightly sassy, and it gets me every time."

Jeongyeon let out a soft laugh, her pout turning into a grin. "Well, I guess I'll have to remember that for future reference."

You both shared a lighthearted laugh, the moment filled with the warmth of your connection. As the Ferris wheel continued its descent, the lights of the amusement park created a magical backdrop for the culmination of your day. Playful moments, heartfelt confessions, and a symphony of emotions had woven together to create a memory that neither of you would ever forget.

#kpop #kpop gg #kpop imagines #kpopidol #twice x reader #kpop fluff #twice fluff #jeongyeon #twice jeongyeon #jeongyeon x read #yoo jeongyeon

[the-goldenbunny-diaries]

Hey everyone! THANK YOU SO MUCH for all the love and support you’ve shown me on my posts. It truly means a lot to me. I want to apologize for not posting recently. I recently attended the “Head In The Clouds” festival this weekend in LA. I had a ton of fun, but I had no absolutely time to post anything. Once I fly back home and get settled in, I’ll get back to my rhythm of writing and posting again. Please stay tuned to some new posts! 🧡

~ Kate 🐧

[the-goldenbunny-diaries]

Thank you so much for writing “noise”; your writing is incredible. I loved it.

You’re so welcome!!! I really hope I did the request justice. Thank you for reading 🧡

[the-goldenbunny-diaries]

An imagine where nayeon and reader are in an established relationship and get into a heated argument(about whatever you choose) and nayeon eventually snaps and starts yelling at reader(because she forgot reader has previous trauma from constantly getting yelled at by her parents when she was younger) which causes her to breakdown and lock herself in their shared bedroom. Nayeon immediately realizes and tries to run after her before she locks herself away and you can take it from there. Thank you, I hope this makes sense lol(airaibunny recommended you btw)

Hi Anon! I'm glad airaibunny sent you my way! I hope that you like this <3

[the-goldenbunny-diaries]

Noise

⚢ Pairing - Nayeon x Reader

✎ Word Count - 1.8k

☆ Genre - Angst/Fluff

♡ Description - When an argument brings up past trauma, will you have to face it alone?

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Amidst the ebb and flow of life's rhythm, your love with Nayeon had taken root, blossoming into an extraordinary bond. Together, you had crafted a haven in your small, cozy apartment, where laughter and joy danced freely, and shared dreams found their place in the tapestry of your lives. Over time, you had learned to communicate openly, navigating the highs and lows of a deeply committed relationship. However, despite the warmth and affection you both shared, there were remnants of your past that lingered in the shadows of your heart. As a child, you had grown up in an environment filled with constant yelling and discord, leaving behind emotional scars that still haunted you to this day. 

Nayeon's passion for art was something that brought a sparkle to her eyes and a radiance to her spirit. She had always been an artist at heart, her imagination constantly brimming with colorful ideas waiting to be brought to life. This particular project was an intricate art installation that aimed to capture the essence of nature's beauty within the confines of your cozy apartment.

Throughout the living room, an array of canvases and sculptures adorned the space, each meticulously crafted with skill and dedication. Vivid landscapes seemed to leap from the walls, depicting lush forests, serene lakes, and vibrant sunsets. Intricate sculptures made of various materials showcased delicate flowers in bloom, cascading waterfalls, and majestic wildlife.

The room had become Nayeon's sanctuary, a place where she could pour her heart and soul into her work, and where her passion spilled over into every brushstroke and every sculpting stroke. Her love for art was contagious, and as you watched her immerse herself in the creative process, you couldn't help but be in awe of her talent and dedication.

As Nayeon worked, the mess of art supplies and half-finished creations surrounded her like a halo of inspiration. While her passion was undeniable, the chaos sometimes became a point of contention between the two of you. For Nayeon, the mess was a necessary part of her creative process, a testament to the energy and emotion she poured into her work. But for you, the untidiness sometimes served as a reminder of your past, triggering a feeling of chaos that you struggled to contain.

Despite the occasional arguments about tidiness, you admired Nayeon's artistic spirit and how it brought beauty and life into your home. It was a reflection of the vibrant and imaginative woman you had fallen in love with, and you knew that her creative endeavors were a vital part of what made her the extraordinary person she was.

As you stepped wearily into your apartment after a long and tiring day at work, you couldn't help but notice the sight that greeted you in the living room. Nayeon's belongings were scattered all over the place, creating a colorful mess of art supplies and half-finished projects. Her passion for creativity had transformed the space into a beautiful chaos, but today, it seemed to trigger an unexpected surge of anxiety within you. The clutter reminded you of your traumatic past, bringing back memories of constant yelling and discord from your childhood. However, as the overwhelming feeling of helplessness washed over you, you decided to push those feeling away and spend time with the love of your life.

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You tried your best to ignore the mess in the living room as you and Nayeon sat down for dinner, but the unease persisted in the back of your mind. As the evening progressed, you engaged in light-hearted conversation, laughing at Nayeon's jokes and sharing the horrible stories from your day. Yet, the chaos around you seemed to magnify, making it difficult to fully relax. You longed to be fully present with Nayeon, but the past trauma tied to untidiness weighed heavily on your heart. Despite your efforts to push it aside, the clutter continued to gnaw at your peace of mind, leaving you torn between wanting to express your feelings and not wanting to dampen the joy of your time together. As Nayeon was telling you about her newest project, showing you all of the intricate details, you decided to tell her how you were feeling.

"Nayeon, I love that you're passionate about your work, but the mess is becoming overwhelming," you said, trying to keep your voice calm.

Nayeon looked up from her project, her eyes flashing with irritation. "Why do you always have to criticize everything I do when it comes to my art?" she retorted, her tone already elevated.

"I'm not criticizing, I just want us to keep the place tidy," you replied, your voice slightly shaky as you tried to maintain your composure.

"But it's my space too, and I don't need you micromanaging me all the time!" Nayeon exclaimed, her frustration evident in every word.

You took a deep breath, trying to suppress the rising anxiety. The intensity of her words triggered that familiar fear within you. You wanted to speak up, to tell her how much the yelling affected you, but the words got stuck in your throat. The room felt suffocating, and you took a step back, trying to create some distance. "I'm not trying to micromanage you," 

"Why are you stepping away?" Nayeon asked, her voice sounding more desperate now. "We need to work this out together. You can't just shut me out."

"I'm not shutting you out," you whispered, your vulnerability showing through. "I'm just overwhelmed, and I need a moment to breathe."

But Nayeon was caught up in her own anger, unable to see the pain in your eyes. "You always do this!" she shouted, the frustration boiling over. "You think you can just escape from your problems, but you're only making it worse!"

Her words hit you like a sledgehammer. It wasn't Nayeon's fault; she didn't know about your past. But the weight of her anger and the memories of your parents' yelling crushed your defenses. Tears welled up in your eyes, and you felt that childlike vulnerability consuming you.

"I just want to create a calm, inviting environment, and the mess is triggering some old memories for me." You whispered, tears brimming in your eyes.

Nayeon's brow furrowed, confusion replacing some of her frustration. "What do you mean, old memories?" she asked, her voice still tinged with annoyance.

You hesitated for a moment, the weight of your past trauma pressing on your chest. "When I was a kid, my parents used to yell at me a lot for not being tidy enough," you admitted, feeling vulnerable.

Nayeon's expression softened, her anger momentarily replaced by concern. "I didn't know that," she said, her voice gentler now.

"I know, and I didn't want to burden you with it," you replied, feeling tears welling up in your eyes.

Instead of understanding your vulnerability, Nayeon's frustration began to resurface. "I can't believe you're bringing up something from your past and making it about me not being tidy enough!" she said, her voice rising again. "You always do this, making everything about you and your issues!"

Her words struck a nerve, and the memories of being constantly yelled at as a child flooded back, making it hard to breathe. "I'm not trying to make it about me," you tried to explain, your voice shaking with emotion. "I just need you to understand how it affects me."

But Nayeon was too caught up in her own anger to see the pain in your eyes. "Stop being so sensitive!" she snapped. "You need to stop making everything into a big deal."

The echo of her words mirrored the harshness of your past, and you couldn't bear it any longer. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you felt that same vulnerability from your childhood resurfaces.

Unable to find the words to continue, you turned away, seeking solace and safety in the privacy of your shared bedroom. As you locked yourself in, the echoes of Nayeon's raised voice still ringing in your ears, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the memories and emotions that had been triggered.

All alone, the weight of the argument bore down on you like an overwhelming wave. Negative thoughts and memories of your traumatic past flooded your mind, leaving you drowning in a sea of anxiety and pain. The echoes of your parents' yelling, a constant reminder of your perceived inadequacy, resurfaced with a vengeance, making you feel small and helpless once more. In the wake of the argument with Nayeon, the clutter that triggered your memories had become an insurmountable mountain, threatening to consume your sense of self-worth. Your heart ached as you struggled to break free from the cycle of fear and vulnerability, drowning in your thoughts, desperately seeking a lifeline to pull you back to the surface.

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Outside the door, Nayeon stood with wide eyes, her heart sinking as the gravity of her words and actions finally sank in. She hadn't realized how deep your trauma was or how severely her words had affected you. Guilt and regret washed over her, and she cursed herself for not being more understanding in the moment.

As the minutes passed, she couldn't bear the thought of you feeling hurt and vulnerable because of her. The realization of how she had unknowingly triggered your painful memories weighed heavily on her heart. She replayed the argument in her mind, recognizing her own shortcomings and the lack of empathy she had shown.

Fighting back tears, Nayeon knew she had to apologize and make amends immediately. Rushing to the bedroom door, she called out your name, her voice filled with genuine concern and remorse. "I'm so sorry... Please, let me in. I didn't mean to hurt you. I want to understand, I want to be there for you," she pleaded.

On the other side of the door, your tears had finally subsided, leaving you emotionally exhausted. As you heard Nayeon's voice filled with sincerity and regret, your heart ached, torn between wanting to be comforted by her and needing time to process everything.

Reluctantly, you unlocked the door, and Nayeon entered, her eyes red and watery. She approached you cautiously, as if afraid of causing any further pain. "I'm so, so sorry," she repeated, reaching out to touch your hand gently. "I never wanted to hurt you like this. I should have been more sensitive to your feelings."

Tears welled up in your eyes again as you looked into her remorseful eyes. "I know you didn't mean it," you whispered, your voice still shaky. "It's just... a sensitive topic for me, and I didn't expect it to affect me this way."

"I should have known better," Nayeon said, her voice filled with self-blame. "I'll be more mindful from now on, and I promise to support you better through everything."

You nodded, feeling a glimmer of hope that she truly understood the impact of her actions. "I need time to heal from this," you admitted, feeling vulnerable yet again. "But I appreciate your willingness to learn and grow together."

Nayeon wrapped her arms around you gently, pulling you into a comforting embrace. "We're in this together," she said softly. "I love you, and I'll do everything I can to be the partner you deserve."

In that moment, you felt a mix of emotions - pain from the argument, but also gratitude for Nayeon's willingness to understand and change. The road to healing might be challenging, but knowing that Nayeon was by your side, supporting you, gave you the strength to face the past and build a brighter future together.

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Do you write for (G)I-DLE ALSO

Hi! I would love to write for (G)I-DLE. I’m just most familiar with TWICE, which is why that’s all I’ve written thus far, but please: if you have an IDLE request you’d like me to write, send it my way 😊