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Minji - Valentine

Y/n looked at the date written on the whiteboard while Mrs Yoon, their social studies teacher was going through a practice paper.

"Hey, Minji. Do you have anything you want lately?" Y/n asked, whispering to Minji.

"Nothing, why?" Minji answered, looking at him suspiciously.

"I was just wondering... maybe there's something you like to eat or drink?" Y/n asked, making Minji inspect him, inching closer to him.

"Are you trying to do something?" Minji asked, pointing her finger at him.

"No...? What would I be doing?" Y/n answered, looking away, slightly guilty.

"Y/n and Minji. What are you two doing?" Mrs Yoon asked.

"Nothing." They both answered, shaking their heads.

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During lunch

"Hey, what do you think is a good present for a girl?" Y/n asked Hanni, who was sitting alone and eating.

"Hmm... maybe something like a flower?" Hanni answered, thinking for awhile.

"Flower...?" Y/n repeated her answer.

"Yeah. I think girls like flowers. I mean if you want to know what she likes. You should ask her yourself. Why are you asking this?" Hanni asked.

"I... I was just wondering." Y/n stuttered before lying.

"You know... if you are trying to get her a gift. You should consider what other guys have tried to give her." Hanni advised Y/n.

"I don't really understand?" Y/n asked, confused and scratching his head.

Hanni giggled at his actions and leaned over, whispering to him.

"Haven't you realised? Minji is very popular with boys, there are many guys that have tried to leave her gifts and letters but Minji never ever reciprocated any of them." Hanni said to him, before sitting back and eating her food.

"Oh... what do you think... Minji likes?" Y/n asked, hesitating a little.

"You are trying to get a valentine gift for Minji, aren't you?" Hanni teased him.

"Huh? No...! For Minji? No way!" Y/n exclaimed.

"She's so... mean!"

Y/n tapping on Minji's shoulder, wanting to talk to her in the middle of class.

Minji shrugged it off, and ignored him.

"I'm busy." Minji said, focusing on her assignment.

"Let's talk!" Y/n said, cheerfully poking on her shoulder.

"Stop, or else I tell the teacher." Minji warned.

"Fine...." Y/n gave up, biting his lips, disappointed. *

"She's not even that pretty! Or Cute!"

Y/n looks at Minji from the side, smiling as Minji focuses on writing on her notebook and decorating it.

She looked so beautiful... her left side of the face exposed to him, although slightly covered by her smooth black hair, it however nicely compliments her features.

And when Minji smiles at her work, pulling back her hair behind her ears. Y/n smiled even brighter, in fact hiding it when Minji caught him smiling like a fool.

"What are you doing?" Minji asked.

"Nothing!" Y/n said, turning back to read his book.

"She bullies me too." Y/n pouts.

"Let's partner up for this assignment." Minji said to Y/n.

"I want to partner with Sullyoon." Y/n said, tapping on the table timidly.

"You don't want to partner with me?" Minji asked, leaning closer to him, making Y/n fluster.

"I do but..." Y/n said, unable to look at her in the eyes when she was so close to him.

"Then partner with me." Minji folded her arms.

"Fine." Y/n said, secretly happy.

"But has Minji accepted anyone's gift before?" Y/n asked, curious.

Hanni thought for a while and said, "I don't think so."

"But I know what she would like." Hanni said, finishing up her food.

"Really? What would she like?" Y/n asked, trying to contain his excitement.

"Why do you want to know?" Hanni teased him.

"I'm just... curious!" Y/n defended himself.

Hanni smiled at his reaction and got up to put away her plate.

But not before telling Y/n what Minji would like, "A sincere gift!" Hanni said.

"A sincere gift?" Y/n asked again, scratching his head.

"What is a sincere gift?" Y/n asked.

"I don't know. Figure it yourself!" Hanni said, laughing and walking away.

And when Hanni entered the class, Minji pulled her to sit beside and asked. "What do you think a boy would like?"

"What do you mean?" Hanni asked.

"You know... what would a boy like?" Minji asked, thinking.

"I'm not a boy!" Hanni answered, confused.

"What would you give to a boy?" Minji asked, this time differently.

"Depends on the boy I guess." Hanni shrugged.

"Oh!" Hanni covered her mouth in shock, the realization hitting her.

"You like Y/n! And you wanna give him something!" Hanni teased Minji, who immediately denied.

"Y/n!?!? Me? No way!" Minji said, frowning.

"He's so rude! He always makes fun of me!"

"Minji-ah!" Y/n said, smiling brightly.

"What?" Minji asked, surprised.

"Minji-ah!" Y/n called again, continuing to smile.

Minji looked away as Y/n called her name again.

She smiled secretly as she hid her face from him.

"He's mean."

Minji was not feeling well and laid her head on Y/n's shoulder.

"I'm sick," Minji said, weakly.

Y/n, thinking Minji was fooling around, pushed her head away.

Minji looked at him, angry and continued to write her assignment.

When Y/n tried to talk to her, Minji ignored him completely.

"Are you okay?" Y/n asked.

"Mm." Minji replied, mad.

"You are sick!" Y/n said, shocked when he put his hand over her head and felt the high fever that Minji was having.

"Minji! I will go get some ice packs and medicine for you!" Y/n said.

"It's okay, don't worry about me." Minji insisted, still mad.

Y/n closed his mouth, guilty.

"He's unthoughtful," Minji said, frowning but having a secret smile.

During lunch, Minji was having a fever and laid her head down on her table, having a little rest.

Y/n went down quickly, without even asking her.

'Just because I said, don't worry about me. He really ignored me!?!?' Minji thought, closing her eyes.

And then in around a minute, Y/n came back to class with an ice pack and fever medicine for her.

"Minji! Here! Eat this fever medicine." Y/n said while taking out a water bottle from his bag.

"Where did you get this?" Minji asked, swallowing the fever pill down with water.

"I went down, got an ice pack and fever medicine from the drink stall vendor." Y/n said, smiling at Minji.

Minji looked at him for a while, focused on him.

"Thanks." Minji flashed a weak smile at him.

"Here, you should sleep for a while." Y/n put the ice pack on the table for her to lay her head down for.

Minji simply laid her head down on his shoulder again, with the ice pack on her neck.

This time, Y/n didn't refuse it. He simply smiled and sat still for her.

"Well then, who are you planning to give a present to?" Hanni asked, curious.

"I'm just asking for someone." Minji denied.

"Well if it's for Y/n... maybe I know." Hanni said slowly, testing her out.

"Say it!" Minji looked at her firmly.

Hanni laughed and said, "He's a simple guy. Just give him some chocolate and a letter."

"Chocolate?" Minji asked, doubtful.

"There's something that you can give him, that I'm sure will make him even more happy."

"What is it!" Minji asked, rushing her.

"Tell Y/n you like him, confess to him and kiss him!" Hanni urged.

"What!?!? Are you crazy!" Minji stares at Hanni with a side eye.

"It's just a suggestion!" Hanni laughed.

Just then, Y/n came back into class and walked in front of them.

"Are you two still talking? Can I have my seat back?" Y/n asked.

"Sure!" Hanni stood up, giving him back his seat.

"You two have a great conversation!" Hanni said, walking away as Y/n sat back down at his seat.

Y/n and Minji looked at each other for a while before they went back to doing their own stuff.

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Y/n was walking out of school alone, when Hanni joined him.

"Hey!" Hanni tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey!" Y/n greeted happily.

Hanni walked with him and they talked while they walked towards the bus stop.

"Why do you always tease Minji?" Hanni asked, curious.

Y/n asked, "What do you mean?"

"You always call her Minji-ah." Hanni said.

"Well... I thought she liked getting called that." Y/n said.

"Does she hate it?" Y/n asked, worried.

Hanni laughed at his reaction.

"Don't worry about it. She loves it." Han ni said, whispering the last part to his ears.

Y/n blushed as Hanni whispered in his eyes.

"Today is Friday. When we come back to school on Monday, it will be Valentine's. Have you figured out what to give to Minji?" Hanni asked, as they sat on the bench near the bus stop.

"Hmm, I don't know... I will go home and figure it out." Y/n said.

Hanni patted him on the shoulder, "I'm sure, whatever you give to her, she will be happy."

"Really?" Y/n asked.

Hanni nodded.

"Oh look, it's Minji!" Hanni said, seeing Minji walking nearby.

Minji came to them, wondering what they were doing.

"What are you two doing?" Minji asked, sitting beside Hanni.

"Nothing." Y/n said, suspiciously.

"I've got to go!" Y/n said as Minji stared at him for a while.

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When Y/n got home, he sat down and talked to his grandmother.

"Grandma, what can I give to a girl to show my sincerity?" Y/n asked.

"Oh? You have a girl that you like?" His grandmother asked.

He nodded, blushing.

"Is it the Minji girl that came over?" She asked.

"How did you know?" Y/n asked, in surprise.

"That's the only girl that ever came to our house." She explained

"I think she's a nice girl." She continued.

"I want to give her a Valentine's gift but I don't know what she would like..." Y/n admitted.

His grandmother laughed, "I think as long as you give her something that is sincere, she would like it!"

'Hanni also said the same thing.' Y/n thought, shaking his head.

"What is something sincere?" He asked.

"Something that represents your heart." His grandmother answered.

"Hmm... What did Grandpa give you when he wanted to date you?" Y/n asked, curious.

His grandmother smiled and told him a story about her and his grandfather.

"You know what your grandpa gave me as a gift for the first time?"

Y/n shook his head.

"So in our town, there was this tradition where a boy would give the girl that he likes, tteoks (traditional Korean rice cake) with sweet red bean filling in it! So your grandfather made a few tteoks, all of them in a different colour. He put in a wooden lunch box and gave it to me." She smiled, thinking about it.

"Wow, I didn't know Grandpa was such a romantic person," Y/n said, putting in some thoughts.

"I think I will do that too," Y/n said, feeling determined.

"I will help you with it." Y/n's grandmother said, smiling.

Y/n quickly got into practice making some tteok, with the guidance of his grandmother and grandfather, who undoubtedly could give him some advice...

"Grandpa, were you already together with Grandma when you gave her the tteoks?" Y/n asked as he put the red bean fillings into the rice cakes.

"No. What else did grandma tell you?" His grandfather asked.

"Nothing much." He answered.

"Do you like Minji?" His grandfather asked, as he watched his grandson continue to put the fillings.

"Mm... yeah. I like her a lot." Y/n said, smiling to himself.

"I think she's pretty... I have a lot of fun being with Minji. She's a nice person." Y/n smiled as he thought of his memories with Minji.

"That's all it matters. I could see that you enjoy your time with her and she is indeed a very nice person. Your grandmother thinks she likes you as well." His Grandfather said.

"Really? Why?" Y/n asked, surprised.

"She smiles happily when she was over at our house and she plays around with you." His Grandfather answered.

"I never expected that..." Y/n thought.

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Minji lay down in bed as she thought of what she will give to Y/n for a Valentine's Day gift.

'It can't be obvious that it's from me though." Minji thought, holding on to her teddy bear.

"What should I give to Y/n?" Minji held up the bear and asked it.

"Give me an idea!" Minji brought the bear closer and looked intensely at it.

Her teddy bear simply continued looking at her and there was no response.

She took out her phone and called Hanni.

"Hey!" Hanni answered the phone.

"I need some help." Minji confessed.

"Okay? I'm listening." Hanni sat up.

"Are you giving a gift to anyone on Valentine's?" Minji asked.

"That's a secret!" Hanni laughed.

"Then what should I give to Y/n? I still don't know what to give him." Minji continued.

"I told you! Just confess to him and give me a kiss!" Hanni teased.

"No! I can't do that!?!? I'm not even dating him." Minji shut down the idea.

"You will be if you do that." Hanni continued teasing.

"I just wanna give him something that shows my sincerity." Minji said, playing around with her teddy bear.

"Give him something that you made. Something handmade." Hanni suggested.

"Would a handkerchief be nice...?" Minji wondered.

"That would be up to whether Y/n will like it." Hanni thought.

"I will think about it. Bye!" Minji said, closing the call.

Minji quickly got onto work, taking out her sewing materials and slowly sewed a handkerchief for Y/n.

She thought of their memories together as she meticulously sewed each string together.

Y/n making fun of her and enjoying his time with her.

A lot of boys wanted to talk to her or befriend her cause they wanted to be her boyfriend or simply because she's pretty.

But Y/n... he talked to her without any motive, just simply because she sat beside him and he didn't have any friends when he first came into class.

He was so innocent... so kind and playful that other people wanted to befriend him too. Simply cause... he is a warm person. Spreading warmth everywhere he goes...

Including infecting her...

After a tiring few hours of sewing, Minji was finally done with handkerchief. She looked at it proudly, and smiled.

"Y/n should be happy, right?"

The next day, Minji took a photo of it and sent it to Hanni, asking for her opinion.

"Gosh! You must really like Y/n. It looks nice." Hanni said, surprised Minji sewed it immediately.

"By the way, do you like tteoks? And red beans?" Hanni asked.

"Sounds nice." Minji replied, imagining the taste.

"Ah... then it's good." Hanni said, smiling to herself.

"Why? Are you making it for a boy?" Minji asked,. excited.

"It's a secret!" Hanni teased.

"Make sure to give me some too!" Minji said.

"Don't worry, you will be getting some..." Hanni smiled.

'Just not from me.'

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Y/n took pictures of the tteoks and proudly sent it to Hanni.

"Do you think this looks good?" He asked.

"What's this?" Hanni wondered.

Y/n explained it's Korean rice cake but with red bean in it. And telling her of the tradition.

"Oh! You wanna marry Minji!?!?" Hanni pretended to be shocked.

"!?!? It's just a valentine's gift!" Y/n defended himself.

Hanni laughed to herself, enjoying her time teasing the duo recently.

"Sure, I will see how she reacts to it on Monday." Hanni said.

"Don't tell her anything about it." Y/n requested.

"Sure..." Hanni said, smirking.

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The day before Valentines Day (Monday)

Y/n and Minji were both already satisfied with their gift that they made.

Minji had in fact even sewed her initials into the handkerchief, so that it can standout from a normal handkerchief.

She was hesitant originally, but decided to do it as she thought, "What if Y/n doesn't realize it's from me? What if he think it's just a normal handkerchief?"

Another side of her thought, "What if its too obvious it's from her then?"

She will be embarrassed and Hanni gonna be making fun of her.

But she didn't care.

And when they came to school that day, they didn't talk to each other. Unsure on how to open up a conversation.

Even the usual extroverted Y/n was keeping quiet.

Everyone looked forward to giving their gift to the person they like. Y/n and Minji both took a peek at their gifts and smiled a little.

Noticing there was no conversation between the two of them, Minji decided to start the conversation.

She doesn't always start the conversation.

But this time, she will...

"Are you giving any Valentine's gift to any girl today?" Minji popped the question.

"What?" Y/n was stunned by the question.

He quickly answered, "Ah, maybe." Trying to keep it a secret.

Is it possibly another girl that he might be trying to give?

What if it's Sullyoon? Or Jihan? Minji thought.

"What about you?" Y/n asked.

"No." She flat out denied it.

"Oh..." Y/n felt disappointed, touching his fingers.

Before the class even started, there were boys giving her chocolate. She politely rejected it.

Y/n looking at the scene, side eyeing and frowning.

As the class started, everyone went back to their positions and respective classes.

Y/n was jealous that Minji was getting so much attention and it was very visible to Minji.

I mean... Y/n was sulking and didn't reply her with enthusiasm when she asked a question.

"Did you get question 8 right?"

"Mm."

Soon it was lunch, everyone rush down to the canteen for lunch but Y/n and Minji were slow.

"Aren't you going down?" Y/n asked.

"Ah... yeah. I was just thinking of something." Minji said, quickly getting up and leaving.

Minji wanted to leave the handkerchief for Y/n when he goes down but instead he's not leaving and she's the one going down instead.

When Hanni goes down to the canteen, she spots Hanni and sits across from her.

"Hey!" Hanni greeted.

"Did you give the tteoks to the boy already?" Minji asked, excited.

"What?" Hanni was confused, but then understood immediately.

"Oh, it's not me." Hanni smirked.

"Hm? I was looking forward to try some of the tteoks." Minji frowned.

"Don't worry, you will get some." Hanni hinted.

"What?" Minji asked.

At this time, Y/n just got down to the canteen and they exchanged glances.

"I'm gonna go up first." Minji said, leaving Hanni alone.

"You gonna leave me alone?" Hanni asked.

"Danielle and Haerin will come down soon!" Minji said, walking away.

As she arrived back in class, she wanted to took out the handkerchief and put it on Y/n's table but saw a lunch box with some tteoks in it.

Minji smiled, understanding that it was Y/n's gift and Hanni was trying to sound her out.

She took a tteok and bit into it. Smiling as the sweetness of the red bean hit her taste buds.

Y/n looked from outside the classroom, having walked up as he wanted to see Minji's reaction.

He smiled as Minji enjoyed the tteoks.

Y/n was unsure what to do but then decided to enter the classroom and spend time with Minji.

"Did you enjoy it?" Y/n said, surprising Minji.

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The two were sitting together, keeping quiet for a minute or two before Y/n decided to confess.

"Minji. I like you! I want to confess my feelings today." Y/n suddenly bursted out.

Minji giggled and took out the handkerchief from her pocket. She shyly passed it to Y/n, who took it with care and checked it.

"Is this for me?" Y/n asked, asking the obvious.

"Yes, I even sewed my initials into the handkerchief. KMJ." Minji said.

"I like you too." She added on, confessing to him.

"So we are a couple now?" Y/n asked innocently.

"Yes." Minji said, shyly.

Minji complimented Y/n on the tteoks, and they planned out a date together, one day after school.

And Hanni wouldn't stop making fun of them when she found out about it.

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Parasailing (Kim Minju & Jo Yuri)

> You're lonely and feel sad because your favorite idols are gone and never upload any pictures in their Instagram. You're really missing them because Minju and Yuri are your favorite underrated ship in Izone. When you decided to drinking alone in tent bar you recognize Minju and Yuri are there having their good time. You're so shy to be at the same place with them and stealing glances. Until you realized that you're drinking with them and told them how you miss them. Because of too much drinking alcohol and being bratty Yuri, she flirt with you and shy Minju try to stop her and after that they are in your place with Yuri kissing you and Minju watching it. being shy but enjoy it. And you fuck bratty Yuri and shy Minju. After that you're kissing their forehead and tell them that your so lucky to be with them and tell them that they are so loveable - @quietfallendemon

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There is no other way to put it: you’ve hit rock bottom. You’re down horrendous. It’s a sorry state your family or friends can drag you out of, no matter how hard they try—and that’s if you still have any friends left. In the eyes of randoms, they see a zombie, a soulless husk of a man—one who used to be brimming with life, with nothing but anguish and despair filling his soul now. Each passerby looks on with one of two expressions: concern and pity or apathy and indifference. Some with a little disgust. They’ve got lives to live, obligations to attend to, and some divine purpose given by higher powers to fulfill. So do you, but there’s a difference: you’ve lost the will to live.

Barely functioning, everyday life has turned into a nightmarish hell. Days, then weeks, and eventually months, fly by in a loop. You slog through your office job, receive income, then you carelessly splurge on lavish drinking bursts afterward. Your liver absolutely despises your guts by now. Night after night, you drink away the ceaseless pain hurting your heart more than the alcohol you consume. It’s become too numbing at this point. The morning after, you don’t bother cleaning up the mess you unknowingly made from the day before, especially when you throw up on the floors of your apartment rather than on your toilet.

So it goes. Not a single day passes by without digging your grave a little deeper with your alcohol addiction, but Fridays were particularly special. It’s when you decide that your place shouldn’t bear the brunt of your rampant alcoholism for one day. Instead, after another monotonous shift, you head to your favorite place—your other place of solitude—a tent bar that treats you like their best friend, mainly because you’re their most loyal customer, but otherwise, you enjoy the fresh air, grilled food, and the patrons’ attempts to sing their hearts out—with hilarious results.

Of course, the drinks were also part of the experience. You usually end up passing out quicker compared to every other day.

You’re partially through your first drink when two particularly mesmerizing girls walk in holding hands. Tipsy or not, their beauty immediately captures your attention. Even dressed in all black, they’re shining, like angels descended from heaven to grace this cursed earth, sent to remind people of their higher purpose and walk in them.

Gradually, you’re staring, drooling. Your brain’s in complete shambles, unable to comprehend how divine creatures like them casually walk among mere mortals, partaking in lowly, sinful activities like drinking and hanging out at bars. They take their seats across your table; a perfect position to hold your attention in permanent captivity, without any obstruction.

A waiter approaches the two women, and he should’ve been a distraction, but instead, it becomes a showcase. The girl in the black dress, seated on the left, shoots these playful, childish stares at the waiter, basically flirting with the guy while she stating her order. Her partner is much more reserved, sharing hers in an orderly manner before they’re left to talk with themselves again. The older girl slaps her friend’s shoulder, as if correcting her, which the younger woman simply brushes off with a laugh. From just one interaction, you’re hooked. You had to have her. This night won’t end without their names etched in your head, and if you’re lucky, their number, maybe even more.

Another waiter arrives at your table, bottle in hand, asking if you want a refill, which you absentmindedly decline. You’re drinking in the sight of the two girls, even as they do casual activities while waiting. They’re exchanging conversations, hiding suppressed giggles, but it doesn’t mute the younger woman’s boisterous laughter. It should be a nuisance, but it isn’t; it’s a treat to watch her cheeky, bright personality. Even her friend, whose disposition is a complete contrast, has some charm to her reserved nature, and they bounce off each other seamlessly.

In the midst of this space between you and the girls, someone else is singing karaoke, much to the girls’ amusement. That’s their source of laughter, the very grating voice of that poor soul. Even the older girl’s starting to lighten up, despite repeatedly tapping her friend’s shoulder while she laughs along. Their waiter arrives with their drinks, and they immediately down two glasses each in rapid succession. You’re not even halfway through your first.

“Hey, you think I should try to sing and make these losers second guess about performing next time?” asks the younger girl, staring at the next patron performing on stage.

“Please don’t.” The older woman replies, face flushed bright red from embarrassment. “We shouldn’t make a scene here—”

“C’mon, no one cares. Why are you such a killjoy, Minmin?” she retorts, making a cute pout. Minmin’s dismay is your enjoyment.

“I know you want to sing so bad, Yul. Believe me, you’ll be back on stage soon, but you just have to be patient—”

“Says the loser who hasn’t gotten an acting job, actress!”

You’re amazed Minmin hasn’t tried to physically restrain her—at least, not yet. Instead, she’s dragged along by Yul to the stage so they can perform. The older woman reluctantly follows without any resistance, simply grabbing the mics without any fanfare, not even announcing who they are or what they’ll perform.

The music starts. The girls begin to sing. It’s after the first verse that the pieces begin to come together.

Somehow, this girl, Yul, with her childish attitude, flirty face, and sharp tongue, has the most soulful voice you’ve heard in a very long time. She looks effortless; she runs through each part with minimal strain and her expressions convey the emotion of the ballad very well. Minmin isn’t far off either, but her vocal does not hold a candle to Yul’s. If they were bar singers, you’d be cursing at the earth giving these two unfortunate circumstances, because such talent shouldn’t be constrained to the confines of an open bar. These two are truly angels.

When the song ends, Yul reverts to her mischievous persona, shooting winks and flying kisses at the audience as she walks off the stage, followed by her best friend, shyly bowing at every turn. After returning to their seats, the younger woman’s wearing this prideful, triumphant expression on her lips, basking in the glory, eager to gloat. Minmin’s nervously smiling, still gently bowing at everyone while cutely gesturing with her hands in a plea to make everyone stop.

Then it’s business as usual at the tent bar again. Copious drinking, out of pitch singing, and you mindlessly staring at the girls that it’s outright criminal.

Until the thought finally hits.

“Yul…Minmin…Yuri…Minju,” you silently mouth. Your eyes suddenly widen, and the realization finally dawns on you.

At first, it was a complete coincidence. They looked too similar to be truly them, that it’s a convincing impersonation or face job at best. The real evidence was in their vocals. They sounded too similar, close to a near-perfect impression. You’ve never heard such divine singing in a very long time, and now it's clear why.

Jo Yuri and Kim Minju performed for you.

The day they disappeared just so happened to be the same day your life began to fall apart. While they’re out here living their best lives and enjoying their down time, you were at your lowest, your breaking point. Some part of you understands they bear no blame; it’s fate, an inevitability of any temporary group. Yet, no matter how much you prepared for the end, you couldn’t endure the loss. The other members have successfully transitioned to their new careers, whether it be in new groups or even solo, but those two—Minju and Yuri— essentially went off the radar. They barely posted on Instagram, so you couldn’t even keep up with them on a consistent basis like their former members. Their last shared photos were eight months ago. Minimal social media messages, even fewer magazine shoots or advertisements, and no music, movie, or show to get excited about.

To see them together again not only brings nostalgia, but also revives your sense of purpose again.

Every girl in that group was special, but in your eyes, Minju and Yuri were different. Yuri had her standout vocals, Minju with her divine beauty, but you loved them beyond those traits; you loved everything about them. You promised you’d support their endeavors after disbandment, but so far, there was nothing to support. Their absence from the spotlight hurt you more than it hurt them. The worst part is the realization that you’ll likely never see them after tonight, that you can’t do anything to convince them to further their careers—to do something. After all, you wanted them both to thrive like their other members.

Of course, you can’t approach them casually. You’ll probably melt into a puddle mere steps away. So you whip out your phone and take rapid-fire photos. It’s dangerous, but fuck it, this is a once in a lifetime scene. They’re preoccupied with their drinks and conversation to notice your camera. You gather a gallery that will sustain you for months, even if they disappear from the public eye again. At first, you’re delighted, overjoyed even, but the immediate realization clouds your mood.

You sigh. You put your phone down, staring at the twosome once again, but this time, with a yearning desire. They’re within your grasp. Uncertain of the future, you slowly reach out with your hand, imagining a scenario where you pour your heart out to them—how you missed them so badly, how much their disappearance has affected you, and how you’ll wait for them till eternity, even if realistically, you’ll break long before that no matter how long it takes for them to make a song, be in a movie or show, anything. Sure, this all sounds ridiculous, alarmingly disturbing, and should be shared with a therapist instead of two celebrities, but to you, no one would understand more than Minju and Yuri can.

When you draw your hand back, Minju’s eyes are locked right at yours. She’s gently smiling and waving back. Yuri notices her gesture, recognizes you, and waves along with greater energy. The younger idol giggles at you. She catches you in a moment of weakness, cheeks puffed up and tensely flushed. The two girls exchange a brief glance, Yuri’s eyes alight with a new opportunity to cause more mischief, smirking at her, essentially screaming that no one, not even Minju, can stop her.

Yuri cocks her head to the side, shoots you a wink, a flying kiss, sticks out her tongue; she flirts with a tinge of both cuteness and sexiness that heightens her attraction—and awakens a bit of your lust. Minju facepalms, awkwardly chuckling, wanting no part in this act. You’re left frozen, in awe at how unabashedly coy she is. She was the resident brat, but now she’s taken her friskiness to a whole new level. Proving your point, she pulls the strap of her dress down, teasing, expression mocking, quietly mouthing, “I know you want it.” Just as shocked as you, her friend’s eyes widen, her hand covering her mouth before tapping Yuri’s shoulder, telling her to stop. Surprisingly, she complies obediently, pulls her thin strap back up.

Hopefully, no one else besides you saw that.

Averting their gaze for a moment, you take a moment to let the small interaction sink in. You got more than you bargained for: a serenade, a gallery’s worth of photos, and flirty fanservice from your favorite idols. Perhaps this is what you needed to finally bring yourself out of your self-inflicted funk and back to normalcy. Maybe this is what you really need all along: closure. They won’t be in your life moving forward, but your fond memories of them are always there to look back on, and you’re grateful for the joy they provided you during those difficult times.

When you look back up, Minju and Yuri have disappeared from the table across yours; they’re directly seated right in front of you. They’re carefully watching your every move, Yuri’s expression brazen as ever, constantly searching for opportunities to pick you apart, and Minju, her enabler, despite the light admonitions and warnings, shyly following her junior’s eyes. All it takes is one turn before it spirals into a car crash of disastrous proportions.

Thankfully, you’re not the one to break the ice. “Sup,” says Yuri, casually feigning innocence. Your lips move in the shape of hello, but only air comes out. They’ve seen this reaction from fans hundreds of times.

“Hello,” adds Minju, sweetly smiling, as pure as her brightly lit face. “Did you enjoy our little performance?”

It takes a minute—maybe four—before an answer forms in your head. You’ve seen them from afar, you’ve seen them up close, but never in your wildest dreams did you imagine them talking to you on an intimate level. They’re patient, softly giggling over how overwhelmed and speechless you are to respond back. Anyone else in that space would react the same way; you don’t need to move your neck around to feel the jealousy from your fellow patrons. You’re not only carrying your own burdens, but the expectations of others.

“Yeah.” The word comes out natural, without second thought, while your thoughts are focused on them and them alone. Fuck, their skin looks flawless, is your sole noteworthy observation. Even if you had the full capacity to think coherently, you’d end up with this exact same answer.

“We missed performing on stage, so we felt that it would be nice to go up and—” Minju pauses, repeatedly turning to her friend, silently observing you, trying her best to look diplomatic. “Sing a little bit. We were a little nervous, but I’m glad you liked it.”

“Well, why haven’t you done that?” you ask, the nervous smile on your features gradually shifting to a frown.

“Done what?”

Leaning forward, the stare you shoot is sharp, cold. “You haven’t been on Instagram in months. Both of you. The other members have been on TV, they’ve been releasing music, they’ve been doing photoshoots, they’re in commercials. They’re being successful, but you—” You pause, aware of your surroundings, trying your hardest not to make a scene. “Where the hell have you been?”

Both girls’ reactions split down the middle as your temper flares ever slightly. Yuri leans back into her chair, turns to her friend, surprised by the sudden shift in tone, anxious of what happens now. Minju remains calm, gently rubs her hand on hers, reassuring her.

She takes a moment to formulate a response. “It’s been harder than we thought.”

“How come?”

Another pause. Minju sighs pondering the thought. “You have no idea how much we want to perform, you know. Believe us. We really tried. I’ve auditioned for a few big name projects, got a few scripts from some web dramas. They were glorified cameos at best. You don’t know how painful it is to see the news that someone else got the role in those big projects—”

Yuri nods in agreement, equally as dejected. She adds, “They promised me I’d debut soon. They never specified exactly when. They have this boy group I’ve written songs for, they debuted and made two comebacks already with another one lined up in a few months. I’ve written and recorded so many songs that I absolutely want to perform. Waiting this long, I—”

Yuri pauses, then sighs. Her eyes are glassy.

“I don’t even know if I want to do this anymore.”

The revelation pierces through your heart like an arrow. It’s heartbreaking. Unbelievable, hearing it directly from their mouths. You simply cannot believe they’re struggling when everyone else has been able to successfully continue their careers. Even shittier agencies recognize the treasure they have and at least try to make something happen, but this is completely absurd. It sounds too painful to be true.

Only one word can perfectly describe it. “How?”

“We honestly don’t know.” Minju replies, solemn, downtrodden, defeated. “We might just give up, honestly. Our management won’t do anything to help us. Maybe our time in the spotlight is just meant to be short-lived.”

You remember the rumblings from a while back, how Minju was scouted and offered a seven-figure deal to join her other members in Le sserafim. She declined. In retrospect, she could have saved her career and two months’ worth of migraines with what eventually became a disastrous debut. Fuck, even the thought of seeing her with Sakura and Chaewon together in that alternate reality sparks your imagintion.

“You should have taken that deal, Minju. You really should have.” You put it to her straight, almost mocking, very damning, as if to say, ‘I told you so.’

She sighs through the thought, completely despondent. “Yeah. Maybe.”

The mood is cold, grim. Alcohol releases your most intrusive thoughts, no matter how harsh or intimate they sound. That isn’t to say you don’t regret them; you’ll ponder the consequences in the morning, as usual. At the very least, you find common ground with your two favorite idols, drinking it up through life’s challenges as a coping mechanism.

“I’m sorry,” you suddenly blurt. “I—I just really miss you both on screen.”

“It’s all right,” adds Minju, trying to form a smile through the pain. Seeing the vulnerability in her eyes makes the gesture even more heartbreaking. “I’m just glad you’re still waiting for us. That anyone still wants us.”

“God, you can’t imagine the jealousy I feel whenever I see the others nowadays and immediately wonder what are you doing. I mean, I don’t hate them, I just—”

“Oh, I understand that feeling very well,” Minju replies, her grin slowly widening, suppressing a chuckle. Yuri takes the bottle on your side to pour a drink on your cup, which she also steals. “We still keep contact and they’re also asking what the fuck are we even doing.”

“Look on the bright side, they don't have time to have fun these days, am I right?” Yuri interrupts, followed by boisterous laughter from her. Minju tries, but gloom gets in the way. You try to laugh, but it hurts to laugh right now, among a multitude of other feelings, particularly, pain, despair, and regret.

“Well, it’s not been fun for me ever since you’ve been gone,” you say.

You slip your phone concealed behind your hand, slide it across the table. The two women smile at what’s on screen; it’s memories from their past. It’s a treasure trove of funny, embarrassing, and endearing captures that border on obsession. If they didn’t know any better, you’d certainly be under a restraining order after seeing the bogus gallery saved on your phone.

“Damn, we looked quite cute,” says Yuri, scrolling between pictures. Their heads inch a little closer, while their free fingers trace around each other’s edges.

“Yeah.” Minju lightly nods. “I’m glad we still have each other, even now.”

The older woman slides the phone back to you. Two pairs of eyes gaze at you, both with piqued interest, but Yuri’s eyes widen, with much bigger intentions in mind.

“We really appreciate that you’re still waiting for us,” adds Minju, humble in tone and demeanor as ever. “Just give us your order tonight. It’s all on us.”

You’re briefly taken aback. Even with your sorry state, you feel as if you don’t deserve to be rewarded. Panickedly, you shake your head, “No—no—please don’t. It’s all right, I’ll pay for my own—”

“We insist; please let us take care of you tonight,” Minju interjects. Yuri glances at her, intrigued by her answer, as a new idea dawns upon her.

“Yeah, you should listen to her,” the younger girl adds, returning her gaze at you with a smirk. “Let us handle it.”

That was your first mistake.

—————

Actually, the first mistake was focusing on them to begin with, and the second was allowing them to close the space in your heart.

Yuri leads the way back to your apartment and is the first one in; that’s when you realize the mess you’ve gotten yourself in—both literally and figuratively. Empty food packs and spilled beer bottles make up most of the litter that fills every room in your once decent flat. It makes you look even worse than you already are. Mentally you’re apologizing, growing more flustered as your two uninvited guests explore your place. Minju’s been reserved the entire time that the expression she makes is nearly indistinguishable, even though her mouth gradually slacks seeing the shitshow you’ve been living in for a while.

“Your place is really cute!” Yuri knocks off some of the mess on the living room table before hopping on the desk, completely disregarding the wet puddle that now stains her black dress.

Minju’s mouth opens, but not a single word is uttered. It’s no longer her problem.

It’s yours.

“I hope you don’t mind us hanging out for a bit,” she says, and you’re not opposed to the notion in the slightest. Anything to liven up your place.

You and Minju leave Yuri by herself on the desk—for now. From across the table is the only piece in the apartment left untouched. Dusty, but unsullied. It’s a shelf filled with merch, albums, and group pictures.

“You took this?” She reaches her hand out to a particular photo, a framed picture of her and Yuri doing fanservice during one of their concerts. You quietly nod.

She smiles wider at the shot. “Would you like me to sign it?”

As you’re about to reply, Yuri swoops in between you both, tired of being ignored for at least five minutes.

“Hey! What are you doing—” she notices the framed picture, disrupting her train of thought. “Ooh! I remember this! We look cute here, Minmin!” Without any consideration, the younger girl snatches the framed photo from her friend.

“Can we keep this?”

“No.” Minju tries to take the photo back, but Minju brushes her away. “That’s his photo, you can’t just—”

“I’ll buy it for lots of money!”

“Stop! No amount of money can buy the sentimental value it has. Just give it back.”

“But money can’t buy this pussy though.” Yuri lifts the bottom of her dress, teasing her panties. Minju immediately pushes it back down.

“Yuri!”

“What?” Yuri asks, lips pouting, tone innocent, as if unaware of the stunt she just pulled off. “You know how horny these fanboys are.” Turning to you, she reaches the photo out for you to reclaim. “Your choice.”

There’s no resistance when you take the photo back and return it from the shelf. Yuri’s hands are itching to grab at her dress again, as if daring you to prove her point. Minju’s on edge, on the cusp of bailing, ready to take her friend with her before this messy situation leads to something worse. It’s a little tense, the mood a little suffocating, and none of you are able to make the best judgment calls.

“Sorry,” mutters Minju, now holding her friend’s hand. “I’m really sorry about that. We should leave—”

“No you’re not—” Yuri blurts out, before Minju places her other hand on her mouth, visibly irate by her malicious behavior.

“It’s all good,” you mumble, still fixated on the very notion that they’re in your apartment. One way or another, you want them to stay a little longer. And then you make your next mistake. “I mean, in all honesty, it’s about time I should get rid of these. Like I said before, I haven’t been able to move on, but you two are getting by just fine.”

“Right.” Minju’s gaze is sympathetic, enchanting, endearing—everything that reminds you of simpler times. The thought dawned on you at times, when you really considered burning it all—no, not even considering selling it to more sensible people—but actually burning the bridge connecting you and them. Though you say you want to move on, you understood it would haunt you for the rest of your life if you actually followed through with such an impulsive decision. “But you shouldn’t.”

Yuri pushes Minju’s hand off her. “I think you just need a little pussy. It’s not that deep.”

“Yuri!” Minju faces her with an even more annoyed glare.

“Maybe you’re right,” you blurt, capturing the girls’ attention. “I’m not free of sin, I do think you’re hot. Both of you.”

“Told you.” Yuri gloats, shaking her other hand free of Minju’s grip. She then approaches you, caresses your shoulders up to your cheek, lightly brushing the sides of your hair. “Tell me: am I the most fuckable member of the group?”

Knowing that Yuri has won, Minju stops trying to intervene. Admittedly, it was, in fact, Minju you thought was the most fuckable, and that’s no easy feat in such a stacked group, but to appease her, you nod.

“Come here,” murmurs Yuri, her fingertips rubbing around your chin as she drags you down for a sinful, deep kiss. Your fingers thread on her dress, the very same one she threatened to pull, now in your possession to grip. Her leg wraps around your hip as she pulls you closer, yearning for more of you, at the expense of your balance. It’s all falling into place, close to falling apart.

Then she says the two words that ultimately end you.

“Fuck me.”

And that’s when everything breaks.

You both end up in your bedroom, pushing Yuri onto the mattress, then hastily ridding yourself of your clothes: tie, coat, and shirt in that order. She kicks off her heels, smirking, tongue sticking out—teasing you with glimpses of her legs, panties, and pussy as you struggle to push down your pants. I know you want it, she mouths, and you’re inadvertently nodding in agreement. From the onset, you knew her dress wouldn’t come off on its own; she’s challenging you to rip it off her body, which you had every intention to do.

Your pants are still halfway down your legs when you join her in bed, completely removed after you shake the now useless heap off your feet. Yuri pulls you while you’re still approaching her for another passionate kiss. She recognizes your desire to undress her just as quickly, too. From lips to lips, she lightly brushes you down, your lips landing on her chin, neck, and collarbones. Your hand tries to grab a piece of her clothing; she parries your every attempt at her dress.

“You won’t make this easy, will you?” you say, aware of her daunting challenge but worked up regardless.

“Of course,” replies Yuri, visibly smug, getting amusement from riling people up. She rolls to the side and wraps her arms around your waist in a tight embrace. Kissing your forehead, she adds, “Show me how bad you wanna fuck me.”

It’s the right combination of seductive words, tone, and taunting demeanor that causes you to wrestle control over her. Reciprocating her kiss to your forehead, you return the favor, whisper an equally filthy reply that makes her squirm with excitement. “I’m gonna fuck this pussy so hard. Gonna fucking wreck you.”

“Try me.”

You slip both straps of her dress down her arms, enough to reveal her round, perky breasts without any cleavage. Without any further hesitation you keep going; nose, lips, neck, down to her chest—you leave a sloppy trail of bite marks, not even kisses in your wake. Yuri shuts her eyes, whines, folds like a deck with your arousing touch. Her body’s feeding your aching, hungry soul better than any meal ever could.

If it were up to you, and if it was in your capacity, the rest of her garment would be ripped in half through your teeth. Instead, they’re bunched up halfway around her waist, with the bottom half pushed up with your hand as you take hold of her panties. Digging your fingers between them, she winces, groans sympathetically, as your thumb presses on her folds, twisting her legs between yours uncomfortably. A single touch informs you that she’s wet at her core, aching, throbbing. She told you it wouldn’t be this easy; you’ll make sure it stays that way.

“Goddamn, Yuri. This wet already and I’m barely getting down with what I wanna do with you,” you mumble, your thumb lightly nudging against her folds. She’s trembling, breathing rapidly, fingers now gripped on the edge of your sheets, unable to keep still, her lips forming incoherent babbles. Add your other hand in the equation, take a handful of her chest, palm it around your grip for you to play with. It doesn’t do much that already overwhelms her senses, but her flesh is so squeezable, so malleable, so delicate to grasp, it becomes almost impossible to let go.

You dig your fingers around Yuri’s clit, her hips slowly grinding in tandem with your efforts to pleasure her. Her thighs involuntarily spread, providing more space for your fingers to be swallowed up by the tightness of her folds. With each pump and withdrawal, your digits are coated in copious amounts of slick. The sensations in her aching core pull your hand in like a magnet, allowing you to indulge in the erotic sight of Yuri quaking, screaming, tossing her head back beneath you.

“Yes, yes, yes—keep going—fuck—” Yuri makes her blissful cries loud and clear, enough for your neighbors to hear, way past any subtlety. Maintaining a steady rhythm fingering the mewling woman, you move your other hand back and forth between her shapely breasts, squeezing and kneading them, your eyes inching closer with each ripple, bounce, and jiggle. Something about the way she melts with every move you make on her slowly drives you wild, your mind racing with countless sinful desires you’ve been quietly suppressing ever since you first laid your eyes on them.

If not for how addicting it is to feel her soft flesh in your hand, it’d be hardening your cock right now. Doesn’t matter; you’ve been slowly gliding your legs, positioning yourself directly atop her, your bulge aching against her thighs, yearning for her skin. Can’t grow too comfortable, even as she squirms, yelps, writhes beneath your grasp. She adjusts, becomes acclimated to your fingers as it draws more slick, airily begging for more. Even before she considers the thought, you’re one step ahead of her, quickening your pace, generating a sloppy, satisfying sound while she leaks on your sheets.

You’re losing it, reveling in this newfound power you have over Yuri, that her orgasmic screams of pain and pleasure go overlooked. It isn’t clear whether she wants you to keep going or to stop. Your fingers never relent, even while she makes a quivering mess of your bedsheets and wetting your thigh and boxers. Eventually, you withdraw your digits from her torrentially drenched cunt. Another sticky waterfall drips on already inundated sheets. She can’t stop cumming. She doesn’t want to stop, body willing.

Yuri tosses her legs around, weak legs still violently trembling from her orgasm. The room returns to its usually quiet setting—except the gentle sound of sloppy flesh lingers. A bit quieter, more subdued, but your ears recognize a familiar sound.

Oh, right.

Somehow, you completely overlooked Minju’s presence. While you were focused on pleasuring Yuri, she had quietly leaned against the bedroom door, one of her hands following yours to that same pleasurable spot, watching with glazed eyes, enjoying the sight of her friend getting her rightful punishment. An unforgivable offense, but anyone else in your position would have done the same thing, especially when a half naked Yuri’s offering herself up on your bed.

“I was expecting you to go all the way,” she drawls, breathing heavily between words. She doesn’t care that your eyes are looking down, following her hand deep between her underwear hypnotically. “I hate to say it, but I was feeling a little jealous of her.”

Without a word, you quickly slide down her already unzipped jeans, her panties to follow. Holding her active hand, you draw it away from her core, your eyes intertwined in a passionate gaze. Time slows to a crawl. Your lips inches apart from sparking another fire. The whole time you’ve known her, she’s been quiet, reserved, nervous to make a move—that she’d ask you seven times before finally going for whatever move she wants to make.

She pulls you for a deep kiss, her other hand tugging down your wet boxers. Pressing your weight against hers, she strokes your hard cock, rubs it against her aching core, moans seductively in your ear. You’re biting down on her neck, collarbones, anything that marks her, tells the world you fucked her. Your hands latch onto her hourglass shaped waist, lightly pushing her on the bedroom door, lightly taking her off the ground without any grace, her skin another addiction to ruin your life.

Kissing down her clothed chest, you make quick work of her off-shoulder shirt before you dive back into her perfect body. Minju whimpers and whines,her nails digging into your back as you peck your way toward her core. She feels so right in your grasp; her ridiculous proportions, her slender legs, her unreal navel that warrants a prolonged kiss—everything about Kim Minju’s body was meant to be worshiped. She brings you to your knees, down to your lowest. It was easy to ruin Yuri, but this is something far beyond your level.

How do you deserve something like this?

Looking between her spread legs, you contemplate the thought. Minju’s achingly wet, just like her younger friend. She regains a little composure and realizes you’re on your knees, frozen in place. The graceful and patient woman she is, she gently caresses your cheek, forcing you to meet her gentle gaze. “Take me. Even just for tonight, I’m yours.”

Her lips draw yours like a magnet. Minju breaks eye contact at the first touch, moaning as your tongue familiarizes itself with her deliciously soft folds. Her head repeatedly thumps against the door with a thud, Digging your hands on her thighs, you’ve got Minju exactly where you want her to be: wrapped around your head in a suffocating lock. It doesn’t matter that your words come out as corrupted babble; your tongue is doing all the talking, and it loves her pussy.

“That’s it, that feels so good.” She rubs her hands on your hair, gradually shifting into a grip of the back of your skull as you acclimate to her velvety walls. “Doesn’t fucking me feel better than Yuri does?”

You’ll make your final comparison when you’re done with them both. For now, you’re focused on devouring Minju’s cunt, or dying by thigh asphyxiation—whichever comes first. Her approving moans encourage you, as if you needed any further motivation, and even if you lacked the desire, which is a completely absurd thought, her legs are there to make sure you drink up till she has nothing left.

Her juices taste so sweet, so divine, that even if your tongue dries up, you'd still be relentlessly eating her out. Soon enough, your tongue digs through every sensitive nerve and spot, setting every nerve in Minju’s body on fire. Little by little, you’re chipping away at her dainty facade. Her volume and pitch rises and rises; her grip on your hair and face tightens further. She’s exactly like her friend: a screaming mess that loves getting fucked.

There’s no tempo, no constant pace in the manner you take Minju—only a need to devour. Her patience knows only one thing too: the reward of an inevitable climax. She’s slowly grinding her hips against your face, pulling you further into her wrecked folds. It’s too fast and too sudden; you’re amazed at how she’s this alarmingly drenched—

“Fuck!”

Minju cries out, pulling you harshly by the hair, turning your face into a canvas of sticky nectar. From your vantage point, her eyes are slammed shut, mouth agape, stuck in suspended animation while her body violently trembles, even shaking your foundations. She’s completely lost in the high of her release, basking in the powerful sensations washing over her. As the lewd scene plays out, your tongue eagerly gathers up her juices. It overflows, drips down your chest and spills all over the floor even when you carry her to bed, flippantly tossing her beside her freshly fucked friend.

You take a breather to taste them both at once. Euphoric.

—————

The sight in front of you is enough to make you cum. Your two favorite members splayed on your bed, at their barest, in a state of coming undone because of your handiwork. And you still haven’t put your dick inside either of them. Deciding which one to slide your cock in first is a life or death decision. You’ll make your choice after you flip them on their backs.

You’re stroking your cock as you join the two girls on the bed, your other hand caressing Minju and Yuri’s skin back and forth, grabbing a pair of handfuls of ass. Time is a nonfactor; you’ve got all night to do every fantasy you’ve imagined with them, yet they’re still reeling from their initial orgasms, taking longer to recover.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” you whisper against Minju’s back, adding emphasis with each word, send a shiver all over her spine. Yuri feels every word too. “I dream about this exact scenario often. You, completely naked on your back, as I fuck you and cum all over this hot pussy from behind—” you follow, before you’re overcome by the urge to kiss her shoulder. It’s better than whatever dreams you’ve conjured up, because it’s real. You rub your cock against Minju’s folds, and it’s an immaculate sensation that not even your imagination can conjure up.

The tension hardly stretches for more than a few precious moments. Even without words, you understood they were impatient, and so were you. Deep in your gut, there’s a fear that if you wasted a little more time, this once in a lifetime opportunity will disappear in a blink of an eye.

“Fuck.” Minju’s pussy feels so incredibly tight, you never want to pull out from the uncertainties of tomorrow. It’s all the more intense when you draw yourself out, then thrust back in, watch as your cock enters and exits her cunt at a steady tempo. The bed gently rocks in harmony with your motion, moving like the ticks of a clock. The longer you fuck her, the longer the fantasy remains.

You grab her by the shoulder, by the waist, by her hair. Any part you haven’t marked red, you see red. Minju remains motionless, body lightly rippling, reduced to a groaning heap with each stroke. In this prone position, she’s nothing but a toy for your pleasures. You’re dominating her. You can tell she hasn’t taken dick this hard in a long time by her rising tone. You have plenty of filthy things to say, but you’ll let your hips do all the talking for you.

She feels so fucking good, so fucking hot.

It only seems appropriate that you almost lose yourself in Minju’s heat when suddenly, Yuri cries out for you. “Please.”

You don’t relent. Instead, by instinct, your pace quickens. Snaking your hand on her shoulder, you inch closer to Minju’s head, gently nibbling her ear. “God, Minju, you’re such a delightful fucktoy. So much easier to handle than your friend.”

Yuri’s hand reaches out to yours, and it snaps you from your lust-fueled haze. Her eyes sparkle under the dim light, cutely whimpering, “Fuck me please.”

Can’t hide the smirk on your face after she pleads. You face her, relentlessly pounding into Minju’s pussy, to prove a point. Assert control. You know she has no power over you. You’re threatening to undo yourself before she even gets a hint of mercy.

“I’m yours too,” says Yuri, looking penitent, even though in reality, this was her plan. “You said you were my favorite too, right? Please.”

Something about cutie Yuri tugs at your heartstrings. Cruel as you are, you’ve still got a soft spot. Maybe you fold this easily for cute girls like her. Maybe you’re not as assertive as you’ve projected yourself.

Your shadow hovers atop her. You have a hand gripped on her throat, your wet, hard cock lining against her slick folds. “Brat.”

There’s a subtle smile when you say the word. Her title. Her claim to fame. No matter how submissive she may act, deep down she’s a true brat and prides herself as one. A point made deeper when you impale her pussy with your cock. She screams—a sharp contrast to the subdued Minju. A way to make her point.

“Deeper! Harder! Fuck me hard!” Her voice comes out strained due to your palm firmly pressed on her neck. You lift her slightly upward, snake your suffocating hand down to her breast. Soft, pillowy flesh you squeeze, claim as yours. You’re crooning against her neck while adjusting to her equally hot tightness. Her pleasured-wracked face sticks a rebellious tongue out, darting in your direction as her hand frisks your torso. “You know deep down I’m a better fuck than her—fuck!”

She yelps, falls down to earth without grace. Her hands press on the sheets as you fuck her—ravage her pretty little cunt. No tempo, no slow burn, only raw, unadulterated pounding. Your palm tightly presses her tit, twists her face into even more lewd, unbearable pleasure. The words she has are lost, turned into deafening screams that echo throughout the room. “So! Fucking! Deep!”

It’s sinful, it’s hot, it’s perfect. You have her exactly where you want, propped on all fours as you mindlessly fuck her into submission, hands roaming her chest, her waist, her ass, lips kissing her shoulders and neck. She’s reduced to nothing but a high pitched mess; God, you’re sure everyone knows you’ve got Jo Yuri in bed now. Oh well. You’ve got a story to tell over coffee break on Monday.

It’s only when you force yourself to stop—and this is no easy feat—that she quiets down. Your cock is upset; you’ve edged yourself inside their hot pussy twice now, you can’t keep yourself in limbo forever, among other possible implications. The thought of protection never really bubbled up until this point, but you’re so far gone, far past the point of no return.

You’ll play with fate a little more before leaving yourself in its unpredictable hands.

The tango goes back and forth; Minju then Yuri, in that order, a few minutes at a time, which stretches into hours. You’ve twisted them in positions you fantasized and beyond your imagination, fucking both former idols till your cock can no longer bear with you. So when you have to make that fateful decision, it’s merely an illusion. Even as they make their deepest pleas for you to claim what’s rightfully yours, you reject the notion and take your own path.

It only seems right that the share of warm load is spread over their toned stomachs. In the aftermath of your long overdue orgasm, you fall back and wonder if it was the right decision. Initially, their faces are shaken with disbelief, utterly shocked that for once, the fan never came inside either of them, before all three of you eventually succumbed to their soreness and exhaustion.

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By some miracle, you’re standing on your two feet, holding onto Minju’s shoulders as she turns on the shower. Running water gushes over all three of you as it flows down your bodies without moving with the intended purpose of cleaning yourselves up. The older woman tilts her head at an angle where your lips find solace in her collarbones, gently pecking her skin—not the rough, sloppy lovemaking you’d been doing for the past hour, but intimate, sentimental love. She eventually turns around to rub her hand across your entangled arm, sharing in your warmth. Yuri hugs you from behind, her arms wrapped around your waist, nuzzling her head against your back like her favorite pillow. It’s your innermost desires at its most raw, fully realized.

You feel content. You feel grateful.

The same three words repeat in your mouth over and over, spaced between the occasional kiss to both idols, deeply imprinting how much they mean to you. “I love you. I love you.”

You barely scrub each other for over ten minutes before you leave the shower. The two girls crash back into your bed after a rushed effort to dry up, completely overlooking their wet hair. You quietly follow, putting yourself in the center as your two biases instinctively wrap an arm around you, the now quiet mood in the room a far cry from the loud mess it was when you first entered. The last image saved in your head is Yuri’s gentle smile, her finger reaching out to brush away a little strand of hair before you all eventually pass out from exhaustion.

You’ve never been in a better position to die happier.

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The morning after is the first after a long time that you don’t feel like complete shit.

The room reeks of sex—a smell that will permeate for a long, long time. Thankfully, it’s the weekend and you’re in no rush to put on your typical office wear. Minju and Yuri are long gone, and so is any trace of their presence in your apartment, except the lingering scent of last night’s activities. Just like that, life goes on.

Mostly.

The day after, you’ve tidied up most of your apartment. By Monday, to the surprise of your employer, you start working past the usual 9-to-5. He makes a little comment about your sudden change of heart walking past your cubicle. “You’re usually the first one out.”

The snarky remark goes overlooked, mostly because you’re preoccupied with thoughts of Minju and Yuri, as usual. You drown yourself in monotonous officework with the purpose of collapsing once you go home. It works. You’d rather be anywhere but home or holding a bottle.

A week passes. Rumblings of your character development spread like wildfire around the workplace, but you pay no heed to it. Friday arrives, and it pains you to hear that you’re not allowed to work overtime hours because of their employee friendly policy. Your mates invite you for a night at some club downtown, but you decline. Some part of you clings to the little hope that they might be there tonight.

The place is mostly empty, save for a few early patrons. You’ve got all night and the weekend, but you didn’t have to wait very long.

As soon as you put your menu down, ready for dinner, the two women have taken seats right in front of you. No words necessary, only warm, easy smiles.

You smile back. “Is this going to be our thing now?”

Now armed with dangerously alluring blonde hair, Yuri briefly kisses you, followed by an inviting smirk shared with Minju that tells you everything you need to know. “We hope your weekend schedule is empty. We have so much in store for you.”

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(A/N: I really love fan x idol stories, so this particular one hits all the right notes for me. Apologies once again for taking too long, this was supposed to be done when Taxi dropped (great comeback, go stream!). It's amazing to see Yuri potentially hitting it big globally with her Squid Game 2 casting news, here's hoping Minjobless can find big roles in movies and dramas as well! She deserves it. Thank you for reading!)

(PS: College started up again and I'm drowning in intensive research and assignments, oof. Currently, the only day I have free time is Sunday, since I have school stuff six of the seven days of the week. Expect more lengthy gaps of this magnitude between fics. Additionally, the Pokémon DLC is coming out real soon, which definitely will occupy my spare time more. However, this will change sometime around mid-to-late September, so here's hoping I can get a few more fics out for you. Appreciate you as always <3)

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Minju haven’t been eating well… she looks so thin now

she looks thin but im not alarmed. maybe she is losing weight for the role of her movie. but from what i know she is eating fine. she takes pics of her food in bubble so i can tell you that

#ask #anon

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sorry if this has been asked before but will you continue the girl's club series?

That's the big question lmao. I have some drafts almost done some that haven't started but I have ideas for but some are just blank. sorry for the delay (that's an understatement). but ill see when I can try to upload it. Please send reminders if you want to make sure I'm writing it.

#ask #anon #girl's club

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which fic universe would you love to be in and why? can be yours can be any other writer's.

For me it would be my Best Class fic. One it is set in a future when izone is still a thing and im dating Minju and im a student in seoul. idk just random things that i wish would happen to be from ranking things that would least likey to happen to most. even if there is a small chance.

#ask #keeiqing

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Send me asks while i study for my finals

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Over 500 notes!!! Thanks yall for the warm embrace after the long drought

Frat Boy

Kim Minju

Tags: Too lazy to put tags. Just read if you wanna know ;)

Words: 3.6k

Sorry it took a while. It was supposed to be uploaded yesterday. But thanks to Finals approaching I got busy.

It is already the end of class, and you get down the elevator and head to your dorm. But before you can get home. You see one of your frat mates come over to you.

“Dude!” You shout.

Your friend comes over and brofists you.

“You coming to the frat party tonight?”

“Bro, I got a big test next week.”

“So? Your smart ass already studied for that.”

“I just don’t want to fail. I’m still gunning for Dean’s Lister.”

“Come on, man. A sorority is coming over. Time to find some chicks, you know.”

You’re reluctant. Even if you are in a fraternity, you have been hands-off. It is mainly for you to make connections. You have met a couple of interesting figures but nothing much that is interesting.

“You coming?”

“Fine.” You groan.

“It is later tonight. Just come to the house.”

“Yeah. Yeah.” You wave your hand. “I have to go.”

“Hehe. See ya tonight.”

“Yeah.”

You knock on the door. One of your fraternity brothers opens the door.

“Hey.”

“Everyone! Mireu is here!”

You hear cheers for your name.

“Welcome. Sorry for forcing you to not stay in the frat house.”

“Don’t worry. I got my own room anyway.”

“Nice! By the way, do you have the assignment for our physics class?”

“I’ll send you the answers tomorrow.”

“Great! I need them by Monday.”

“No problem.”

You enter the room. There are typical things happening in the house, drinking, playing games, and other roughhousing. But there is one thing new with the place. A set of new sorority girls have arrived. They are the talk of the town with how beautiful they are. But one of them catches your eye.

With all your confidence, you march up to one of them.

“Hey, my name is…”

“Mireu!” She completes your sentence.

“Yeah. I guess you heard.”

“Hi, my name is Chaewon. You must be pretty popular.”

“Nah, it’s mostly because I do their homework.”

“Wow. Can you do mine?”

“Depends. What is it?”

“I don’t know if you can help me. It’s some math assignment.”

“Hand it over to me. I’m sure I can help you with something. Just ring me up. We can have a private tutor session.”

“Oh, that’s nice.” She giggles

Then suddenly someone pulls your arm. “Mireu, let’s play a game.”

“What the heck?!”

He plops you down in a circle with half boys and half girls.

One of the girls grabs a bottle and places it in the center. She spins in and it lands on you.

“What’s this?” You question.

But all the girls giggle and whisper to each other. You can discern that there is someone they want to partner with.

“It’s seven minutes in heaven.”

“What the fuck?!”

You try to stand up but you can’t. The guys around you are already pushing you down back to your seat.

“You got picked. There is no turning back.”

You close your eyes, take a deep breath, and spin the bottle to pick your partner.

It spins. It goes around and points are different people in the circle. You pray and hope that you didn’t get a guy. Then it lands on this one girl. She is quiet and seems like she doesn’t talk much.

Without much hesitation, all of your frat brothers carry you to the bedroom while the girls are bringing the girl you picked to follow you.

They toss you to the bed, then leave you. The girls brought the girl that picked you up and lock the door as they leave.

The girl smiles and introduces herself.

“Hi, my name is Minju.”

“Ugh! Whatever. I’m Mireu.”

“Aren’t we supposed to have sex?”

“Don’t bother. I didn’t want to play this game anyway. So don’t get any ideas.”

“Oh…” Minju sits down on the floor with her back to the wall.”

“You alright?”

“Is…Is… is it because I’m ugly? I saw you talking to Chaewon-unnie. Don’t you want to play with her?”

You get up from the bed and kneel down in front of Minju. “No, I’m not in the mood for sex. Just be quiet or something.”

“Okay…”

She sounds disheartened and quiet for the next thirty seconds.

“Did you want to have sex?” You ask.

“Well, the girls said it is a good idea and a great way for me to lose my virginity.”

“You’re a virgin?”

She affirms with a very slight nod.

“Is this how you wanted to lose your virginity? With a random guy?”

“Maybe…maybe it’s just the pressure. All of the other girls already had sex.”

“Don’t worry about it. Do it with a guy you trust or love. It’s going to feel much better than something like this.”

“You sure?”

“Trust me.”

Then there is a series of loud knocks. “You guys done?”

You shout back. “Yup, we’re just about to finish.”

You stand up and head to the door. But before you can touch the handle, Minju tries to hug you. It is a big surprise from Minju.

“Thanks”. She says as she buries her head into your chest.

You are shocked to see such a gesture from some you just met.

“Uhh…. What are you doing?”

“Oh..sorry.” She lets go of the grip on you. Instead, she turns around and heads out of the door. You can peek thru and see her run into the crowd.

Chaewon comes over and checks you out. “You done I guess?”

“Sure…” You reply. Minju is stuck in your head all night. She is shy and quiet, something you found cute. But with her? She seems like an outsider compared to everyone in the room.

The night goes on. You are done with playing seven minutes of Heaven. Good thing that they didn’t invite you to play again. Instead, you are with Chaewon, talking to her. You found her fun to be around. Just asking random questions and things seems to click.

“So, Mireu, what’s your major?”

“Me? Actuarial Science.”

“Oh, What’s that?”

“Just think Statistics.”

“Oh! You must be smart then?”

“You can say.”

“What’s your GPA?”

“3.95”

“Oh…. let me use the restroom.”

She leaves you to be on the couch. You wait there while she does her business. You wait ten minutes. Then fifteen. It becomes thirty. You check your watch and see it is already almost midnight. At this point you give up, you head out of the house and into your car.

But before you can step on the sidewalk you turn to your right. It’s Minju.

“Ya!”

Minju is jumps since she was startled.

You look around and see no one else then you put your attention to her. “Need a lift?”

“Uhhhh…. Chaewon-unnie told me that she is going to pick me up.”

“She’s long gone.”

“You sure?”

“Has your text even been delivered?”

“No….”

“She’s probably hooking up with another guy. Come on, you can ride with me.”

“You sure?”

“Do you want to be left alone here?” You almost scold her.

She follows you to your car. You head for the driver’s seat while she goes for shotgun.

The car ride was mostly silent. She just gives you her address as your head to her place. You observe her. She is very timid, leaning at the window but then you see a shed of tears coming out of her ducts.

“Are… are you crying?”

She sits up straight and wipes the tears off her cheek. “No.” She says while she sniffles.

“Don’t make a mess on my seat.”

“Sorry….”

“There is some tissue on the glove box.”

She takes some out and wipes her tears.

“Ugh fine…. What’s wrong?”

“It’s….. it…just you didn’t want to have sex with me.”

“You really think that having sex with a random guy is going to fix your problems?”

“No….”

“So why did you join?”

“Same as you, I guess….my friends pressured me. Chaewon-unnie always describes how good it is. But I never experience something like that.”

“Don’t fall for that peer pressure. You find the guy when you find the guy.”

This cheers her up a bit but she still continues to cry. Soon as you reach her house, she is already cleaned up.

Minju exits your vehicle with a smile. She waves at you before she gets in her door. As soon as you know she is safe you back up to the road and go home. But suddenly a small smile forms. You feel happy a bit. You haven’t felt like this since your last girlfriend who cheated on you before you left for college.

That girl Minju lingers in your mind for the rest of the semester. You go thru classes. Everything that happens, you can see Minju doing it. Her face is plastered to all the girls in the room. You can’t get that girl out of your mind. All you see is her. She is the only thing on your mind.

Now it is the start of a new school year. You already became an inactive member of your fraternity. Finally, you feel a bit free from your old responsibilities. But you still try to keep a connection with them but now you gave your pin to the president.

Finally, you can give one hundred percent of your attention to your schooling. But then you can see that face again, that mysterious face. You see it then it is gone. Like she is following you but you can’t really tell who it is.

You go to one of your classes. When you get in, there aren’t a lot of people yet. It is early, what do you expect?

As the good student you are, you take a seat where you can get a good view of the class. As you take out your notebook, you see her. It’s Minju. It has been a while since you last saw her. But now you can see her every week.

She looks around for a seat. It didn’t seem like she noticed you. She just goes around finding a decent seat. Then she sees one beside you. It still doesn’t seem like she knows you. But as she comes closer, a sense of embarrassment ruins her.

The first thing she does is to do a ninety-degree bow to you and walks away.

“Wait! You can sit here.”

She looks at you and goes back to the seat that she originally wanted.

“Hello.” She mumbles.

“It’s Minju, right?”

“How do you want me to address you?”

“Just…Oppa, I guess?”

“Okay….Oppa.”

“You okay?”

“Sorry, I didn’t expect you to be here.”

“Just relax. I know the prof. He is chill.”

“Really?”

Then the door opens. It is the professor that you told Minju about. He comes in front and introduces himself. He is a chill prof unlike the many that you wish could change him. As the class is about to end, he gives out an assignment for everyone.

You turn to Minju. “Wanna work together ?”

“Sure.” She happily agrees.

It’s the first time that she has been relaxed with you. But when she smiles. It hits you. You noticed how beautiful she is despite her dorky appearance. When he wasn’t very confident with her looks, you can see past that. You are starstruck.

“Do you need my number?” Minju asks.

You snap out of the trance the nod. She hands her phone to you and you type down your number.

“Sorry, Oppa. Let’s do the assignement later. I have a class.”

“Just text me or call. Whatever works for you.”

She chuckles. “I’ll just text you.” She waves bye as you sit on your sit, smitten. That one moment when you look at her, you wish that she is your girlfriend.

The day goes on. You keep on staring at your phone to check to see if Minju has responded to you. Hour by hour, minute by minute, second by second. Each moment is filled with your thoughts of Minju. Then suddenly, during one of your classes, your phone vibrates.

“Hi, Oppa. Sorry for being so forward. Wanna do the assignment together?”

You quickly grab your phone. “Sure. When are you free?”

“I’m thinking after school. Umm….. I’m busy until then.”

You ponder for a moment. It shouldn’t be this easy to get a date. “You sure? I don’t want to keep you busy.”

Bubbles pop up on the bottom of the screen. Then it disappears.

Is this too much?

Then it pops up and a message is sent. “It’s no problem. Can we meet at your place? My place is a mess thanks to my roommate.”

You get nervous. This isn’t like you. The feeling inside your gut isn’t something you are used to, especially for a girl.

“Sure. I’ll meet you at 7?”

You wait near the exit of your school. You check your watch and see it is almost seven. She is still not there. You check your watch again, barely anytime has passed. Then you see a group of girls passing by. You can see there is less than a handful of them. In the back is Minju. She comes closer and greets you, still wearing those nerdy glasses she had when you first met.

“Hi…oppa…” She is still nervous like you are meeting for the first time.

“Hey, Minju.”

The pack of girls behind are now giggling. Minju’s hands are shaking. “Sorry about them. They’re my sorority sisters.”

“You okay?”

“Yeah….”

“Don’t worry about them.”

“Okay.” Her voice is now more stable.

Then one of the girls shouts as you leave. “Treat her well.”

You can remember that voice as Chaewon’s. The girl you are supposed to meet that night before you met Minju.

Your attention is now on Minju as you bring her home.

Minju asks you about your dinner. “Have you eaten?”

“Oh, not yet.” Your mind has been nothing but Minju that you forgot to eat.

“Where do you want to get food?”

You check around the area and you see nothing but a convenience store.

“You…want 711?”

“Sure.”

You head inside and see what’s being served. There are some packed meals, sandwiches, and other quick and easy goodies. You look around and see the options. Minju is looking around as well and picks up something while you grab something more filling,

“You sure that’s enough, Minju?”

“It’s fine. I had a late lunch.”

You shrug your shoulder and head to the counter.

The clerk asks. “Want me to heat this up?”

“Sure.” You say. “Minju can you get me something to drink.”

She nods and waddles to the drinks section and turns behind the shelves.

“You dating her?” The clerk asks.

“I wish.”

“She seems nice.”

“Really?”

“Not my type but I’m sure. She’ll be fine for you.”

“Thanks. She’s cute.”

Minju returns with two cans of soda. “Here, I hope you like Coke.”

“It’s alright.” You look at her with a smile.

“Okay, is that all?”

You nod to the clerk as he packs up your food and drinks.

You and Minju leave the place but she is a bit clumsy but you pick her up before she falls to the ground.

“Are you okay?” You carefully ask Minju.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

Then you both head up to your apartment.

“Let’s eat first. I’m hungry.”

“Sure…”

Dinner is quiet. You eating and Minju is right beside you. It calls you to do something but you cannot find anything to start the conversation.

“Minju…” You try to open up.

She turns to you.

“Oh, wait.” You get up and grab a napkin then return back. “There is something on your face.”

Then there you are after cleaning up her, you face up against each other. You can feel her heartbeat and it is going fast. She isn’t backing up.

You look up and down then focus on her lips. This feels like forever. The thought of kissing those lips. The thought of your first kiss with Minju. Then you got tired of waiting and go for it. You kiss her lips. It is sweet as nectar the taste of Minju is on your lips.

You break the kiss for a moment.

“Minju, you like that?”

“Very much.”

Then you go for it. You cup her cheeks as your kiss her for the second time. Your hands from her cheeks down to her neck and to her breast. But she stops you and moves back.

“Minju!” you call her out. “Are you alright?”

“Ummm…..sorry. It’s just. You’re my first and….I don’t know if I’m ready.”

“Remember that night? When we first met?”

“Of course I do. You rejected me.”

“Minju!”

“Yes?”

“Do you want me to be your first?”

“Yes but can we be… ge—”

For the third time, you dive into her lips and into the couch. The force you put upon her makes the both of you laugh. So you kiss again as she starts to undress you. You remove your shirt and unbutton her blouse. You can see her pair of breasts locked by a brasserie.

Minju removes her blouse and unbuttons her bra. Her breasts are now free for you to use. You start to suck on them, playing with the nipple simultaneously. As you enjoy your time with Minju’s breasts, your hand starts to linger down to her blue jeans. It unbuttons her pants and slides inside her panties.

You play with her gently. First slowly, then turn into rough. But as soon as Minju feels it, she stops you.

“Let’s just do this gently please.”

“Okay, how do you want to do this?”

“Umm…I’m not sure. But….”

“You just want to go straight to sex?”

“Sure!”

You lead her to the bedroom. Her chest is exposed and her pants are halfway down. You push her to the bed and move back to kissing.

“After that night, I never thought you’ll actually be in my bedroom.”

“Aren’t you happy?”

“I’ll wouldn’t have done it any other way.”

You peck her lips one more time then stand up.

“You ready?”

She gets up and removes her pants and her panties while you get naked. You look at each other and laugh a bit.

“You think it is small?”

“Well, I don’t have a comparison.”She squeezes her breasts. “You think these are small?”

“I don’t care. Boobs are boobs and yours are great.”

She blushes.

You grab her and pull her closer. “Let’s just do this simple, okay?”

She looks up to you and smiles. “Sure.”

You kiss her again and gently lay her on your bed. Your hands interlock in this passionate set. Then finally you align your tip to her entrance. You thrust inside. Minju grunts as there is a hint of pain.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine. Just continue.”

You run in deeper and you can feel as if you are at your max. Then you slowly start thrusting. First in and out, just getting used to her unused pussy. Then when things are running smoothly, you move faster and faster. Things become more and more pleasurable which causes you to moan.

You notice that Minju’s eyes are closed but with a smile of satisfaction. She also grunts as she takes you in. But those grunts turn into moans like yours. They both become louder and louder. You try to silence her but forcing a kiss. It works for a second but instead of kissing you for longer, Minju bites your lip.

“Fuck me. That’s hot.”

“You like that?”

“Very much.”

You fuck again and kiss her again. It is getting up to you. You thrust faster and faster, feeling the deepest parts of her womb.

You can’t stop. Her pussy feels better after each second. Her breasts jiggle as your large force is inside Minju.

“Fuck! Minju! Ugh!”

“Come on, get me more, Oppa!”

Those words encourage you to move in deeper and deeper. You try to pleasure yourself and Minju as much as you can and it works. Your cock is feeling the best as it can with a virgin hole while you can hear Minju shout in delight.

It is hard for her to stop moaning and groaning. It starts to fill the room. For you, your own sounds of orgasm are in perfect key with Minju’s.

Then you can feel your gut turn. It is time. Your cock is throbbing.

“Minju! I’m going to—”

Then you spew your seed. You empty every single drop of semen inside her. Rounds, rounds of cum run inside her.

You pull back and see Minju catching her breath. She looks tired but still beautiful. You jump in bed with her and pull her in your arms.

“Oppa, that was amazing.”

“You must have enjoyed that.”

“Mhm.” She nods.

You pet her hair as Minju falls asleep. As you see her gently slumbering, you start to drift to rest.

It’s the next day. Laying beside you is Minju. She is sound asleep so you try to quietly leave the room, still naked from last night. You quickly try to pick up something to wear. Once you are dressed, you head out and look for something to eat in the morning.

You can still see the food you left for dinner and then pack them up. You clean up the small mess you left behind. Then you hear a creak on the door. It is Minju. She is still holding her clothes from last night.

“You wanna leave?”

“Sorry, I thought you left.”

“Minju, do you want to date?”

“Date?”

“Do you think that last night meant nothing?”

“No, I mean….I’d love to be your girlfriend.”

You open your arms open and walk to Minju. You embrace her as she snuggles up against your chest.

“Come on, we still have class.”

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Frat Boy

Kim Minju

Tags: Too lazy to put tags. Just read if you wanna know ;)

Words: 3.6k

Sorry it took a while. It was supposed to be uploaded yesterday. But thanks to Finals approaching I got busy.

It is already the end of class, and you get down the elevator and head to your dorm. But before you can get home. You see one of your frat mates come over to you.

“Dude!” You shout.

Your friend comes over and brofists you.

“You coming to the frat party tonight?”

“Bro, I got a big test next week.”

“So? Your smart ass already studied for that.”

“I just don’t want to fail. I’m still gunning for Dean’s Lister.”

“Come on, man. A sorority is coming over. Time to find some chicks, you know.”

“You coming?”

“Fine.” You groan.

“It is later tonight. Just come to the house.”

“Yeah. Yeah.” You wave your hand. “I have to go.”

“Hehe. See ya tonight.”

“Yeah.”

You knock on the door. One of your fraternity brothers opens the door.

“Hey.”

“Everyone! Mireu is here!”

You hear cheers for your name.

“Welcome. Sorry for forcing you to not stay in the frat house.”

“Don’t worry. I got my own room anyway.”

“Nice! By the way, do you have the assignment for our physics class?”

“I’ll send you the answers tomorrow.”

“Great! I need them by Monday.”

“No problem.”

With all your confidence, you march up to one of them.

“Hey, my name is…”

“Mireu!” She completes your sentence.

“Yeah. I guess you heard.”

“Hi, my name is Chaewon. You must be pretty popular.”

“Nah, it’s mostly because I do their homework.”

“Wow. Can you do mine?”

“Depends. What is it?”

“I don’t know if you can help me. It’s some math assignment.”

“Hand it over to me. I’m sure I can help you with something. Just ring me up. We can have a private tutor session.”

“Oh, that’s nice.” She giggles

Then suddenly someone pulls your arm. “Mireu, let’s play a game.”

“What the heck?!”

He plops you down in a circle with half boys and half girls.

One of the girls grabs a bottle and places it in the center. She spins in and it lands on you.

“What’s this?” You question.

But all the girls giggle and whisper to each other. You can discern that there is someone they want to partner with.

“It’s seven minutes in heaven.”

“What the fuck?!”

You try to stand up but you can’t. The guys around you are already pushing you down back to your seat.

“You got picked. There is no turning back.”

You close your eyes, take a deep breath, and spin the bottle to pick your partner.

Without much hesitation, all of your frat brothers carry you to the bedroom while the girls are bringing the girl you picked to follow you.

They toss you to the bed, then leave you. The girls brought the girl that picked you up and lock the door as they leave.

The girl smiles and introduces herself.

“Hi, my name is Minju.”

“Ugh! Whatever. I’m Mireu.”

“Aren’t we supposed to have sex?”

“Don’t bother. I didn’t want to play this game anyway. So don’t get any ideas.”

“Oh…” Minju sits down on the floor with her back to the wall.”

“You alright?”

“Is…Is… is it because I’m ugly? I saw you talking to Chaewon-unnie. Don’t you want to play with her?”

You get up from the bed and kneel down in front of Minju. “No, I’m not in the mood for sex. Just be quiet or something.”

“Okay…”

She sounds disheartened and quiet for the next thirty seconds.

“Did you want to have sex?” You ask.

“Well, the girls said it is a good idea and a great way for me to lose my virginity.”

“You’re a virgin?”

She affirms with a very slight nod.

“Is this how you wanted to lose your virginity? With a random guy?”

“Maybe…maybe it’s just the pressure. All of the other girls already had sex.”

“Don’t worry about it. Do it with a guy you trust or love. It’s going to feel much better than something like this.”

“You sure?”

“Trust me.”

Then there is a series of loud knocks. “You guys done?”

You shout back. “Yup, we’re just about to finish.”

You stand up and head to the door. But before you can touch the handle, Minju tries to hug you. It is a big surprise from Minju.

“Thanks”. She says as she buries her head into your chest.

You are shocked to see such a gesture from some you just met.

“Uhh…. What are you doing?”

“Oh..sorry.” She lets go of the grip on you. Instead, she turns around and heads out of the door. You can peek thru and see her run into the crowd.

Chaewon comes over and checks you out. “You done I guess?”

“Sure…” You reply. Minju is stuck in your head all night. She is shy and quiet, something you found cute. But with her? She seems like an outsider compared to everyone in the room.

“So, Mireu, what’s your major?”

“Me? Actuarial Science.”

“Oh, What’s that?”

“Just think Statistics.”

“Oh! You must be smart then?”

“You can say.”

“What’s your GPA?”

“3.95”

“Oh…. let me use the restroom.”

But before you can step on the sidewalk you turn to your right. It’s Minju.

“Ya!”

Minju is jumps since she was startled.

You look around and see no one else then you put your attention to her. “Need a lift?”

“Uhhhh…. Chaewon-unnie told me that she is going to pick me up.”

“She’s long gone.”

“You sure?”

“Has your text even been delivered?”

“No….”

“She’s probably hooking up with another guy. Come on, you can ride with me.”

“You sure?”

“Do you want to be left alone here?” You almost scold her.

She follows you to your car. You head for the driver’s seat while she goes for shotgun.

“Are… are you crying?”

She sits up straight and wipes the tears off her cheek. “No.” She says while she sniffles.

“Don’t make a mess on my seat.”

“Sorry….”

“There is some tissue on the glove box.”

She takes some out and wipes her tears.

“Ugh fine…. What’s wrong?”

“It’s….. it…just you didn’t want to have sex with me.”

“You really think that having sex with a random guy is going to fix your problems?”

“No….”

“So why did you join?”

“Same as you, I guess….my friends pressured me. Chaewon-unnie always describes how good it is. But I never experience something like that.”

“Don’t fall for that peer pressure. You find the guy when you find the guy.”

This cheers her up a bit but she still continues to cry. Soon as you reach her house, she is already cleaned up.

You go to one of your classes. When you get in, there aren’t a lot of people yet. It is early, what do you expect?

The first thing she does is to do a ninety-degree bow to you and walks away.

“Wait! You can sit here.”

She looks at you and goes back to the seat that she originally wanted.

“Hello.” She mumbles.

“It’s Minju, right?”

“How do you want me to address you?”

“Just…Oppa, I guess?”

“Okay….Oppa.”

“You okay?”

“Sorry, I didn’t expect you to be here.”

“Just relax. I know the prof. He is chill.”

“Really?”

You turn to Minju. “Wanna work together ?”

“Sure.” She happily agrees.

“Do you need my number?” Minju asks.

You snap out of the trance the nod. She hands her phone to you and you type down your number.

“Sorry, Oppa. Let’s do the assignement later. I have a class.”

“Just text me or call. Whatever works for you.”

She chuckles. “I’ll just text you.” She waves bye as you sit on your sit, smitten. That one moment when you look at her, you wish that she is your girlfriend.

“Hi, Oppa. Sorry for being so forward. Wanna do the assignment together?”

You quickly grab your phone. “Sure. When are you free?”

“I’m thinking after school. Umm….. I’m busy until then.”

You ponder for a moment. It shouldn’t be this easy to get a date. “You sure? I don’t want to keep you busy.”

Bubbles pop up on the bottom of the screen. Then it disappears.

Is this too much?

Then it pops up and a message is sent. “It’s no problem. Can we meet at your place? My place is a mess thanks to my roommate.”

You get nervous. This isn’t like you. The feeling inside your gut isn’t something you are used to, especially for a girl.

“Sure. I’ll meet you at 7?”

“Hi…oppa…” She is still nervous like you are meeting for the first time.

“Hey, Minju.”

The pack of girls behind are now giggling. Minju’s hands are shaking. “Sorry about them. They’re my sorority sisters.”

“You okay?”

“Yeah….”

“Don’t worry about them.”

“Okay.” Her voice is now more stable.

Then one of the girls shouts as you leave. “Treat her well.”

You can remember that voice as Chaewon’s. The girl you are supposed to meet that night before you met Minju.

Your attention is now on Minju as you bring her home.

Minju asks you about your dinner. “Have you eaten?”

“Oh, not yet.” Your mind has been nothing but Minju that you forgot to eat.

“Where do you want to get food?”

You check around the area and you see nothing but a convenience store.

“You…want 711?”

“Sure.”

“You sure that’s enough, Minju?”

“It’s fine. I had a late lunch.”

You shrug your shoulder and head to the counter.

The clerk asks. “Want me to heat this up?”

“Sure.” You say. “Minju can you get me something to drink.”

She nods and waddles to the drinks section and turns behind the shelves.

“You dating her?” The clerk asks.

“I wish.”

“She seems nice.”

“Really?”

“Not my type but I’m sure. She’ll be fine for you.”

“Thanks. She’s cute.”

Minju returns with two cans of soda. “Here, I hope you like Coke.”

“It’s alright.” You look at her with a smile.

“Okay, is that all?”

You nod to the clerk as he packs up your food and drinks.

You and Minju leave the place but she is a bit clumsy but you pick her up before she falls to the ground.

“Are you okay?” You carefully ask Minju.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

Then you both head up to your apartment.

“Let’s eat first. I’m hungry.”

“Sure…”

Dinner is quiet. You eating and Minju is right beside you. It calls you to do something but you cannot find anything to start the conversation.

“Minju…” You try to open up.

She turns to you.

“Oh, wait.” You get up and grab a napkin then return back. “There is something on your face.”

Then there you are after cleaning up her, you face up against each other. You can feel her heartbeat and it is going fast. She isn’t backing up.

You break the kiss for a moment.

“Minju, you like that?”

“Very much.”

Then you go for it. You cup her cheeks as your kiss her for the second time. Your hands from her cheeks down to her neck and to her breast. But she stops you and moves back.

“Minju!” you call her out. “Are you alright?”

“Ummm…..sorry. It’s just. You’re my first and….I don’t know if I’m ready.”

“Remember that night? When we first met?”

“Of course I do. You rejected me.”

“Minju!”

“Yes?”

“Do you want me to be your first?”

“Yes but can we be… ge—”

You play with her gently. First slowly, then turn into rough. But as soon as Minju feels it, she stops you.

“Let’s just do this gently please.”

“Okay, how do you want to do this?”

“Umm…I’m not sure. But….”

“You just want to go straight to sex?”

“Sure!”

You lead her to the bedroom. Her chest is exposed and her pants are halfway down. You push her to the bed and move back to kissing.

“After that night, I never thought you’ll actually be in my bedroom.”

“Aren’t you happy?”

“I’ll wouldn’t have done it any other way.”

You peck her lips one more time then stand up.

“You ready?”

She gets up and removes her pants and her panties while you get naked. You look at each other and laugh a bit.

“You think it is small?”

“Well, I don’t have a comparison.”She squeezes her breasts. “You think these are small?”

“I don’t care. Boobs are boobs and yours are great.”

She blushes.

You grab her and pull her closer. “Let’s just do this simple, okay?”

She looks up to you and smiles. “Sure.”

“You okay?”

“I’m fine. Just continue.”

“Fuck me. That’s hot.”

“You like that?”

“Very much.”

You fuck again and kiss her again. It is getting up to you. You thrust faster and faster, feeling the deepest parts of her womb.

You can’t stop. Her pussy feels better after each second. Her breasts jiggle as your large force is inside Minju.

“Fuck! Minju! Ugh!”

“Come on, get me more, Oppa!”

It is hard for her to stop moaning and groaning. It starts to fill the room. For you, your own sounds of orgasm are in perfect key with Minju’s.

Then you can feel your gut turn. It is time. Your cock is throbbing.

“Minju! I’m going to—”

Then you spew your seed. You empty every single drop of semen inside her. Rounds, rounds of cum run inside her.

You pull back and see Minju catching her breath. She looks tired but still beautiful. You jump in bed with her and pull her in your arms.

“Oppa, that was amazing.”

“You must have enjoyed that.”

“Mhm.” She nods.

You pet her hair as Minju falls asleep. As you see her gently slumbering, you start to drift to rest.

“You wanna leave?”

“Sorry, I thought you left.”

“Minju, do you want to date?”

“Date?”

“Do you think that last night meant nothing?”

“No, I mean….I’d love to be your girlfriend.”

You open your arms open and walk to Minju. You embrace her as she snuggles up against your chest.

“Come on, we still have class.”

#Kim Minju #Kpop smut #izone smut #Minju smut

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russett-pots · 9 months

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Well yall want innocent minju. I'll give you. I'm working on it rn so hopefully I'll post soon

I'll try to expedite this since I haven't posted a smut in a while.

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I'll try to expedite this since I haven't posted a smut in a while.

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russett-pots · 10 months

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Our Yena made her comeback! Did you already listen it? what do you think about her comeback?

Well. I needed to watch the MV several times before I made my opinion of it. It is nice. Catchy beat and it has that teen pop sound. But im not into that but hey it is Yena. She can definitely has her colors,

#ask #anon

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Jinni (SMUT)

You woke up, hearing your pants being unzipped. You looked down and saw a head looking down at your bottom half. The head looked up, revealed to be Jinni with her hair slightly messy, nevertheless she looked so pretty but in this case… she looks so seductive.

Jinni pulled your dick out and wrapped her fingers around it, feeling it’s size. She smiled at you, who’s nervous and tried to stop her. “Jinni, you shouldn’t do this… stop…”

“Are you sure you want me to stop?” She asked.

“I… I don’t know…” You admitted.

Jinni leaned up towards you and gave a small kiss.

“Don’t think… let me do it…” Jinni whispered to you.

Jinni kissed you as her hands started her magic, stroking your member slowly.

Jinni then slowly moved down and allowed your dick to enter her mouth as she looked at you, daring you to stop her.

Jinni allowed her tongue to explore your dick, making you inevitably let out a small moan.

“Jinni…” You softly moaned.

“It’s okay Oppa… Just enjoy this.” Jinni said as she slowly let her hands went around your back as she continued to give you a blowjob.

You put your hands on her head, trying to enjoy the control over her. Jinni smiled at you, all the while maintaining eye contact while sucking your dick.

Jinni managed to go even deeper and put your cock deeper into her mouth. You could feel your cock hitting the back of her throat.

“Jinni!” You moaned.

Jinni simply felt more motivated as her tongue roamed around your cock and sucked your cock even harder.

“Mmm.” Jinni moaned on your cock satisfied.

The sound of her sucking your cock filling the entire living room. *GAWK GAWK GAWK*

Her tongue was all around your cock, giving you sensations you never felt before.

For a while, she went down to your balls and lick it gently, making you squirm a little. You tried to have a little control.

Having your hands on her head, you slowly pull her off your balls and guided her back to your cock where she continued her magic on it. She closed her eyes and deepthroated your cock, making you smile in pleasure.

“Jinni, you are good…” You admitted, whispering to her.

You patted her head as she worked hard on your cock and focused on pleasuring you. Slowly, she pulled you closer, making your cock even deeper into her. You relaxed your shoulders, allowing her to do her magic,

Soon enough, Jinni’s actions were too much for you to handle and you cummed inside her mouth.

“AHHH!” You groaned as your cum spurted inside Jinni’s mouth and hit the back of her throat.

Jinni simply continued sucking your dick, making sure to get all of the cum flowing out.

Jinni looked back at you, her eyes ever so seductive.

You stroked her hair, smiling softly at her.

Jinni's eyes looked surprised, and you mouthed thank you to her as she swallowed your cum.

Jinni got up slowly, and looked at you.

You thought you did something wrong.

“Did I do something wrong…” You said, worried.

“Oppa, all the guys that I've been with… no one treated me so lovingly. They all just want me to suck them off and treat me like a slut…” Jinni admitted, sitting beside you.

“But now… I want you to be my first.” Jinni said, as she started taking off her clothes… one by one…

And when it was time to take off her bra and panties… She stood up and walked slowly to the bathroom, her face never looking away from you.

“Oppa, if you want me. Come with me.” Jinni said, her finger telling you to come with her.

And right before she entered the room, she took off her bra, but her hands were covering her beautiful pale breasts and throwing her bra at you.

You catch the bra, looking at it for a while, processing her actions before joining her in the room.

You see her naked, waiting on the bed for you. Jinni smirks as she sees you enter the room, fully aware that you won’t resist her.

You step on her panty that was on the ground and go on top of her, Jinni smiles as she’s below you.

“Do it, Oppa. Fuck me.” Jinni said, tempting you and she wrapped her hands around your shoulder, pulling you closer to her.

You nodded as you slowly put your cock into her naked pussy, Jinni moaning softly as the first inches of your cock entered her.

“Mmm. Yes… More, put your entire dick into me.” Jinni urged, closing her eyes and pulling you even closer to her. You kiss her neck as your cock enters deeper into her tight pussy. Her soft airy moans give you motivation as you slowly thrust in and out of her.

Jinni helds your head close to her neck and pulls you down closer to her breast and body. “Oppa, kiss my body. Touch me. Make me feel good.” She said, you kiss her naked breasts and grab them lustfully as you tried your best to make her feel good.

Jinni smiled, full of pleasure and happiness. “Oppa.” Jinni pulled your head away from her breast and looked at you.

“I want you to fuck me hard, use my body. Fill me with your cum.” Jinni said, as she looked at you seductively and pulled up to kiss you.

You quickly thrusted in and out of her, making use of your energy and stamina to fuck her, to make sure she feels satisfied, especially… to fill her with your cum.

“Oppa, fuck me harder please. Your dick is making me feel so good.” Jinni said, moaning while your dick is entering in and out of her.

The sound of her moaning was loud and probably would have awakened the surrounding neighbors , but neither you and Jinni cared.

You groaned as your entire dick was filling Jinni’s tight pussy. You manage to pull a gentle smile at Jinni as you fucked her.

Jinni smiles back at you before she puts her lips on yours, pulling you in for a passionate kiss.

All those fucking have made your cock reach a point and you were going to cum soon.

You tried to warn Jinni but she wouldn’t let go of you, not allowing you to interrupt the incredibly passionate and lustful kissing between you two.

Then… it happened, your cock unleashed a huge explosion of cum into her unprotected pussy.

Jinni let go of you, a soft moan escaping her mouth as she felt your warm cum flowing in her tight pussy.

“Jinni…” You said, breathless from all the ducking and kissing.

“Oppa, you are good.” Jinni said, smiling at you.

You pulled out of Jinni’s pussy, your cock aching to re-enter.

“I love you.” You blurted out, it’s not a secret that you have been crushing on her a long time ago.

You laid beside Jinni, stroking her hair as she looks at you and laying her head on your shoulder.

You look at Jinni’s beautiful face, her messy hair somehow making her look even better.

Soon, your eyes feel heavy, the exhausting fucking have made you tired and you soon fall asleep, with the girl of your dreams beside you.

After you fall asleep, Jinni quietly got up and smiled as she took out the camera from the side of the room that had captured the entire lustful fucking in the room….

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russett-pots · 10 months

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any thoughts of writing a light bdsm fic involving tying up their arms and licking/tickling their armpits while they writhe and giggle in pleasure?

i have thoughts but i dont have writing HAHHAHAHHA. well i would love to make another armpit smut. im a washed writer. i don't have any ideas

#ask #instanttaeyeonthusiast

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russett-pots · 10 months

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Yeah sorry for the confusion about the ask I was a little sleepy when I asked it but like gaeul Oppa futa or minju be dominant and own you

Gaeul Oppa defintly can dom me. Futa Minju is someone who is shy that she has a cock and would need reassurance to know that she is still beautiful.

#ask #anon

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How would futa gaeul Oppa dominant you

TW: Kinda dark

She'll pin me down on the bed then gently rub her futa cock on my ass. Then she feels the fit. There isn't much space. Her unlubed dong impales me from behind. She laughs as I try to scream. and at the end she explodes inside me. she leaves me behind to get a smoke on the balcony as I cry because of my ruined ass.

#ask #anon

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russett-pots · 10 months

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Lastless Memories

Kim Chaewon

Word Count: 2k (exactly)

Tags: Angsty

Here is a piece that is long overdue.

Anyway, enjoy.

You walk from the living room to the bedroom. There is a girl still wearing a bathrobe as she is trying to pick out her outfit.

“Chaewon! We’re late!”

“Hold on.” She tried to calm you down.

You get frustrated. It isn’t the first time that Chaewon is late.

“The party is supposed to start by now.”

“Wait, Just let me pick something out.” She tries to calm you down.

“Chaewon!” You raised your voice, almost shouting. Your hands wrap out your forehead to reduce the headache. “Argh. Whatever, pick something nice.”

“I will, don’t worry.” Chaewon gets a little irritated but tries to stay calm before anything escalates.

You walk out but not before slamming the door behind you.

Ah Chaewon, would you just. Argh!

You go to the couch and sit down. Your head leans back and your legs spread out, giving you some sense of calmness.

Your relationship with Chaewon is complicated. You love her and still do. But some kinks need to be worked out but you aren’t sure if Chaewon is eye to eye with what you see as the problem with the relationship.

Chaewon comes out of her bedroom with her outfit. She is stunning but your eyes just roll over as you just want to get to the party now.

“Happy?”

“Yes, now let’s go.”

You and Chaewon go to your car and drive off to the party.

“Oppa?”

You grin. “Yes?!”

“What’s with the tone? Is there something wrong?”

“Seriously?! You don’t notice!”

“Is there something I did?”

“Of course there is! There is always something wrong with you?”

“Huh?! What does that suppose to mean?”

“You’re always late like today. We don’t meet often either. It’s like we aren’t spending time together.”

Chaewon turns to you. “Look I just had a project to do. Sorry.”

“Sorry? Sorry isn’t going to cover all the time you have been busy. You aren't the same person as before when we first dated.”

“I have been a busy person. I’m getting more and more responsibilities at work now. I thought you liked that!!!”

“Argh there are a lot of things!”

“What?! Are we just going to argue all night?”

“Well maybe if you have been on time we won’t be arguing!” You raise your voice.

Chaewon sits there shocked and just turns to the window in a curled-up position.

“Chaewon, I’m sorry. I’m just frustrated.” You try to touch her.

But she pushes you away.

“Chaewon, let’s just enjoy the party okay, we can have this conversation later.”

She turns back to you with her arms crossed and pouting. Her lips are shut as you finally arrive at the party.

You park the car and quickly rush to the other side and like a gentleman you open the door for Chaewon. You extend your hand so you can escort her.

But she slaps it away.

“Chaewon. Let’s not be like this tonight. I heard they have your favorite cookie.”

“Cookie? …..Fine. But I’m still mad at you.” She smiles at you as if nothing happened before.

She gets up and starts walking.

You follow her then she puts her hand behind her so you can hold it.

You knock on the door. Then Yuri comes out.

“Oppa!” She runs out and hugs you. “Unnie!” She hugs Chaewon as well.

“Sorry for being late.” You apologize.

“Well, I wished you could have come earlier. But I’m glad both of you are here.”

Yuri welcomes you inside. There is a bustling party going on. It’s to celebrate Yuri’s work friend who is going to move abroad and they want to throw a farewell party.

You’re mainly invited because you’re Yuri’s friend and she wants you to join.

You quickly just find a seat on one of the couches in the living room. You and Chaewon just sit down with your arm over her shoulder.

“I’m hungry,” Chaewon says.

“Okay, I’ll get some food.” You stand up and head to the table and get something to eat.

You return to Chaewon you see her talking to another guy while smiling. You run to the guy and pull his collar. “Ya! That’s my girlfriend.”

Chaewon gets up and stops you.

“Oppa! What are you doing?!”

You lower your fist and quickly face Chaewon. “What are you cheating on me now?”

“Cheating?! I can’t believe you think I’m cheating! I hate you!”

You sigh a quick breath of disbelief.

People start to gather around you. Yuri comes over and tries to separate you from the other guy. “Oppa let’s go.”

“Don’t worry. I was just about to leave.”

You leave the party and Chaewon. You cannot believe what she just said to you.

Hate you?

Is it over?

It’s already late at night. Almost midnight. The fight made you tired and the food made you full. As you drive, you get tired. Your eyes start to droop. You try to wake yourself up as it is very dangerous for you to sleep while at the wheel especially since you are driving on an elevated highway.

Then your eyelids start to fall once. But you slap your face. Once again your eyes start to droop. Again your try to stay awake. Then your eyes droop for the…last…time….

A nurse heads over back to the nurse’s station.

“Oh my…Gosh! If Mr. Lee calms me over one more time….I’m going to….”

The head nurse comes over and consoles her. “Hey! We all did it once. You’re the new guy so um….just suck it up.”

“Fine….” She replies. “Yes, sir.”

Then the buzzer turns on again.

“Dammit! I just got here!”

The head nurse looks at which room is calling.

“Hold on, Eunbi. It’s that room. Call the doctor!”

Eunbi runs to the resident on call while the head nurse runs to the room.

There you are comatose on the bed, leads linked up to you. Your IV pinched to your body. You press the help button one more time with your weak hands.

The head nurse comes over and checks your vitals. He does a quick note down on your heart rate, breathing, and other important notes.

Then the doctor comes in with his resident.

You try to speak but barely make any noise. “What…happ…”

“Shhhhh…..” The doctor tries to calm you down. “You have been in a coma for the past two years…”

Then your heart rate goes up. You start to have a small panic attack, hyperventilating even. But the doctor is doing his best to try to calm you down. He was able to lower your heart and slow down your breathing. But still the thought of losing two years of your life.

You try to eat even in your weak state. Your arms and legs look very small like they haven’t exercised in years which they haven’t. But the nurse assists you as best as she can. But you barely eat. You don’t have much appetite for anything.

Finally, after a couple of days, you can finally walk with assistance. You head to the bathroom to wash your face. There you are, almost like a skeleton with an unkempt beard. You shave the beard but still not in the best shape. It is like the nurse is there for you to do everything. You are too weak to do anything for yourself.

Finally, it is the weekend, your parents visit.

Your mom comes over and hugs you. “Oh my gosh, my baby.” Her tight embrace surrounds you. Your dad joins in and you can feel their love for you.

It is already lunchtime and your meal arrives. Your arms are very skinny or skinnier than what was before. Your legs are not any better. That is why you need to eat as much as you can. You smile as you eat some nutrition as you look at your parents.

Then a knock on the door.

“Come in!” Your mom exclaims.

In comes, Yuri and a friend of hers. She comes and runs to you and hugs you and kisses you. You sit there shocked. “Babe, I’m so worried.”

“Sorry? Do I know you?”

“What….?”

Your mom comes up and says. “The doctor said he might have amnesia.”

“Oh, don’t you remember about me?” She replies. “It’s me, Chaewon.”

Then a rush of memories comes back. That night comes back. “Chaewon….”

Her eyes start to tear up. “Oppa…”

“I do remember you.”

“I knew it! We can just…”

“You said you hate me.”

Chaewon’s jaw drops. She cannot believe that is what you remember. Her memories are still fresh even after the two years you are gone.

She runs outside to the waiting room.

Yuri is just there still comprehending what just happened. “Oppa, you okay? Is that all you remember of her?”

“Yeah….”

“I just…. I’m just happy you are back.” Yuri says.

“Go with her…who…? What’s her name again?”

“Chaewon.”

Yuri runs out to Chaewon to comfort her.

Your mom comes over with her tea in one hand and her other stroking your hair.

“Mom. Who was she?”

“She was your girlfriend, baby. Can’t you…”

You stare at her.

“…yeah you can’t.”

You go back to your food, slurping some of your soup.

“She was a good girl, you know. Your dad and I liked her.”

“All I remember of her is that we had an argument and she….hated….me.”

Chaewon and Yuri come back to the room.

Chaewon comes up to you and holds your hand. “Oppa, please remember me. I love you.”

“I’m sorry. I remember you. You hurt me. Can you just…leave?”

She rushes outside to the waiting area. Now she can feel the hurt all over again. The news she felt when she first heard of you in the car accident. You can’t remember her. The only thing you know about her is the pain of the night when you had your argument.

Her eyes waterfall their way out of her eyes. Even if Yuri is there to comfort her. Nothing can be done to fix her heart. She has regretted everything since then. The fighting, the constant argument. Even if she knows that you only remember that night, it is still impossible for her to think that you are gone for her.

She mutters the small words to herself. “I love you, Oppa. Please forgive me.”

Yuri hugs her tight. “Unnie, let's go.” She holds Chaewon and brings her to the elevator.

“Yuri, do you think this is too much?” Chaweon shows her a bouquet of flowers.

“Unnie, this isn’t a funeral. He’s alive.”

“I know but…I’m trying to you know.”

“Take him back.”

“Aren’t you obsess with this?”

“I love him!” Chaewon shouts. “I know he still does.”

Yuri then knocks on your door.

You are happy when you see Yuri but then when Chaewon comes. You start to frown.

Chaewon shuffles her way to you with her flower. “These are for you.”

You stare at her blankly like no emotions except hate. Slowly the memories come back. But the hurtful ones. Nothing but pain and anguish is what’s in your heart.

Chaewon tries to hug you. But you push her away. She insists but you just deny any of her advances.

“What are you doing?!” You shout.

“Oppa…”

“Don’t oppa me.”

“But….”

“Yuri, why is she here?”

“She’s your girlfriend, oppa.”

You sigh. “Is that true?” You turn to Chaewon.

She nods cutely.

To be honest, her small aegyo does bring a smile to your face but you hide it before anyone else sees it.

“Chaewon…”

“Yes?!” She gets excited.

“Leave me alone. I can’t don’t this.”

“What do you mean?”

“You…me….even if it’s true that you’re my girlfriend. It isn’t going to happen anymore. I am hurt too much.”

Her face is dejected. She ran out of options. Nothing can bring the good memories back. She knows that it was her last chance and it failed.

Chaewon looks at you. “I enjoyed this…I enjoyed us.”

#Kpop angsts #Kim Chaewon #Chaewon Angst #izone angst

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