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httpsryu · 8 months

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muse? pt. 1

pairing: kang haerin x fem newjeans!reader

summary: getting a new member way long after debut and a comeback isn't really the best idea to haerin

genre: enemies (?), angst and fluff

warnings: a bit frustrating and A LOT of jealousy

a/n: once again, thank you for the love on kites! feel free to request :)

Haerin could only stare blankly at her manager upon getting informed about a new member getting added to the lineup.

"But we're working on the new comeback right now." Minji confusedly states, wondering why ADOR would last-minute make a rash decision.

The older woman nods, understanding and knowing the members would react this way. “I understand that. We all do."

"Not only are we being put into this situation but she is too." The unofficial leader voices out her concerns. "We've already shot everything."

Hanni nods in agreement, along with Danielle letting out a hum.

"I'm sorry girls." Their manager sincerely says. "But she's coming tomorrow and there's nothing we can do about it."

Minji could only nod in defeat.

"Once she arrives, we'll be in more talks of what's going to happen to this comeback."

What?

Does this possibly mean that the comeback could get delayed? Or worst; cancelled at the last minute? All because of a new member that all of them just NOW got told about?

NewJeans isn't NCT.

So why does this team has to suffer because of a new addition? Haerin cannot process it at all.

"Do you guys think she's pretty?" Hanni asks once their manager left their dorm.

Hyein smiles brightly at the thought of their new member being a very pretty girl. "Hehe~"

The oldest member shakes her head in disappointment, smacking Hanni's arm for having an influence on Hyein.

"Everything okay, Rin?" Danielle tugs on the arm of the feline-like female.

Haerin could only let out a fazed nod. "Yeah. Just need to get used to this."

"Promise me that you are all going to behave." Minji sternly states, precisely looking at both Hanni and Hyein.

The Vietnamese's mouth drops, offended by how the elder perceived her as. "BRO? WHAT?"

The new member hasn't arrived yet and Haerin is over it.

Here they are, all five of them sitting in the living room while huddling over a table to sort out for new roommates. Minji says it's only fair that way, whatever that means.

Haerin wants to protest with the oldest's idea. She liked being roommates with Hanni. Why should she have to change roommates because of a random stranger?

"I want to dorm with the new member!" Hanni raises her hand immediately, earning a gasp from both Danielle and Hyein.

Minji clicks her tongue, crossing out Hanni's name off the paper. "Definitely not Hanni."

"Why not?" The bang-haired disputes, pouting.

"Because you'll end up flirting with her and making her uncomfortable."

Haerin doesn't get it.

How are all the members calm about this? Were they not afraid of their careers?

"More like you're keeping her for yourself!" Hanni argues.

The leader glares at the girl who just said that. "Bro?"

"I think I'm going to dorm Hyein and Hanni together." Minji mutters to herself while writing down on the scratch piece of paper.

The youngest lets out a cry for help. "Why with her?"

"Excuse me? Like I want to dorm with you too!" Hanni crosses her arm, starting to throw a tantrum.

Minji sighs, rolling her eyes at their antics. "Haerin, I'll have you and the new member dorm together, alright?"

"I get to dorm with you?" Danielle squeals excitedly, attacking Minji with a hug.

Great.

Not only does Haerin have to suffer the idea of NewJeans suddenly becoming a 6-member group but now she has to dorm with a complete stranger.

All five girls hang around in the living room, waiting for their manager and new member to arrive. Any one of them has their ears perked up, listening closely for a knock to echo any second now.

"I'm a little nervous." Danielle speaks, linking her arms with Hanni.

Haerin could only scoff in her mind. She presumes that everyone is making a big deal about all of this.

"I am too, don't worry." Minji relieves a sigh, knowing that it wasn't only her who felt like this as well.

Great; the moment Haerin was dreading since last night.

"She's here!" Hanni excitedly breaks free from the other Aussie member, running to the door.

The others run to where Hanni stand as well, with Haerin slowly trailing behind the rest. Everyone breathes in and out to calm themselves down, shushing one another in order to not scare the new addition to the team.

"Ok, I'm opening it." Hanni warns the members, slowly turning the doorknob.

Words cannot fathom in anyone's brains at the sight of you.

"Girls, this is Lee Y/N. She was transferred here from SM two days ago, specifically at Min Hee Jin's request. I hope you all welcome her with open arms and get along well." The older woman smiles, patting the shoulders of yours for reassurance before handing you off to your new team.

Right before you could object, your new manager has already run off to some other task.

Hanni nods brightly at the manager's words, with Danielle suddenly tackling you into a tight squeeze with her arms around your waist.

"Wow~ You're really pretty." Hyein giggles, not being able to look at you in the eyes.

You have got to be kidding me. Haerin rolls her eyes at how everyone is oggling at you with no shame. She could never be like them. EVER!

"You're squeezing her." Minji softly points out, rushing to your side to help grab all your luggage and suitcase before closing the door behind Danielle and you.

The Australian member gasps softly, letting go of you and muttering a bunch of "I'm sorry"s.

"You're all good." You smile in response, having everyone in the room swoon before turning to the taller who helped grab your luggage. "Thank you, by the way."

Minji's eyes widen, feeling her ears get red as she turns away. "Don't mention it."

"This has to be a joke." Haerin mumbles under her breath, mentally facepalming herself from the members' reaction.

"Y/N, this is Haerin." Hanni pushes the cat eyed female towards you. "She's your roommate!"

You bow, smiling at the female in front of you. "Nice to meet you, Haerin."

"You too." Haerin barely acknowledges you before walking off to her room.

Did you perhaps do anything wrong? Was it because you didn't greet her first?

Danielle gasps upon seeing your slight reaction, wondering what's wrong with her best friend. Maybe Haerin is having one of those days, it'll be okay, right?

"Don't mind her." Minji smiles reassuringly. "Haerin kind of keeps to herself but I'm positive that the both of you will get along."

The other four girls nod simultaneously with their "unofficial" leader's words.

"Don't stress about it too much!" Hanni gives you a warm smile. "Besides, Haerin likes pretty girls."

Huh?

"Hanni, don't scare off our new member." Minji rolls her eyes at the Vietnamese's antics, turning to you. "Let me show you where you'll be sleeping, Y/N."

With a small nod, you smile at the members before bowing to them and following Minji.

"She's so cute!" Hanni elbow bumps Danielle.

The other Australian nods along, squealing excitedly.

"She already seems cool." The youngest admires the idea of you leaving your old company to do something others wouldn't do.

pt. 2 is out now!

#kpop x reader #new jeans x reader #new jeans imagines #haerin x reader #kang haerin x reader #kpop imagines

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webslingingslasher · 1 year

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How about “desperately wanting to be angry, but they can't push past the hurt they're feeling with the trust being broken” from the prompt list? An angsty one with a really fluffy ending? <3

it's a little angsty, little fluffy *reader thinks peter's cheating

It always started with a ‘hey girlie,’ text.

Any girl in a relationship knew what that meant.

You thought Peter was a safe bet, there was no way Peter would ever cheat on you, right?

Two words sent you into panic, your heart was beating a million miles a minute, your vision felt dotty and the urge to throw up, cry and scream was running rampant, even if you were to have a mental breakdown you didn’t know where to start.

Actually, first things first, who is this chick? You clicked on her name, Cynthia Prescott, no mutual friends. There were only a few pictures, each smile she wore dug and pushed further and further into your gut, there would be no way Peter could ever cheat, unless it was with a girl like that. If you had big enough balls you would watch her story, but you already felt like you were shutting down.

You wanted to respond. Anything, “hey, sis.” or “wussup, girlie?” maybe even “please god don’t ruin anything for me, he’s all I have.” Instead you swallowed your tongue and closed out, if you didn’t ask then she wouldn’t tell, then you wouldn’t have to know. That was the best possible plan, you could pretend this never happened, you didn’t know a Cynthia Prescott, and by the looks of it none of your friends did.

‘Message me back, girlfriend! I have something to bring to your attention.’

A second message, emojis littered her words, it was like sprinkling glitter on an open wound. You wanted to scream, you kept telling yourself it wasn’t real, he couldn’t have done it. For a minute you think about deleting the app all together, but that would make you weak, wouldn’t it? Run away, play pretend that your boyfriend didn’t cheat?

You should be angry, seething, enraged. You should want to tear apart his dorm room, wipe his computer’s history, email his professors a list of curse words they remind him of, spill coffee on his returnable textbooks, anything to cause him a pinch of the hurt you were feeling.

It was hurt, wasn’t it? The way your stomach dropped, the way you feel frozen, the way you can’t stop thinking about it. ‘Not peter, not peter, not peter,’ a chant rattled your mind, you collapsed to his bed, ‘hey, girlie, not peter, hey, girlie, not peter,’ you couldn’t help to pick up your breath.

A full blown panic attack, when was Peter coming back? His class ended at four, what time was it? Where was your phone, the phone with the dm, the one with the text, the one that says he’s cheating.

“Woah, are you okay?”

Peter’s hands were held up, he was thrown off seeing you hyperventilate on his bed. Your hands shake, you should be angry, you should be screaming, you should hate him. So why do you want him to say sorry and hug you, kiss you softly, hold you until you feel whole again, why did it hurt so much?

His hands wrap around your shoulders, “baby, you okay?”

You stared at him in shock, “you’re cheating on me.” A fact, not to be questioned.

Peter pulls a face, “I am?”

You nod, “I got a text.”

“Oh.” He looks at the ground, you see guilty, you nearly break into tears. Your stomach hurts, your chest is tight, you feel lightheaded, nothing feels right and everything just hurts.

“Can I ask who with?”

A sick joke, he couldn’t even keep count, he wanted a number from his lineup. You shrug his hands off, wipe at your nose, “Cynthina Prescott,” Peter’s eyes widen, he nods, the name bouncing in his mind.

“Baby, who the fuck is Cynthia Prescott?”

“I don’t know! You’re the one fucking her, she told me!”

Okay, maybe she didn’t but you knew what that text meant.

“Baby, I don-”

“Don’t call me that! Liar!”

He sighs, “I don’t know a Cynthia, Y/N, I swear.”

Your eyes narrow, “then why did she tell me she did?”

“I don’t, I’m,” he’s pulling at straws, he feels like he’s the one being gaslighted, he looks for your phone on the bed.

“Did she tell you in person, or text you? Bab- Y/N, I don’t know who she is I promise.”

You hold a hand to your chest to settle your breath, “instagram dm,” Peter rested a hand on your head to calm you, his other hand finding your phone and opening up the app, and tapping on messages he saw the culprit immediately. He was ready to defend his honor to death, his next step is tracking them down. Until he blinked at the messages, “honey, did you delete something?” There was nothing that indicated anything of the sort, just a cryptic message, if anything he thought it was spam.

“No,” you whimper the words, his fingers massage at your head slightly, he seemed confused but you also never would’ve guessed he’d cheat.

“Baby, I don’t see anything about me here. I don’t know who she is and she isn’t following anyone I know.”

“It’s a hey girlie text, peter!”

Peter finally sat next to you, your phone in his grasp. “I don’t know what that is,” you groan, “it means like, hey girlie, your man is doing something sus.”

Peter scrunches his face, “but I don’t know her, look, just message her, ask her to show you.”

You shake your head fast, “I’d rather not see it, I don’t want to see you with someone else.”

He huffs, “I’m not cheating! I’m not skilled enough to do that, let alone have enough time in the day!” You sniffed, peter grunted, “fuck this, I’m asking.”

‘I’d love to see it, girlie!’

You wrinkle your nose, almost on automatic response it shoots a reply.

‘You’re so pretty, I’d love for you to promote our new product! Just add me and download our app, use my name for a free bottle!’

Relief fills you, it was a bot, a simple mlm, a pyramid scheme, no real threats.

“Oh my god, peter, I am so sorry, I didn’t-”

“Geez Louise, babe. I know I’m nerdy but fucking a robot? C’mon now.”

A joke, he wasn’t mad. Even after you accused him of the worst betrayal, he was trying to make you feel better. “I was so hurt and scared, I didn’t believe it, or didn’t wanna believe it, so I didn’t message her back but, like, i’m so sorry petey.”

Peter presses a kiss to your temple, “it’s okay, baby. It was very convincing, it said hey girlie.”

You groan and lean into him, “you don’t understand, you will never understand.”

“Is that a tone? Are you taking a tone up with me? Should I text Cynthia for a good time?”

You sock his arm, “too soon!”

#peter parker x reader #tasm! peter parker x reader #peter parker blurb #tasm!peter x reader #peter parker angst #my writing

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parkvcrs · 9 months

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The Flower Disease

SUMMARY: after developing a soft spot for his classmate s/n y/n, so imagine his surprise when he finds himself coughing up pedals the next day…

PAIRING: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.

WARNING(S): mild cursing, angst, mild blood, fear of unrequited love, etc.

NOTES: i did write a hanahaki disease imagine for shoto todoroki a while ago, but ended up rewriting the last chunk of it since i didn’t like the way the ending was written.

Bakugou was never much of a romantic. In fact, he despised and cursed the name of love. The mere thought of it left a sour taste in his mouth. He currently sat at his desk, scowling, as he impatiently taps his pencil against the surface. The classroom is filled with Valentine's Day decorations, pink hearts, and an assortment of gifts scattered on some desks.

He despises the overly sweet and romantic atmosphere, finding it all utterly ridiculous. His eyes dart around, taking in the flowers, chocolates, and love letters that seem to be everywhere.

‘What a stupid and pointless day. Who needs this lovey-dovey crap?’ He rolls his eyes, attempting to focus on something else, but the constant reminders of the holiday persist. He crosses his arms, doing his best to ignore the flutter of envy that tugs at him ever so slightly.

As Bakugou's thoughts intensify, he's suddenly interrupted by a cheerful voice.

“Good morning, Bakugou!” That’s weird. He’d didn’t recognize that voice. If it was Kirishima, he’d be able to pick his voice out of a lineup. But it wasn’t. A bit puzzled, Bakugou glances up to see S/n Y/n standing in front of his desk, wearing a bright smile and holding a small wrapped gift. But she becomes awkward as soon as Bakugou’s attention snaps onto her, staring at her expectantly. “Um…” she trailed off. “This is for you!” She held out a gift for him, looking away sheepishly as she did.

Raising an eyebrow, Bakugou asks, “Huh? What's this for?” His eyes shift between the small box and Y/n.

“N-Nothing!” Y/n stammered out. “I just wanted to get you something…”

Bakugou snorts and glares at the gift for a moment. He's not sure how to react, especially since he's never been on the receiving end of such a gesture. “Yeah, whatever. Thanks, I guess.” He did his best to act nonchalant about it.

He takes the gift with a hint of awkwardness, his heart pounding louder than he'd like to admit. Y/n's grin widens, pleased with his reaction.

“Oh, uh, you’re welcome!” Y/n replies, happy that Bakugou didn’t get upset with her. It was a surprise, to be sure, but a welcome one.

As Y/n walks away to greet other classmates, Bakugou can't help but feel a strange warmth spreading through him. He attempts to push the sentiment aside, refusing to let this holiday affect him.

“It's just a dumb gift... nothing to get all worked up over.” He mutters to himself. But deep down, he can't deny the small excitement that's bubbling inside him. Despite his protests against Valentine’s Day, he can't ignore the fact that someone thought of him and took the time to give him a gift. ‘It's not a big deal. It’s not like I’m into this sappy crap.’ He reminded himself.

Yet, despite his dismissive words, Bakugou can't shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, Valentine's Day isn't as terrible as he always thought.

A few days after this, Bakugou felt sick. But it wasn’t one of those ‘waking up in the middle of the night to throw up’ type of moments. He was just trying to hang out with the rest of his classmates in the dorms by watching a movie when he suddenly felt disoriented.

Holding a hand over his mouth and the other on his stomach, Bakugou stumbled out from the couch and hobbled down the hall. Unbeknownst to him, Y/n noticed this and watched him disappear with worry etched on her face.

When he finally gets to the bathroom, Bakugou locks the door behind him and clutches the sink, trying to steady himself as dizziness washes over him. His heart is pounding in his chest, and he can feel the sweat trickling down his forehead. He takes a deep breath, trying to regain his composure, but it's no use. The disorientation only worsens, and he knows something is seriously wrong.

“Damn it…” he grits through his teeth.

He stumbles over to the mirror, hoping to catch a glimpse of what's happening, but before he can even process the situation, a fit of violent coughing takes over. He coughs and gags, and with each heave, cherry blossom petals and seeds mixed with blood escape his lips, landing in the sink. The realization hits him like a ton of bricks — he has the infamous Hanahaki Disease which makes the host cough up flower petals due to their feelings of love and the pain of knowing that their love is not reciprocated.

Bakugou’s eyes widen, not knowing what to make of this information. ‘No way... this can't be happening!’ His panicked mind began to race at what seemed like a hundred miles per hour. ‘How could I let myself devolve into a pedal-coughing piece of shit?’ He tries to suppress the coughs, but they keep coming, leaving him weak and breathless. Feeling the heat engulfing him, he rips off his black shirt, discarding it on the floor.

The pain in his chest intensifies, but he will have to hide it from his classmates. He cannot let them know that he has a limited time on this earth. He doesn’t want to be seen as weak by those extras.

Katsuki gathers whatever strength he has left and hobbles over to the toilet, collapsing in front of it. The coughing continues, and he's at a loss for what to do.

Suddenly, there's a gentle knock at the door. “Bakugou?” Y/n spoke up. “Are you okay?”

“Go away,” Bakugou said, wrapping both of his arms around his stomach in hopes to bring the pain down a few notches.

“You don’t sound good… should we bring you to Recovery Girl?” She asked. She must’ve heard him coughing.

“I’m fine. Just go away, dammit!” He growled out a reply. Bakugou can't face her like this. He can't let her see him in such a vulnerable state, especially now that he's realized he has feelings for her.

Reluctantly, Y/n steps away from the door, finally leaving Bakugou alone. “This is all her fault... but damn it, why can't I stop thinking about her?” He thinks out loud, his eyebrows knitting together. This must’ve all started as soon as she gave him that gift on Valentine’s Day. Who knows Bakugou could be so easy?

He never wanted to fall for anyone, but now that he has, he's faced with the reality of possibly dying if Y/n doesn’t like him back. As the story goes, there is one cure and that’s to undergo surgery but there is just one problem: he wouldn’t be able to feel love again. What’s the fun in that?

He has heard stories about this wretched disease, but he never believed them because he always thought the anchorpeople were full of shit. Looks like he’s the fool now.

Bakugou steps away from the toilet and slumps down, sitting on the cold bathroom tile, his back against the bathtub. He covers his face with his hands, feeling defeated and torn. The coughing subsides for now, but the heaviness in his chest remains.

“How the hell am I supposed to talk to her now...?”

The next week or so was rough on Bakugou. Every time he felt like his body was going to betray him and expose him for having the flower disease— which only got progressively worse over time— he excused himself to use the restroom, but there is only so many excuses that he could tell Aizawa and his friend group until they all got suspicious that Bakugou was up to something.

“Hey, Bakubro,” Kirishima rested a hand on his best pal’s shoulder as they walked out of school. “What’s with you, man? You’re hardly ever in class.” He pointed out.

“I’m fine, asshole. I just have more important things than some stupid classes!”

“Are you sure? Because you’ve been leaving in the middle of class a lot and—” before Kirishima could finish his sentence, the blond beside him quickly cut him off.

“I said I'm fine, dammit! Quit hovering around like a mother hen.” Bakugou glared at his friend for a second, wanting him to get the hint that he didn’t want to talk about it. He knows that the excuses he uses won't last forever, especially with his friends now getting suspicious. But he still can’t let them find out about his condition.

Despite his harsh reassurance, Kirishima can tell something is amiss. However, before he can press further, Y/n is suddenly within earshot, walking alongside Uraraka and Deku. Kirishima notices how his friend’s demeanor changes as soon as he spots her, so he decides to back off, sensing that Bakugou might need some space.

When Y/n, Uraraka, Deku finally reach the school’s gate before Bakugou, she stopped in her tracks. “I’ll catch up with you guys later.” She said, holding onto the straps of her backpack tightly.

“Huh? Where are you going, N/n?” Uraraka asked as she and Deku stopped walking to stare at their classmate quizzically.

“I just need to go check on something. Don’t worry about it. It shouldn’t take long!” It took every fiber in Y/n’s body to fight the urge to not glance over her shoulder to look at Bakugou. She didn’t want her friends knowing what she was up to. If there really was something going on with Bakugou, she wants to know about it.

“Okay… safe safe, S/n.” Deku offered her a small smile, waving slightly.

“Will do!”

Turning on her heel too fast for her own good, Y/n soon ends up accidentally colliding with him, their foreheads meeting with a soft thud which caused them to both groan in pain. Bakugou more so given his fragile state, but they are both rightfully taken aback. “Oh my gosh!” Y/n lets out a small gasp. She bows. “I am so sorry!” She immediately apologies.

“It’s nothing. Just forget about it.” He waves it off determinedly, trying to keep the pain and discomfort hidden from her.

But before he can continue, a petal tickles the back of his throat, and he doubles over in a coughing fit. Bloodied flowers escape from his mouth, and he knows he can't hide it any longer. Y/n’s eyes widen at the sight of the blood-filled flowers escaping his lips. “B-Bakugou, what's happening to you?” She stammers.

“It's... nothing. Just a stupid cold.” He lied.

“This doesn't look like a cold, Katsuki…” Y/n crossed her arms over her chest as she slowly started to make her way closer to him. “Please, let me help you. You don't have to keep everything to yourself. So, what’s the matter with you?” She asked.

Bakugou hesitates, realizing that he can't keep his feelings and the Hanahaki Disease hidden anymore. The pain in his chest is unbearable, and he knows he can't deny the truth any longer. “Y/n... I... I have this stupid disease because of you.” He said, softly.

Confused by his words, Y/n’s eyebrows knitted together. “What do you mean, Bakugou?” She questioned.

He paused and stared deeply into her e/c eyes before replying with, “I-I fell for you, damn it! And I can't... I can't stop coughing up these damn flowers because my feelings are killing me.” He admitted.

Tears well up in Y/n's eyes as she processes his confession. She reaches out to hold his hand gently, her heart aching for him. “Katsuki... I had no idea...” she whispers.

“Well, now you know,” Bakugou averted his gaze, growing a bit embarrassed that the cat was now out of the bag. “So, what are you gonna do about it, huh? You gonna tell me to get over it and stop being weak?” He rambled, not even bothered to notice the small smile Y/n tugging on her lips until she took another step closer to him, nearly closing the gap between them.

“No, never. I could never ask you to do that. But… I think I know how to get rid of it.”

Bakugou raises an eyebrow, looking skeptical but intrigued. “Oh, yeah? Go ahead and prove it the—” Before he can finish his challenge, Y/n closes the distance between them and plants a gentle kiss on his lips. Bakugou stiffens at first, caught off guard by her sudden action, but soon he can't resist and closes his eyes, kissing her back.

The world seems to pause around them as they share this intimate moment. Bakugou's heart races and he takes a sharp breath as soon as Y/n pulled him close, but after a moment, there's a sense of relief and warmth that washes over him. He feels a connection he had never experienced before. After a moment, they slowly pull apart.

“There… are you, um, feeling better?” She stammered out, clearly flustered.

Bakugou is taken aback, both by her words and her actions. He never expected her to be so bold and straightforward, but now he realizes that maybe this is the solution he needed all along. “You're an idiot, you know that?” He said, softly.

“Oh, thanks for the compliment.”

“But maybe I'm an even bigger idiot for falling for you…” he looked away once more, reminiscing. “But I don't need your sappy words, but… if you're willing to put up with me, then I guess you can stay.” He added as if Y/n didn’t just save him from certain death.

Y/n playfully rolls her eyes, glad to have somewhat broken through his tough exterior.

“I think I can manage that.”

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the-roo-too · 9 months

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i remember seeing you saying you wanted some le sserafim requests so here i am ig i hope you don’t already have too much of them. yunjin x reader where reader is added to the lineup and gets close to all the members except yunjin who acts cold towards her for no reason. but then she finds out it’s actually cuz their dance/ singing coaches keep comparing them saying yn is better… so she became jealous for no reason. <3

cool with you -> bandmate! huh yunjin

-being a replacement member is hard, but being compared to the replacement member is harder

warnings: unfair treatment ig?; jealousy; kinda mean girl chaewon ehehehheehhehe

genre: enemies to lovers-ish

notes: i made the reader be a replacement eheehehehehehheheehhee

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getting added to the group after the debut was a bit rough, but your members made it bearable. le sserafim debuted as 6-members girl group and (funny story) their second mini album had 6 performers too.

during the period between the debut and the first comeback, a member of the group that you never got to meet, garam, left because of some scandal. then, they added you!

while at first you thought the group would be distanced (because no matter how you look at it, you replaced the girl) they didn’t care. even better, the oldest two immediately started treating you as one of their own. the younger two also looked up to you as their unnie, especially manchae. even the public didn’t seem to mind your presence all that much.

but of course things couldn’t be too pretty for you.

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“okay, let’s try from the top?” you all nodded to the choreographer, standing up from your break.

“chaewon unnie, could you pass me my water?” you asked your leader softly, hoping to get one last sip before continuing the practice. weirdly enough, she didn’t notice you speaking to her, as she was focused on yunjin.

the american walked back from the choreographer with a frown on her face, as often these days. her eyes suddenly met yours and her grimace deepened.

huh yunjin: the one member that didn’t like you.

you really had no idea know why, but every time you as much as stood within two meters to her, she’d glare at you.

“are you okay, unnie..?” her unreasonable hatred towards you would never stop you from trying to befriend her…

her shoulder bumped into yours as she walked. “i’m fine.”

…because you might or might have not liked her.

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yunjin didn’t like you. that was easy to say. did she hate you though?

she stopped in her tracks to ponder over the thought.

she shouldn’t hate you. it wasn’t your fault the choreographer noticed a similarity in your dancing styles and kept pointing it out to yunjin.

it was well after practice finished as she was walking to the dorm (courtesy of staying back to perfect the dance). she knew chaewon was probably worried.

or was she? she’s been staying late in the studio ever since you joined the group.

yunjin was so lost in her thoughts she didn’t even realise she arrived at her dorm.

rummaging through her bag, she fished out her pair of keys.

*click*

the doors were unlocked. chaewon was probably waiting. will she be scolded again?

yunjin sighed. she always gets.

➶-͙˚ ༘✶

“you’re late again.”

yunjin ignored the comment from her leader, placing her bag next to the doors. she took of her shoes and put them in her place.

weird, your pair was missing.

“we were worried.”

“i know, unnie.” she fought the urge to roll her eyes.

“…y/n was worried too.”

“okay.”

chaewon walked up to the younger girl and placed her hand on her shoulder, turning her forcefully, but not too hard.

“i don’t know what is your problem, but you need to resolve it. it’s affecting the group, even the public noticed you two!”

“oka-“

“don’t okay me, damn it!” chaewon sighed, running her hand through her hair to stop the stray strands from tickling her face. “y/n went to look for you.”

“huh? why would she?”

“because i asked her to talk with you. because you’re too much of a child to do that yourself apparently.”

yunjin frowned at her leader. “what goes between me and y/n is not of your business, unnie.”

“find her before i make it my business.”

➶-͙˚ ༘✶

yunjin cursed herself for never bothering to ask for your number. it made finding you much harder. there was still one thing she could do…

now her phone rang, the line quiet. she should’ve expected that, idols don’t tend to pick up unknown numbers.

“hello? yunjin unnie?”

she was a bit taken aback. you had her number?

“y/n? you have my contact?”

“i got it from chaewon unnie… i got you a iced coffee, she said you stayed back after practice so i thought you might be thirsty, unnie.. where are you?”

her heart skipped a beat (she denied it in her head) as she heard your words.

“i’m..” yunjin cleared her throat. “i’m outside our dorm, where are you?”

“oh, i think i can see you, unnie!” the call ended and she heard fast footsteps approaching her. she turned around and saw you running to her, trying not to spill the mentioned coffee.

as you got closer and closer, she couldn’t help but wonder why did her face feel so hot all of a sudden?

➶-͙˚ ༘✶

yunjin closed the doors behind you. when she glanced around the room, there was no chaewon in sight. at least she didn’t have to listen to anymore of her rants.

“unnie..?”

yunjin looked back at you. “yes?”

“why do you.. hate me?” no. she didn’t hate you. she shook her head slowly.

“i don’t.”

“you do, unnie..”

“i don’t hate you, y/n. i just.. i’m not fond of you..?” she saw the look of hurt flash in your eyes.

“i don’t understand why, unnie!”

“stop yelling, you’ll wake the others up.” her voice was cold, yet she felt bad when you looked away from her.

“can we just… talk? please unnie, i want to know what i did wrong..”

a scowl appeared on yunjin’s face. “that’s the problem. you didn’t do anything.”

“huh?”

“you’re just so perfect, everyone loves you! you appear in the group after debut and suddenly its not about being a good dancer but ‘y/n is in the group only for a while and she’s better than you’.”

she saw you freeze. “what do you mean…?”

“i’m tired of being compared to someone who barely got in the group.” she walked away after that. she probably shouldn’t, her words were more hurtful than she meant them to be.

➶-͙˚ ༘✶

practice the next day was awfully calm. yunjin wasn’t called over by the choreographer this time, much to her surprise. instead, you walked over to the trainer.

“you made up yet?” chaewon appeared on her side, drinking from her water bottle as she looked at the american.

“not yet, unnie.”

“oh? i thought y/n told the choreographer that she shouldn’t get the solo part in the song because she wanted to share it with you or something.”

“what?” yunjin whipped her head to look at you, then back at chaewon. “i-i’ll be right back, unnie!”

she speed walked do you immediately. as you noticed her approaching, you gave a small smile.

“yunjin unnie?”

“you gave up your solo part? why?”

“oh..” you giggled softly. (i’m sorry 💀) “i thought that if i didn’t have a solo part.. my dancing wouldn’t be that visible and the choreographer would stop comparing us..”

“yah..” yunjin flicked your forehead. “you’re stupid. you don’t do stuff like this just because i’m jealous!”

“i didn’t want you to be upset, unnie!”

“i’m upset now, y/n. go to choreographer and get that part back right this instant!”

“but unnie..”

“no but’s. if you do that, i’ll come to buy *you* iced coffee today instead of staying back, okay?”

she smiled when she saw your eyes shining like a little kid’s. “okay, unnie!”

maybe, just maybe she didn’t have to dislike you.

➶-͙˚ ༘✶

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Miscellaneous Notes Regarding Crowley's In-Game Appearance/Quirks/Usage.

Although he has buddies (Deuce/Vil/Grim, to be precise), his SSR is like Rollo's insofar as it does not have the ability to "take" Alchemy classes. As such, all Buddy Levels are fixed at Level 1.

How did the developers choose to work around the "Crowley Special Lessons" mechanic? They didn't. He still shows up if Crowley is present in the selected card lineup. In fact, they go so far as to poke fun at this bizarre arrangement by having him greet himself!

His M3 HP Regen numbers scale with whichever ally's HP he buffs--the maximum of which (at this time of posting) is a whooping 2490 HP as reported with Level 110 New Year's Yukata Rook.

For some curious reason, his vignettes (unlike Rollo's) contain no spoken dialogue. The lore was appreciated nevertheless!

The developers have added a birthday greeting for him. (Yes, I have viewed it already.)

Crowley's preferences are Stylish/Basic, in that order. He has no associated Dorm theme (no, not even Ramshackle).

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #twst game notes #dire crowley ssr #twst jp #twst spoilers #dire crowley

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mauhandraws · 11 months

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savanaclaw 🐺🍩🦁 adding to the lineup of twst dorm prints i’ve drawn! i’ll have this at AX, table B58 in the artist alley

#jack howl #ruggie bucchi #leona kingscholar #savanaclaw #twisted wonderland #twst #i think ruggie turned out so cute in this lol

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Hello, Yuurei! Do you know if there is a timeline for the main story and events that would make for the best reading order? Even something as vague as "Beanfest is between books 3 and 4" to make a nice little roadmap for rereading purposes? Thank you so much if you can answer this!

Hello hello!! Thank you so much for this question, this was all so interesting to look into!

Reading order for events can be complicated, as the game seems to be playing with the timeline! For every "this is the order of events" compilation I found there was a disclaimer of "except for these points, which don't fit into the continuity," and that might just be how it is until we learn more about what is going on behind the scenes :<

If that is all right, I have put together a rough list of a possible reading order! (Largely by cross referencing the events/main story with things like this graphic, this summary page, and several anonymous posting boards, to learn what theories are out there.)

⚠️JP-server event information included below!⚠️ ⚠️ Also, this is not meant to be a definitive calendar of events! Just an idea about a potential order in which to read things with the least amount of timeline weirdness ⚠️ (but there is still timeline weirdness)

#1: Prologue #2: Book 1 #3: Book 2 #4 Stage in Playfulland #5: Glorious Masquerade #6: Terror is Trending

At the beginning of Playfulland Ace mentions upcoming Halloween preparations and finals, but he doesn't mention the Interdorm Spelldrive Tournament, so it is possible that this event happens after Book 2 (which is specified as taking place in October) but before Halloween.

The biggest issue with this lineup is Ortho, who appears at the very beginning in his college gear, which he doesn't get until Book 6. But they mention Halloween so it must be early in the school year, and it cannot be October of the following year because Trey and Cater are still living in the dorm...if you can forgive Ortho's outfit in the opening scenes, Playfulland otherwise fits in nicely.

Things get complicated with Glorious Masquerade and Terror is Trending, as they seem to be taking place simultaneously: both events begin with two different characters announcing that there is one month left until Halloween.

I would recommend Glorious Masquerade first as we don't actually see Halloween happening at NRC (just Jack and Ace preparing for it), but both events are about lead-ups to two completely different Halloween celebrations being held on the same day and attended by many of the same people.

As the end of Terror is Trending connects directly to the start of Spectral Soiree, it might be less jarring to start with Glorious Masquerade.

The continuity curiosity that people generally point to with the Halloween events is that the prefect is present for multiple people referring to Malleus by name, when they don't actually know what his name is until Book 5.

But there is something consistent across both Glorious Masquerade and Spectral Soiree:

The prefect never calls Malleus anything but Hornton.

It is possible that the game is asking for some suspension of disbelief with this point? Was my theory, but the prefect also uses the "Hornton" moniker during Firelit Sky, so maybe that is just what they do?

#7 Spectral Soiree #8 Book 3 #9 Book 4 #10 New Year's #11 Book 5

Book 5 lasts over a month, with Vil scolding Epel for not practicing during what were ostensibly their winter holidays, so it may go from January to February (the day of the Culture Festival itself is specified as mid-February).

The snow on the main campus seems to completely disappear during the three weeks between Malleus being invited to the VDC and the day of the event, but they might have just cleared it away for the festival.

#12 Harveston

We know Harveston takes place during the winter but not exactly when. Epel recognizes the dwarves from Book 5, so reading it before 5 might feel odd.

#13 Book 6

Book 6 starts only a few days after Book 5 and might technically come before Harveston, but from a reading-order perspective seeing Idia invite himself along to Epel's hometown right after kidnapping several people might be jarring.

Due to the timing of Harveston's initial release Ortho wears his pre-6 archetype gear for Harveston, which is also a point in favor of Harveston happening beforehand (a very busy few days for Epel and Idia). It will be interesting to see if Ortho gets changed to his college gear for the rerun, coming soon to JP server.

#14 Beanfest (1 and 2)

#15 Fairy Gala / Fairy Gala IF

#16 Vargas Camp (1+2)

The only hint we have for the two Vargas Camps is the knowledge that they happen within two weeks of one another and the title of the original event: Spring Happening.

#17 Rabbit Fes

I wasn't able to find any reference to when Rabbit Fes might be happening, but Ortho in his college gear places it after Book 6, and it is heavily spring coded.

#18 Phantom Bride

I was not able to find any specific timing for the Phantom Bride event, but we know there is not any snow on the main street, so presumably it is not during winter.

It seems to be generally assumed by fans that it takes place in June because of the June Bride tradition, and everyone's reluctance to do anything for Idia makes even more sense than usual if it is post Book 6.

#19 Tamashina-Mina

Was also not able to find anything specific for the timing of Tamashina-Mina, but we know it is hot (Jack faints from heat stroke).

Leona mentions a rainy season and Japan's rainy season goes from June to July, so summer seems like a safe bet (it also makes sense to be separated far away from Book 2, considering Leona and Lilia's drama).

#20 Wish Upon a Star

The Starsending also does not seem to have a specified month or season, but it is generally assumed to be happening in July because the event was heavily inspired by Japan's Tanabata, which is on July 7th. (more here!) Tanabata is also referenced by name in the original game.

Like Playfulland, Wish Upon a Star’s main continuity issue is also Ortho: it is mentioned specifically that he cannot participate in the event because he is not actually a student at the school.

He becomes a student in Book 6, which seems like it should put this event before it, except for the Star Rogue subplot. Idia and Ortho discuss the discontinued video game in Book 6, a sequel is Idia’s wish for Wish Upon a Star, and at the end of the event this wish is granted, which hadn't happened as of 6.

No matter where you read Wish Upon a Star there is going to be some weirdness, so it may be best to decide based on personal preference! If Ortho still not being a student despite having just enrolled is more of a deal breaker than the Star Rogue subplot, it might be better to read it prior to 6.

#21 Lost in the Book with Stitch

Floyd has a line about summer vacation coming soon.

#22 Firelit Sky

Interestingly there do not seem to be any references to Firelit Sky taking place in the summer, but it is generally assumed to be around summertime due to the climate and fireworks festival.

Najma has a line about being worried about Jamil, but the conversation wouldn't be out of place before or after Book 4. Firelit sky might be one of the more flexible events, capable of sliding in just about anywhere, but the atmosphere fits in well with the line up of the Stitch event and Portfest.

#23 Portfest

The Portfest event takes about a month overall, but the time of year is technically never specified, so we do not know what month.

The biggest hint we get might be Rook calling the portwear designs "summery and cool." The aesthetic might fit best with Stitch and Firelit Sky, for reading order purposes.

#24 Bonus: Tsumsted

I have no idea when Tsumsteds 1+2 are presumably taking place, but there is no snow on the main street. As they are light-hearted stories it might be best to enjoy them between events rather than the drama of the main story? Perhaps between Beanfest and Fairy Gala, or Vargas Camp and Rabbit Fest, etc.

I made a chart for reference while putting this post together! There may be better interpretations out there than what all has been listed above, so I will include it as well, for the curious:

(and as always if there is anything I have overlooked, please do let me know! ♡)

#twstask

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ACE OF HEART — SEUNGMIN. CHAPTER 1

⚾️ synopsis: new school year means new beginnings, right? you are a new student at prestigious seido high school with the goal to become the ace of the baseball team and win nationals. but to your surprise, some arrogant asshole kim seungmin is currently in the position of pitcher and ace of the team. how steel are your nerves and how long will it take you to steal his place?

pairing: seungmin x reader(afab) genre: baseball player au!seungmin, enemies to lovers, slow burn warnings: mean seungmin, reader has ego, underage characters, mention of daddy issues, reader has anxiety, A LOT of baseball terminology word count: 4.9k a/n: yall please appreciate my photoshop skills LMAO. i had to turn “11” into “1”, cause seung is the ace

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april — the second month of spring, the second month of the season of love. you hated april. not only because everyone around you seemed to find a relationship all of a sudden, but also because it meant the start of the new school year.

it was not an average school, but a prestigious seido high school with its own baseball team. located in tokyo, it was almost impossible to receive an acceptance letter. your screams were heard all over the house, when you opened it on your laptop. it took you an eternity to finish all trials, so you had zero hope by the end of them. but you succeeded. maybe it was just dumb luck, or maybe you were actually good at baseball. you kept telling yourself the latter.

the sound of endless chatter filled the courtyard as students were trying to figure out where to go, meeting possible new friends, and as well as old friends. senpais were giving glares to new girls, what made you want to vomit.

you were there too - standing in the courtyard, an email with instructions opened on your phone. new chapter of your life was about to start.

since you were a member of the baseball team, unlike ordinary students, you were given the opportunity to live in a dormitory. fortunately, the dorm has been divided into female and male part, so you didn’t have to live with nasty boys who won’t clean after themselves. but you’d have meet one of those type of guys on the field for sure. after all, baseball is a male dominated game.

“seido spirit dorm”

it looked more like an apartment complex. as you walked past the sign, you already noticed bats, basket with balls and other equipment. it definitely didn’t look like an ordinary dorm. it thrilled you with excitement, you’ve never felt so normal before. baseball was a passion of yours that no one around you understood. you’ve made it all the way on your own, and this simple scene with some equipment laying on the floor next to the room, made your eyes watery. you couldn’t wait to meet your roommates, teammates and the current ace. you were ready to learn a lot.

despite all the panic that was thrilling inside you, it wasn’t hard to find your room. you stared at the names on the sign.

“sanada rin

fujiwara aoi

l/n y/n”

suddenly, the door opened and two girls appeared in the doorway, welcoming you in.

located on the second floor, your room had a view right on the baseball field. your roommates turned out to be quite nice. two senpais - year two aoi and year three rin.

they quickly introduced you to the team, best players and the system that your coach uses.

the school was so popular, that current amount of players, including first-years, exceeded one hundred. obviously, everyone can’t play on the team, because baseball is an nine player game (not including the benched players). that is why seidou has two team lineups. first one consists of best of the best. while second one is for those, who are good, but not enough. and the rest, who did not make it even to the second lineup, need to work twice harder, to get noticed by the coach.

these were not a good news. you caught yourself getting anxious. but what about the acceptance letter and the trials? you thought that meant a guaranteed spot on the team. your roommates just laughed at your words, saying that with the number of overconfident players these restrictions are the only right option.

time flew, as you talked up until the midnight over a bottle of soju. it was not the smartest decision, considering that tomorrow was the first training and a meeting with the team at 8 in the morning.

of course, you felt drenched, squeezed out like a lemon, when you woke up. for a future baseball player, ace of the team, it was a bad habit of hating to wake up early in the morning. but you’ve decided to leave your thoughts about your future for now. it was time to leave the best first impression, so the coach would notice you in the sea of first years.

the cold morning air was refreshing. you shuddered as you tried to cover yourself in clothes more. the grass was still covered with dew drops and the sun has just begun to rise. despite your new friends in the faces of your roommates, you tried to stay apart and not stick to any people on the first day. you weren’t here to make friends, you were here to play baseball. and you wouldn’t let absolutely no one to distract you from the sport that you loved so much or your goals of going to nationals.

everyone was asked to line up, and the newcomers in the front row were told to take turns telling their name and the position they would like to play in.

oh you didn't like that. it felt like the coach hadn't even read the profiles of his students, since he was asking for everyone's names and dream positions.

finally your turn.

“watashiwa l/n y/n des! i want to play as a pitcher and my dream is to become an ace of the team! i have years of experience and a lot of potential. i am ready to show all my skills! thank you!” you finished your speech with a bow.

there were chuckes in the back.

“alright. thank you for your honesty, l/n y/n! let’s hope you will show your passion on the field as well.” coach replied coldly, crossing his arms.

if you had daddy issues, you'd start soaking over him, just like your roommates. he was definitely in his forties, but he was quite thin and tall, with a layer of trimmed beard and dark glasses on his nose.

did you say something wrong? the coach looked like he was unhappy about something. and those chuckles from behind hurt your ego a little.

after the roll call, you were approached by a group of guys who looked at least a year older. at the center of this not-friendly looking gang was a guy, apparently the leader and the ace, judging by the way how confident he looked, and of course the number 1 emblazoned on his chest.

“so you’re the kohai, right? aiming at ace position? how cute.” he grinned cockily, scanning you from top to bottom. “i bet you can only throw a fastball. am i right?”

“i don’t even know you.” you snapped back, turning around and getting ready to leave. you were already irritated because of failed introduction.

“i am your senpai, so i’d like to have your full respect.” he folded his arms across his chest, stretching out to his full height to show his dominance even more.

that made you look at him again. right, senpai. why do boys always keep using this as an excuse for their rudeness?

“i am kim seungmin, by the way. current ace of the team.” he turned around and pointed at his number on the back, as if you haven’t noticed it already on the front of the uniform. “i am just a second year, but I became an ace after two months on the team.” he squared his shoulders, braving himself even more.

you were about to reply with something like “so what? i will beat your so-called record, you won’t even have time to react.”, but you couldn’t. because he was your senpai.

“right. that’s what i was talking about. respect your senpais.” he smirked, patting you on the shoulder. you shrugged off his hand, making him let out a small laugh. “okay, we will see you around, i guess.”

not being able to say anything back you just stared at him, hoping that you would be able to burn a hole inside the number 1 on his back.

ugh.

and you hoped that you would be able to learn something from the current ace and even form some bond. maybe you shouldn’t have brought your goal up. but you wanted to show your coach that you were up to a good fight for a place on the team. you didn’t want to stay on the bench for the next three years, like your roommates. you were passionate and hardworking - that’s what led you in this high school after-all.

the training has started pretty light. after a warm-up and a few laps around the field, you were divided by positions. all fielders went to the field to practice and try assigned positions; first and second lineup players went to the pitching machines; the match of the season was already approaching, meaning that both lineups needed to be ready; and all the pitchers were gathered together with the second-year catchers in the bullpen. coach and his assistant were standing in the distance, planning on watching the new pitchers from afar. the main responsibility in spotting new talent among the newcomers laid on the team captain and current pitchers.

as you have already understood from the conversations, the team was short of pitchers right now. three other pitchers were third-years and will leave the team in half a year due to exams and graduation. of course, there was also kim seungmin who held the ace position, but no matter how talented he was, he physically could not pitch the entire match solo. the team needed a starting pitcher. the one who can open the match, confuse the batters with some unique pitching. this was your chance.

senpais looked scary. four pitchers, including kim seungmin, were giving everyone frightening glares, as if first-years were about to steal their spots right now. catchers on the other hand, did not care much about the upcoming rivalry. but they looked intimidating regardless, because of their layers of protection and masked helmets.

you uncontrollably shanked under the condemning gazes and you haven’t even shown anything yet. the atmosphere was tense and far from team spirit. the amount of rivalry within the team was shocking to you.

around three or four pitchers got assigned to each catcher. and god, you were sure that your catcher was the guy you saw next to that cocky kim. senpai kim.

the first-year pitches have begun. you watched everyone with interest, feeling like you were part of kim seungmin's gang.

first-years were really good. they had good ball control and different pitching types. you managed to notice a couple of cutters, of course a lot of fastballs, some were so fast that you only had time to flinch at the sound of gloves, sliders and even one changeup. and with such monsters you had to compete for the place on the team?

standing in line, you managed to get anxious and started overthinking. so when it was your turn, you could barely move your legs to get closer.

your fingers nervously clutched the ball in your hand. inhale and exhale.

out of the corner of your eye, you noticed kim seungmin grinning, his arms crossed over his chest. his gaze was burning a hole in you.

you decided to start with regular fastball, so as not to screw up completely at the first pitch. the key was throw the ball with speed and accuracy. pretty simple, you have done it plenty of time before.

“throw when you're ready, but don't delay it, there's a whole queue behind you.” catcher said. how thoughtful and generous of him. you shot a wry smile.

to relieve the tension you tossed the ball in your hand a couple of times. the anxiety finally got replaced with excitement. time to play.

you sensed the familiar feeling of the ball rolling off the middle and index fingers, creating a backspin.

it went right into the catchers glove with a loud slap. perfect accuracy. feeling the confidence again, you relaxed a bit, shaking off tension in the muscles.

it sounded quiet, but you still heard the arrogant. "i told you she only throws fastballs."

it took all your force not to look at him. can this kim “i am the ace” seungmin shut the fuck up?

feeling the need to show off and shut him up with your perfect pitching, you decided to throw a slider. you placed your middle finger directly on a seam, while the index finger went on the leather. both fingers were important at release to impart the necessary spin that would lead to a slider’s desired movement.

it’s a quite difficult pitch to learn and you still weren’t confident in it. the problem was that it’s not as straightforward as the fastball, and takes a lot more patience and a good coach to learn it. you probably should have chosen to throw another fastball to show off your accuracy and speed, but the desire to shut kim seungmin up was stronger.

getting into the stance, you lifted your left knee in the air, transferring the weight from the back leg to the front leg, generating force and velocity in the throw. as soon as you felt the ball leaving your hand you felt like it’s gonna turn out bad. you heart sank.

slider should be thrown as hard as possible, because of the speed change in the end. depending on your success, the pitch should move towards cather’s glove and drop during the last few feet. but something went wrong. maybe you didn’t throw it with enough force, maybe you messed up with the grip or maybe you were just nervous? the ball just flew to the right, not even in the strike zone, falling awkwardly next to the catcher. silence.

and then there were few giggles behind you. you felt your ears turning red. how did you fuck this up so badly?

you really couldn’t focus on your pitching. the feeling of his eyes burning holes in you was so distracting. you were holding yourself from turning right at him and yelling what’s been on your mind since morning.

“i am waiting.” catchers voice brought you back to reality. he was still holding a glove open, waiting for the ball, eyes looking at you, scolding through the mask.

you took a deep breath again, trying to collect your thoughts. alright, it’s just a simple pitch. forget about others and focus on your goal. your journey has already started, stop slacking off.

deep breath and you’ve got into position again, bringing your hands together. then, a quick kick of the leg and the ball flew out of your hand.

STRIKE!

with a loud slap the ball finally landed right into the glove, cutting the air.

you were so stressed, you didn’t notice you held your breath this whole time.

it was perfect. the speed, the fall in the end, the accuracy. it was…

“next!” catcher interrupted your thoughts.

he didn’t even leave any comments on your pitching. of course, he was a second or third-year already. probably, he didn’t give two shits about a new girl.

the corner of your eye caught a sight of kim seungmin again. your eyes met. he was still looking at you, even though you had already stopped pitching. did you make him nervous with your secret weapon? well, kim “i am the ace” seungmin, get ready to fight for your place.

you gave him a wink, getting an eye roll in response. it made you laugh a little. the displeased look on his face was a balm to the soul.

the training was over. the coach and his assistant said that in the evening they will announce the first-years who will become a trainee for the first and second lineups. it was time for lunch, and then your first school day was about to properly begin.

the schedule was cruel indeed. trainings were assigned in the morning and evening in combination with regular classes at school. baseball players had a special schedule - you had to attend classes in the afternoon. but even with the special arrangement of classes, you had no idea how you’d be able to survive like that. no wonder every player on the team has been rude as hell so far if they have no time to relax. what sacrifices do people make to become a professional player. and the graduates of seido high school were guaranteed a future career.

the dorm had its own canteen, which the baseball team could use for free. after taking a shower, you headed straight there with your roommates.

“i saw your pitching, it was good.” rin patted you on the shoulder.

the three of you were sitting at a table in the corner of the room. it was actually even better that you sat aside, because there was such a ruckus in the canteen. the guys were discussing something at the top of their voices, not holding back in their expressions. many of them didn't even bother to take a shower before lunch. it made you wonder once again why you didn't choose some kind of girls-only school.

“thank you!” you smiled. “actually, i panicked a bit because of the taunts and messed up. i wonder if it will affect coach’s decision.”

“taunts?” aoi asked curiously. “who’s bothering you already?”

“kim seungmin.” you sighed.

aoi and rin couldn’t hold their laughs. “okay. you don’t need to explain any further.”

you smiled as well. “has he always been… like this?”

“hmm…” rin thought for a second. “i was a second-year when he joined. at first i thought he was a nice guy. in fact, he was very shy, and then something changed in his attitude. but he managed to improve his pitching in a short period of time, which, frankly, is impressive. and then he became an ace, which was not surprising, because none of the pitchers we had could beat him.”

a shy guy who turned into an asshole. what happened to you one year ago, kim seungmin?

lunch was over. you said goodbye to rin and aoi and went to classes. to be honest, you could not care less about paying attention, especially when the biggest announcement of your life was about to happen in a few hours. whole time during classes you spent thinking about it. was your pitching good enough to impress the coach? will he count your failed attempt? will kim seungmin somehow sabotage your candidacy? you were fidgeting in the chair like crazy.

it probably looked funny how quickly you stormed out of the classroom. five minutes before the start, you were already standing on the field dressed in a uniform again. you were exhausted, almost falling asleep, but excited to hear the announcement.

as soon as the whole team was gathered and the coach arrived with his assistant, the speech began.

“good evening, everyone. i hope you worked your hardest in classes today, because as i remind you, your academic performance will affect your ability to attend trainings. anyway, with the help of my assistant, our team captain and our pitchers, we have complied a list of five player who will be accepted as trainees in the first and second lineups.” the coach’s voice echoed loudly across the field. “so. the first player who showed themselves at today’s training was-“

your breath hitched. honestly, you’ve never stressed so much in one day. this school will be the death of you.

loud clapping brought you back to reality. you looked around, hoping that your name got called. but no. some random guy walked out of the crowd, bowed and stood next to the coach. of course. and your naive ass thought you had a chance, especially after that failed slider.

everything repeated until only one place was left vacant. you’ve lost all hope, because every player that got chosen made an impression even on you. and you rarely acknowledged other pitchers.

“and the last candidate,” coach frowned. “had a really controversial reputation after just one day. but after some passionate discussion with my colleagues,” coach gave someone the look in the crowd. “i decided to change my mind and gave this person a chance.”

your heart skipped a beat.

“please welcome our last trainee, who has shown great potential and a good slider-“

no way.

“l/n y/n!”

you eyes widened. despite the fact that you hoped to get accepted, you were still surprised to hear your name.

still feeling like you were in a dream, you walked out of the crowd and headed forward under dozens of stares from your teammates. you bet that kim seungmin was the first one to burn a hole in you.

the coach gave you a slight nod and gestured to get in line. you saw two warm smiles in the crowd. aoi and rin. for a second, you felt bad. they had both been on the team for so long, but the chances of them being on one of the lineups were so little. and you doubled their chances in one day.

the coach said a few more encouraging words and let his assistant to step in. batteries were about to be announced. each pitcher was going to be judged not only based on individual skills, but also on the ability to work in a battery.

and here you were - anxious again. you didn’t disagree with coach on this, but still. your chances of getting an actual spot depended on your catcher. what if he is an asshole? what if he-

“takigawa aki and l/n y/n!”

you looked around, searching for someone to approach you.

oh, hell no.

it could have been anyone. anyone on the team, there were plenty of good catchers. but no. it was him, the guy who catched your piches in the morning. the friend of “i am the ace”. without protection, he looked much thinner, but still tall and intimidating. you saw dark brown hair and glasses, that you hadn’t noticed before. to be honest, you recognized him by his scolding eyes. he would actually be quite cute if he wasn’t kim seungmin’s friend.

“just call me aki. i don’t wanna see your grimace every time you’ll address me as senpai.” was the first thing he said when he approached you.

you chuckled. aki was straightforward indeed.

it was honestly impressive how you managed to create such a reputation on the first day.

“i have a question.”

“what is it?”

“are you friends with kim senpai?” you highlighted the last word, making aki chuckle. “cause i think i saw you next to him in the morning.”

“yes, you are right.” he admitted. “he is a good friend of mine, but i don’t really agree with how he treated you on your first day. gladly, you managed to get a spot as a trainee.”

aki seemed to be better than you predicted. maybe you really should stop overthinking.

“listen…” he cleared his throat. “wanna go practice a bit after we’re done? i know it’s your first day, but it’s better to start soon, so you’ll have an advantage. your slider was good, i think you just need more practice and a good coaching.”

“you think so?” you repeated shockingly.

aki nodded. “you are being too harsh on yourself. you are just a first-year, you aren’t supposed to know every pitch and be good at it. so… are you down or no?”

“count me in.” you smiled.

evening training was light. the coach was not so harsh on you on the first day. instead of pitching, you worked on your batting. it was the first time you used a pitching machine and you were terrified the whole time.

after the end of the training session, you waited for aki, and the two of you headed to the gym inside, because it was already getting dark and cold. your muscles felt so stiff. why did you agree to this again?

aki turned out to be a great coach. he explained you the basic of pitching in a way you’ve never heard anyone explain before. then he pointed out the mistake you made in the morning and why your slider failed. it was exhausting to throw over a hundred more pitches, but aki said it was a good start for your stamina training. as a pitcher, you had to be ready to throw that ball at least a hundred times per match, while standing under the burning sun.

even if you were dying when you finished, you still felt motivated. after all, it was your first day and you’ve already made so much progress.

on dying legs you made it to your room. the clock showed 11 in the evening. only having enough energy to walk to your bed, you laid on it and immediately fell asleep without even changing your clothes.

you overslept. fuck. you overslept on your second day and the first day as a trainee. yesterday’s workout really took its toll on you. the evidence of this were your sore muscles. and you still had to take a shower… gosh! you were a mess.

that’s how you ended up hiding behind a wall, thinking about the ways out of this situation. the coach was giving an introduction speech to the trainees and checking on older players in his usual strict manner. you couldn’t just walk out in this atmosphere. what could you even do?

“shit! they’ve already started.” sudden voice came behind you, making you squeal.

you turned around and faced the man himself. kim “i am the ace” seungmin was standing face to face next to you, as frightened as you were. what a surprise. never though you’d see the golden boy like this.

his voice was low, face swollen and eyes half-sleepy. he was still yawning, as if he just rolled out of bed and came here first thing.

“what are you doing here?” you raised an eyebrow. “aren’t you the ace? the best on the team?”

“shut up.” he leaned against the wall, still hiding from the sight of others. “it’s none of your business. i just fell asleep really late.”

“ah, right.” you rolled your eyes.

so now you were stuck in this position with him out of all people. great.

“anyway, why are you here?”

“what do you mean why? i am a new trainee, weren’t you at the training yesterday?” you gave him an evil look. this guy.

“ah yes, i already forgot.” a cocky smile slowly morphed onto his features. “wow. so you are late on your first day as a trainee? you have a big attitude wherever you go, huh?”

“you fu-“

“shh!” he put his hand on your mouth to muffle your approaching yell. “be quiet! they will catch us!”

you slapped his hand, making him to take it away from your mouth.

“i don’t wanna hear your notations, especially, when you are in the same position as me right now.” you clicked your tongue, turning away from him.

“well, our head coach is extremely strict about being punctual, and you’ve just got selected as a trainee. i don’t think we are in the same position, darling. you’d better listen to the discussion of your candidacy that happened in the office yesterday. and now you are about to show up late. worst case scenario, he will find a replacement for you and forget your name forever.” kim seungmin gave you the cockiest smike.

that’s bad. very bad. the wave of anxiety hit you again.

“should i just go there and beg for forgiveness on my knees? i think he will understand.”

“no, just calm down. a tardy is a tardy, even if you apologize. it won’t make your sentence lighter.” he shook his head. “however… what if you sneak into the line without anyone noticing?”

you looked at him suspiciously. what is this guy on?

“look here.” he gestured you to sit down next to him and you both cautiously peeked out from behind the wall. “take a good look at how they’re lined up. coach is talking to every player directly from far end to the close end. once the first row is done, it goes back to the far end of the second row. while the farthest guy is answering coach’s questions, everyone will be looking at him.”

“i still can’t believe i’ll be able to sneak in like that.” you whispered.

“take that chance and run quickly. you’ve got it.” he assured, looking right at you.

“what about you though?”

“i will be right behind you.” he patted you on the shoulder.

“are you sure? wouldn’t we be in bigger trouble if we fail?” you still weren’t convinced enough by his plan.

“don’t worry.” he grinned. “i did the same last year.”

“you’ve done it before?!” you almost yelled in surprise, but quickly lowered your tone.

“just trust me.” he said.

with that he talked you into it. you scooted a bit to the left, getting ready to run as soon as the attention would be on the guy in the second row.

“watch closely. we have one chance.” the ace gave you a thumbs up.

“alright, next is…”

you saw the coach turn his head in the opposite direction.

“c’mon!” kim seungmin almost shouted, signalizing you to go.

holding your breath, you crouched down and started running. the plan was working perfectly, you thought. the coach did not even pay attention to what was happening behind his back. a few more steps and…

“AAAAA! she came late and is trying to sneak into the line!”

you froze in disbelief. kim fucking seungmin was screaming behind you like some kind of alarm system. everyone, including the coach, turned around and looked right at you.

if you don’t get kicked off the team right now, you definitely going to beat his ass.

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i wanted to leave this chapter as an introduction to the school, side characters and “y/n”, because i don’t wanna leave that unexplained. i promise that next chapter will have more interactions with seungmin!!

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rosewould · 2 years

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take care; bc

pairing; dom!bang chan x sub, afab!reader

words; 3.5k

genre; idol!au, smut, fluff, sprinkle of angst

warnings; mc is slightly a tsundere (hopefully not too annoying), references to mc and Chan's casual sexcapades, sappy, just regular missionary but I promise it's fun, unprotected sex

preface; what happens when you take two people with differing love languages and throw 'em together??? Read to find out. This was supposed to be a qau, but I decided to make it a thing because I liked it.

Bang Chan is a dependable man. He has to be with so many people counting on him. First, he had his members to look after. Though it can be stressful, it’s rewarding. He wouldn’t mind doing this for a long time. Then came his juniors. They always come ‘round, equipped with questions and requests for advice. Especially the leaders. He views them as his family as well, so it doesn’t bother him one bit. Guess you could say he’s grown accustomed to this role of his.

So when you came around, he had his mentor cap ready. You weren��t under the same company, but he became aware of your existence from the comparisons. Of course the public would compare. You’re both leaders. You both crafted your lineups yourselves. You both are producers. And lastly, most importantly, you guys are strict on how you and your members uphold morals. If you do something wrong, you should apologize for it and promise to do better.

If anyone knows how much is on your plate, it’s Chan. So of course he reached out, just to let you know to call him if you needed anything.

“That’s very kind. I’m doing pretty good, though.” You reply, kind but still forthright.

“Wait, huh?”

You chuckle and it makes Bang Chan want to groan. People just couldn’t be this productive, this perfect, and be doing “pretty good”. That’s simply not how humans work. Look at your goddamn smile accompanying your perfect laugh.

“I kinda think balancing everything is… enjoyable? I don’t know, that sounds crazy.” You look to be processing your thought since you don’t even believe it yourself. Your eyes wander before you nod. “Yeah, it is enjoyable. I guess I like being busy.”

Bang Chan is still short-circuiting, his head still cocked to the side, brows furrowed with his mouth hung open. After trying and failing to understand, he falls back on “Huh?”

“I know, I think it’s weird too.” You shrug before the corner of your lips quirk up. You look content with the bomb you just dropped on Chan. He doesn’t like to talk about it, but the stress seems neverending. It’s unhealthy at this point. The fact that you could balance all that, with more members as well, and still look and claim to be so calm is beyond him. “Sometimes I feel like I was just built for this lifestyle, you know?” You say, gesturing vaguely before looking at him for confirmation.

Built for being pushed to and beyond your limits with minimal rest, food, and mental health care? Who possibly could be made for that? Subconsciously, Chan came to two different potential conclusions. The first didn’t feel great when it materialized in his brain.

Maybe you weren’t working as efficiently.

He immediately felt like an asshole for even thinking it, but after days of thinking after he bumped into you, he knew in his heart there was a hidden explanation. So he sat down to talk to you, leader to leader. He told you how he chose his members and asked you how you chose yours. You hum as you think, looking down at the dining room table in your dorm. You splay your hands out on the table.

“Twelve is a lot, and it’s hard to pull off a lineup with that many members and it not feel bloated.” You start, narrowing your eyes as you wrangle your thoughts. “For so long I kept comparing each girl to the concept I was briefed on and being completely lost. I only had five girls. Then I realized I had to stop worrying if they fit the concept perfectly. What matters is if the members complement each other.” You slide your hands together as a visual aid for your explanation.

“I spent hours watching and rewatching the videos of the girls displaying their talents. I got a good feel of what each of my five brought to the group and what was missing. I picked the rest based on what I thought our lineup lacked and from there, I focused on making sure no one stuck out like a sore thumb. Sometimes I even considered removing myself.” You look up from the table as you snort. He meets your eyes with utter captivation written on his face.

“Please continue.” He urges excitedly.

“Okay, well I realized it was okay for two members to stay in the lineup together even if they were really different. As long as there were enough girls there to complement each of them, therefore balancing everything out. Does this make sense? I feel like I’m all over the place.” Your shoulders slump as doubt tugs at your features.

“Oh, definitely. This is actually pretty impressive,” Because he expected you to half-ass it. Of course you weren’t. He could tell from each video he watched of you. The way you carried yourself. How you spoke. The way you keep your members in line while not seeming the least bit cold. Someone doing a piss poor job would’ve displayed signs of inadequacy, at least a small one. No, you were spotless.

He could tell through the screen from your confident, captivating smile. It was even more apparent when he saw you in person for the first time. You were a star. You shined brighter than most other idols. You stood taller. You were the definition of promising. When Chan looks at you, he can’t help but want you to stay that way. He’s seen what this industry could do to people, and the thought of it one day taking your smile away… he just didn’t want to witness that.

His eyes followed you as you wandered into the kitchen. You were always up and running around, barely taking a moment to rest. You had frequented his dorm enough to traverse his kitchen no problem.

“Ooh, do you want some dakgalbi? Maybe I can make some kimbap on the side, too.” You look back at him excitedly as you pull out a package of chicken from the fridge. No way you’re a good cook as well. Do you cook for your members?

“Here, let me help.” Chan says, feeling restless watching you.

“Half of the things you’ve said to me involved the word “help”.” You laugh. He ignores you, already standing next to you in the kitchen. As he chops vegetables, he can't help watching you gather everything you need. So busy.

“At the end of the day do you just collapse into your bed? Not even taking off your clothes or anything-”

“No,” You shout over him, “I take a shower and do my nightly skincare routine. Then I read a book and go to sleep.” You give him a self-satisfied look on your way to set seasonings on the counter. He hadn’t even factored in your flawless skin. That’s a good way to describe you. Lacking flaws.

It reminded him of his second explanation he had yet to explore.

You were lying.

Once the food was finished, you dust your hands off before letting out a deep exhale. “Okay. Time to clean!”

“Absolutely not.” Chan says pushing you out of the kitchen. You protest and fight against him, but there’s no use with those muscles. You huff and cross your arms, watching as he starts putting the ingredients away.

“What, you think I can’t handle a couple of dishes?”

“Yeah.” He says simply, not sparing you a glance as he shelves the spices. You scoff and waltz back into the kitchen.

“I’m not a child, you know.”

“I never said that, it’s just,” Chan sighs, dropping his hands by his sides. “Do you do all the cooking and cleaning at your dorm as well?” He turns toward you as he inquires.

“Yes. It’s a part of my schedule, I try to do it every day.”

“Oh my god!”

“It’s not that big of a deal, I’ve told you so many times I like being busy!”

“So, what, you’re gonna add cooking and cleaning for Stray Kids onto your schedule?” He suggests as a joke but when you shrug, he rolls his eyes.

“I’m joking. I wanted to cook, so I cooked. It would be rude to leave a mess behind.” You approach him and swipe the pan from his hands. “Now let me clean up after myse-”

“Ah~” Chan lifts a slice of kimbap to your mouth and pops it in. You close your mouth around it awkwardly and gawk at him in disbelief. He swipes the pan back with a smirk. The words you’re saying are a garbled mess so Chan just pushes you away again. “Go sit down and eat. I’ll make you a plate and deal with the mess.”

You clumsily swallow the half-chewed food as you twist yourself around, this time able to successfully resist.

“Hey- You!” You point your finger in his face as you plant yourself directly in front of him. “Stop it!”

“Oh calm down. I promise a little rest won’t hurt you.” He pats your head. What, just because he’s been a leader for longer than you he thinks he can boss you around and tell you how to live?

“You wanna know what I think?” You step forward, not anticipating how close his face would be.

“What’s that, baby girl.”

The name nearly knocks the wind out of you. You falter for a moment, but remain steadfast. “I think you just can’t handle that I function differently. Everyone doesn’t go about their life the same way you do.”

Chan hisses derisively, leaning his head slightly to look down at you. “Is that so?”

“Yes! I don’t need to be coddled, Chan!” Your confidence is back at full volume as you stare back at him. Chan raises his eyebrows before setting the pan on the counter.

“I don’t look to coddle you,” Chan says as he repositions himself at his previous proximity. “I just wanna lighten some of your load.” His voice gets softer as he brings his hand up to brush a piece of hair out of your face. He tucks it behind your ear and his hand lingers longer than you expect. His hands are warm and despite their callouses, inviting. All of a sudden the fire fueling you to glare back at him was weaning, and looking into his eyes didn’t feel as uncomplicated. You blink, mouth fumbling over a rebuttal. What was it you were going to say again?

“Just tell me how I can make things easier for you.” He lowers his voice even further, bringing his face closer to yours. Your noses almost touching.

“I-I don’t need things to be easier. I’m doing just fine, why can’t you accept that?” You ask, genuinely stumped. Chan seems to finally understand why you were so adamant. He shuts his eyes with a sigh.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I’ve been undermining what you’re capable of, haven’t I?” His thumb strokes your cheek and you can’t help but flutter your eyes shut. Your heart is beating so intensely against your chest you fear something may be wrong. “I should’ve been more mindful of how I was making you feel.”

“Yeah, you should’ve.” You say unconvincingly. To your dismay, his warmth is suddenly gone. You open your eyes to see him staring to turn away.

“Since I helped make the mess, I’ll help clean. You can kick me out-”

You grab his arm, pulling him back toward you. He looks at you in confusion.

“I didn’t say to stop touching me.” It was a sad final attempt at trying to keep your walls raised. When Chan laughs at you, you can’t help but feel piteous. He notices the look on his face and sighs, raising his hands back to your cheeks.

“Was that your sad attempt at asking for attention, baby?” He raises his eyebrows, dark eyes questioning you. You panic, looking away as your cheeks start to feel warm. God– wait, your cheeks. Can he feel how hot they’re getting? You groan, clenching your eyes shut.

“You’re always so confident no matter what, and now you can’t even look at me.” He sounds surprised. He raises your head and you hesitantly open your eyes. You’re greeted with his dimpled smile crinkling his eyes and your overactive heart seemingly freezes at the sight. “I have no problem doing this for you.” He rests his forehead against yours. You can’t deny it anymore. It feels so right. But it wasn’t enough.

“Just this…” You say, voice barely above a whisper. You clear your throat. “And more of it.”

A smile tugs at Chan’s lips. “I think I can manage that.” The next thing you register is his lips on yours. You soften into him, feeling weightless.

You still never admit when you were struggling, but Chan can feel it. You’re a completely different person when he’s inside you. Hell, the moment his skin touches yours you become completely pliant. You make no effort to be in control, instead yielding it all to him. And Chan happily accepts it.

All of your noises are high-pitched, breathy, and soft. You shut your eyes tight while he fucks you. God forbid you open them, it takes a lot of convincing to get you to look at him. It’s a side of you he’s never seen before. One that disappears as quickly as it appears.

Outside of his bedroom you’re still that flawless go-getter with her head held high. The two of you barely talk about your escapades until you ask for it.

“Touch me please,” or something along those lines is all you say, maybe with a grab of Chan’s hand to boot. It doesn’t matter how many times you say it, it makes his day every single time. He knows better than to laugh now. You’re already so self-conscious about asking. If your voice were any quieter when you did, he fears he wouldn’t hear you at all.

The more time he spends with you, the more he understands why. The reason is still unknown to him but he came to realize you have a hard time opening up. It may be because you don’t like burdening people, it could be something deeper. He didn’t feel the need to pry. It was more than enough to watch you unravel underneath him.

You were waiting politely on the bed behind him. He smiles softly, resuming his work so he can finish and start your usual routine. With one last click of his mouth he exhales loudly and spins around to face you. He stretches his hands high, loosening up after being in the same position for hours. He sits and waits, knowing you prefer to come to him on your own. So he just rests his hands behind his head with a stupid grin. You take a deep breath before speaking.

“Can you come here?” You murmur, so utterly unaware of the puppy dog eyes you sport each time you ask him for something. You were so fucking cute.

“Of course baby.” When Chan approaches you it’s like you start to magnetize. His proximity draws you closer to him. It’s impossible not to have your hands on him all the time. The moment he grabs you and swings you over his lap, the air changes. He engulfs you in a big, tight hug and you instantly melt. The air you inhale feels fresher. You hug him back and curl your fingers into his shirt. As you nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck you feel completely engrossed. When you closed your eyes, it was like you were floating.

“I need to be taken care of today.” You gasp against his skin as you circle your arms around him tighter. So tight that Chan can’t pull back to check if he was hearing things. “You what?”

You still don’t pull back, but you wait a beat before repeating yourself. “Please take care of me. I really need it.”

Chan feels like someone was squeezing his heart. He was having trouble breathing correctly. This was an advancement he couldn’t ruin, so he wordlessly flipped you onto your back. He positions himself in between your legs and captures your lips. You kiss him back with so much passion, more than he’d ever received from you. It was becoming harder to not let on how much your words moved him.

“I’ll take care of you baby, just relax.” Breathes against your lips before slotting his in between them again. You’re already making small noises, sweet gasps and sighs after each kiss. He was scared to say so, but there was no denying how needy you were. It was rubbing off on him.

He reaches down in an attempt to rid you of your sweatpants without disconnecting. He sighs frustratedly when it doesn’t work and pulls away. You whimper at the loss of warmth and he stops to look at you. Your eyes were glassy, lips swollen, brows slanted. It takes you lifting your legs for him to remember what he was doing. Chan doesn’t take his eyes off you when he slides them off, so he almost misses that you have no underwear on. “Fuck,” He swears sharply as his cock throbs. Arousal throngs through him so intensely he thinks he’ll pass out. Then he looks up at your pitiful expression.

“Please.” You ask weakly.

He can’t stop himself anymore. His lips are on you after mere seconds, drinking in all your noises. “I’ll do anything for you.” He manages in the small window of time you’re not completely devouring each other.

He shoves his own sweats as far down as he can without pulling away. Feeling his hot tip brushing against your mound drives you even more mad. You’re buzzing from how much you need to feel him. To feel full and embraced.

Chan swipes his cock through your folds and lets out a shuttered breath. You’re dripping. He slides in so easily that he’s already fully sheathed inside you the moment he pushes in. “Holy shit…”

You throw your head back and let your mouth drop open. You finally manage to push out a wanton moan after a few seconds of still silence, the two of you letting the pleasure sink in. Chan sounds desperate and filthy when he groans. He’s impossibly hard and stiff inside you. Everything just feels so right it leaves you both wondering why it feels so good this time around.

You’re so wet and tight around him he can’t help but hiss as he rocks his hips back. By the time he pushes in again both of you are moaning messes. “Fuck, fuck, fuck-” Chan squeezes, finally picking up a steady rhythm. Each time he thrusts into you it’s heavy with an obscene slap and squelch filling both your ears. It’s the perfect amount of pressure to send you reeling, make you curl your toes and buck your hips. You weren’t quiet and breathy anymore. Your moans were loud and full, resonating in your chest and filling the quiet room.

It fuels every languid roll of Chan’s hips. Every time he pulls back, he feels how much you’ve coated his shaft. The cool air hits it and makes him want to stay balls deep inside you forever, surrounded by your warm wetness.

He slides his knees forward, pushing himself further inside you. He pulls back less, instead grinding against you. It was like he read your mind. He was closer now, chest pressed against yours with one of his hand caressing your face. You look up at him. No hesitation or shying away from his gaze. He’s able to look into your eyes as he makes love to you.

Tears were streaming down your face and he kisses every streak they left behind. Your heart feels like it’s expanding from all the affection. Your moans are becoming more frantic and desperate as you hug him closer to your body. You chant his name between trembling breaths. He shushes you, planting soft kisses on your lips.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you.” He’s putting up a front as if he’s not about to fall apart as well. “Just let go for me.”

You push your tongue inside his mouth, eager to taste him. His tongue massaging yours was exactly what you needed. You whine as your hips jerk against him, dissolving into pure pleasure. You feel dizzy, crying out as you cum around his cock. You tug him by his shirt and he gets the message. He wraps his arms firmly around you, his strong biceps making you feel secure. With a few more lewd moans, Chan is spurting hot bursts of cum into your swollen hole. You shudder against him, thin whines floating from your lips.

Chan continues to kiss you as you come down, whispering soothing words until your eyes flutter shut. He stops to lean back and look at you. You look so blissful. He always thought you looked calm, but perhaps he didn’t quite know what a calm expression truly looked like on you. He could tell you were about to drift off to sleep.

“Thank you.” You breathe. He smiles before kissing the tip of your nose. “You don’t need to thank me.” He brushes his thumb over your cheek bone, looking down at you fondly.

“I’ll always be here to take care of you.”

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anmiruzu · 5 months

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may i request ace with prompt 22: "They say 3am is the witching hour, wanna test that out?"

too early for this shit

a/n of course! :3 …i’m finally doneee dhsbsbzb honestly, this (the drabble) sorta be describing how i feel right now… srry for responding late and hope you enjoy. goodnight!

cw: profanity

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October nineteenth,

ace trappola; prompt 22: “They say 3am is the witching hour, wanna test that out?"

you were peacefully sleeping for once. it was a little hard for you to get used to ramshackle dorm as it was practically a haunted house with it being so old, run down, and having ghosts, especially the ghosts.

your sleep was undisturbed for most of the night until 3am struck.

the moment it became 3am, ace who was watching some 3am videos went over to your dorm to bother you by throwing rocks at your window until you woke up.

by the twelfth time you heard a pebble hit your window, you opened it annoyed at the first year who bothered your sleep.

“ace! it’s 3 in the fucking morning!” you projected.

“i know!”

“then why are you bothering my beauty sleep?”

“well, y’know, they say 3am is the witching hour. wanna test that out?”

you pause for a moment, thinking about what you should say. eventually, you chose sleep.

“no.”

and with that you closed your window on him leaving him outside in the cold as you went back to sleep.

only for ace to somehow break in.

“ace!? no!”

“awww come on, i’ve come all this way so why not let me sleep over.”

“fine.. then you can go sleep on the couch or something.”

you sleepily say too tired to care anymore.

“thanks!”

{31 daydreams of halloween event lineup}

{twisted wonderland masterlist}

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 year

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MANIFESTED IT

The Feburary lineup of events has been released for JP 👀

The noodle-themed Masterchef (with 👨‍🍳⚡️ SR Sebek and 👨‍🍳 🦈 SR Floyd) and the limited 🏀 🐍 SSR Jamil Clubwear banner will continue into the early part of the new month.

�� 💐 We’ll also have the expected SSR Broomquet cards for ♦️ Cater and 🐙 Azul!

Part 2 of episode 7 will be dropping in late February, along with 🦇 Dorm Uniform Lilia!

BUT MOST EXCITING OF ALL at least it is to me, we’ve got a Sunset Savanna hometown visit even (early/mid-month)!!! It will feature a 🦁 SSR Leona and SR gacha ☀️ Kalim, as well as a free 🦇 SR Lilia and 👑 R Vil. dhdvwjdnkse I was literally just talking with some friends about how Kalim should visit the Sunset Savanna yesterday 🤡 Somehow it became a reality…

I’d imagine Leona’s probably heading home for diplomatic or family-related issue?? And Kalim, being from an important merchant family, has gone to forge some kind of business relationship within the country. My best guess for why Lilia’s going is just because he wants to travel and see how the Sunset Savanna has changed since the last time he has visited, or maybe as a diplomat for the Briar Valley?? 😂 As for Vil, I have no idea why he’s going but I’m sure it’ll be fun observing him be catty maintain decorum with Leona

… You know what else a Sunset Savanna event means? 👁️ Mayhaps the return of Cheka… AND MAYHAPS MEETING FARENA???????????? Or his wife?? Manifesting twisted Zazu/Nala/Rafiki/Timon/Pumba *vibrates excitedly*

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girlygguk · 1 year

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fame - jjk (prologue)

pairing ; idol!jk x idol!oc.

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

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

chapter warnings ; none, just an overview of the girlies

a/n: i do not know how to use tumblr i'm a wattp girly born & raised.. pls bear with me. also oc is korean to help with a more realistic (in the most unrealistic fic ever) storyline, excuse the horrible google translated korean words.

another annoying a/n: siren have idol faceclaims (besides Aera) to help bring more visuality & description to their characters. love every single girly in this story & this is not a depiction of their real life personas whatsoever

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

KPROFILE.com — circa. 2019

Siren (사이렌) is a 5 member South Korean girl group under PARK Entertainment. This group consists of Hanna, Grace, Nali, Aera and Ha-Joon. They debuted on July 17, 2014, with the lead single "Never Enough" on their self-titled mini-album.

Siren Fandom Name: Allure

Siren Fandom Colour: Silver

Siren Dorm Arrangement:

[2015-2019]: Hanna & Nali, Grace (single room), Aera & Ha-Joon.

[2019—] They own a house together, which they have stated in interviews that they spend a lot of time together in, but live in their respective homes during promotional breaks.

Siren Member Profiles:

Hanna

Stage Name: Hanna(한나)

Birth Name: Jang Han-na (장 한나)

Nicknames: Hanunnie, NaNa, Eomma, Mother Leader

Position: Leader, Main Rapper, Sub Vocalist

Birthday: May 12, 1994 [26]

Debut Age: 21

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Nationality: Korean

Height: 173 cm (5'8″)

MBTI Type: ENTP

Representative Emoji: 🦒

» Hanna Facts

• Hanna was the second member to be revealed for the Siren lineup.

• She trained for 4 years and 2 months, the second longest of all the girls.

• Hanna's representative emoji, the Giraffe, was given to her by their fans as she's significantly taller than the rest of Siren.

• Hanna can speak Korean, English and basic Japanese.

• She is an only child, stating once in an interview that suddenly having four siblings was a system shock when first joining Siren, but now she wouldn't give it up for the world.

• In 2008, Hanna transferred to an international school based in Daejeon, where she learned and studied English. She is fluent and is, more often than not, the spokesperson for their group during international and regular interviews.

• Hanna's ideal type is someone that treats the women in their life with respect and is independent (via Siren's Buzzfeed interview 2018).

Grace

Stage Name: Grace(우아함)

Birth Name: Itō Asami (糸あさみ)

Nicknames: Sami, Gracie, Asa, Japan's It Girl

Position: Lead Dancer, Lead Rapper

Birthday: December 9, 1995 [25]

Debut Age: 20

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius

Nationality: Japanese

Height: 166 cm (5'5″)

MBTI Type: ESTP

Representative Emoji: 🦢

» Grace Facts

• Grace was the third member to be revealed for the Siren lineup.

• She trained for 3 years and 10 months, the girls' third longest training period.

• Grace's representative emoji, the Swan, was given to her by their fans for her dance moves are often described as elegant and swan-like.

• Grace can speak Japanese and Korean. Her members are helping her with English, and she's also studying the language.

• She has 2 siblings, an older brother Riku and a younger sister Yua.

• In 2010, Grace migrated to Korea alone after passing multiple rounds of an online audition for PARK Entertainment. When moving to the country, Grace knew very little Korean, but spending much time with her bandmates and strenuous study allowed her to pick up the language quite quickly.

• Grace's ideal type is someone that likes to eat and isn't afraid to show her off. (via Siren's Buzzfeed interview 2018).

Nali

Stage Name: Nali (나리)

Birth Name: Cho Nali (조 나리)

Nicknames: Lily, Li, Na, PARK Princess

Position: Main Vocalist, Visual, FOTG

Birthday: February 14, 1996 [24]

Debut Age: 19

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

Nationality: Korean

Height: 167.8 cm (5'6″)

MBTI Type: ISTP

Representative Emoji: 🐧

» Nali Facts

• Nali was the first member to be revealed for the Siren lineup.

• She trained for 3 years and 6 months, the fourth longest training period of the girls.

• Nali's representative emoji, the Penguin, was given to her by their fans as she's seen in multiple clips of Siren on various variety shows, running like a Penguin.

• Nali can speak Korean and basic English, having picked up simple terms over the years of housing with her English-speaking members.

• She has one sibling, a younger sister named Ha-Eun.

• Nali joined PARK Entertainment in early 2011 after being scouted at a Girls' Generation meet-and-greet.

• Other trainees quickly envied Nali for her breathtaking visual.

• Nali's ideal type is someone that is confident and can make her feel special. (via Siren's Buzzfeed interview 2018).

Aera

Stage Name: Aera (애라)

Birth Name: Hwang Aera (황 애라)

Nicknames: Ra, Era, Black Cat, PARK's Secret Weapon

Position: Main Dancer, Vocalist, Visual, Center

Birthday: July 22, 1997 [23]

Debut Age: 17

Zodiac Sign: Cancer

Nationality: Korean

Height: 165 cm (5'5″)

MBTI Type: INFP

Representative Emoji: 🐱

» Aera Facts

• Aera was the last member to be revealed for the Siren lineup.

• She trained for 4 years and 3 months, the longest training period of the girls.

• Aera's representative emoji, the Cat, was given to her by their fans as her movements are strong and flexible. Her quick reflexes have been seen and loved on the variety shows that Siren have featured in.

• Aera can speak Korean and English and is learning Japanese from her bandmate, Grace.

• She has one sibling, a younger brother named Hyunjin.

• Aera attended a Language Institute for her schooling based in Seoul. There she learnt English as her second language and is fluent. She will help Han-na in international interviews when speaking English on behalf of the group if needed.

• Aera was one of the first trainees in PARK Entertainment to make the possible lineup for Siren. In interviews, it has been stated that only she and Han-na remain from the original lineup.

• On a live broadcast with one of her members, Aera stated that she chose to audition for PARK Entertainment after watching a dance performance of P.E. ex-trainee, Seulgyeon, who later debuted in another K-pop group, CLC. (via Ha-Joon & Aera V-Live).

• She often choreographed the routines they would perform in their monthly evaluations. She is rumoured to have been disliked by multiple trainees at P.E. that were trying to excel in dance.

• Aera has said she almost pursued the Vocal path instead of dance as there was double the amount of competition in the dance category (—via Siren's Elle interview 2018). Still, mentors refused to let her and told her that her skill was incredibly unique and untouchable by other candidates. (—Hanna via Siren's Elle interview 2018)

• Aera was nicknamed PARK's Secret Weapon upon debut as she was known to have mastered all areas of being an idol.

• Aera's ideal type is someone with a good sense of humour who likes to cook and has a nice smile. (via Siren's Buzzfeed interview 2018).

Joon

Stage Name: Joon (준)

Birth Name: Kim Ha-Joon (김 하준)

Nicknames: Joonie, JJ, Bubba, Baby PARK

Position: Vocalist, Dancer, Sub-Rapper, Maknae

Birthday: December 12, 1998 [21]

Debut Age: 16

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius

Nationality: Korean-Australian

Height: 167 cm (5'6″)

MBTI Type: ENFP

Representative Emoji: 🐨

» Joon Facts

• Joon was the fourth member to be revealed for the Siren lineup. She trained for 2 years and 9 months, the shortest training period of the girls.

• Joon's representative emoji, the Koala, was given to her by their fans as she's known for her thick Australian accent when speaking English.

• Joon can speak Korean and English, her accent developing during her time spent overseas in Australia with her father's side of the family.

• She has a younger brother named Ji-Yeong, who resides in Australia with her Dad.

• Joon was one of the last trainees to join PARK Entertainment. She was praised for her quick learning and development from the moment she joined the company.

• Joon was known as the quirky, loud girl in P.E. Other members of Siren have said that you always knew she was in the room by her laugh.

• It was rumoured that Ha-Joon was very close to withdrawing from being a trainee due to not being able to handle the bullying and toxicity of other trainees. Former PARK Entertainment trainees stated that Aera, fellow Siren member, sat with Joon on her bed for three hours and let her cry it all out.

• Joon's ideal type is someone that knows lots of jokes and can take care of her. (via Siren Buzzfeed interview 2018).

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