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hꪮᥒꫀᥡ ᥣꫀꪑꪮᥒ ᖯᥣᥲᥴk tꫀᥲ || jꫀꪮᥒ jᥙᥒgkꪮꪮk
방탄소년단 — jeon jungkook x black, female oc
It was a bright morning, almost nippy when the wind blew at a certain pace. The pavement glistened like a carpet of crushed diamonds in the early morning sunshine. Though, the few grey clouds that dotted the sky made a promise of rain later on in the day—and, if the weather report is reliable enough to go off of, that later would be sooner than noon.
However, despite those warnings, I decided to go on my Saturday morning walk to gain inspiration for my artwork.
I had been in a slump for months now and, if I’m being honest with myself, it’s mostly due to my poor life balance between school, work and my own sanity. So, maybe a long walk through campus will do me some good…hopefully.
“Kyoko? What’re you doing out here so early?”
A familiar voice and a pair of steps sounded from behind me. “Zenni and Chae Yeong? Hey!” I smiled as my two closest friends walked up to me in cropped hoodies and sweats. “I’m going on a walk, and you?” Zenni smiles back at me, “Same here.”
“It’s too pretty of a morning not to,” Chae Yeong finished, “How about we walk together?” I nod, “Yeah, that sounds fun.”
•
“So, have you seen him…?” Chae Yeong mumbles to us as if she’s telling the world’s darkest secret. I raise an eyebrow at her. “Seen who?” Zenni voices my thoughts.
“The new student? Jeon Jungkook?”
My eyes grow wide and I gasp, “No way. The Jeon Jungkook…? Nope…never heard of him.” I chuckle as Chae Yeong huffs and slaps my arm. “I’m being serious Kyoko!”
“Okay, so who’s this ‘Jeon Jungkook’ you speak of?” Zenni asks between amused snickers. Chae Yeong’s eyes sparkle as she begins to explain.
“I first met him in Professor Mae’s class. She was in the middle of explaining our social marketing project when he ran in panting and apologizing. And he sat down next to Bin Mi-Gyeong, lucky bitch. He has dark hair, a tattoo sleeve and wears all black. From what I gathered he’s a gamer on YouTube from Busan with over twelve million subscribers and eight million followers on Instagram. He curates at least one point two million likes between both platforms almost every day—Instagram, of course, gaining the most the fastest.”
Chae Yeong pulls out her phone and shoves it into our faces, my eyes forced to see a rather aesthetically pleasing Instagram page of an almost bunny looking, doe eyed boy.
“And he’s talented at everything he does. Just name it! Dance, singing, drawing, photography, boxing! He’s good at it all!”
I cross my arms. “And you just found out all of this…today?” The brunette only nods as she begins scrolling through the guy’s pictures—of which I’m sure she’s done a million times in the past hour.
“Come to think of it, I have heard of him,” Zenni starts, “Frankie Lennox was gossiping about him to her group of friends in class yesterday.”
“He just got here and he’s already making a fuss? I dunno if I’mma like this Jungkook guy,” I grumble. Chae Yeong just waves me off. “Oh, please, you say that now. But, wait until you see him. He missed most of his classes yesterday, but you share all of his morning courses.” Zenni laughs, “Be sure to say hi to him for me.” I roll my eyes, “Whatever.”
•
“Bak Yong, is that him? The one everyone’s been gawking over?” She sends me a dirty look but nods before returning back to her schoolwork.
Truthfully, I couldn’t help but to feel a bit curious. The boy had been the talk of the town lately. He and his friend, Bak Jimin, were rising in fame at the school rapidly. It was almost scary how far looks alone could get you. That’s definitely something I could never relate to. I sigh. “Someone like him would totally end up with someone like Zenni or Chae Yeong…maybe even Yoko.”
Yoko was my younger sister of two years. But, even so, I seemed like the youngest. She was more beautiful and more talented than I ever was. And it had always been that way. Though, I had never been jealous of her…I could only ever be proud of her accomplishments. Proud of the fact that she had never ended up like me.
In a weird way, I guess that makes me kind of pathetic.
•
Another day had passed and I found myself in my pajamas eating ramen with Zenni and Chae Yeong. “You saw him today, right?”
“For damn near five hours.”
“What was your reaction?” I sigh, “I only thought of how he would be a perfect match for Yoko.”
There was a long pause after that (the only sound cutting the silence was the slurping of my noodles).
“Yoko? Why do you think so highly of her?” Zenni questions, and I could hear the faint trace of frustration in her voice. I shrug. “I’m just proud of who she’s become. I am her older sister after all.” Chae Yeong growls, “You know she doesn’t think the same of you.” I only shrug again. “What does that matter? She’s better than me in every way…and that’s okay.”
“And do you really think that?” Zenni raises an eyebrow at me. I nod. “Of course, why wouldn’t it be?” I smile at her before looking down at the empty broth of my cup noodles.
It is okay, right?
•
“Now that I’ve explained your semi-finals project, I’ll be calling out the groups I chose. Since the class is uneven, there will be one team of three. Sītú Chan-juan and Kim Nabi, Ahn Min Jeong and Cha Ga Eul, Jeon Jungkook and Kangjeon Kyoko, Seok Nari and Asaki Luan—“
The world sat still for a moment. Everything went mute. And I could only focus on the fact that Professor Nam had just announced that Jeon Jungkook was my art project partner.
I could practically feel the hundreds of jealous eyes burning holes into every side of my head. I gulp.
I am so dead.
“Bak Yong, Bak Jimin and Seonghun Min. Please, go sit next to your partners. These will be your new assigned seats for the remainder of the year since you will have the same partners for the finals. Get started when you’re ready and remember to have fun, okay?”
“Yes, ma’am!”
The months of effort I put in to ignore him just so I could avoid a situation such as this one went down the drain as soon as Jungkook sat down in what was once Bak Yong’s seat. I groan, “What a disaster.”
“What’s a disaster?” He blinked at me with innocent eyes and a cheerful grin. “Hi, I’m Jungkook, nice to meet you.”
“Likewise,” I mumble. “Kyoko.”
“So, you’re Yoko’s older sister, huh?”
At the mention of Yoko’s name I sit up straight in my seat and turn all the way to face him. “You know Yoko?” He nods. “Yeah, we’re close friends. She told me that you think the world of her so, mentioning her would get me on your good side. You’re really scary and cold, did you know that?”
I glare at him. “How do you know Yoko?”
“She’s a really popular singer on YouTube these days. We met playing Among Us during a livestream with some mutual friends.” I purse my lips, “Well, if you’re good enough to be Yoko’s friend then, I guess you’re okay.”
“She said you’d say that, too…but, she doesn’t speak very highly of you.” I shrug. “So? Anyways, let’s get working on the project.”
•
A week. An entire week has past since I became Jungkook’s desk mate and project partner.
An entire week of threats and bullying. An entire week of bloody fights and teacher conferences.
An entire week of no motherfucking peace.
And yet Jungkook sat in front of me with the most carefree smile and, truly, wholeheartedly, I wanted to deck him in his pretty face so damn bad. But, instead, I grind my teeth together and continue searching for a reference for the portrait we decided to work on.
“Kyoko…?” His voice is soft as he murmurs my name. I glance up at him. “Yeah?”
“Can I…use you as reference for the portrait?” He’s shy as he asks. It really made me want to punch him even more.
“Why? Just use Yoko,” I reply dismissively.
“But, I—“
I glare at him.
“I wanna draw you.”
I sigh and sip my coffee. What the hell for? Though, as I continue to stare at him, I couldn’t bring myself to voice my thoughts. “Alright, fine, but don’t be upset with me when the painting gets ruined.”
And in turn his infamous bunny smile is directed at me as a faint blush dusts his cheeks. “Thanks.”
•
At some point honey lemon black tea—that and iced coffee—became my favorite drink to sip on while perfecting my art skills. And I had shared my newly found obsession with Chae Yeong, Zenni, Yoko and Jungkook.
It wasn’t long before him and I began sharing one cup with two straws of the sourly sweet flavored tea as he sketched me in his notebook more times than I cared to remember and as I sketched out different backgrounds for the easel.
“Y’know…you’re really pretty, Kyoko.”
“Stop mumbling nonsense.”
Jungkook had also become a lot more bolder and a lot more frequent when it came to voicing his nonsensical thoughts. Which, more or less, were compliments directed at me.
“But, it’s not nonsense. I really think so,” he continued confidently.
I put down my pencil with a sigh. “You don’t have to lie to me to get on my good side, Jungkook, I already like you.”
The ravenette blinks harshly at me before his nose scrunches up disapprovingly, “You can’t even tell a compliment from an insult. Does everyone really think that lowly of you?” I only shrug. “When you have the most perfect and beautiful younger sister, you’re kinda always compared. And…I’m okay with that.”
It’s silent for a moment too long, and I think the conversation is over, when he lets out a frustrated groan.
“I know we’ve known each other for barely a month now but, I’ve known your sister for two years and I think that—“ He cuts himself off, his face flushing a potent bright red. I raise an eyebrow at him, a gesture that he continue his sentence.
“…I think you’re more worth it than she is.”
“Worth what?” I breathed.
“Everything that she has and more.”
I glance up at him for a while. Trying to grasp onto every word he’s stated. I’m worth that much to him? That thought alone caused me to smile at him. “Whatever,” I chuckle, “Just get back to work.”
I pick up my pencil again, ready to begin drawing, when his next words caused me to drop it on the floor and abruptly stand up from my chair, “I like you, Kyoko.”
My fists begin to quiver as I glare down at him. “Alright, dude, you can stop now. Do you really think I’m that gullible? I can’t believe you.”
I hastily grab my things and rush out of the main campus library. “What an idiot,” I huff.
•
I didn’t see him for the next few days after that. We occasionally sent pictures of our progress to the project and some times, every now and then, he’d send a voice memo of him singing American slow jams.
Other than that…the weekend was quite boring.
“It hasn’t even been a month since we started talking to each other, do you think he actually likes me?” I voice my thoughts to Zenni as she smacked on some cereal she had ordered from abroad. Chae Yeong was in her room cussing out some poor fella on her team in Apex.
“Kyoko…he’s liked you far longer than that,” Zenni speaks as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “What the hell makes you say that?”
“He came up to us not too long before your project began, asking us if you hated him and if there was a way to make sure you two became partners. He said that Yoko gave him a misinterpreted version of yourself and that you’re the exact opposite of who she said you were.”
“It sounds as if Yoko is jealous of you,” Chae Yeong interjects. “She wanted to make sure Jungkook never liked you. Guess that backfired.”
Chae Yeong turns around from where she had been rummaging through the fridge. “So, are you gonna call him?” She takes a sip of her beer before heading back inside her room.
•
The phone rang once…twice…, “Hello? Kyoko?”
My breath hitches at the sound of his voice. This is the first time we’ve spoken on the phone. I clear my throat. “D’you wanna go to the gaming basement with me?”
I hear him take in a quick breath before humming. “Uh…yeah, sure. That sounds fun.”
“Yeah? Okay. Does around twelve sound good?”
He hums again. “Yeah, that’s fine. C’ya then.”
•
Somehow, in the middle of playing COD, his lips met mine after a well-deserved victory. “You didn’t push me away,” he breaths. I chuckle, “Don’t worry, I thought about.” I sit back in my seat and hum. “But, you’re a damn good kisser, Mr. Jeon.”
He blinks, shocked by my bluntly honest answer, “Really? Well—uh—thanks.”
I lean in close with a small grin, poking his nose, “Lemme kiss you again, okay?” Jungkook begins coughing with wide eyes and leans away. “Eh!? You can’t just say stuff like that Kyoko!” I laugh, “Why not? I liked it so, naturally, I’d wanna do it again.” I lay my head on the table and grab his hand.
“I kinda like you…I wanna kiss you more than once.” Being so honest was foreign to me, however, I didn’t mind it all that much.
After getting over his initial shock Jungkook laid his head down next to mine. “Then, do me a favor—“ he pecks my lips, “—become my girlfriend.” I hum. “Sure, why not? I’d be doing you a favor.” He chuckles and grips my hand back, “Yeah, you would be.”
•
“WHAT? He’s your boyfriend now!?” Chae Yeong yells in my face. She squeezes my shoulders. “The progress happened so quickly!”
“Yeah, it did,” I smile to myself.
It was a cloudy morning as Chae Yeong and I walked around campus. We were meeting up with Zenni and Jimin (who had began dating not too long ago) at our local coffee shop Honey Lemon. Kind of an ironic name. “Kyoko!”
I perk up at the voice that beckoned me. “Kookie.”
Chae Yeong waves happily at him as his steps sync with ours. “Heading to the cafe?” He grabs my hand and intertwines our fingers. I nod. “Yeah.”
“Then, let’s go together.”
I grin, “Mmmm. Yeah, let’s go.”
“You guys are such love birds,” Chae Yeong cackles, “But, I totally called it.”
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tutor!reader x ni-ki
genre: fluff
wc: 347
warnings: cheesy flirting, reader jokingly calls Riki a "sleaze", statistics class
You sat in the library, waiting for Riki to arrive. When he got there, you opened your bag and got your work out as he did the same. The table was quite covered with all the schoolwork you needed to cover with him. Leaving your bag open, you made sure to tell the boy, "If any of your belongings fall into my bag, feel free to grab them, no hesitations." He just nodded and you smiled at him.
About an hour had passed, half of your session over already, and Riki seemed to be in his own world as you moved on to the next topic. You rapped your pencil sharply on his textbook, startling him back to reality. He apologized sheepishly as you chuckled at his behavior. "What about this chapter is confusing you?" you asked, returning your attention to the statistics papers in front of you two.
"Ah... all of it together? I know some individual concepts, but once you put in all these words together, like discrete random variables and the Z-score, I get lost."
"Understandable. Let me get some notes out, I think I have an explanation written somewhere." You rifled through your bag, looking for the probability notes that had come out of your binder. Huffing in frustration, you dug further, unable to find them, when suddenly you felt a warm hand on yours. Looking up in surprise, you see Riki holding your hand in his own. "Is everything alright, Riki?"
He smiled, a bit abashed, and brought your hand up to the table. "You said if anything of mine fell into your bag, to grab it, no hesitations." He laughed as you withdrew your hands from his, bringing them up to your face to hide your embarrassment.
When you collected yourself enough to look at him, you mumbled, "Gosh, Riki, you're such a sleaze," not meaning a word you said.
He feigned confusion, innocently replying, "But I was just getting my things out to study statistics." As you rolled your eyes, he laughed again.
"Go back to your textbook, Riki."
a/n: this was such a great concept in my head and i have no idea how to fully properly convey it in any human language i speak
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You’re lay on your front in bed, body tired from a long day. Your head tilted to one side to look at the man you love, his eyes drowsy as he slowly succumbs to the comfort of the mattress.
Though tired himself, his large warm hand rubs gently across your shoulders in rhythmic motions and he mutters loving words in a voice barely above a whisper.
Utter bliss is all you feel right now, the calming comfort of your cozy bedroom causes your brain to let go of todays worries. The moonlight cascades in through the large palladian window, painting the room in the cosmic colours of the sky, whilst the pitter-patter of rain lightly taps against the window, almost too quiet for you to hear.
You move you body to lay facing him, which causes his muscle memory to move into gear, pulling you into his chest so his nose is pressed into your hair coaxing a happy sigh to fall from his lips.
Love resonates inside this home and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
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baekhyun - behind the 2024 seasons greetings
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Yandere Yunjin who becomes an idol to be closer to you, her idol crush?
Her Idol Crush
YANDERE YUNJIN X MALE READER
The fluorescent lights of the practice room buzzed overhead, mimicking the nervous energy vibrating within eighteen-year-old Y/n. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he stumbled through the choreography, his youthful limbs already struggling under the weight of pop stardom. A melodic voice, laced with a hint of practiced sweetness, cut through the monotonous rhythm of the metronome. Yunjin stood in the doorway, her presence commanding even in the dim light. Two years his senior, there was a maturity about her that Y/n, fresh-faced and overwhelmed by his meteoric rise, found strangely comforting.
"Wow, Y/n-ssi," she enthused, her voice a cascade of melodic Korean. "You're incredible! That control, that intensity… you'll be a superstar, mark my words!"
Y/n, surprised but flattered, offered a shy smile. He couldn't deny the warmth that spread through him at her praise. Yunjin was a force of nature – talented, ambitious, with a smile that could melt glaciers. He soon learned she harbored a secret dream of debuting alongside him, a dream fueled by an unspoken adoration that burned in her eyes.
Years flew by in a blur of rehearsals, debuts, and promotional tours. Yunjin, true to her word, became a force to be reckoned with. Their paths crossed often, fueled by interviews, awards shows, and that ever-present buzz of "are they or aren't they?" surrounding their close friendship.
But beneath the veneer of playful banter and late-night studio sessions, a darkness festered in Yunjin's heart. One afternoon, during a routine fan signing, a group of girls, their eyes glazed with hero worship, fawned over Y/n. Yunjin, who had been observing from a distance, materialized beside him like a phantom. Her smile, once warm, was now laced with a chilling possessiveness. With a single, swift motion, she knocked a phone from a fan's grasp, the screen shattering on the floor.
"Y/n-ssi," she purred, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness, "these fans can be a bit overwhelming, wouldn't you agree?"
Y/n, witnessing the sudden shift in her demeanor, felt a shiver crawl down his spine. He stammered an apology, but the incident wouldn't leave him. It was a subtle crack in the facade of their friendship, a glimpse of something darker lurking beneath.
He tried distancing himself, subtly declining her invitations for late-night outings and studio sessions. But Yunjin's grip tightened. His schedule, once filled with variety, became an endless loop of Yunjin-related promotions. Interviews focused on their "unbreakable bond," photoshoots oozed with manufactured intimacy. He was trapped in a gilded cage, the bars forged from fabricated affection.
One dreary evening, after a particularly draining joint concert, Yunjin summoned him to her opulent apartment. Gone were the playful smiles and teasing jabs; a cold stillness hung heavy in the air.
"Y/n-ssi," she began, her voice devoid of its usual vibrancy, "do you truly believe we're just friends?"
A knot of dread formed in Y/n's stomach. "Noona," he stammered, using the respectful Korean term for an older female friend, "we've always been close…"
She leaned forward, her eyes burning with an unsettling intensity that sent shivers down his spine. "Closeness can morph into something more, wouldn't you agree? Something deeper, something… closer?"
Fear, cold and primal, flooded Y/n. He stumbled back, desperate for an escape. But the only exit was blocked by the imposing figure of a bodyguard, a silent testament to Yunjin's growing power and control.
"Don't worry, darling," she cooed, a terrifying glint in her eyes. "We'll have all the time in the world to explore the depths of our… connection. After all, you're mine now, Y/n-ssi, and no one, not even those pathetic fangirls, will ever take you away."
Yunjin's once radiant smile stretched into a grotesque parody of affection. Y/n, trapped in the web of her twisted obsession, could only see a horrifying truth – the idol worshipped by millions was a monster in disguise, and his dream had become a chilling nightmare.
The following days were a chilling ballet of manipulation and control. Yunjin's possessiveness morphed into something far more sinister. His phone calls were monitored, his friendships sabotaged with thinly veiled threats, his online presence scrubbed clean of anything that didn't involve her. The vibrant world he once knew shrunk to the suffocating confines of her opulent apartment, a gilded cage decorated with his misery.
One evening, he stumbled upon a hidden room – a shrine dedicated to him. Walls were plastered with magazine clippings, fan art, and childhood photos, a disturbing collection of his life meticulously curated by his captor. In the center of the room, a life-sized mannequin stood frozen in a pose mimicking his signature dance move.
"Noona," Y/n choked out, his voice ragged with newfound terror. "What… what is this?"
Yunjin materialized behind him, her smile like a shark's bared teeth. "Just a little reminder, darling," she purred, her voice laced with a chilling possessiveness. "You belong to me now. Every part of you."
The air grew thick with a suffocating desperation. Y/n tried to reason with her, to plead for his freedom, but his words hit a wall of cold indifference. He was a prized possession, not a human being.
Days blurred into weeks. Sleep became a luxury, replaced by endless dance practices, exhausting interviews, and photoshoots where every touch, every glance, was meticulously choreographed to fuel the fabricated narrative of their "unbreakable bond."
During a particularly grueling photoshoot, Y/n caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror – a hollow shell with haunted eyes. Despair gnawed at him, but a flicker of defiance sparked within him. He wouldn't let her break him. He had to find a way out, even if it meant playing her game.
"Noona," he began, forcing a smile that felt foreign on his face. "Do you think we could get some bubble tea after this? My favorite kind, with the extra tapioca pearls?"
Yunjin's eyes narrowed for a fraction of a second, a flicker of suspicion crossing her face. But then, her smile returned, even wider than before.
"Of course, darling," she cooed, her voice dripping with a sickening sweetness. "Anything for you."
Y/n knew this was a gamble. But it was his only shot. He had to earn her trust, even a sliver of it, to find a way to escape. The taste of freedom might be just a bubble tea away, a bittersweet concoction in this twisted fairy tale.
The weeks that followed were a tightrope walk. Yunjin lapped up Y/n's newfound affection, her possessiveness morphing into a suffocating clinginess. Every bubble tea date was meticulously monitored, their conversations peppered with thinly veiled threats disguised as playful jabs. Yet, Y/n persevered, his forced smiles becoming a little less strained, his compliments a little more genuine. He learned her triggers – a mention of a female idol colleague, a longing glance at his phone – and navigated them with practiced ease.
One evening, as they sipped bubble tea in her opulent apartment, Yunjin leaned in, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous intensity. "You seem… happier lately, Y/n-ssi."
"Just happy to be spending more time with you, Noona," he replied, his voice carefully neutral.
A satisfied smile spread across her face. "Good. Because you're mine, remember? And happy idols make for successful idols."
Y/n's stomach churned, but he forced a chuckle. "Always thinking ahead, Noona. You're a genius."
Her grip on him tightened, both figuratively and literally as her hand snaked around his, the hold far too strong to be casual. "Speaking of success," she continued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "your agency… they're struggling to handle you and me, aren't they?"
He swallowed, a bead of sweat forming on his temple. Rumors of their "unhealthy attachment" were swirling, and his agency was at a loss. "There have been some… concerns," he admitted cautiously.
"Concerns they can't afford," Yunjin purred, her eyes gleaming with a predatory glint. "Don't worry, darling. I have a solution."
The following weeks were a whirlwind of hushed meetings, veiled threats, and power plays. Yunjin, with her meteoric rise and bottomless pockets, strong-armed Y/n's agency into submission. News outlets buzzed with the shocking acquisition – Yunjin's solo agency now owned a controlling stake in Y/n's. It was a hostile takeover disguised as a strategic partnership.
Y/n, trapped in a gilded cage of his own making, watched as his career became an extension of hers. Every song, every performance, was meticulously crafted to solidify their manufactured romance. The fans ate it up, their screams a deafening chorus of approval. The line between reality and fabrication blurred until it ceased to exist.
One evening, after a particularly draining promotional tour, Yunjin found Y/n slumped on the balcony of their penthouse suite, gazing at the glittering cityscape below. The forced cheerfulness had finally cracked, replaced by a deep-seated weariness.
"Missing your old life, darling?" she asked, her voice laced with a hint of amusement.
Y/n turned, a flicker of defiance momentarily lighting up his eyes. "Sometimes," he admitted, his voice hoarse. "But you won, Noona. You have everything you ever wanted."
Yunjin walked towards him, her smile soft for the first time in weeks. She cupped his face, her touch surprisingly gentle. "Almost everything," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. "But I can have that too, can't I?"
Y/n stared into her eyes, a storm of emotions swirling within him – fear, resentment, a twisted sense of gratitude. He was a prisoner, a pawn in her elaborate game, yet there was a strange comfort in the suffocating embrace of her obsession.
A soft sigh escaped his lips. "Maybe," he conceded, defeat lacing his voice.
Yunjin's smile widened, triumphant and terrifying. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his. "Good boy," she murmured, her voice a chilling caress. "Because from now on, Y/n-ssi, we're not just idols… we're a lover."
The city lights twinkled below, oblivious to the chilling truth unfolding behind the opulent facade. Yunjin had won, not just control over Y/n's career, but his very soul. And as he surrendered to the darkness in her eyes, Y/n couldn't help but wonder if this twisted fairy tale had a happily ever after, or just an eternity of gilded captivity.
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summary: you go on a date with your boyfriend Mingi.
words: 0,9k
genre: fluff
The colorful lights of the games hall shone out at me. Purple, pink and blue signs were everywhere, directing visitors to the small building in the crowded street.
Mingi bounced lightly beside me. I could see the biggest smile on his face. We were in his old hometown for a few days and Mingi had persuaded me to take him to the arcade he used to go to as a child.
I smiled as I thought about how happy my boyfriend was. Our date started at 4pm and I had a feeling I wasn't going to get Mingi out of here easily.
We entered the store and Mingi immediately jumped around excitedly and ran to the first machine, almost falling down, but he didn't seem to mind. Instead, he immediately started putting coins into the machine.
"Y/n baby, come on. You have to try it too!" he called out to me excitedly and I sighed with a smile. Sometimes he really was an overgrown toddler. I slowly walked over to him.
Mingi and I played a few rounds of Pack man and then switched to a claw machine. After several attempts, Mingi won a small teddy bear.
When he realized he had won, his face lit up, he grabbed me around the waist and spun me around in the air. We both laughed happily and Mingi took the teddy bear out of the machine, which he hugged proudly.
Grinning, I took a photo of him with the bear in his hand, which made him laugh even more.
"Hey!" he laughed and chased me through the almost empty room.
We played for a long time. Mingi insisted on testing each of the machines at least once and I agreed. We had a lot of fun because we played the games all day long.
When the acarde slowly closed, Mingi and I were kindly shooed out the door. Holding hands, we walked to the train station from where we would take the train to his parents. It was already late in the evening and beautiful lights illuminated the city.
As we sat down on a bench at the station, Mingi took his headphones out of his pocket and handed me one of them. I put them in my ear and a few seconds later Mingi started playing music from his phone.
My boyfriend rested his head on my shoulder and wrapped his arms around me affectionately. I smiled and snuggled up to him.
When the train arrived, we got on and 10 minutes later we were already at our destination.
During the train ride, I had once again had to undergo a little photo shoot. Mingi had announced that I looked far too cute in our couple outfit to not take any photos. I just smiled and let him do it. I thought it was cute how he was always taking photos of me and giving compliments. He was a little angel.
We walked the remaining 5 minutes until we arrived at Mingi's parents' little restaurant.
Mingi wanted to open the door for me but pushed instead of pulling, so he banged directly against the glass door. I laughed and Mingi put on a pouty face, which made me laugh even harder. I patted his head and a small smile slowly crept onto his lips.
He turned around again and this time pulled eagerly on the restaurant door. This time he managed to open the door and let me through beaming.
Together we walked towards one of the free tables and were immediately greeted enthusiastically by Mingi's mother. She wrapped me in a tight hug and stroked my head lovingly.
"How was your date little one? You must be hungry, right? I'll get you something to eat. Sit down, sit down!" Mingi's mother didn't give us any time to answer her questions but rushed straight into the kitchen to whip up something delicious.
Mingi pulled me towards him on the small corner bench that framed the table, almost knocking over the small vase on the table.
We both giggled and talked abit as we waited for the food that Mingi's mother would hopefully bring soon.
My stomach made a strange noise as if on cue when the food was brought to us by one of the waitresses. She gave us a friendly smile and then disappeared back into the kitchen.
Together we began to devour the delicious food. Mingi pushed the last piece of meat towards me. I smiled and Mingi looked very happy as he slurped up his rahmen from the small bowl. I gave my boyfriend a little kiss on the cheek, whereupon he looked at me in surprise, still with the rahmen in his mouth.
I had to giggle because he looked so cute. Mingi swallowed his foot and then started showering my face with kisses.
He finished by planting a food-flavored kiss on my lips. We both giggled and I snuggled up to Mingi. It had been a really nice date. We didn't need anything big, we just needed each other.
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It's always the gayest member who turns out to be dating a man
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Love Language Game
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𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚜 || 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚕𝚎𝚎
NCT — mark lee x black, female oc
November had quickly rolled into December—though, I was still stuck in a Halloween mood—and all throughout the city were lights and elves and white santa statues galore.
Every store was damn near a blinding declaration of Christmas cheer.
A strong gust of wind zipped past causing a strong shiver to spark up my spine, pulling my coat more against me, as snow glistened and crunched under my boots.
I grumbled and hissed and huffed.
I’m cold, my nose is runny and I haven’t even gone Christmas shopping yet. Christmas was just a week away. And if I have to hear Mariah Carey sing about how much she wants me for Christmas one more damn time, I think I’ll lose it! I just wanted all of this Christmas joy bullshit to be over with as soon as possible.
Call me a grinch but, Christmas and I don’t get along. Not since I was a child.
If I didn’t have to celebrate Christmas for the rest of my life, absolute bliss would be an understatement of the century.
As I continue to grumble about my misfortunes there’s a buzz in my pocket and I quickly fish out my phone. “Hey, Grinch!” A tiny voice cackled in my ear. I roll my eyes and chuckle, “Hey, Nelle, what’s up?”
“I just wanted to make sure you weren’t lost in wonderland.”
At that statement I realized, in the midst of my self loathing, I forgot to pay attention to where I was going. I began to glance at my surroundings before sighing, I was most certainly…, “…lost. I’m lost in puke land.”
Nelle cackles loudly into the phone. “Soo Yeong, Juni’s lost—again.” As her laughter grows louder, my patience wanes thin.
“I don’t have time for this, I’ll call you later.” Before Nelle had a chance to reply, I quickly hang up, only so she could get a quick taste of my annoyance.
My surroundings are bright and colorful and, in the entrance of some random department store, there’s a robotic black santa waving at me. What the hell? My eyebrows furrow in confusion. “I-I dunno how to feel about that.”
In a city like Seoul, South Korea, that was quite a strange, uncertain thing to see.
I shake my head and decide not to think about it. Ever.
However, even minutes later, I can’t help but to think about it. It’s quite laughable, actually, how much that damned santa statue rubbed me the wrong way. Well, no…just surprising, I suppose.
And, in my wandering thoughts, I don’t notice a slick sheet of ice in my path until I’ve stepped on it. My eyes grow wide as my feet give way from under me. “Well, shit. I dunno how to ice skate.”
I brace myself for an impact that I quickly realized never came. Instead I feel a tight grip on both of my arms. I look up to be met with a panicked expression on a rather handsome face. An attractive man rescuing a clumsy woman on a snowy evening? I click my tongue, “How cliché.”
“Uh—what’s cliché?” His voice is rough as he questions me as if he hadn’t spoken all day. Or rather…as if he had just woken up. There was still sleep in his dark eyes.
I shrug. “Being lost in this stupid puke land.” I snicker at my own joke, but I’m only met with a confused look.
“What does that mean?” I chuckle, “It was a joke.” He nods slowly, his gaze confirming understanding, until he’s pondering my words again. “Umm…I still don’t get it.”
I pat his shoulder with a small shake of my head. “It’s not for you to get, my friend. It was more of an inside joke to myself.” I turn on my heel before bending my head back to look at him upside down. “Well, thanks for saving me but, I gotta go.”
As I begin to walk away, my ears twitch at the sound of fast-paced steps behind me in the loud snow. “Hey, wait! What’s your name?”
I turn around to look at him and glare, “And why do you care to know? Are you some sorta pervert?”
His face contorts into a look of disgust. “What the hell? No!” He raises his arms to his chest in the form of an X. “I can guarantee that I’m not a pervert. I’m just kinda…lost.”
I stuff my hands into my coat’s pockets with a shrug. “Can’t help you there, buddy; we’re in the same boat.” His face lights up at that and he drops his hands back down to his sides. “Then, can I come with you?” He gives me a hopeful look.
I look at him for a while before finally giving into his puppy-like gaze. “Alright, fine,” I sigh, “But, if you try anything, I won’t hesitate to hurt you.”
He gulps with a sharp nod of his head before quickly scurrying to my side. “Understood.”
•••
Snowfall. The cold blanket was becoming thicker. And the cute stranger had yet to leave my side.
In fact, he had gotten impossibly closer—to keep warm, he says—as he continued to have a one-sided conversation (every now and then I’d grace him with a bored hum of acknowledgment).
It’s strange, really. I should want to yell at this guy for being too close. But, I found his presence strangely…comforting.
“Oh! Fun fact!” He seemed quite excited over something. “Oh?” I raised an eyebrow at him. “Snowflakes all have different designs, isn’t that neat? Not one is alike.” I chuckle a bit at that; he was really, rather adorable. “That’s kinda cool.”
It actually wasn’t all that interesting a fact. Of course, I’d already know something about that. But, he seemed really happy at my feigning surprise. Maybe I should start indulging in his conversation?
I like to see him smile.
•••
“This is pretty good.”
“It’s pretty fucking hot,” I grumble.
We had stopped at a late night café in the middle of our aimless wandering. The mugs were huge and filed to the brim and smelled of sweet heaven, and tasted like it, too.
“So, where exactly were you heading off to?”
I look up at him from behind my drink and hum. “I was actually going back to my friend’s apartment, where I’m staying, from an audition I had.”
“An audition?” He repeats, I nod. “Yeah, as a head choreographer. But, it’s pretty hard to be accepted. I’m not surprised, though, this is Korea after all.”
His eyebrows raise at that. “Huh? What d’you mean by that?” I chuckle at him again.
He’s so oblivious. It’s cute.
“I say that because—“ I take a quick sip of my cooling coffee, “—I’m a black woman.”
He looks at me with cut eyes for a while before they grow wide in realization then, he scoffs. “Well, that’s dumb.” I laugh out loud this time, “It is dumb, isn’t it?”
•••
Once the snow had finally come to a stop, we continued our walk to nowhere. And I found myself more at ease with him.
We continued talking and laughing and staring at each other for a beat too long but never acknowledging it.
Though, somewhere along the way, we had taken a break from walking. I just so happened to look up and I, also, found myself under the mistletoe with a stranger.
“Ummm…don’t look up.” He looked up anyways.
It took him quite awhile to register what he was looking at but, once he did, his whole face turned cherry red. “EH!?” Oh, he’s pretty loud.
I huff, “I told you not to look up…, dummy.”
I was about to walk off until I felt a tight grip on my hand and, quicker than I can blink, soft lips met my own before he lets go of my hand and speeds off ahead of me. I stand there frozen, my fingers on my lips. “Oh.”
He kissed me.
•••
Somehow, in some way, I was able to find my way back home. “Hey, Nelle,” I speak into my phone, “I’m outside, make sure to unlock the door.”
I sigh once I hang up and turn to the cutie that never stops smiling. “Are you still lost?” He shakes his head with a shrug. “Nah. I know my way from here.” I nod and begin to open the door to the complex but he grabs my hand again. “Wait—I never got your name.”
I turn to him again. “Juni. My name’s Juni.”
He lets go of me to outstretch his arm, I take it into mine. “I’m Mark, nice to meet you.”
I stare at him for beat (just as I had been doing the entire night) and, before I could truly think about, I take a step forward and return his kiss from earlier. And he kisses back.
“Just pretend there’s a mistletoe above us,” I mumble between kisses.
“Okay,” he manages to giggle out.
It takes a long time for us to finally pull away from each other. I smile at him, “Merry Christmas, Mark.” His flushed face seems to glow in the fairy lights that I still loathed as he grins back. “Merry Christmas, Juni; I’ll see you on New Year’s?”
“Yeah, meet me here. Don’t get lost.” I wink. He lets out a loud laugh. “Okay, I won’t.”
He turns and begins to walk away in the opposite direction in which we came and I watched him for a while before heading inside. I spent a whole snowy evening with a stranger. “How cliché,” I snort.
Nelle and Soo Yeong meet me at the door. “What’s cliché?” I pat Nelle’s shoulder, “Like a hallmark movie.”
“Huh?” Soo Yeong questions. “It’s a joke, my friend.”
“Uh—we don’t get it.” I laugh at that. This is quite uncanny. “You’re not supposed to; it’s more of a joke for me.”
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Short PAC : Would your celebrity crush want to date you?
⚠️DISCLAIMER! TAROT CARDS ARE NOT 100% ACCURATE! TAKE EVERYTHING WITH A GRAIN OF SALT! IF MY INTERPRETATIONS ARE INCORRECT FEEL FREE TO CORRECT ME!⚠️
remember to take a deep breath, and think about which pile you feel most connected to before you pick a pile to read!
Pile 1 : Real flowers
Pile 2 : Painting of flowers
Pile 3 : Exterior of café
Pile 1 : Real Flowers
You and your celeb crush MIGHT date but to be honest, it’s giving a bit of a situationship vibe. Your celeb crush may see you as someone who’s really independent and wise, but unfortunately due to some confusion on their end, it will sooner or later lead to miscommunication and conflict.
the hermit (yes), PoW rx (maybe), 4oC (no)
Pile 2 : Painting of flower
You and your celeb crush MIGHT date, this piles gives me “bob the builder” vibes to be honest. You would be there for them, if they’re struggling in life and once they get right back up on their feet, they leaving you due to THEIR own insecurities and commitment problems.
the tower rx (yes), the star (maybe), 8oW rx (maybe)
Pile 3 : Exterior of café
You and your celeb crush would NOT date at all. They might feel like, they will be unable to keep their facade for too long, they can foresee unseen problems and they can tell that the relationship will not end well and you might ruin their reputation!
the moon (no), death (no)
Thank you for reading!📦
(19/01/2024)
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✩ just swinging by — k.yh
pairing. yoohyeon (dreamcatcher) x fem reader
summary. ever since the mysterious web-swinging spider-woman first collapsed on your balcony by accident after a long night out fighting crime, she keeps coming back around with thank-you gifts and excuses to see you—and you slowly start to find yourself falling for the clumsy, kindhearted girl behind the mask.
info. college au, yoohyeon as spider-woman
warnings. swearing, blood/injury
word count. 4.6k (oops)
(a/n) insp. this moodboard i made a while ago :D
of all the things you were expecting to happen to you on a typical sunday night, the sudden appearance of a masked vigilante at your balcony was most certainly not one of them.
alright, rewind a bit. a CRASH jolts you awake in the middle of the night—though really it's morning, according to the glowing red digits on your alarm clock that read 3:49 AM—and you nearly fall out of your bed because that was loud, what the hell?
nerves running high and any remnants of sleep completely shaken out of your body, you get out of bed and slowly open your bedroom door only to be met with a blast of frigid night air. you blink a few times, just to make sure you're not seeing things.
"what the fuck," you say out loud.
your balcony door is gone.
no, wait—it's broken. shards of glass are everywhere, and there's a giant gaping hole where the sliding door used to be. and lying crumpled in a heap on the floor in front of it…
you fumble for the light switch, something you probably should've done as soon as you opened the door. the sight that greets you when the light turns on makes you wonder if you're still dreaming, because this can't actually be happening.
there is a superhero on your balcony.
and she's bleeding all over your carpet.
"oh my god—" you hurriedly rush over to get a better look. red-and-blue spandex that's torn in several places, a trail of spiderwebs clinging to her wrists, a large spider symbol printed on the front and back of her suit… it's spider-woman. spider-woman just crashed through your balcony door.
and she's bleeding. on your carpet.
"okay," you mumble, trying to think. at least the fresh night air coming from the massive hole in your balcony door does well to invigorate you. "okay, okay, i need to do something… oh god, my landlord is gonna be so pissed at me—"
the body on the floor lets out a weak groan, and you quickly kneel down next to her. "hello? are—are you okay?"
with great difficulty, the girl struggles to lift up her head. her mask obscures the entirety of her face, so you have a hard time telling whether or not she's fully conscious.
"…ow," she croaks out at last, and then her head falls back to the floor with a thunk. seconds later, her chest begins to slowly rise and fall. a soft snoring sound emits from her mask.
you take a deep breath. okay. you can deal with this.
so here you are almost three hours later, nursing a cup of much-needed coffee as you stare contemplatively at the now-bandaged but still-snoring superhero laid out on the couch in front of you. you had done your best to clean and treat her wounds with your limited medical knowledge (and the suspiciously well-stocked first aid kit that your weird roommate handong keeps in the cupboard), so now you're just waiting for her to wake up. which is taking way too long.
the clock on the coffee table reads 6:15 AM, and you glumly swish around the cold dregs of your morning coffee. it's almost time for you to leave for your 6:30 chemistry class, but it looks like spider-woman is still completely out of it.
after pacing around the kitchen of your tiny apartment for five more minutes, you impulsively grab a post-it note and scribble down a message for spider-woman to see when she wakes up. thankfully your roommate is literally never home, so there's no chance of anyone coming in here and discovering the superhero conked out on your couch.
you sign your name at the bottom of the note and stick it to spider-woman's forehead, hoping she'll be alright. as for your balcony door… thinking about how much it's going to cost to install a new one gives you a headache, so you just stick a large sheet of cardboard over the opening and resolve to take care of it as soon as you get home.
"this has been a very, very weird morning," you say out loud, because nothing about this feels real.
(then again, the tedious hours you spent cleaning up bits of glass from the floor and picking the webs off of spider-woman's suit definitely felt pretty real.)
you throw one last glance at the sleeping heap on your couch before you leave, only hoping that your life will get back to normal after today.
yoohyeon wakes up disoriented, aching all over, and with the horrifying realization that she has most definitely slept past all five of her monday morning alarms.
she blinks sleepily, slowly processing her surroundings. she's lying on a couch, someone has bandaged her wounds and swaddled her in blankets, yubin probably, she's an angel and the best guy in the chair yoohyeon could ever ask for and… whoa, wait a minute.
this isn't her apartment.
with that horrifying realization, yoohyeon sits straight up and whips her head around in a panic. her surroundings are entirely unfamiliar, and she's about to call yubin before remembering that yubin is unreachable right now—away on some sort of top-secret mission that's supposed to last, like, three months. yoohyeon groans. why am i actually the worst superhero ever?
then she realizes that there's something stuck to her forehead and reaches up to find a neon green sticky note with some writing on it, which she slowly reads through with a good deal of trepidation.
hey, you crashed into my apartment last night—you were unconscious but i didn't see your face, don't worry! i fixed up your injuries as best i could but now i need to leave for class, so i hope you'll be okay when you wake up. just remember to put the cardboard back over the balcony door so birds won't fly in or anything :)
phew. so yoohyeon's secret identity hasn't been leaked, that's a relief… but she essentially broke into an innocent civilian's apartment, which she doesn't exactly feel great about. i need to make this right.
"oh, wait—" yoohyeon realizes something and jumps to her feet, the blankets falling around her. "shit, i'm late for class!"
you're dutifully taking notes as the professor drones on about chemical equations, though you're struggling to stay focused—seriously, who decided that 6:30am classes on a monday was a good idea?—when suddenly the doors to the lecture hall burst open and a girl runs in, flushed and panting heavily.
"i am so sorry," she wheezes, bracing her hands on her knees to catch her breath. "i overslept…"
the professor sighs and waves off her apology. "don't let it happen again," he says sternly, then continues his lecture.
you cast the girl a curious glance as she shuffles shamefully to an empty seat and starts unpacking her things. she's tall and lanky, with long two-toned hair tied in a haphazard ponytail and glasses that she has to push back up when they start to slip down her face. you make eye contact for a brief moment, then you resume paying attention to the professor without giving the encounter too much thought.
after classes end, you go back to your apartment to find the place superhero-less. the blankets are folded messily on the couch and there's a small tear in the cardboard that's covering the opening in your balcony, as if someone was in a hurry to leave.
you shrug off your bags with a sigh and go to dial up your landlord.
almost a week passes without further incident. you get your balcony door replaced so it's like nothing ever happened, and your life is just starting to get back into the usual swing of things when spider-woman shows up at your balcony again.
a thump is what wakes you up prematurely this time—it's literally 5am which is way too early for a saturday morning of all days—and you groggily stumble out of your bedroom, fearing the worst. you know it can't be a burglar since you live on the seventh floor, so there's only one person it could be…
luckily, the glass door is fully intact when you pull back the curtains to check. however, there is currently a superhero lying curled in a ball on your balcony. a very familiar superhero wearing a red-and-blue suit with a spider symbol on it.
"oh… oh, no," groans spider-woman when she hears you slide open the door. she weakly tries to drag herself to her feet, but she slumps back to the ground and you notice, with concern, the bleeding scratches all over her body. "oh man, i did it again… i'm so sorry, i'm gonna leave, just… wow you're so pretty… sorry, i should really leave—"
"no, it's okay!" you rush to reassure her, kneeling down next to her and offering your hand. "you can't go back out there like that, let me help you."
she winces, though whether it's from pain or embarrassment you can't tell. "i am so sorry," she repeats, and something about her voice seems oddly familiar, but you're too preoccupied with getting her inside to dwell on that.
the superhero keeps rambling as you half-drag, half-carry her to the couch. "i didn't mean to come here again, it's just i usually go to my friend's place when i'm injured but she's away and i got lost and mistook your apartment for mine the last time and i'm really sorry about breaking your door, it was just so dark and i had a really long day and i wasn't thinking straight and i probably gave you so much trouble—ow!"
"sorry!" you flinch and let go of her. "is your arm okay? what happened?"
"i… um." spider-woman chuckles nervously. "i kind of swung into a building? i didn't break any windows or anything! i might've broken my arm though."
you can't help but laugh, finding her awkward manner strangely endearing. "let me take a look, it might be dislocated or something."
it turns out it's just bruised, so you get her some ice and busy yourself fixing up her injuries. she repeatedly tries to convince you that she can do it herself in between a steady stream of more apologies, but she looks like she's one step away from passing out, so you insist on helping her.
"how'd you get all these cuts and scratches, anyway?" you ask, opening the bottle of antiseptic and setting out some gauze. "if you don't mind me asking, that is."
"no, it's fine! um…" spider-woman tilts her head, as if trying to remember. "the ones on my ribs are from some muggers with knives, kids really but there were four of them and only one of me so yeah… and the ones on my arms are from the black cat, you know, my nemesis? she was robbing a jewelry store and i managed to stop her but she still escaped and also got me a few times with her claws… oh, and there's this cut on my forehead that i got when i accidentally tripped and hit my head on a wall corner a few hours ago… but i can fix that on my own! you know, cause i'd have to take the mask off for that, and like, i can't reveal my secret identity 'cause dami—that's my guy in the chair—dami would kill me, haha…"
by the time she's done talking, you've finished cleaning and wrapping all of her wounds. there's just the cut on her forehead that's left, which is still bleeding despite her flippant assurances that it doesn't even hurt.
"that looks pretty bad," you note, kneeling down beside the couch and leaning in closer to inspect it. you gently press a paper towel to the bleeding area, using your other hand to brush a stray drop of blood from her cheek. "are you able to swing like that?"
there's a beat of silence. you realize that spider-woman has gone perfectly still, and also that your faces are extremely close together.
"sorry—" you shift away apologetically, worried that you made her uncomfortable. "you probably don't like it when people touch your suit."
"it's okay!" spider-woman's voice comes out as a strangled squawk, and she quickly coughs to clear her throat. "um. i was just. surprised."
"oh… well then." you stand up and glance awkwardly around your apartment, at a loss for what to do next. "so uh… how are you feeling?"
she springs up from the couch, startling you. "a lot better, thank you so much! i've caused you way too much trouble so… i should probably get going now, huh."
"are you okay to swing with your injuries and all?" you ask as she half-walks, half-slides to the balcony in this self-consciously exaggerated way. "they looked really painful when you arrived here."
"this is nothing," she responds with a casual wave of her hand, hoisting herself up onto the balcony railing in a quick graceful movement. "i heal pretty fast, so they barely even hurt anymore."
"that's good, then." you lean against the doorframe, somewhat saddened to see her go. strangely enough, you've actually been enjoying her company despite the fact that she quite literally crashed into your apartment and woke you up in the middle of the night.
spider-woman clears her throat. "uhh—maybe i'll see you around sometime," she says, a hopeful lilt to her voice.
the sun is starting to rise, peeking over the tops of the city skyline and bathing your apartment in soft golden light. spider-woman tilts her head at you, and you're almost completely certain that she's smiling under her mask.
"yeah," you respond, smiling back and raising a hand to shade your face from the sun. "i'll see you around sometime, superhero."
spider-woman gives you a jaunty little two-fingered salute, and then she's launching herself backwards off the railing with a carefree whoop. she disappears from your view for a few heart-stopping moments, but then a web shoots up and she's swinging away in between the skyscrapers until she's out of sight.
the next day, you open the curtains to find a small bouquet of red and blue flowers sitting on your balcony. they look wind-blown and slightly frayed, and the thought of a certain superhero swinging through the city with the little pot tucked carefully under her arm makes you grin despite yourself.
you get the feeling you won't be seeing the last of her any time soon.
"um, is it okay if i sit here?"
you glance up from the chemical equations on your laptop screen, meeting the eyes of a tall girl who's fidgeting nervously with the ends of her long hair. vaguely, you recognize her as that clumsy student who ran into class late last week.
"oh, sure," you say after a confused beat, shifting over slightly to make more room for her. something about her voice rings a bell, but you're not sure why it sounds so familiar. i've probably just heard her talking to her friends before, you rationalize.
"thanks!" she sits down and starts taking out her stuff, smiling hesitantly at you. "i'm kim yoohyeon, it's nice to meet you."
she has a pretty smile, you note while you introduce yourself. "it's nice to meet you too."
yoohyeon seems shy around you and doesn't talk much, but there's something captivating about her that you can't quite figure out exactly. she pays close attention to the professor during the lecture, though occasionally you'll look over to catch her stealing glances at you—she always blushes and quickly looks away, piquing your curiosity. hmmm.
after an extremely long and boring hour, the class is over and everyone starts packing up and filtering out of the lecture hall. you're packing up as well when your arm brushes against yoohyeon's by accident, and her cheeks flush bright red as she stares at you wide-eyed.
"i—" yoohyeon clears her throat. "bye!" she squeaks, and then she's shooting out the doors before you can even open your mouth to reply.
huh, how strange.
you're studying at your kitchen table one afternoon, curtains open to let some sun into your apartment, when you hear a tap-tap-tap on your balcony door and look up to see spider-woman crouched outside.
"i hope this isn't creepy," she rushes to say as soon as you slide open the door. "i was just, er, in the area and i thought i'd swing by and say hello… um, i brought you a croissant! as thanks for, y'know, everything."
"wow, thank you," you say in surprise, taking the paper bakery bag that she's hopefully holding out to you. the chocolate croissant inside is a little flattened, but you're warmed by the gesture regardless.
"no problem!" spider-woman jumps back up onto the balcony railing, sitting and swinging her legs like a little kid. "so, uh, yeah. just wanted to do that. i hope it wasn't weird. was it weird?"
you can't help but laugh. "you're cute," you say sincerely, the words slipping out against your will—flustered, you quickly change the subject before she can notice. "um, i'm not really busy right now so… you can come in and hang out for a bit, if you want."
"really?" she tentatively slides off the railing and trots inside after you like a lost puppy. "i feel bad for intruding—ooh, were you doing homework?"
"yeah, just studying for a test," you respond, sitting down and gesturing for her to pull out a chair as well. "do you know anything about chemistry?"
"i love it!" she exclaims, perking up and scooting closer to get a better look at your notes. "i first made my web fluid in my high school chemistry lab actually, it was… well, it was a learning experience. what are you studying?"
"acid-base reactions, most of it went over my head when my professor was lecturing about it…"
before you know it, two hours have gone by in a flash. spider-woman just has this bright and likable aura around her, and as she chatters about chemistry with infectious enthusiasm and tells you funny stories about her experiences as the city's resident superhero, you find that you already feel even more at ease with her than you are with your own roommate.
"we should do this again soon," you tell her when she has to leave, standing on your balcony surrounded by the bustling sounds of the city. "and be careful, alright? don't go swinging into any more buildings."
"i promise!" she assures you with a laugh, giving you a cheerful wave before she jumps from your balcony and swings off.
after that, spider-woman starts swinging by to see you a lot more often. you can tell she still feels guilty about accidentally breaking into your apartment, because she always comes with gifts of flowers or random pastries from the bakery down the street.
"you really don't need to go to all this trouble for me," you tell her, amused, when she presents you with an entire cake.
"it's no trouble at all!" she insists cheerfully, then gasps. "unless you don't like it. do you not like it?"
"no! i really appreciate it, i promise. it's just, you don't have to get me stuff if you don't want to."
"i want to!"
it's after a few weeks of the dorky superhero swinging by your apartment that you begin to realize you might be developing a bit of a crush on her. which is ridiculous, really, considering you have no idea what she looks like under the mask and you don't know her real name either. you don't know anything about her.
but you do know her, in a way. you know that she likes to pretend she's this cool badass superhero when in reality she's just a science nerd who gets excited about mixing chemicals. you know that she loves rescuing kittens from trees even though she's scared of cats, just because it's worth it to see the relief on its owner's face. you know that she sometimes swings by elementary schools during recess because a wave or a thumbs-up from spider-woman always makes the kids' entire day. you know that she's smart, she's kind, she's clumsy, she loves helping people more than anything.
you know her well enough for your heart to flutter every time you hear her tap on your balcony door, no matter the time or reason. she usually comes by during the day now, just to bring you gifts and hang out, but every once in a while she'll still crash on your balcony in the middle of the night with injuries from fighting crime.
this is one of those nights, apparently. a forceful knock on your front door is what wakes you up at 11pm one sunday night, and you groan as you're violently dragged out of your peaceful sleep.
"coming," you mumble half to yourself, throwing a random hoodie over your pajamas and hauling yourself to the door. "i have class tomorrow, who even—"
it's spider-woman, leaning heavily against the doorframe. "hi," she croaks. the knocking must have tired her out, because she topples into your arms as soon as you open the door.
"what…" you blink groggily for a few seconds, slowly processing the girl draped all over you. your half-asleep brain notes that she's very warm. it's like a nice blanket.
then you realize that your apartment door is still wide open, and the city's most famous superhero is just standing right there in the hall where anyone could see. "what are you doing here?" you yelp, pulling her inside and hurrying to close the door. "you're in your suit and everything! did anyone see you come up?"
"dunno," she mumbles, tucking her face into the crook of your neck. "i hit my head really hard. didn't think swinging was a good idea…"
you maneuver the superhero onto your couch, and she whines when you pull away to go get the medical kit. "hurts."
"looks like there isn't any bleeding," you say, kneeling down next to the couch and examining her head. "do you think it might be a concussion?"
"probably," she rasps, squishing herself further into the couch and looking like a burrito with the blanket you put over her. "should heal in a few hours."
you furrow your brow, still not used to what she calls her spidey-healing. "okay, get some sleep. you can stay here as long as you want, alright?"
"gotta wake up early," she says drowsily. "chemistry lab tomorrow…"
you blink. you… also have a chemistry lab tomorrow. "is that so?"
"yeah." you think her eyes are closed behind her mask, but then she shifts her head slightly and giggles softly to herself. "you're sooo pretty… i was so scared to talk to you in class."
wait, what?
spider-woman keeps rambling as she drifts off to sleep. "wanted to ask you out… but i was too shy without the mask. ran away, so embarrassing…"
wait, what?
"you're really cool," she mumbles. "and nice… and pretty… i like you a lot… want to take care of you like… like you take care of me…"
a pause. "you should go out with me," she says, then falls silent. tiny snores start coming out of her mask.
you slowly stand up, head spinning with all these new revelations.
huh.
you decide to go back to sleep.
it's around three in the morning when you wake up again to the sounds of someone shuffling around in the living room. you reluctantly slide out of your nice warm bed, slipping a hoodie on and heading out of your bedroom to find the source of the commotion.
"sorry, did i wake you?" spider-woman hovers uncertainly by the open door, dressed in civilian clothes—a hoodie and sweatpants—though she still has her spider-woman mask on, which looks so ridiculous that you have to smile at the sight.
"yeah… you're leaving already?" you ask, rubbing your eyes and yawning.
"yep," she says, awkwardly shifting her bundled-up superhero suit from hand to hand. "um. you should go back to bed, i know you have an early class tomorrow…" and so do i, she thinks to herself ruefully.
"let me see you off first," you insist through another yawn, covering your mouth with one oversized hoodie sleeve. "be careful on your way down, okay?"
"i will," she mumbles shyly. you can't see it, but she's blushing so hard at the gentleness in your voice and the soft way you're looking at her that she's scared her mask might burn right off her face. i've got to leave before i do anything stupid, she thinks, embarrassed. why is she so nice… and pretty…
the superhero is halfway down the hall when you remember all of last night's events and suddenly get an idea.
"yoohyeon," you call out, leaning against your doorframe.
she stops and turns around. "yeah?"
a pause.
you see the exact moment she realizes. "i—oh fuck—i mean, um—" she flounders, wildly looking around and laughing nervously. "wh-who's yoohyeon? i'm just your friendly neighbourhood spider-kim—i mean—"
you smile teasingly. "next time you ask me on a date, do it when you're not suffering from a concussion."
you don't know what her facial expression is like under her mask, but spider-woman—yoohyeon—looks like she's about to pass out, if the way she's clutching her suit in a death grip is any indication.
your smile softens. "i like you too, just so you know. a lot." you step back inside your apartment, but then you poke your head out again (yoohyeon is still standing there, frozen in shock) and add, "come back and ask me again tomorrow, okay? properly."
you close the door and take a deep breath. you feel as if your heart had stopped beating momentarily, but now it resumes racing excitedly in your chest.
hopefully i didn't just make a huge mistake.
meanwhile, yoohyeon is practically having heart palpitations outside. she spends a while just gaping like a fish at your closed door, but then she comes to her senses and practically breaks her neck sprinting to the elevator.
oh god, i need to look nice tomorrow!
the next morning, you're sitting at the kitchen table doing some studying before class when you hear the distinct noise of feet landing lightly on your balcony outside. there's the sounds of someone pacing for a while. then a light knock sounds on the glass door, making you turn around.
it's yoohyeon. not spider-woman, but kim yoohyeon from your 6:30am chemistry class. she's wearing jeans and a turtleneck sweater, her long hair falling in soft waves past her shoulders and her dark brown eyes bravely staring into yours. in her hands is a small bouquet of red-and-blue flowers.
"did you swing up here?" you ask incredulously, tearing your eyes away from her and looking around. the sun is starting to rise, painting the sky in a soft rosy hue that matches the blush on yoohyeon's face. "did—"
"wait—please don't say anything," she interrupts, eyes squeezed shut. "before i chicken out."
she takes a deep breath and opens her eyes, meeting your gaze. "hi, i'm kim yoohyeon. um, i'm also spider-woman, and i… i'd really like to take you out on a date sometime."
she smiles hopefully at you. you step closer to her, taking the bouquet from her hands and leaning up to press a kiss to her cheek. yoohyeon's blush intensifies, and your heart soars.
"it's nice to meet you, kim yoohyeon," you tell her, matching her smile. "and i'd love to go out with you."
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Optional bias x reader fluff
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"Babyyyy..."
"Hmmm?" He answers, not taking his eyes off the sheets in his lap.
"Don't you want to take a break??" I say and massage his shoulders.
I feel him sighing and relaxing under my touch.
"Baby, I need to finish these." He smiles at me, but he looks tired.
"You're so hardworking babe." I smile, brushing his hair back.
"And you notice this now?" He smirks.
I find myself giggling kissing his dimples.
"Yah, you're actually distracting me!" He makes a shocking face as he realizes.
I pout then laugh. "I'm sorry you're just cute when you're concentrated like this... You look like a baby."
He scrunches his nose as his adorable dimples appear.
"Ahh y/n, you do this on purpose!" He complains and places the sheets on the table, too flustered to go on with his work.
Our eyes meet as I sit on his lap. "I love you." I bow to kiss his forehead. "But I think you know it too well already."
"I love you more my girl." He pulls me back as we fall on the couch laughing.
He gets closer to me, or noses brushing each other and foreheads touching.
"I love you so much." He whispers, his breath hot on my lips.
My fingers tickle his cheek and the next second our lips connect in a soft, loving kiss.
Our fingers intertwine, as he holds one of my hands.
His other hand travels down my waist, pulling my body closer to him. There is no more space between us at all.
As we pull apart to catch our breaths, his eyes flicker with thousands of emotions and I loose myself into the way his face turns red and he chuckles.
"What?" He says shyly.
I'm sure my face is even redder than his.
"Nothing... I'm happy." I answer.
And I am.
Happier than ever.
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Rare 2NE1 pics from 2000's. Mothers who gave birth to girl crush and made history in K-pop.
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ᔕTᖇᗩᗯᗷᗴᖇᖇY ᑕIᘜᗩᖇᗴTTᗴᔕ || 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗
stray kids — bang chan x black, female oc
“Moon? Moon? Are you even listening to me?”
The question was met with an annoyed sigh as the person it was directed at looked over at them through the corner of their eyes. “Yes, Chan, I hear you loud and clear.”
Moon returned her gaze back to the mirror in front of her, taking in her beat up state. Her nose was busted, her right eyelid was slicedㅡbut thankfully her eye hadn’t been damagedㅡand her left eyebrow had cuts all throughout it (not including the intentional cross that ran through the middle).
The multiple sources of oozing blood was tainting her hazel skin, and all she had was a giant black band-aid with wolf heads on it to cover her nose with. She wrapped smaller brown band-aids around her blooded tattooed fingers but she only had enough to wrap around a few cuts since she had already given some to Chan. She placed one on her index and two on her middle, the others were left opened to the infectious air but, that was the least of their worries.
Moon exhaled shakily and leaned against the graffiti battered, mildewed wall of the male's public restroom the two were occupying in some abandoned restaurant they always hung out in with the rest of their friends.
Moon groans as memories of the night's previous events began flashing through her mind.
The two had lost so much in such a short amount of time.
As tears began welling in her big honey colored eyes, she pulled a pack of strawberry cigarettes and a giant clear lighter out of the pocket of the oversized black Fila hoodie she had stolen from Chan months ago. A puff of flavored smoke ran through Moon's puffy lips as tears finally escaped her red rimmed eyes.
A sympathetic sigh slipped through Chan's heart-shaped lips as his own bruised hands found their way around Moon's torso. His pale fingers ran through her long raven coils. The cigarette rested on the tip of her mouth as she hugged him back, tears flowing freely.
Instantaneously and ever-so slowly, the yellowed bathroom lights began flickering and a distorted figure flashed in the mirror. The friends pushed each other away in urgency, a knowing look glittering in their eyes. Moon threw her cigarette to the ground before the two dashed out of the bathroom and into the city lights.
“Bloody hell,” the Australian growled, “Why are the streets so empty in this neighborhood?”
Suddenly, a vivid image of one of their friends getting gutted alive hurtled through their minds, followed by a high pitched scream echoing down the hollowed roads and glowing white eyes. The pair slid to a halt causing Moon to trip over her black rose boots and stumble against the cracked concrete, earning her a few new scars. She sat up, balancing herself on one knee, and looked around. They didn't know where the screeching had come from nor did they know which direction to run in.
“Let's head towards the hospital, it's just a few blocks away, I'm sure we'll make it,” Chan suggests as he offers his hand. Moon took it and hummed in response, running hand in hand with him down the street.
Another screech sounded, this time louder and so much more closer. “Dammit, dammit, dammit,” Moon hissed as her ankle began throbbing. “She's gaining on us, we need to find somewhere to hide real quick.” Chan pointed towards a large blue truck, “Let's hide under there.” They slid under the car and waited until they were sure She had disappeared for the time being.
Once they had slid from under the truck, however, Chan was met with glowing white eyes with no pupils, red tears and a sharp-toothed grin. Before he could react a porcelain hand wrapped itself around his neck and he found himself dangling meters off the ground.
Then, he was falling.
Moon shouted out his name through uncontrollable tears. In a moment of desperation Moon ran under Chan's fallen figure to become his cushion. He dropped on top of her seconds later, both collapsing to the ground. Once again the pair was awarded with more wounds but nothing severely damaging.
Moon pulled him close. “Oh, thank God...thank God!” She sobbed. “We have to go, we have to go now.” Chan and Moon stood back up and started off in a sprint towards the hospital.
Throughout the desperate try to get to safety, they were cut by Her cawls, pierced by nails in gates, tripped in puddles, pushed against brick and concrete—anything to cause more physical pain and injury.
Chan's heavy breathing was becoming uneven and Moon was now limping due to her swollen ankle. “I don't...I don't know how much more I can take,” Chan spoke, “We haven't ran into Her in a while...I feel like She's toying with us. It's only a matter of time before She gets bored and kills us off.” Moon looks up at him and gripped tight to his hand. “I know...I'm tired too...but, it's not like we can kill a ghost or whatever She is.” Chan opens his mouth to say something but is interrupted by an echoing of Ring Around The Rosie. A shiver goes up Chan's spine, “I hate that fucking song.” Suddenly, the glowing figure pops up in front of them. “Shouldn't have said that.”
The ghost opens Her mouth wide and was about to take a bite out of Chan but instead Her teeth soak into Moon's hoodie clad arm. Moon screams before snacking her arm away then, she runs off again, Chan in tow.
“Oh, God, is your arm okay?” He panicked, trying his hardest to check her arm. Moon only shooed his concerns away. “We don't have time to worry about that right now. The Emergency ER is right there!” Chan whipped his head back around to find that she was right, the 24 hour ER was glowing as it sat right across the street from them. How close they were only encouraged their erge to run faster and faster and faster.
A car whipped past causing them to come to another abrupt stop. The two had made it to a wide street with no crossing from what they could see. Moon looked behind them. There was no sign of their torment...that in itself was a bad sign. If they didn't cross now, they were going to be doomed. She looked back at Chan who held a desperate look on his face. “We have to cross now.” He looked at her slowly and shook his head. “We can't. What if this is apart of her plan? What if one of us gets hit?”Moon stares at him. She hadn't thought about those possibilities.
“Even so, those are still 'what ifs'. We at least have to try. And if we die, at least we died fighting together.”
And for the first time that night Moon smiled at him.
It was gentle and small but a smile nonetheless. Chan inhales before nodding and giving her hand a tight squeeze. “Whatever you do, don't let go of my hand...please,” He requests weakly. “Of course.”
A truck was zooming passed the speed limit as the pair made their way across the street. The sound of the truck's horn inched closer through the huffs and puffs of the exhausted couple. A determined look was painted on Moon’s face while a horrified look graced Chan’s features. “Just run a little faster,” Moon wheezed out through strangled breath. “But, what if we don't make it?” She looked back at Chan. “We're going to make it.”
A few steps later and they were both standing on the sidewalk, dangerously close to the street they had just zipped across. Moon smiled over at Chan as they walked hand in hand inside the ER. “See? I told you we'd make it.” He nods, a sigh of relief escaping his lips as he placed his head on her shoulder.
The sun was just coming up overhead. Halloween night had finally come to a close.
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BLACKPINK - Pink Venom MV - Lisa
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