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tzuyubb · 3 months

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Hot Spring Group Pleasure

Pairing: TWICE Tzuyu x CLC Elkie x Male reader

Word Count: 1877 words

Tags: Gangbang, interracial, handjob, blowjob, deep penetration, rough sex, all holes filled, creampie, ahegao, mind break

A/N: Now I understand why writers don’t like to write gangbang smuts 😂 This was pretty difficult to write but hopefully it came out alright.

Tzuyu and Elkie had always been an interesting duo. Elkie loved to push the innocent and reserved Tzuyu’s boundaries, urging her to try new things, especially when it came to her sexuality. So when she heard about this special secluded hot spring in Japan, she knew she had to bring Tzuyu to check it out.

The hot spring was deep in the mountains, with the hike to it being long and arduous. Tzuyu complained ‘Elkie, how much further do we have to go?’. ‘We are almost there. It will all be worth it, trust me.’ Elkie replied playfully.

After an hour-long hike, they finally arrived at the hot spring. At the entrance, Tzuyu noticed a sign, which read “Mixed-gender hot spring. 8-person maximum occupancy. Whole day booking only.” Worried, Tzuyu asked, “It says that it is mixed-gender, do you know if anyone else booked for today?” Elkie winked and replied, “Don’t worry, I’m sure we are alone and, if anyone joins us, I’m sure they won’t be weird or creepy.”

As the pair went through the entrance, they couldn't help but let out a gasp of amazement. The water was crystal clear and steaming hot, and the surroundings were peaceful and serene. They wasted no time in changing into their swimsuits. Tzuyu wore a cute pink one-piece that accentuated her curves, while Elkie wore a matching blue one-piece that complimented her toned figure.

After laying down their towels, Elkie and Tzuyu stepped into the warm water. It enveloped their bodies, the heat soothing their muscles after the torturous hike. They rested against the edge of the hot spring, closing their eyes and letting out a contented sigh of satisfaction. All their built-up tension started to melt away in the rejuvenating waters. It was pure bliss.

However, the peace and relaxation were short-lived, as they heard a rowdy group of men approaching. They were laughing and talking loudly, clearly without a care in the world.

Opening their eyes, they saw six tall, muscular men making their way toward the edge of the hot spring. Wearing tight swim trunks, their dark skin and chiseled bodies were on full display. They were all well-built and undeniably handsome, but what caught the attention of Elkie and Tzuyu were their massive bulges. Tzuyu was taken aback and her eyes widened, she had always heard that black men were well-endowed, and their bulges seemed to confirm that.

Before they could even think about moving away, the six men were already in the water. The group approached the pair with mischievous grins. Tzuyu tried to maintain her composure, but her body betrayed her. She felt a rush of desire, her heart pounding with excitement. The men surrounded them, their eyes roaming over the girl’s bodies.

One of the men, with a deep, smooth voice and a playful glint in his eyes, spoke up ‘Well, well, what do we have here? Two beautiful girls all by themselves in the hot spring.’ With that comment, Tzuyu felt her cheeks flush. Elkie replied flirtatiously ‘You guys aren’t too bad yourselves.’ From that moment, Tzuyu knew that Elkie had it all planned out from the start.

The six men began to engage them in conversation, asking the girls about themselves and making them feel at ease. The girls discovered that they were a group of wealthy American businessmen, visiting Japan for the first time. They were friendly and charming, the girls being unable to resist their infectious laughter and flirty banter.

As the conversation became more heated and sexual, without warning, one of the men leaned in and pressed his lips to Tzuyu’s. Tzuyu was caught off guard, but she didn't resist. She gently pressed her body against his, as he wrapped his arms around her waist. His hands began to roam all over her body, touching and caressing her curves. She couldn’t believe what was happening, but she was too turned on to even consider protesting.

Before she knew it, two of the other men had joined in, their hands and lips exploring every inch of her body. She surrendered herself to their touch, becoming more and more aroused with each passing moment. The heat from the water mixed with the heat of their bodies was intoxicating and she found herself getting lost in pleasure. As she looked over to Elkie, she saw the remaining three men had done the same to her. She felt aroused seeing her best friend's body being kissed, touched, and ravished.

Tzuyu felt their hands wandering lower and lower until they reached her core. Using their large and thick fingers, they playfully teased her clit and pussy over her swimsuit. She let out a seductive moan, feeling a hot wetness growing inside her as she imagined their fingers fucking her pussy. Suddenly, one of the men reached behind her and untied her swimsuit. Tzuyu gasped as it was quickly discarded, leaving her curvaceous body completely exposed and vulnerable to their touch and gaze. The men's eyes immediately went wide as they took in her beauty. She felt joy run through her body, as she noticed the lust in their eyes.

In contrast, Elkie had taken on more of a dominant role. She passionately kissed one of the men, exploring his mouth with her tongue. At the same moment, her hands moved over the bulges of the other two men, gently stroking their hardening cocks over their trunks. She knew just how to tease them, making them hungry for more. Then, after seeing Tzuyu’s exposed body, two of the men ripped apart Elkie’s swimsuit, so that she could share her best friend’s bare state. Seeing Elkie’s exposed toned body made their bulges even bigger.

‘Well boys, it seems unfair that they should be the only ones without clothes.’ one of the men exclaimed. They all laughed in unison, understanding what they were to do.

The six large dark men slowly left the embrace of Tzuyu and Elkie. They withdrew from the water and proceeded to stand next to each other in a line. One by one, they stripped off their swim trunks, revealing six big black cocks.

Tzuyu was awestruck, she had never seen cock’s that large and girthy before. They were definitely the most well-endowed men she had ever seen. She couldn’t help but gasp at their size, feeling intimidated but also incredibly turned on. Upon seeing her reaction, Elkie smirked and asked ‘Are these the first black cock’s you’ve seen?’. Tzuyu replied ‘I mean I've heard stories and seen them in videos before, but never in person. I didn’t realize a cock could be that huge.’

One of the men roared ‘Come and take a closer look then!’

Elkie happily accepted the offer, seductively shaking her hips while exiting the water and walking over. In front of three of the men, she then dropped down onto her knees and gestured Tzuyu to join her. Obediently, Tzuyu shyly got out and walked over, until she was in front of the other three men.

Without warning, Elkie grabbed Tzuyu’s wrist and pulled her down onto her knees. Tzuyu was now face to face with their stiff members. She felt a pulsating between her legs and her nipples became erect. The thought of being with multiple well-endowed men at once excited her.

‘Go on touch it, it won’t hurt you’ one of the men said jokingly.

Using one hand, Tzuyu sheepishly grabbed the shaft of one of the men. Her hand barely fit around it, she was stunned. Holding it up against her forearm, she said ‘Oh! My! God! It’s the size of my forearm’.

Elkie laughed ‘Aww don’t worry, let me show you how to handle these big black cock’s’. She opened her mouth and placed her full lips around the tip of one of the cock’s. At the same time, in each hand, she then held the shaft of two others. She was now ready.

She began bobbing her head back and forth, taking the long shaft deep into her mouth. The black cock stretched her mouth wide open. Her hands then started to jack off the two other cock’s she was holding.

Tzuyu couldn’t hold back anymore, looking at her best friend taking 3 cock’s stirred her curiosity and arousal. She surrendered to her primal desires and held the shaft with both hands, slowly stroking it. As she stroked it, she could feel it growing even harder, the tip leaking precum due to her tight handjob. With her eyes fixated on the massive phallus in front of her, she stuck her tongue out and licked the sweet precum off the tip.

The remaining two men joined in. They grabbed Tzuyu’s hands and placed them on their cock’s. Learning from Elkie, she began stroking them off while giving the other a blowjob.

The sounds of sucking and squelching filled the room. The six men could also be heard moaning and grunting, as their large cock’s were pleasured by two gorgeous women.

But the men didn't stop there; they wanted more. So the four men getting a handjob released the grasp of Elkie and Tzuyu. Two of the men laid down below the two girls with their cock’s standing at attention, while the other two kneeled down behind them. Lifting both girls, they repositioned them so their holes lined up with each of their cock’s. With the tip of their cock’s, the men teased and explored the entrances of Tzuyu and Elkie’s holes, the leaking juices lubricating them.

Then, in one synchronized motion, Tzuyu and Elkie’s pussy and ass were slowly impaled. The girls let out a satisfied scream and their heads spun with pleasure. They could feel the massive dicks stretching them in ways they never imagined possible. Their holes were completely filled in a way neither had ever experienced before. Tzuyu, especially, couldn't believe how good it felt to have three men stuffing their cock’s in her at once.

‘Come on boys! Let’s break these sluts!’ one of the men shouted. Both girls were then relentlessly and roughly fucked in their mouths, pussy’s and asses. Their bodies writhed, overwhelmed by the sensation of all their holes being thrust into at once. They could feel themselves losing control, their euphoric moans muffled as their bodies were used for the men’s pleasure. Hearing their muffled moans only increased the gratification and desire of the hungry men.

After hours of persistent fucking, each of the men had reached their climax. They departed the hotspring and left Tzuyu and Elkie exhausted and strewn on the ground trembling with ecstasy. Each of the girls had a gaping wide pussy and ass, which leaked with cum. Their eyes were rolled back, mouths opened and filled with the men’s seed. They were in heaven, their minds and bodies broken.

As Tzuyu lay there slowly recovering, she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and fulfillment. She smiled, thinking ‘I can’t believe I was just gangbanged by three black men with massive dicks’. She was eternally grateful for the experience Elkie had given her, as it was one of the hottest and most memorable moments of her life. Tzuyu was no longer the innocent girl she once was, but a whore who craved and worshiped big black cock.

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saiidahyunie · 15 days

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you in my heart

chou tzuyu x f!reader

synopsis: if i can keep myself close to cherish you, then my heart will forever be in your hands.

warnings: fluff ; angst ? ; friends to lovers ; clc elkie and sana appear!

a/n: this fic is my creative writing lifeline soooooo :P

chou tzuyu doesn’t like idiots.

in the many years of her glorious friendship with you, tzuyu has watched, in all scopes, just how damn impatient you were about your decisions. she’s seen it all - whether it’s simply put in which you threw caution to the wind and helped tzuyu ditch school just for a quick detour to the beach as a way to cheer her up after the argument she had with her parents.

(might to add, that happened in the one week of getting to know each other.)

or, whether it would be the way tzuyu saw you drawing, once and decided that the route of art was the destination. better yet, the slight hitch of breath of your decision - last second- of moving in with tzuyu, on the day her lease was up for renewal.

these many things between the fine lines of dumb and stupid could not have prepared tzuyu for this:

you being settled on the floor with a dark red shirt that had a white minimal graphic with the name of the brand being something from your dad’s work, hair set off neatly off to the side with a hint of fringe peaking at the top, an apple juice box in your hands washing down the ritz crackers you swiped from the box, without knowing how it fans the flames in every one of tzuyu’s nerves.

you look at tzuyu, holding your gaze, jaw moving with two chewed crackers in your mouth, before averting your eyes to the crushed juice box next to you.

“tzuyu,” you say, fingers fast on the wrapper fishing out another cracker. “you’re not gonna eat?”

tzuyu says nothing, only shaking her head before settling back against the leg of the sofa, crossing her arms against her chest.

“tzuyu,” you whine, grabbing her wrist that had pinches of salt all over your fingertips, “why are you not saying anything?”

as if tzuyu can ever ignore the constant pull that she feels towards you.

“what’s going on?” tzuyu asks you now, knowing that nothing positive ever comes out of your mouth when she’s soaking in this tone that you’re presenting, voice breaking high and towards the end, as though you wouldn’t be able to breath right if tzuyu does not talk to you, or look at you.

“you’re a girl right?”

tzuyu blinks once, doe eyes out in the open space while she’s unable to guess the trajectory that this conversation might go.

“yes, and?”

you smile, bright and warm, tzuyu nudges closer until her knee touches your thigh.

“cool! me too!” you say. “well, i don’t know, actually. but, the point is that i’ve never dated a girl before. have you?”

tzuyu’s sexuality has been acknowledged, conveyed, and accepted between the both of you without any real sense of words. you had always been perceptive, and when tzuyu’s eyes wandered on only at he women in the movies that she used to watch together with you during high school, you knew that your best friend was a lesbian, and squeezed her hand firmly to let her know that.

it was never really discussed after that, until now.

your sexuality, in tandem, has been acknowledged, conveyed, and accepted between the both of you devidating your realization through a sudden urge to declare the moment out loud on a random day. you tumbled your way onto tzuyu a week ago, holding her hands tight, screaming about how you barely realized that you were bisexual and how “everything makes so much sense to me!”

ever since that day, tzuyu had to witness the only person she has loved even before she knew how to love someone else flirting with nearly everyone. she could only be supportive of her best friend’s journey up til this point.

“i haven’t,” tzuyu replies.

your face lights up, eyebrows arched and eyes wide open. “well, have you kissed another girl before?”

tzuyu suddenly feels like she is neck deep in water that she’s not used to swimming in, struggling to keep herself afloat in her mind. “i…have.”

your face beams more brighter than before it diminishes into the stark emptiness of the night after the flames on a bonfire slowly wither away. “hey,” you say. “you didn’t tell me about that, tzu! we’re besties, aren’t you supposed to tell me everything?”

tzuyu scoots herself over to put a hand on your shoulder. “it was a long time ago,” she says. the world of sapphism was something beautiful to be apart of. seeing the pride parties to be an enlightenment of sorts while also pulling the heart in a more wrenching way. she wanted to belong there with the vast crowd of people but was also aware that she doesn’t want to put herself into that space, if it meant leaving your side.

“it doesn’t really matter now.”

“hey.” you say, scooting closer to match her. tzuyu’s hand lingers on your shoulder before letting go. “of course, it does. was it any good?”

tzuyu doesn’t recall much from those separate experiences, let alone want to remember any from long ago. “yes, i think so. but it was like years since then, so it doesn’t matter.”

“what makes you say that? why did you stop yourself? are you going to be kissing girls when we go to that pride party next week?”

“i told you, y/n. it doesn’t matter. why are you even asking about this?”

you have another smile spread across, hands moving up and down tzuyu’s arm, causing a ripple effect of goosebumps rising on the crook of her neck. “i have something to ask you.”

when you pull your hands away, picking a cracker from the new stack you just opened, holding against tzuyu’s lips.

when tzuyu makes no move to open her mouth, your encourage her by nodding despite becoming more and more doting and impatient (which was on brand for your antics).

tzuyu merely holds it against her teeth, unwilling to take a bit nor choke on the bit after your request.

you take a deep breath, and twine your hands with hers, looking into her eyes steadily.

“i want you to kiss me.”

these several plus years of friendship that tzuyu will never get enough of, tired was also out of the question. nothing could’ve prepared her for the opportunity of hearing those words that deeply carve out one of the core instincts that she has been fighting to keep within.

the cracker falls out of tzuyu’s mouth.

you, on the other hand, face full of optimism and hope immediately replaced with frowns from the fallen cracker sitting on tzuyu’s lap, picking it up. your fingers brush against her hip bone, and tzuyu suppresses a gasp.

also, you’re oblivious to tzuyu’s inner crisis, looking at the cracker before biting it, in the same spot more than a third of the cracker is caught between your teeth.

“what are you saying?”

“i want you to kiss me.” you say, seriously, after chewing the last part of the cracker that will haunt tzuyu’s dreams for the coming decades.

“why?”

“do people need a reason to kiss each other, tzuyu?”

“when the people in the problem set are one’s best friends, then of course.”

you sigh, troubled. “fine,” you say, not willing to look up from where you fidget with the ripped wrapper of the cracker stack. “you got me. i have a date with a girl this weekend and i have never kissed a girl, ever. i want it to be good for her. you’ve kissed a girl, and i want you to assess me.”

“assess you?”

nodding to tzuyu’s question. “i want it to be good for her, tzu! besides, you’re one of the few people that i trust the most. i want you to kiss me and tell me how it is. now are you gonna help me?”

a few seconds of silence pass that the weight of it envelops every fabric and cell of their being, you begin to fiddle with the hem of your shirt, a habit that you procured in times of nervousness.

“forget it,” you say abruptly. “i know that sana has kissed girls before. i’ll ask her—”

“no!”

“no?”

“no,” tzuyu says, holding your face between her soft hands. “i’ll do it,” she says. “i’ll help you with this.”

—

you taste like a wintergreen mint.

tzuyu tilts her head up, one hand spread across the back of your neck, the other, holding your chin so that she can deepen the kiss, until tzuyu herself begins to taste the minty aroma and feel like stardust.

tzuyu also should’ve been keeping an open ear to the cautionary tune her heart laid out in front of her. her mind should’ve also said the same thing the way her brain racked the sole idea of kissing you for practice. nothing good would come out of this. you will kiss another girl sometime this weekend and many other girls after that, but tzuyu is weak and in love and can’t fathom not kissing you, not when you asked it yourself.

your arms are coiled around tzuyu’s long neck, pulling her closer than ever before, even though the meters between the two of you now are only separated by the thin layers of clothes. gently trailing her fingers from your chin to your neck and waist, tzuyu hauls you up until you settle on her lap.

the both of you break apart for a second, your eyes with a glint to them, dazed, glossy pink lips still parted, bodies molding together oh-so perfectly.

it was you who kissed tzuyu for the first time, so tzuyu takes it upon herself to press your forehead with hers, chasing your lips for more. the kiss itself is less frantic and more gentle, taking her time skimming her hands across your back, tilting your head towards her, trailing your hands every single spot possible in the hopes of grasping something. eventually, you fingers are in her hair, taking apart the ponytail and running your fingers through it again.

love me, tzuyu mouths out while she kisses you. love me, only me, no one else, just me.

tzuyu’s lips find your jaw, feathery kisses until she meets the fork where your ear and neck meet. you let out a small noise from the bottom of your throat and tzuyu wants to have it all, to revel in it, keep it close to herself in her heart for the eons of years to pass. she finds her way to your neck, and the idea of marking you, to show the mystery girl that you’ll see know that she was here first, and with the premonition that she’ll stay with you forever–

under the crook of your neck, in the palms of your hands, hooked on your ribs as if the set numbers were like lifelines; anywhere, wherever you see fit.

when you two finally break apart this time, you open your eyes, blinking rapidly to erase the remnants of the daze that was clouding the both of you, smiling softly that tzuyu thinks she’s in a dream. although, it wouldn’t be the first time that she’s dreamt something dangerously real, can’t accept the facts.

but your body is warm between tzuyu’s palms, floral scent draping all of her sense. you were as real as you can be. tzuyu feels nervous with the pricks

of sweat coating her neck, heart rate struggling to keep calm inside her chest, threatening to break free from the cages.

in her dreams, your eyes wouldn’t suddenly widen in disbelief, you wouldn’t clutch onto tzuyu’s shoulders, not willing to meet tzuyu’s eyes after that.

a block forms, tugging from the depths of tzuyu’s chest.

“y/n,” tzuyu asks, voice horse. “did i go too far?”

you snap your eyes towards tzuyu, in fact not meeting her eyes, rapidly shaking your head. “no, not at all.” you answer, tone shrill. “but a–, that was—was really good.”

finally meeting tzuyu’s eyes, your face swept in a vibrant pink.

“that was?”

you, in a flurry of sudden actions, pat tzuyu’s hair to flatten it, pinching her cheek, before breaking apart the bubble of a minty fulfilled dream that just happened a few seconds ago. “is that even a question?” you ask, licking your lips. “kissing girls is so different from kissing boys,” you say. “i liked this a lot. was it, um, w-was it good for you?”

“what are you talking about?” tzuyu laughs, seeing a smile on your face. “you’re a good kisses,” she says, trying to be as objective as she can. this was a test, an experiment after all. not an outcry of feelings. “you know what you’re doing, so it won’t be bad for you this weekend when you go. i’m sure of that.”

standing up, you pat down your shirt and sweatpants, saying, “okay good, i’m—i’m happy that it was good for you because it was good for me, clearly, and i–shoot—i should probably—”

you don’t spare tzuyu another glance, running off to your room, the slam of the door echoed through the walls.

tzuyu just sits there, back against the leg of the sofa, the half-eaten stack of crackers and empty glasses of water on the table, enthralling her attention as if they were people who just witnessed something out in public. her head hits the cushion behind her, clenching the scream wanting to be unleashed from inside her.

for the reminder of how reality works in this world, things will–not remain the same between her and you. the air was already heavy with tension, anchored with tzuyu’s feeling, suspended in time with the words captive in the nooks and cracks of her body.

tzuyu will have to learn how to live with the knowledge of how you taste, the small noises you make, the way your face shapes when her mouth is on yours, eyes closed as you chase tzuyu’s mouth like it was the last thing you had to do.

she doesn’t know how to recover from this information.

—

the two of you don’t talk about it.

few days pass, and tzuyu leaves her pottery class. you arrive a few hours after you were sure that tzuyu was asleep.

(she wasn’t asleep. in fact, she was waiting for you to come home. only able to fully rest when the sound of the door opening and closing, the soft sounds of your feet hitting the wood in and around the house.)

you and tzuyu have a thursday class together in music theory, sharing a shaken look between each other when the paths cross to the living room.

“you wanna leave together?” you ask, strangely nervous with a pensive look on your face.

tzuyu nods her head, and that was it.

you two don’t talk about it still, because there’s nothing to be discussed.

after dinner, tzuyu finds herself going along to being kissed by you again. more practice never hurt anybody, or anyone for that matter.

tzuyu slides in her bed with a heavy heat, lips aflame with the phantom stir of yours on them.

it’s okay, she thinks. it’s gonna be okay. i’ll be okay.

—

“you’re leaving?” tzuyu asks you on saturday, realizing in a manner that your date was today. a date, the whole reason you kissed tzuyu.

you look dashing, transcendent beyond existence. tzuyu loves you so much.

nervously, you start messing with the flimsy fabric of your dress pants, “i am,” you say, “did you want something?”

“no,” tzuyu lies, heart clogging her throat.

you take a step closer, breaking the bubble around tzuyu. “did you want to say something?”

“no,” tzuyu lies again, heart in her hands.

“okay then.” you say, “i’ll be going now.”

“okay.” tzuyu replies. “have fun on your date.”

something omniscient falls over the ever-constant glow on your face. “i will, i’m sure of it.”

tzuyu feels her pulse accelerate, hands clenching and unclenching in succession. there’s so much that she wants to blurt out. so much that will ruin the close friendship that she has with you. but being selfish isn’t the way to go, the risk that is carried by making her feelings your problems too.

it’ll be fine, tzuyu tells herself. this will pass too. she’s fine, she’s okay, she’s breathing—and if she keeps beating it down her being, maybe her heart won’t feel like it’s being trampled on.

everything will be okay, this will all work out in the end.

—

“something is wrong,” sana begins, eating her french fry, the same evening when she invites herself to tzuyu’s home with a bag of food and snacks. “you’re not okay.”

“everything is great!” tzuyu says, chasing down her words with half of a boba drink. “and, i am okay.”

sana’s eyes narrow suspiciously. “it’s not really you to lie in front of my face.”

“i need you to stop prying.”

“is it because y/n’s on that date right now?”

“sana, i’m fine.”

“shut up, it is, isn’t it?!”

“sana!”

“okay, i’ll stop,” sana says, raising her hands in surrender. “i believe you. everything is okay and you are doing fine.”

—

you don’t offer more information about your date other than just saying, “we should go watch that one movie together, tzuyu.”

tzuyu doesn’t even bother asking either.

two days after, you come bearing another tempting proposition that steals tzuyu’s breath away—literally.

“that one barista from the cafe we regularly go to asked me out,” you say, already straddling tzuyu’s lap. “i didn’t kiss that girl from saturday and i think i’m a little iffy about my–technique. can you help me with it again?”

tzuyu tears down the banners of doubts in her mind, providing her mouth pressing against yours, feeling like the can finally breath now after not being able to for so long.

she doesn’t bother asking you about it, again.

—

more and more kisses are being shared in the days leading up to your date. always in the evening, an hour before going to bed.

tzuyu finds out all the different ways in which you like being kissed. even though an unspoken boundary between them is crossed past the point of rational thinking. she finds herself putting up a boundary before it becomes all too much, too fast. like her soul feels like it’s being robbed of once those walls are up, but it’s okay.

tzuyu tells herself that it’s okay. she will live through this.

she’s fine, and everything’s gonna be okay.

—

when you come back from the date, drunk, the sleep is immediately left from tzuyu’s body, and she’s alert, awake on the sofa. she puts her book and the small blanket back in their places, walking over to help you remove your shoes and find your way back into the house.

you look at tzuyu with a blearily smile, holding onto her waist tightly. “hi,” you say, grinning.

“hi,” tzuyu greets back, holding onto you as you’re sliding on the floor, head lolling back on the head of the sofa. “are you alright?”

“amazing!” you answer, giddy.

“how was your date?”

tzuyu blinks one eye open, grinning sarcastically. “oh? you didn’t ask me how it went the last time. this is a sign.”

“you didn’t tell me anything either,” tzuyu also points out.

you sigh, slumping your head on tzuyu’s toned shoulder. “true,” you mumble. “i guess it was okay.”

“just okay?”

tzuyu feels you nodding your head. “i am so tired, tzu!” you whine, nudging your head closer. tzuyu suppresses a shudder as she feels your eyelids fluter closed against her neck. “i’m gonna fall asleep right here, okay?”

“that’s okay,” tzuyu says, pressing her fingertips into your scalp, just the way that you like it.

“you’re the best,” you mumble again, sounding half-asleep. “do you know that? you’re the very best, tzu.”

tzuyu doesn’t know how to respond without revealing the very depth of everything she feels about you.

“i guess,” your whisper is like a knife through the curtain of silence between the two of you. “i guess the problem is that no one is you. they don’t kiss the way that you do.”

tzuyu’s heart stops. “y/n, what do you mean?”

…

“y/n?”

…

a lack of a reply prompts tzuyu to thread her fingers through your hair, gently tapping your shoulder. “y/n.” she softly calls. “don’t you know to not say things like this to me?” she whispers too, confident that you were asleep. your breath steady, head heavy.

you mumble something closely incoherent, and your head sags into tzuyu’s chest.

despite the tumultuous beat of her heart, tzuyu finds herself smiling, as she cradles your head, hoping that laying on her lap would be more comfortable for you, and drapes the blanket over your legs.

“that’s the issue with me, too.” tzuyu says while palming your hair. “i guess i stopped kissing other people because they weren’t you. i wish i could stop looking for you in every person that i meet.”

—

it’s not like tzuyu was not aware of the happy hour event that’s regularly held at that one bar that the friend group usually ends up in at a night like this, but it’s just that she didn’t care enough about it, especially after living for about three months in a new city.

two days after you realized that you were bisexual, you looked at the poster that announced the party for the lgbtq community happening on a friday night well off into the new semester with a newfound excitement. “we should go here!” you shrieked while pointing at the poster. “i didn’t even know that this was a thing.”

“it’s a thing alright,” tzuyu answers, resigning herself to the fate of ending up at that party, especially a few weeks before happening.

“have you ever been to a party like this?”

“not a lot, but a few.” tzuyu replies. “they’re interesting.” and unfamiliar, because they’re loud and crowded. the heavy bass of music blasting through the speakers, making her heart match to the beat of the rhythm.

“well, you should show me around then!” you had said, and that was it.

now, about a little over three weeks or so after tzuyu first made out with her best friend only to help you practice for dates with people that weren’t tzuyu, standing in front of the said best friend, trying to obviously leer at your appearance.

you were wearing a white crop top shirt with ripped jeans layered with a black leather jacket. this outfit in particular had been printed in tzuyu’s brain since she saw you wear it for the first time—and a one piece dress

you catch tzuyu looking and wink. “what? i look good, don’t i?”

‘good’ doesn’t even begin to cover it, but tzuyu nods, nonetheless.

bounding up with tzuyu, arms interlocked together. “thank you!” you exclaim. “you have to look great too! when did you buy this blouse?” you ask, gesturing at tzuyu’s outfit. “i have to borrow it one day,” you say, as you make your way outside the house, head resting on tzuyu’s shoulder.

“okay,” tzuyu readily agrees despite it being her favorite blouse and your tendency to not return her clothes after ‘borrowing’ them.

the club is crowded by the time you reach there—full of people that tzuyu recognizes the way gay people tend to recognize each other across the campus, and those she does not.

your face is set with an ever-present grin, taking in the clamour and infecting excitement of energy that’s radiating of all the people here. all eyes were on you and you just seem to bask in it, but your eyes were on tzuyu. there’s a low glo to you. the only person glowing in a sea of people. tzuyu is so in love with you that it aches, it aches, and it aches.

“let’s dance!” you yell over the sound of the booming music.

tzuyu is pulled into your arms the minute she agrees to it. sinking into your arms as though she always belonged there should be weird, tzuyu thinks. it’s supposed to be weird, especially because you and her couldn’t even look at each other until a few days ago, until you came back home drunk and slept on tzuyu’s lap.

but it isn’t. this feels as natural as breathing, normal like your heart beating, the sun rising, the world turning painstakingly slow.

colorful lights dance on your face as you pull tzuyu close, hands curling around her neck. tzuyu, helplessly in love, holding you by the waist and sways with some sense of rhythm to the music.

you pull tzuyu closer, so that her ear is met with your lips. “is this how it always is?”

“i think so,” tzuyu replies. save for a few strobe lights, the night seems the same as it always does. it must feel different for you though. “how do you feel?” tzuyu asks, resting her chin on your shoulder.

“good!” you cheer. “like, i didn’t even know that there were so many of us here! i truly believed that it would be less crowded. in fact, it is more.”

tzuyu nods, clutching her hands tighter around your waist.

you sway and dance together, sometimes following the rhythm of the songs blasting out of the subwoofers, and the other times creating your own rhythm entirely, but that doesn’t matter.

what matters to tzuyu—at this moment and all the others that have happened and will—is this; your bright smile reserved only for her, your warm hands around hers, your feet falling in step with her, your laughter when you dip down into her, or the high pitched call of her name that makes her twirl in her mind, the gaze fixated on her lips, the grasp on her heart: for now and always forever (in hope) will be you. and only you.

you and tzuyu break apart when you loudly demand that you’re thirsty and need a drink. tzuyu, helpless to do anything else, clutches your hand and makes you follow, even though she can’t wade through the crowd of strangers by the bar.

tzuyu is grateful that the thump of the music in this area is a lot less, deciding on standing a few feet away, looking at you valiantly finding her way towards the bartender, jumping only when she feels a tap against her shoulder.

elkie, one of the other friends that tzuyu is very familiar with, perhaps a year her senior, stands across her with a broad smile on her lips.

“it’s been so long since i saw you here,” she says, stepping closer. “how are you doing?”

“good,” tzuyu replies with a smile. “how bout you?”

the music picks up in volume where they are, causing them to stand closer which isn’t entirely ideal, but it’s alright. elkie is good company, and tzuyu doesn’t mind.

“are you looking for someone?” elkie asks, when she notices tzuyu look into the crowd of people at the bar station trying to see someone in a black leather jacket. “do you want me to help you find them?”

“just my friend.” tzuyu replies, turning towards elkie. “she went in to get drinks for us and hasn’t come out yet.”

elkie laughs. “she’ll come back, i’m sure. but tell me about you, tzuyu. are you dating someone?”

tzuyu darts her eyes away from elkie. “i’m not actually, no.”

elkie eyes brighten. “well, if that’s the case, call me if you want? you do have my number, right?”

tzuyu blinks, before the realization dawns on her. “oh,” she says. “no.” she replies, turning towards elkie.

“elkie, i—”

elkie’s eyes widen with an understanding. “ah, you’re not seeing someone, but you do like someone,” she infers. tzuyu doesn’t say anything, only turning sideways to the crowd in which you have disappeared to. “yeah,” she replies, looking back at elkie.

she nods, gently holding tzuyu’s shoulders. “i get that,” elkie says. “i hope you figure it out, whatever that may be.”

“thank you.”

elkie smiles back, and plants a kiss on the corner of tzuyu’s mouth. “i think i saw someone i didn’t want to see, so i’m gonna run now,” she says. “don’t be a stranger, okay? let’s meet up for some lunch sometime—as friends, of course.”

tzuyu smiles, patting her back neatly. “i will.”

elkie excuses herself, walking swiftly past tzuyu, vanishing into the crowd.

out of a bad habit set in the last fifteen minutes or so, tzuyu looks sideways to the crowd that you had ventured into, only to meet your distraught face.

your face even turns furious when tzuyu meetes your eyes, but the undercurrent of hurt is open and raw. tzuyu instantly takes a step forward by instinct, wondering what caused it, relizing that you must’ve seen elkie kissing her cheek for this anger to be directed at tzuyu. but it shouldn’t bother you as much as it did—because why would it, it’s not like you to be jealous, because that would imply that you like—

huh.

“you were here with me.” you shout over the music, steamrolling over close enough for tzuyu to see the shimmer on your skin. “we came here together.”

“y/n—”

“if you dont’ like me back,” you start, shoulders dipping down in defeat.

well, shit.

tzuyu’s body breaks at that.

“if you don’t like me back, then just say it instead of making me witness whatever the hell i just saw,” you say, drinking the entirety of the fizzy orange behemoth of a drink that was in your hand in one swig, and slamming tzuyu’s shot glass on the table.

—

tzuyu finds you leaning against someone’s car, staring up at the sky.

she wordlessly covers your exposed shirt with the leather jacket you dropped on the way out of the club.

“that was elkie,” tzuyu breaks the silence. “she’s one of the few people that i know from coming to these parties. i guess we somewhat keep in touch now. we don’t like each other romantically. never, no.”

you blink, while looking at her, nodding while fixing your leather jacket to fit it more better on your shoulders.

“tzuyu,” you say. “what i said before—”

“is it true? tzuyu asks, urgency seeping in her words by the millisecond. “do you truly like me?”

you look at tzuyu, broken. “i wore this outfit for you,” you say again. “i hate stiff leather.”

tzuyu looks at you again, out of depth completely.

“i hate this jacket but i love the way you look at me when i wear it. so i wore it today, with you. the only person i could see in this crowd today was you, tzuyu,” you say. “i came up with a silly, stupid excuse to kiss you. so you tell me if what i said was true or not.”

“a stupid excuse?”

“i didn’t have any dates,” you laugh without levity. “i had people asking me out, yes, but i couldn’t agree because they’re not you, tzuyu. the only person i want to go on a date with. the only person i want to kiss and be kissed is by you. so i lied to your face and told you that i wanted to practice. i made up with a terrible excuse to kiss you that doesn’t even make sense because i thought you could, maybe like me back too! and it really felt like you did, but then i see that and-”

“i like you.”

you stop your train of thought from the sentence that just came out of tzuyu’s lips. “what did you say?”

“i like you too,” tzuyu says, as rushed as she could say. “i like you so much. so, so much. it’s—”

“you…what!?” you jolt with unbridled astonishment, crying, turning to grab tzuyu by the shoulders.

“why do you think i kept kissing you?” tzuyu asks with ardor. “i liked you too much to say no. i just—i couldn’t. and i wanted to go on dates with you and kiss you without having a reason, but i just couldn’t.”

a bitter laugh leaves your lips, head hung down while you kick your sneakers into the asphalt.

“you could—you could have,” you say, nodding in fervor. “you could have. i really, really wanted you to.”

“i just didn’t know,” tzuyu says, regretfully, cupping your face. “and i’m sorry that i didn’t.”

your eyes flutter shut. “well, you do now.” you say. “you know that i like you. i like you so, so much, tzu.”

“you know that i like you too. so, so much.”

your eyes open again, teasing a glint quite apparent. “so, what are you going to do with this information, then?” you ask.

tzuyu, with her heart fluttering endlessly in her chest, brings you closer. with eyes closed, you meet tzuyu in the middle.

you taste like beer, candy blossoms, and heaven. you taste like everything that tzuyu wanted, everything that tzuyu could ever want or need in her life.

i love you, tzuyu mouths into yours as she kisses you. i love you, love you, love you.

when you eventually break apart, a smile sprays across your lips, leaning in close, foreheads pressed together, one of tzuyu’s hands on your chest, right where the heart is patting frantically. “i love you, tzu.”

another kiss is shared again, this time more slowly as the both of you took in the taste of exchanging lips, not wanting to ever pull away. it’s just you and tzuyu, entrapped in that silly little world that you and her have built around for so many years, now elevated to a new echelon.

chou tzuyu doesn't like idiots.

but there was something about being with you as an idiot that makes it tolerable to deal with, and she doesn't mind that.

brushing your lips against tzuyu’s, you’re giggling and she follows.

“i’ll embrace you like this, forever.”

#twice x reader #kpop x reader #hyunie #twice imagines #tzuyu imagines #twice tzuyu #chou tzuyu #tzuyu x reader #twice fluff #tzuyu fluff #chou tzuyu x reader

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sanababes · 4 years

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Requested by: anon

Thief

Pairings: fem!reader x Handong

Warnings: Crime genre, fluff? i dunno really, its a bit short too so-

(im sorry if i didn't sticked to the prompt too much, i got off track quickly lol)

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Phantom. The name which everyone knows within the city of Seoul, her elusive, brazenly cheeky attitude was really getting into a certain detective's nerves. You've been in a cat and dog relationship with Handong since the day you decided to rob a bank in the central part of the city. Unfortunately, the latter couldn't catch you for once as you were too "good" at this kind of chase.

The skies are now colored grey as Handong rode her motorcycle to the police station. Arriving at the large-built building, she stepped inside while her co-workers greeted here and there. Handong was about to open her office door when Inspector Elkie called on her attention.

"Detective! I'm glad that you came early."

"Huh? I sure did, so is there anything wrong?" The older asked.

"We just got a call from one of our informants, it seems like Phantom is currently seen lurking around the recreational buildings around Hongdae street. I suggest that you bring a few units for back ups, Officer Changbin is assigned with you." Elkie stated.

"Understood, we'll get going now."

Handong immediately geared up and met up with the team as they got inside the police van. She sat down and buckles her seat belt, the familiar adrenaline coursing throughout her body as the thought of you being finally caught brought up her mood.

'Phantom, you'll be locked up in jail because of me soon...'

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"There's a report that our suspect might be on 2 locations, since we're quite a lot, let's split up into threes. Tzuyu and Gahyeon, the two of you are with me." Handong ordered strictly.

The team quickly followed and began to observe or investigate the area.

The three girls started to be aware of their surroundings, making it a little easier to feel your presence. Unknown to them, you're just leaning against the railing of the rooftop just right above them.

"Pathetic..." You chuckled lightly as you watched them search voyaging the narrow alley below.

Heaving an exaggerated sigh, you pulled yourself up while crouching to get a better view of a certain brunette. Her hair flows smoothly with her white complexion, completely making you in awe. A smile slowly creeps into your lips as you grabbed a deteriorated plastic bottle and tossed it below to the entrance of the dainty structure that you are on.

"Oh fuck! ...God, that scared that heck out of me." Gahyeon exclaimed after releasing a loud shriek.

"What was that?" Tzuyu asked, consciously glancing to Handong.

The older instantly checked what caused the sudden sound and saw the plastic bottle that you threw on the ground.

She looked up to see a rusty door, which would definitely lead close to your direction. Following her instincts, she loads her gun and looks over her shoulder.

"You guys stay here, if I don't come out within 20 minutes then you are authorized to look for me. Bring the units in as well."

Answered by a nod, Handong then opened the door and saw the worn out stairs that go up for a few floors. She hoisted her gun out, scanning her eyes around the concrete floor and walls around.

Meanwhile, you decided it was taking too long for Handong to catch a glimpse of you.

Walking towards the staircase, you looked down to see the latter climbing her way up with cautious steps. You rolled your eyes and faked a lousy cough.

"Oh! Who do we have here? Aigoo, our dear Dongie finally found me again–"

"Hands up! Don't you dare move from your place, Phantom." Handong hastily jogged to your position while pointing her gun towards you.

"Bringing out a gun now? Well, that's a bit new." You smirked playfully while cocking your head to her direction.

"Come on, just give up now already Phantom. I'm tired of playing games with you..."

You brought your hand up to fix your mask which hides your facial identity.

"Ughh, you're so boring Dongie." You sauntered slowly in front of the detective and placed the muzzle close to your forehead, holding her hands in the process.

"Why don't you pull that trigger of yours instead?"

Handong tried to seal her confusion but it didn't get pass through your sharp eyes.

You took this as a chance and twisted her wrist which made her drop the gun as you kicked it away from the two of you.

"What the–" you suddenly pushed her against the wall and leaned close to her elegant face.

"How are you doing? Wanna hang out in my place baby–" you got cut off by a harsh sting on your left cheek, thank god your mask didn't fell off.

"Ouch! What was that for?" You whined.

"You are such a dumbass." She said with a straight face.

You just grumbled under your breath before hearing dozens of people's footsteps from below. Your eyes widen for a minute but you finally registered what was happening.

"Tsk, now you're going to rot in prison Phantom," Handong smirked before swiftly inserting the handcuffs on both of your wrists.

"Fuck... be thankful I'm in a good mood today." You stated in low and husky voice.

"Huh? What are you talking about, you're literally going to jail–"

Handong couldn't finish what she was about to say when you pushed her aside and jumped out of the nearest window. You fell into the next building on the side before giving the detective a last glance, the look on her face made you laugh as her mouth gaped with her eyes enlarged with a hint of anger.

"Hasta la vista, baby!" You shouted and ran away from the scene with the handcuffs still in your wrists.

On the other hand, Handong just groaned as she looked out at the distance.

"I'll get you next time, you thief."

~the end~

#dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher reactions #handong #dongie #tzuyu #gahyeon #dreamcatcher handong #crime #detective #detective au

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gimmeyoon · 5 years

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Pretty Girl

↳ pairing: Namjoon x reader

↳ dystopian au: sequel to Cool Girl (based on the Uglies series by Scott Westerfeld)

↳ Rating / warnings: M for Mature, mentions of self-harm, suicidal thoughts and attempted suicide

↳ word count: 5.1K

↳ songs: Turn Me On by David Guetta feat. Nicki Minaj

❝They said that you hit your head falling from a hover board, which is totally not bubbly. You can’t really remember much before the fall, but thankfully your friend Jimin is waiting for you when you leave the hospital. Now if only the two of you could figure out why the name Namjoon sounds so familiar.❞

A/N: Happy birthday, Namjoon! Sorry in advance that you are barely in this chapter, but there’s more to come.

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It's embarrass-making walking through New Pretty City, knowing that everyone knows what happened to you. What kind of face-missing Pretty runs into her best friend, knocking not only the two of you, but Seokjin and Hoseok who were right behind you, from your hoverboards. As if it wasn't enough that people saw it happen and the word spread around, know you walk around with an interface cuff instead of a ring, because you destroyed your ring in the fall.

The only positive thing that came out of the whole experience was that the cuffs you and the rest of your friends wear turned out to be a new type of tech, and now everyone in the city wants to be like you. Minus the falling so hard that you forgot everything part.

No, that part was still face-missing.

You're pleased with the life you forgot though. You and Jimin are together again, something you had spent a lot of time thinking about in Uglyville and you joined one of the best cliques in the city. It took you a while to get used to the other members, not having known them when you were an ugly, but Hoseok has since become your closest friend, apart from Jimin obviously.

Seokjin on the other hand. You know you were friends before, he had been on that hoverboard ride with you, but there was something odd about him. He always seemed to be off in his own world and he mostly kept to himself.

You're not as close with the other members, but they don't seem to mind so much. From what you can tell they haven’t been in Bangtan very long. San pulled you aside one day to ask you if you knew the crims, but you didn't have a clue what he was talking about. When you brought it up to Jimin later he figured San was just looking for a reason to talk to you. You kind of hope he's right.

You know San isn't the first Pretty you've seen, you've been a pretty for much longer than you can remember, but it's still giddy-making when he talks to you. You feel like your heart wants to jump from your chest.

At the last party, you got a little drunker than usual and Jimin had to stop you from running your hands through San's blond hair, something you thanked him for profusely the next day. You already had a face-missing reputation, you didn't need to prove it.

When San got his interface cuff finally, he was so excited to show it to you and you were so excited that he cared to show you. The whole thing was so bubbly.

You haven't seen San at today's party, something Jimin has now asked you twice to stop talking about.

"Relax, _____," Jimin smiled, handing you another glass of champagne. "San's probably just making the rounds and he'll find his way up here eventually. He's still kind of new to this."

"I know," you sigh dramatically, looking out the window of the tower across the river. You can just make out Uglyville. "I just.... You don't think he thinks I'm face-missing, right?"

"Don't be Ugly," Jimin said, before taking a sip of his drink. "Did you forget you were a Pretty when we fell?"

"Shut it," you said, turning back to Jimin with a smile. "Did you forget you were my best friend when we fell?"

"Never, Fizzy," he laughed, which you followed in your drunken haze. He hadn't called you that in so long, it felt foreign. It wasn't who you were anymore anyways. Jimin was right, you were a Pretty now, and Fizzy was your Ugly nickname.

"Miss me?" Hoseok asked, causing you to turn around to face him.

You're just about to retort, when you realize he's brought San with him, and the words get trapped in your throat.

"What? Is this not Semi-Formal?" Hoseok asks, looking down at his plain white button-up, dark green slacks, and slip-on loafers. "No party should ever be semi-formal, I don't understand it."

Those words feel familiar to you, but you can't quite place it. It's like you've said the same thing before, but you can't tell if it's a memory or an illusion. It's been happening to you a lot lately.

"You look great," Jimin said, stepping between you and Hoseok to pat the red-head on the shoulder. "A real semi-formal work of art."

"Oh, Jimin," Hoseok replied, wiggling his eyebrows at him. "You're lucky Pretties can't blush."

"Get a room," you said, causing Jimin to turn to you with a raised eyebrow.

"How about I get one for you and whoever you want instead," he replied, eyeing San in a very obvious way that was dread-making.

San cleared his throat, before sending you a comforting smile that clearly said he knew what was happening.

"Do you want a drink?" you asked, motioning towards San's empty hands.

"Yeah," he replied, his smile brightening. "Lead the way."

As the two of you walked away, you made sure to send Jimin your well wishes with a gesture that had him roaring with laughter behind you. You walked in silence down the stairs of the tower until you were back to a floor with a bar. San grabbed two glasses of Champagne as you deposited your now empty glass on the bar.

"Thanks," you said, as you took the drink from him, quickly taking a sip to try and work up the courage to be alone with him.

"Thank you for suggesting it," he smiled, motioning for you to follow him towards a window bench at the end of the hall.

You sat together, just looking out the window at the City as the music blared loudly around you. You weren't sure why Bangtan always went to the highest part of the building at every party, Jin had just said it like it was a fact when you went to your first event after the accident, but you had to admit being far away from the party was much better for talking than this.

"You know you're like the iciest person here, right?" San said, causing you to turn back to him. He's looking at you with such an intensity that you have to take a breath before responding.

"I'm kind of known for doing something face-missing to the highest degree," you added a laugh at the end, to try and sound more light-hearted about it and less Ugly.

"No," San laughed, looking down at your hand as he took it in his. "I know you don't remember, but my friend told me stories about Bangtan when I was in Uglyville. He saw you jump out of a hot air ballon. I mean he didn't see you, he was on the other side of the river, but he saw Bangtan do it."

"That doesn't sound like me," you replied, your eyes trained on the way he rubbed soft circles into the back of your hand. "Why would we jump out of a hot air ballon anyways?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. It's icy though."

"Maybe I wasn't there," you conceded, being certain you would never put your life in danger.

"You had to have been," San said, causing you to meet his eyes again. "It was after your surge and the whole clique did it."

"I'm sorry I don't remember," you said, looking back out the window.

"Don't apologize."

San's other hand reached up and caressed your jaw as he lightly turned your face back to him. His sharp eyes were trained on your lips for too long to ignore, and when he met your eyes again you knew you were putty in his hands.

"Hoseok told me I'm not supposed to get involved with the first Pretty I meet."

"Wasn't Hoseok the first Pretty you met?"

San laughed, turning his head away from you, and you imagined for a moment that his ears would turn red if Pretties could blush.

"That's a great point," he said as he turned back to you.

"Stick with me. Apparently I'm the iciest person in here."

"You know I'd heard that," he said, leaning slightly towards you.

You matched his movement, focusing very intently on your breathing and the way this was making your heart race.

Your lips were mere centimeters from him when you closed your eyes. You wondered for a moment if you had ever kissed another Pretty.

"_____!" Seokjin shouted, causing you to sigh and turn to him. "Jimin needs you."

"Right now?" you asked, as San dropped your hand and shuffled away from you.

"Yes, right now," he said firmly, motioning with his hand for you to follow him.

"Sorry," you said to San, suddenly glad Pretties couldn't blush as you joined Seokjin further down the hallway. "Is he hurt?" you asked, now worried that something terrible had happened and you weren't giving this situation the severity it warranted.

"No, he's fine," Seokjin said, turning to walk up the stairs to the tower. "He just needs to go home before he does accidentally hurt himself."

"And you couldn't get him into a car home yourself?"

"You're his best friend, right?" Seokjin asked, matching your own defensive tone.

This wasn't right. Pretties don't fight. That's something Rusties did, and look where they ended up. No, starting something with Seokjin would not only be face-missing but would be social suicide.

"You're right," you replied, taking a deep breath. "I'll get him home."

Jimin smiled as you came up the stairs, and while he certainly was very happy, he didn't seem quite drunk enough to be a danger to himself. That's probably why he fought you when you suggested that you take him home. You didn't even try and argue with him when he said that he was fine, because you could tell by looking at him that he was. You considered saying as much to Seokjin, but when you turned to look for him he was gone.

"Seokjin is acting weirder than usual," you said, accepting the glass of champagne Jimin took from Hoseok and handed to you. The latter protested, but was quickly appeased as Elkie offered to grab everyone another glass. Hoseok was quick to follow behind her, sending Jimin a wink as he did so.

"What do you mean?" Jimin asked once the two of you were alone.

"He told me you needed to go home right as I was about to kiss San."

"You were," Jimin cheered as he pulled you into a hug. "I knew you had it in that pretty little head of yours to do it."

"Well, it didn't happen, because Seokjin made sure it didn't."

"You don't know that," Jimin said, resting his head on your shoulder. "Besides, even if he did, he was probably just looking out for San. Seokjin's the leader and San hasn't been a Pretty for very long, he shouldn't get hypnotized by your perfect everything."

"But I want to hypnotize him with my perfect everything," you pouted, leaning your head on top of Jimin's.

Jimin laughed at this, causing the two of your heads to bump together and more laughter from the two of you, as you finally pulled away from each other, both of you rubbing at your heads where they bounced into the other.

"Maybe you and him were a thing before the accident and neither of you can remember," Jimin said his face growing serious and his voice dropping to a whisper. "Maybe he kind of remembers and is jealous because you don't."

"Now you're just talking to hear the sound of your own voice."

"My own pretty voice," Jimin interjected.

"There's no way Seokjin and I were a thing, and if we were it was not a good thing. It's for the best that I don't remember, because us together is totally awkward-making."

"Yeah, you're right," Jimin said as he leaned into you again. "Hey, when we're both middle Pretties, can the two of us just get married and have littles and become crumblies and die in the suburbs together."

"Sure," you said, pressing a kiss to the top of Jimin's head. "It seems like Seokjin is intent on ruining my relationship with San, so I might as well pledge myself to you now."

"You're so funny, Fizzy," Jimin chuckled at his own words. "Funny, Fizzy."

When Jimin opens the door the next day you come prepared with a gift to thank him for listening to you talk about Seokjin for much of the night. It's a silver chain bracelet that your closet produced after you said, "I don't know, but I need to give Jimin something for being a good friend."

It was a successful guess on the closet’s part as Jimin happily puts it on as soon as he lets you into his apartment.

"Also, do you have any push pins? I need to hang up the photos we took on that old camera you found, but my closet won't make any for me."

"That's not very bubbly of your closet," Jimin laughed as he walked over to his own. "Room, please show _____ why you are the better closet and give us some push pins please."

"Not authorized," it responded just as yours had done earlier.

"Hm," Jimin hummed as he pouted. "I guess Pretties don't need push pins, Fizzy."

"We were face-missing and we didn't even know it," you agreed as you sat down on the edge of his bed.

"Have you come to pledge yourself to me," Jimin asked with a wiggle of his eyebrows, causing you to throw a pillow at him.

"In your dreams, Mochi."

"Mochi?" Jimin asked, sitting beside you on the bed.

"I'm trying it out. You call me Fizzy, so it seems like my duty as your best friend to have a nickname for you as well."

Jimin nodded. "Mochi. It's bubbly."

"See," you said. "Do you want to go to Hoseok's room and see if he can get push pins?"

"Just see if your closet can digitize them and add them to your room that way," Jimin said, standing from the bed and grabbing the coffee mug on his bed side table.

"It's not that," you said, standing to follow him into the kitchen. "What if we can't get push pins because we hurt ourselves in the fall and they're worried I'm so face-missing that I would lose my memory again."

"How would you lose your memory from a push pin?"

"Stabbing myself in the temple? I don't know, if I was good at science I would be giving people the surge right now."

"You're overreacting," Jimin said calmly as he grabbed an apple from his counter. "I think you need to go back to the doctor."

"Why?" you asked, following him into the living room.

"You're so nervous all the time, maybe they can give you something for that."

"I'm not nervous."

"You think they're keeping push pins from you because you might stab yourself in the temple."

You frowned at Jimin as he sat down on his couch.

"Listen," he said, looking at you with kind eyes. "You hit your head, maybe something got messed up."

"You think my brain is broken? I'm a Pretty. I'm perfect."

"Of course, Fizzy," he smiled a soft smile. "I just don't think there's any harm in making sure everything's okay."

"Okay," you said, joining him on the couch. "So, we're not going to see if Hoseok can get push pins."

"Eat," Jimin said handing you the apple.

"You're so bossy today," you pouted, taking the fruit from him.

"Yeah? You like it, future Crumbly wife?"

"Call me a Crumbly again, and I will marry Hoseok so fast."

"Who are we missing?" you asked looking around the brunch table.

Jimin, Hoseok, San, and Elkie looked between each other before looking back at you.

"Seokjin went to the bathroom," San offered.

"No, I know that, I just feel like someone is missing."

"This is everyone that said they were coming," Elkie shrugged before turning back to her omelet.

"You're right," Jimin said, looking around the table again. "It feels like we forgot someone."

"See," you said, giving Jimin a nod. "Who do we know with silver hair?"

"Silver?" Jimin said, looking at you like you were face-missing. "I was thinking green."

"Oh we do know someone with green hair," Hoseok said, happily tapping Jimin on the shoulder. "Oh, what's his name."

"I don't think anyone in Bangtan has green hair," Elkie said, looking like the situation was uneasy-making.

"Seokjin," Hoseok said a bit too loudly as soon as the eldest member reemerged from the restroom. "Who in Bangtan has green hair?"

"Or silver," you added before sticking your tongue out at Jimin, who matched your expression.

"Green or silver?" Seokjin asked, not looking at any one you. "No one that I know."

"Are you sure?" Jimin asked. "I mean _____ is probably just thinking of San, his hair looks silver in the right light-"

"I am not."

"but we definitely know someone with green hair."

Seokjin shrugged. "Must be someone you met at a party, because no one in Bangtan has green hair. Or silver," he added, turning to you.

"Maybe it was one of the crims?" San offered, taking a sip of his bloody.

Seokjin grew still at this, his eyes sharp on San. "We don't talk about them," he said, before turning back to his soup.

"Wait, you remember them?" You asked, turning in your chair to face Seokjin.

"I said," he replied, turning to look at you with the same strong look he gave San, "we don't talk about them."

"It's my memories," you argued, not shying away from his look the way San had.

"Really?" Seokjin asked, shaking his head as he turned back to his food. "If it mattered then you would remember it, but you don't. Because it doesn't matter."

"_____ drop it." Jimin said, passing you a roll. "He's right, we don't remember it so it doesn't matter."

But you couldn’t drop it. Seokjin was always acting strange and now he remembered things from the past. You needed to know what he knew.

"Can you bring me some push pins?" you asked, still looking at Seokjin. "My closet won't produce them and I want to hang up some pictures."

"And why do you think my closet will make them?" he asked, turning his attention back to you.

You shrugged. "Maybe it won't but I just would really appreciate it if you tried. You know, as our leader and all."

Seokjin seemed to flinch at your words, but his gaze stayed cool. "I'll see what I can do," he said, before turning towards Elkie and starting a conversation with her, that you didn't pay attention to as Jimin, grabbed your hand to turn your attention to him.

He didn't say anything he didn't have to. You knew he wanted you to go to the doctor. To do whatever it takes to make you feel bubbly again.

You just weren't sure you knew what bubbly meant anymore. How could not remembering your life be blissful-making?

"_____!" San shouts as you walk into the penthouse suite. The highest level of the party as usual.

"San!" you echo, as he pulls you into a hug. "You sure are bubbly," you laugh as he reaches behind you to hand you a glass of red wine.

"Of course I am," he says, his arm moving around your waist and pulling you close. "I'm with the iciest girl in all of New Pretty City now."

You can only smile as any words get trapped in your throat at how breathtaking he looks, his wine glass against his lips, his blond hair pushed back from his face.

"_____," he said, as he looked down at you.

Before you can respond, his lips are on yours and the whole room feels like it's spinning as the action is so giddy-making. When he pulls away, he's looking at you as if he's never seen you before and you feel the same way as you notice the gold specks in his brown eyes for the first time.

And then you see something else, something that seems very far away. It's the Pretty with silver hair you were trying to remember a few days ago. Namjoon. You're sure of it, but you don't know where you met him or why you know him at all.

"Do you know Namjoon?" you ask San.

He smiles before grabbing your hand a placing a kiss to the back of it. "I kissed you and you ask me about another guy?"

"That's who I was thinking of the other day."

"I haven't met him," San said with a shrug before drinking his wine again.

It seems redder than before.

"Not to be totally face-missing," you said, pulling your hand from San's, "but I need to go find Jimin. I'll be right back."

San's face dropped a little at this, but he still offered you a small smile. "Hurry back," he said, motioning for you to leave him.

You find Jimin playing a drinking game with Hoseok in the corner of the apartment, the former clearly winning.

"Hey," you said, causing Jimin to jump up and greet you, pulling you into a tight hug. "Do you know Namjoon?" you asked as he returned to his seat around the coffee table.

He considered it for a moment and then his eyes widened. "Yeah, but I don't know why."

"Same," Hoseok spoke up, before taking a sip of his drink. "Silver hair though, you were right," he raised his glass in toast to you.

"Seokjin," Jimin said as the leader walked by the group. He started to explain, but Seokjin cut him off.

"I heard," he said with a sigh.

He motioned to the cuffs on your arms before taking his jacket off and wrapping it around his arm. Hesitantly Jimin and Hoseok did the same, Seokjin grabbing a decorative blanket off of the couch, and passing it to you for your own cuff. Once everyone had their interface cuff concealed he continued.

"He was in Bangtan with us."

"So, where is he now?" you asked, a bit too loudly as Jin shushed you.

"He's a smokie now," Seokjin said. "We were all close."

"Why do you remember that but we don't?" Jimin asked, leaning on the edge of the couch as he looked at Seokjin skeptically.

"I don't know," Seokjin said, shaking his head. "I found a letter in my room a few days after we left the hospital. You should have them too."

"A letter from who?" Hoseok asked, definitely too loud as you, Jimin, and Seokjin all shushed him.

"We wrote them to ourselves just in case."

"In case we got into a freak hoverboard accident?" you asked, your tone doing nothing to hide your displeasure with this revelation.

"We didn't get into a hoverboard accident like they said," Jin said, his gaze sharp as it met you.

"Then what happened?"

"Just read the letter," Jin said before taking his jacket off of his wrist, effectively stopping the conversation.

You, Hoseok, and Jimin sit in stunned silence as he walks away, no one feeling much in the partying mood anymore.

Strange. That was supposed to be all you cared about now. Maybe Jimin was right about getting your head checked after all.

You can't find it. You've looked just about everywhere in your room and no letter. You would think Jin was lying except you had a dream last night about Namjoon.

The bubbliest, he said as he placed his own letter in the bottom of his night stand drawer.

You had thought it was your letter for a second but there was nothing at the bottom of your night stand. You thought maybe they, whoever they was, took it from you, but the night stand didn't even look like the one in your dream. No that must have been a memory of Namjoon.

The dream ended as you fell from your hoverboard, watching Namjoon leave you behind. You had yelled ‘he set us up,’ and while you can’t be certain, you have a pretty good idea about who you were talking. Your anger towards him only festers as you continue to look.

Jimin found his, he came over to your's a few hours after you left the party, letter in hand. The two of you read it silently, realizing from Jin's action earlier that 1) this wasn't something you could talk about and 2) that was because someone was listening.

The Jimin that wrote the letter had listed things to try and get "bubbly" but the list was confused-making because none of the things on the list sounded fun. Except the kissing part, which explained the feeling you had the other night when San had kissed you.

As you looked around your apartment you realized there was no way for you to do any of the things. Letter Jimin said pain could clear your mind, but your closet wouldn't produce anything sharp, not even push pins. The door to your balcony had been broken since you came back from the hospital, and no matter how many times you placed an order to have it fixed no one came. San was right, you jumped from that hot air ballon, so they took heights and jumping away from you. Jin even tried to keep you from kissing San, but he hadn't been able to stop him that night.

You're lying on your back under your bed, almost ready to give up, when you see something under your night stand. The paper comes off easily and you almost squeal with joy when you see your handwriting.

_____. This is very bad. What are you doing reading this. Something must have gone wrong. Have you found Namjoon? If not, find him. He'll figure this whole thing out again. He did it once, he makes you bubbly, he'll do it again. You're going to get out of here, because you have to.

It's so vague and the words mean next to nothing to you. You must have thought Namjoon wouldn't leave you behind. He did. There's no finding him to be done.

You're walking to the elevator and taking it to Seokjin's room before you can think better of it. When he opens the door, tears are falling down your face.

"You did this, didn’t you?" you said as you pushed past him into his apartment.

"Yes,” he said, shutting the door behind him. "I'm sorry, I was scared,” he leans back against a distant look in his eyes. “So you remember?”

“I had a dream,” you say, choking back a sob. “I said ‘he set us up,’ and then I’m falling to the ground.”

“I’m sorry,” is all he said in response.

"I'm so scared," you whisper back to him through your crying. "What do we do now?"

"We live," he said, motioning for you to sit on the couch.

"That's it?" you said, shaking your head as you paced around the room. "We just pretend everything is alright?”

"Everything is alright."

"No, it's not. God, you will never be on my side, will you?"

"I am on your side, _____."

"No you're not," you said as you moved to leave his apartment. "You wouldn't do this to me if you were."

"_____," he said calmly, following you to the door.

"Did I love him?" you asked, turning swiftly to face Seokjin as you stood with your hand on the doorknob.

Seokjin nodded his head slowly. "Yes, I think so."

"Eat shit," you said through gritted teeth, as you stormed out.

Every day a new party. As if there's anything to celebrate. As if you haven't been living in fear for months. As if you haven't felt dead to your core for months.

Jimin hasn't touched the drink in his hand, the two of you sitting side by side as the party swirls around you.

"I'm not in the mood," you said as you stood up to leave.

"Fizzy," Jimin said reaching for your hand. "At least try."

"No. Not today."

The city swirls around you as you walk back to your apartment. It's a holiday. Today many many years ago the Pretty Committee was formed to bring the world back to civilization and now everyone is perfect.

Great.

You try not to show your clear disgust as you make you way back to your apartment. It's bad enough that Namjoon is definitely not coming back to get you, but now you have to pretend to be happy about the surge and the way you can't piss without someone listening to you through the cuff they put on you.

You would rather die.

At first you think you were exaggerating, but then you mull the idea over in your again and you think it's not as bad as you had first thought.

You wonder if they would try to make a corpse Pretty. You think they actually might try and that scares you.

You know you mean it, that dying would be better than living like this. You know that's why you've memorized the code to Seokjin's apartment, the one you enter after you get out of the elevator on his floor. Unlike you, He has balcony access and you've thought about it a lot.

You pass by a mirror on your way to the balcony and stop for a moment to look at yourself. You look perfect, just like everyone else. There isn't a flaw on your face, not a wrinkle on your forehead, not a split-end on your head.

So why aren't you bubbly? Why is this not happy-making?

You used to lie awake at night dreaming of the day you would look like this.

You should have snuck out of your dorm and run to the ruins with Sorn. You should have never let them do whatever it was they did to you.

You hope Namjoon figured it out like he said he would. You hope he made it to the Smoke and together they'll think of a way to solve the Pretty Problem.

The air is colder than you remember as you step out onto the balcony. It feels nice.

It's one step onto the ledge and then another. That's all it is.

He lives so high up.

Don't look down because then you won't do it.

One more step.

Then two sets of arms are around you, so tight you feel like you can't breathe, as they tackle you to the balcony floor. You're screaming and crying, thrashing in their arms, and when a flash of silver appears in the corner of your eye, you know they've done it again.

Specials. Couldn't they just let you die?

"Oh, _____. Don't cry. We've got big plans for you."

#bts fanfic #namjoon fanfic #namjoon writing #namjoon au #rm fanfic #bts dystopian #bts au #namjoon imagine #namjoon reaction

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peachesandfiction · 4 years

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Sleepless Night of a Pink Flower

Pairing: Elkie x Female Reader

Word Count: 1k

The phone shook in your hand as you held it to your ear. The ringback tone echoing in the night, your eyes watching the moon high in the sky. For a moment, the world froze before your pulled the phone away from your ear. “This is ridiculous, it’s too late to call,” you muttered with your thumb hovering over the red button.

“Hello,” her voice faintly called from the bright screen. Your heart stopped, your thumb pulled itself away and rested back against the side of your phone. Slowly, you pressed it against your ear again, she called out again, “Hello? Are you okay?”

Your words stumbled, “Hey, yeah, everything is fine.”

She sounded tired, but concerned as she asked, “Okay, why are you calling so late?”

“Sorry, I just- I had that dream again. I didn’t realize it was so late, but you were the first-”

“Come over,” she interrupted you, placing silence over your lips. “Actually,” she spoke quickly, “I’ll come to over there, it isn’t safe for you to go out alone at this time.”

“It isn’t safe for you either,” your voice sped up in worry as you pressed the phone closer to your ear.

“I’ll be fine,” she reassured, not giving you a moment to answer. The line went silent before your home screen popped back up, shining against your cheek. You continued to watch the moon, almost pressing your hope into its light as you clutch your phone to your chest now.

You shook your head in ridicule, letting the device drop down onto the top of your desk. Your mind questioned what you had just gotten yourself into. With a skipping heart beat, you wondered what would happen once Elkie was there. Then your feet began to hurry back and forth across the room.

Your pacing had stopped the moment you heard the lock of your door click. Elkie hurried in, locking the door behind her and dropping the key you had given her along with her purse and coat on the table next to the front door. Her eyes locked onto yours from the open door of your bedroom. The wood beneath her feet creaked as she hurried over, arms wrapping quickly around you. You hadn’t even noticed the flower in her hand; you were too distracted by her presence. She gently rocked you back towards the softness of your mattress, but with a fast beating heart, you pushed her away. Her eyes were wide, left in shock, but you just shook your head, “I-I don’t want to go back to sleep.” Embarrassment creeped in the color of red on your cheeks as you watched the floor beneath you.

“That’s okay, how about we go to the living room,” she suggested, tugging gently on your hand with her free one. You let her lead you towards the couch that rested in the corner of the living room. She eased you onto its cushions before sitting next to you, spinning the flower reluctantly between her fingers. In the silence, she finally held the flower up, holding it towards you. Her voice was shaking as she spoke, “I got this for you.”

“For me,” you asked, letting her drop the pink, soft petaled flower into your palm, “why? I mean thank you.” Your fingers wrapped around the bright green stem.

“It was pretty and reminded me of you,” her eyes turned towards the window, now watching the stars. The moon was just out of reach in the corner of the window’s frame.

A smile graced your face at the thought of Elkie finding you as pretty as the flower. You told her again, “Thank you.”

As you spun the flower, distracted by its petals, Elkie took her eyes away from the twinkling lights to find them replicated your eyes. Before she knew what she was doing, she had taken the flower, resting it on your lap before filling your hands with hers now. Her palms tingled in excitement as she pressed them against yours.

Your eyes widened, your breath becoming shallow as you began to ask, “what is go–” but then Elkie’s lips had pressed ever so gently against your cheek.

Pulling away and resting her head against your shoulder, she watched the way yours hands intertwined with hers. It felt satisfying, the puzzle she had been trying to solve for weeks was now completed. A smile spread across her lips as she explained, “I was excited that you called me.” Her hair nuzzled against your neck, tickling it. “I had noticed I had wanted to be around you more often lately, but I didn’t know why.” She smiled up at you, her voice confident as she answered, “now I know why.”

“Are you sure,” you hesitantly asked, your heart shaking in emotion, although it was hard to tell if it was in fear or excitement. Then you began to question if your eyes are playing tricks on you, almost believing to be back in dreamland. You body tensed as you waited for everything to melt away and reveal the true horror, but the room stayed still.

Elkie’s arms solidified you as she pulled her hands away form yours and wrapped them around your shoulders. Her soft, warm cheek was pressed against your wet one. Tears escaped from the corners of your eyes, your fingers wiping at them. Her voice was soft, comforting as she reassured you, “You are okay, everything is okay.”

You nodded into the soft sleeve of her shoulder. Your arms reaching to pull her closer. The flower slipping off of your thighs and onto the cold ground below.

Soon your breaths slowed down, exhaustion and sleep blanketing over your mind. Lazily, you pressed your palm against Elkie’s cheek before it fell back into her hand. Your voice heavy and slow, “I know why too.”

Her giggle felt like the caress of her hand as she answered, “that’s good to know. Now I think it’s time to get some sleep.”

She burrowed herself into the crook of your body, pushing you down into the cushions of the couch and resting your head just before the arm of it. Her hands lightly pressed against your slow rising chest. The beating of your heart echoed in her ears before it lulled her to sleep as well.

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girls-scenarios · 5 years

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Mobile Masterlist 2

Look at Unlisted Holiday and Halloween Prompts Here

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

GIRLS DAY

They’re On Tour and Miss You - Fake Snaps by Admin Hails

Reaction to Their Girlfriend Being Famous in the West - by Admin Nan

2NE1

CL Trying to Get You To Kiss Her Again After Your First Kiss - Fake Snaps by Admin Hails

I Heard You Were Looking Like The Moon - A CL Scenario by Admin Kiwi

F(X)

Adopting a Child with f(x) - A Written Reaction by Admin Kitty

Lights, Ready, Action - An Amber Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to You Failing At Being Sexy - by Admin Kiwi

Finding Out The Reader is Dating Luna - Fake Texts by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to Their Girlfriend Winning an Award - by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to Their Girlfriend Wanting to Do It but They’re Not in the Mood - by Admin Kiwi

With You, My Future - A Krystal Scenario by Admin Kiwi

When Will I See You Again? - A Luna Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to Their Girlfriend Being a Fan of Another Girl Group - by Admin Kiwi

Monsters Behind My Eyelids - An Amber Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Hold My Hand a Little Longer - A Luna Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to Their S/O Wanting Matching Tattoos - by Admin Kiwi

Girlfriend Amber Headcanon - by Admin Kiwi

Dating Krystal Headcanon - by Admin Kiwi

All For Her - A Krystal Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to their S/O Tripping Into their Arms - by Admin Kiwi

Werewolf!f(x) Being Protective of their Mate - A Headcanon by Admin Kiwi

All Grown Up - A Krystal Scenario by Admin Kiwi

You Didn’t Know? - A Krystal Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Things Only I Know - An Amber Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Can’t Stop Protecting You - A Krystal Scenario by Admin Kiwi

PRISTIN

Take Me Over - An Eunwoo Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Members Teasing You for Liking Eunwoo - Fake Texts by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to a Fellow Female Idol Flirting With Them - by Admin Kitty

Reaction to You Dating Kyla - by Admin Kiwi

My Little Flower - A Sungyeon Scenario by Admin Kitty

Enchanted to be Yours - A Yehana Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Home With You - A Roa Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Nayoung Asking You to Keep Her Company Because She’s Bored - Fake Texts by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to their Slytherin Girlfriend Being Picked On - by Admin Kiwi

Rena Reassuring Reader with Body Confidence Issues - Fake Texts by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to Their First Time With a Girl - by Admin Kiwi

All Day In Your Arms - A Rena Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to The Reader Inviting Them to a Gala - by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to Their s/o Smoking - by Admin Lee

From the Heart - A Xiyeon Scenario by Admin Lee

Please Never Fall In Love Again: 1//2 - A Yuha Scenario by Admin Lee

Reaction to Their S/O Smoking pt 2 - by Admin Lee

Looking Your Way - A Yuha Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Through The Veil - A Rena Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Pick Me - A Kyulkyung Scenario by Admin Kiwi

See You Again - A Rena Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Girlfriend Xiyeon Headcanon - by Admin Kiwi

Taller Than You - A Roa Scenario by Admin Lee

HINAPIA

Lucky - A Yaebin Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Not Over Yet - A Poly Minkyung and Yaebin Scenario by Admin Lee

Members Find Out Yaebin and Reader Are Dating - Fake Texts by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to Dispatch Leaking a Photo of Them and Their S/O - by Admin Kiwi

Through The Walls - An Eunwoo Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to Catching their S/O Staring at them With Heart Eyes - by Admin Kiwi

CLC

Lost In Your Allure - A Seungyeon Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Elkie Excited to See You - Fake Snaps by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to Doing A Special Stage with the Reader - by Admin Kiwi

Coffee Bean Daydreams - A Yeeun Scenario by Admin Kiwi

I Need U - A Yeeun Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Taking Care of their Sick S/O - by Admin Kiwi

Time For Us - A Seungyeon Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to Someone Flirting with their S/O - by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to Finding Out their S/O is Promoting their Comeback - by Admin Kiwi

A Million Reasons Why - A Seunghee Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to their Idol Girlfriend Fainting Onstage - by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to You Having a British Accent - by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to Their Own MV - by Admin Kiwi

No Cell Phone - An Eunbin Scenario by Admin Kiwi

By Your Side - A Yeeun Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to Having a Curvy Girlfriend - by Admin Kiwi

Me to You - A Sorn Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to Getting a Puppy with their S/O - by Admin Kiwi

I Like It - A Yeeun Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Misunderstandings - A Seungyeon Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Ride This Feeling - A Yeeun Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Girlfriend Sorn Headcanon - by Admin Kiwi

Put On A Show - A Seungyeon Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Yeeun Fake Texts with Idol!Reader - by Admin Kiwi

Just to See You Smile - A Sorn Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Teaching Their S/O One Of Their Dances - Headcanon by Admin Kiwi

(G)I-DLE

Reaction to their Girlfriend Taking Care of Them - by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to Their Members Catching Them Kissing Their S/O - by Admin Kiwi

Crush On You - A Yuqi Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to Having to Take Care of their Girlfriend - by Admin Kiwi

Let’s Ride - A Soyeon Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Blow Your Mind - A Yuqi Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Vampire!(G)I-dle - Headcanon by Admin Kiwi

What We Want - A Minnie Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Successful Fan - A Soyeon Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Shuhua Helping Her S/O Through Finals - Fake Texts by Admin Kiwi

I Know You - A Yuqi Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Mafia!(G)I-DLE’s Reaction to their S/O Getting Kidnapped by their Rivals - by Admin Kiwi

Mafia!(G)I-DLE’s Reaction to their S/O Being Afraid of Them - by Admin Kiwi

IOI (only for members who do not have a group of their own/have gone solo)

Members Teasing You for Liking Pinky - Fake Texts by Admin Kitty

Members Teasing You for Liking Somi - Fake Texts by Admin Kiwi

Love in White Chocolate - A Somi Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Somi Asking You Out - Fake Texts by Admin Kiwi

Members Giving You Advice on Asking Sejeong Out 1//2 - Fake Texts by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to Meeting Their Crush and Mistaking Their Age - by Admin Kiwi

Because I Care - A Chungha Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Girlfriend Chungha Fake Texts and Snaps - by Admin Kiwi

Girlfriend Chungha Headcanon - by Admin Kiwi

Tonight, You and I - A Chungha Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Stay a Moment Longer - A Chungha Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Pay Attention - A Chungha Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Let Me Know - A Chungha Scenario by Admin Kiwi

KHAN

Reaction to their S/O Bringing Home Flowers For Them - by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to Having To Use The Phrase “I’m Your Girl” - by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to Each Other Doing Fanservice - by Admin Kiwi

GUGUDAN

For You, Anything - A Sejeong Scenario by Admin Kiwi

I Want to Get to You - A Mina Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to their S/O Being a Popular YouTube Gamer - by Admin Kiwi

Would You? - A Mina Scenario by Admin Kiwi

APINK

Promise Me - A Namjoo Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Don’t Worry - A Chorong Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Make a Scene - A Eunji Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Girlfriend Naeun Headcanon - by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to their S/O Surprising Them with a Pet They’ve Always Wanted - by Admin Kiwi

T-ARA

All For You - A Qri Scenario by Admin Kiwi

GWSN

No Worries - An Anne Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to Meeting Trainee Fem!Reader and Falling For Her - by Admin Kiwi

Girlfriend Miya Headcanon - by Admin Kiwi

Ocean Muse - A Miya Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to Their S/O Getting Into a Wreck - by Admin Kiwi

Girlfriend Lena Headcanon - by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to Their S/O Surprising Them On Set - by Admin Kiwi

Girlfriend Anne Headcanon - by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to their S/O Being Shorter Than Them - by Admin Kiwi

MISSA

Calling In Love - A Suzy Scenario by Admin Kiwi

WONDER GIRLS

Secret Tape - A Sunmi and Seulgi Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to their S/O Overworking Themselves - by Admin Kiwi

It Was Love - A Sunmi Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Eyes On You - A Sunmi Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Little Love Song - A Sunmi Scenario by Admin Kiwi

GIRLS GENERATION

Jealousy - A Taeyeon Scenario by Admin Kitty

First Youtube Video - A Taeyeon Scenario by Admin Kitty

High School Sweethearts - A Seolhyun Scenario by Admin Kitty

Weekly Idol - A Taeyeon Scenario by Admin Kitty

Not Now - A Taeyeon Scenario by Admin Kitty

I'm Sorry - A Tiffany Scenario by Admin Kitty

You're Mine - A Taeyeon Scenario by Admin Kitty

Possessive - A Taeyeon Scenario by Admin Kitty

Marry Me? - A Jessica Scenario by Admin Kitty

Clumsily Flirting - Fake Texts by Admin Kitty

Someone Call The Doctor - A Sooyoung Scenario by Admin Kitty

Finding Out You Have A Crush on Them When You Haven't Said Anything Yet - Fake Texts by Admin Kitty

Who Will It Be? Pt.1/Pt.2 - A Taeyeon Scenario by Admin Kitty

Stop This Now Pt.1/Pt.2 - A Taeyeon Scenario by Admin Kitty

Please Talk To Me - A Taeyeon Scenario by Admin Kitty

How Much Is My Love Worth? - A Yuri Scenario by Admin Kitty

Taeyeon Gif Reactions - By Admin Kitty

Reaction to You and Sunny Eloping While on Vacation - by Admin Kitty

Taeyeon Flirting With You - Fake Snaps by Admin Kitty

Tiffany Jealous of You and Another Idol Showing Skinship - Fake Snaps by Admin Nan

Reaction to You Failing at Being Sexy At Being Sexy - by Admin Kiwi

Members Jealous over Another Member Hitting on You - Fake Texts by Admin Kiwi

SNSD Teasing you for Liking Tiffany - Fake Texts by Admin Kiwi

Taeyeon Flirting/Confessing to You - Fake Texts by Admin Nan

I’m Not Fine - A Sooyoung Scenario by Admin Kitty

SNSD As Sisters - By Admin Kitty

Perfect For Me - A Jessica Scenario by Admin Kiwi

MTL to be Dominant in Bed SNSD and Laboum - By Admin Kiwi

Something New - A Taeyeon Scenario by Admin Kiwi

When We’re Together - A Jessica Scenario by Admin Kiwi

All Night - A Tiffany Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to their S/O Overworking Themselves - by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to their Cinnamon Roll GF Defending Them When Someone’s Rude - by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to their GF Coming Home Frustrated from Work - by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to their GF Wanting them to Dominate Her - by Admin Kiwi

To Meet You - A Sooyoung Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Burnt Brownies and Warm Hearts - A Jessica Scenario by Admin Kiwi

One Afternoon - A Taeyeon Scenario by Admin Kiwi

GFRIEND

Liking You is What I Do Best - An Umji Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to their Girlfriend Debuting - by Admin Kitty

The Song in My Head - A Yuju Scenario by Admin Kitty

Umji Comforting You When You Think You Aren’t Good Enough - Fake Texts by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to their Girlfriend Having to do a Girly Cover of their Song - by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to their Girlfriend Cutting Onions The Wrong Way - by Admin Kiwi

We Own The Road - A Sowon Scenario by Admin Kiwi

No More Boring Nights - A Sowon Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Life In Color - A SinB Scenario by Admin Kiwi

I’ll Be Happy - A Sowon Scenario by Admin Kiwi

This Road Leads Back To You - A SinB Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Missing Their Girlfriend Who’s On Tour - Fake Texts by Admin Kiwi

Girlfriend Yuju Headcanon - by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to a Surprise Birthday Party from their S/O - by Admin Sara

IZ*ONE

Smile For Real - A Nako Scenario by Admin Kiwi

My Mistake - A Yujin Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Jealous IZ*ONE - by Admin Kiwi

Buenos Aires - A Yuri Scenario by Admin Kiwi

My Sunshine - A Chaewon Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Secret Love - An Eunbi Scenario by Admin Kiwi

My Name on Your Lips - A Yuri Scenario by Admin Kiwi

The Snow in November - A Hyewon Scenario by Admin Kiwi

The Statement - A Wonyoung Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Deeply - A Sakura Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to their Shy S/O’s Habit of Kissing their Knuckles to Say “I Love You” - by Admin Kiwi

The Best - A Sakura, Nako, and Irene Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Girlfriend Chaewon Headcanon - by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to You Teaching Them How To Dance The Waltz - by Admin Kiwi

You Surprise Me A Lot - A Wonyoung Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Eyes On Me - A Sakura Scenario by Admin Kiwi

I Want to Get Closer - A Nako Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Everything - A Yujin Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to Being Forced to Break Up with Their S/O Because of Their Career - by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to 13th Member!Reader Teasing Them in Front of the Cameras - by Admin Kiwi

Pretty in Orange - A Chaewon Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to Having a Shy S/O - by Admin Kiwi

Girlfriend Yuri Headcanon - by Admin Kiwi

Close to Perfection - An Eunbi Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to Younger Sibling!Reader Admitting They Miss Them After an Argument - by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to Their Girlfriend Serenading Them - by Admin Kiwi

Like This - A Yujin Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Something Close to Perfection - A Chaewon Scenario by Admin Kiwi

According to Plan - A Hyewon Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to their S/O Having Abs - by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to their S/O Sticking With Them and Believing In Them Through the Scandal - by Admin Kiwi

Lovesick - A Wonyoung Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to Watching a Horror Movie with Their Crush - by Admin Kiwi

Time and Time Again - A Nako Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Play Favorites - A Poly Hitomi and Yuri Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Another Chance - A Hitomi Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Play Pretend - A Minju Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Maybe It’s Not So Bad - A Minju and Yujin Fanfic by Admin Kiwi

Members Teasing Reader for Liking Hitomi - Fake Texts by Admin Kiwi

CHERRY BULLET

Reaction to Playing the Pocky Game with their Idol S/O on a Show - by Admin Kiwi

Reaction to the Reader Shyly Confessing with a Letter - by Admin Kiwi

Our Futures, Together - A Yuju Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Always By Your Side - A Mirae Scenario by Admin Kiwi

LABOUM

Reaction to their Girlfriend Surprising them During Practice - by Admin Kiwi

MTL to be Dominant in Bed SNSD and Laboum - by Admin Kiwi

BROWN EYED GIRLS

Loving is Easy - A Miryo Scenario by Admin Kiwi

Dangerous You - A Gain Scenario by Admin Kiwi

BRAVE GIRLS

Reaction to Their S/O Goofily Trying to do the Rollin’ Choreo - By Admin Nan

9MUSES

A Light in the Dark - A Lee Sem Scenario by Admin Kiwi

PIXY

Always By Your Side - An Ella Scenario by Admin Kiwi

PART ONE - PART THREE - PART FOUR

#mobile masterlist #mobile links #masterlist #girl groups #kpop girl groups #scenarios #reactions #fake texts #fake snaps #headcanons #kpop masterlist #girl group masterlist

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beyond-the-city · 5 years

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Works in Progress

Story Progression: Planning -> Writing -> Editing

BTS

Min Yoongi Mellifluous | vampire au | fluff, violence, suggestive smut

A Cup of Coffee | Editing, 100%

Dangerous Game (M) | A Talk (ft. hoseok) | … Vampire? | Planning

4 drabbles for now

Married to the Music | idol, soulmate au | fluff

Oneshot | Writing, 70%

Park Jimin

Hit Me Baby One More Time | cam girl & phone sex operator reader | comedy, smut

Oneshot | Writing, 50%

Not Just Another Tourist | werewolf au ft ot7

Oneshot | Planning, 70%

Teenage Dream | f2e au

Oneshot | Editing, 80%

Kim Taehyung The Flower Girl | exchange student au | fluff, smut

3 segments | Writing, 35%

My Angel | fallen angel au | angst, mature

Oneshot | Writing, 90%

Jeon Jungkook Make It Right | idol exes au ft. ot7, monsta x

Probably oneshot | Writing, 20%

OT7 You Never Walk Alone | idol au | fluff

2 segments | Writing, 30%

NCT

Lee Taeyong

Seasonal Affairs | fake lovers, university au ft. 18/ot21, chungha, soyeon & soojin ((g)i-dle), yves (loona), elkie (clc), e:u & yiren (everglow), + OCs | fluff, angst

8 chapters | Writing, 60%

Qian Kun Missed Connection | store clerk au ft. ten | fluff, angst

Oneshot | Writing, 40%

Jung Jaehyun

Pretty Boy | unrequited love, slice of life au ft. various idols | fluff, angst, mature

6 drabbles at the moment | Writing, 20%

Dong Sicheng Players | bad boy au ft. wayv, mamamoo | fluff, smut, angst

7 or 8 chapters | Writing, 40%

GOT7

Kim Yugyeom

Flight Log | slice of life au | fluff

Oneshot | Planning, 70%

Social Media Scenario Progression: Planning -> Writing -> Inputting

Cover Me - Min Yoongi (BTS) | idol au | fluff | Inputting, 0%

Concert - Johnny Suh (NCT) | idol au | fluff | Inputting, 0%

#WIPs

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sunshinechii-scenarios · 6 years

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Black Dress

This is 100% titled based on the not so recent CLC comeback. I’m shaking I love girls oof. Okay so long story short I started this in like February. ITS JULY ALMOST AUGUST. It’s been chilling in my docs but I”ve been a little iffy on posting it bc its not v pure like on a scale f 1-10 this is like a 6. I PROMISE IM A CHILD OF GOD. Sunni if you read this (please don’t) I”m gonna apologize now. I wanna thank @justsomekpopstuff and @softhaos for helping me edit and change some stuff up! I honestly love them to bits omg - Chii

✿ Seventeen’s Jun x Female!Reader ✿ Fluff & Suggestive content ✿ 2.5k words ✿ Not requested ✿ Written by Chii

I made the following divider so please don’t take it or use in your own posts, thank you .- Chii

You were blessed with a brain like no other and the world knew it. Placing first in your graduating class of Technology and snagging first place in the worldwide hack marathon, you were someone everyone knew about. Your brains went unmatched to anyone. While you were in your 6th year of university, your family went MIA on a vacation. That was when you realized you were a target of gangs. They never came back, you held your own funeral for them. Distant family came to visit but none made effort to talk to you. The person they blamed for all of this was you. Heartbroken and full of rage, you joined CLC. They hadn’t targeted you like the others and that was enough for you to trust them when you had no one else to. They took you into their arms and let you into their home. They became your family. Since you had joined, no one had been able to get into their system and building. You programmed traps into the building, and you helped them rise. You were immensely proud of your work. So, when Jun and his group who was so keen on stealing one of your blueprints to the EXO building, you cursed at them. They aimed to steal the Lotto Diamond and did, of course with your help. You wanted to get your blueprint back and leave a little bug in their system that would cause Chan to rewire the system he’s been working on for the past few months.

"Is this even going to work?“ You said to Sorn who was zipping you up. You felt the cold metal up your back, sending a shiver down your spine.

"They tapped into our earpieces. You’re the only one who knows the building and members by heart,” she said as she patted your back, signaling that you were done. You saw the other girls enter in with a few bags. You didn’t know if they contained guns or makeup, you were equally scared of both.

“Not to mention, all of us been out on the field. You’re the only one he doesn’t know,” Seunghee said while she opened one of the bags and pulled out a box then handed Seungyeon something.

“If you say so,” you turned to Seungyeon who was now holding what looked like a pink egg made of sponge in her hand, “what’s the plan?"

"Just get your way into Jun’s room,” she signaled you to tilt your head up to her, “keep him and his guards occupied. We’ll sneak into their main room and steal the blueprint back,” she continued to speak as she did what you could only describe as hitting your face with the wet sponge.

“Blend it into her neck and you won’t need powder, it’s self-setting,” Eunbin said as she tied her hair up into a ponytail. She then picked up a thin, rectangular box and a few brushes.

“Close your eyes.” You listened to her as she poked at your eyelids.

“How do you expect me to keep him occupied, Seungyeon?” You raised your brows but put them back down when you heard Yujin to tell you so.

“Jun is a man who likes his woman. Every few times a week he gets some escorts,” Yujin said. Your eyes opened and the three girls around you stepped back.

“Are you telling me to have sex with him?!” You expressed your words with your body but that caused you to lose your footing when you crossed your arms and stood as straight as you could with the heels on your feet. You waved your arms to get some balance. Sorn grabbed your arms and held you.

“Thank you,” you said to her. You looked back at Seungyeon.

“You made me mess up! Sit back down!” Eunbin pushed your shoulders down to make you sit. You closed your eyes again and the tickling feeling returned only to be replaced with a sharper feeling along your eyelid by your eyelashes.

“I’m asking you to keep him busy. You can straight up knock him out and fake some moans. You can open your eyes now. Smile for me!”. Yujin said and she used a brush to applied god knows what to your cheekbones. Eunbin hi-fived Seungyeon and looked at you with a smile before going off to the other bag and opening it. They loaded the guns inside and it made you nervous.

“I’m sure his guard are used to hearing those anyway.” Your eyes widened at Elkie’s statement. Everyone paused and laughed.

She smiled at you before rummaging for a specific lipstick. She told you to form an ‘o’ with your lips as she applied a lipstick that was dark and red, it felt like it was drying.

“If Jun doesn’t think you’re the walking definition of sin, I don’t know what’s wrong with him.” Sorn handed you a mirror and you gazed at the person in it. Eunbin offered your hand as you stood up.

“Finishing touch.” She motioned for you to put your hands out and she put a gun into them.

“I use my fingers to type not to shoot guns, I barely know how to use this,” you said as you looked at her, dumbfounded and scared of the thing.

“You had the training plus we only want to steal it our blueprint back, they can keep the diamond,” she said.

“You’ll do great,” Eunbin said as she put a gloved hand on your exposed shoulder.

"Uh. Escort for Jun from Nu’est Co,“ you said to the man in the front desk. He eyed your figure as you stood there, uncomfortable with his wandering eyes. Thankfully, he didn’t ask for any confirmation from you as he spoke into his ear piece while you stared at the silver cross that rested on the shell of his outer cartilage. You recognized him as Joshua Hong, fluent in Korean and English. You started at him, his body was ideally fit for something like assassination and not at a desk. You heard him chuckle and then get up from his seat to lead you deeper into the mansion. He asked another person to watch the front as he walked you to the large double doors, dark wood with gold handles. Two tall guards stood by it. They stood at impressive heights 6’1 and 6 feet tall, Wonwoo and Mingyu. Anxious, you started to walk slowly towards the door until Joshua’s hand held yours. He bought your knuckles to his lips and gently kissed them. This caused the blood to rise to your cheeks as he started up at you from your hand.

"If he doesn’t satisfy you, I’ll be at the front desk,” he said as a smile played on his lips and started to walk away. The doors creaked open and knocked you out of your trance. They started down at you like a prey and that was enough for the click of the heels to be muffled by the hardwood floors becoming plush carpet as you entered the room. You saw Jun sitting at a desk in the corner of the room. He turned to get up and walk toward you. The doors behind you closed and you jumped at the loud sound. A single finger bend as he beckoned for you to come towards him with. You hesitated and he noticed. Jun laughed lowly as he stood up and walked towards you instead. Lightly, he grabbed your waist and pulled you close to him, his finger twisting your hair. Letting go of your hair, he trailed a cold finger down your arm.

He leaned towards your ear, “first time doing this kind of stuff?"

"Yes,” you barely breathe out. He was way too close for comfort, you turn your head away from him.

“Yes, what?” You felt his hand jerk your head back to him. You didn’t know what he wanted, maybe his name?

“Yes, Jun.”

“Ah, no.” His grip was tighter as he pushed you closer and closer to him.

“You will call me sir.” You felt his hands trailing from your knees to your mid thighs, stopping right where the dress ended.

“Uh, okay.” Your mind started to fog over with fear. What if he felt the gun that was a little higher than where the dress ended?

“Repeat after me,” he tilted your head up with a finger under your chin so you could look at either his eyes or his lips. Any direct eye contact was impossible so you looked at his lips as they let out a, “yes, sir.”

“Y-yes sir,” you repeated.

“You’re so cute kitten. I don’t usually give out pet names but I like the way ‘sir’ rolls off the tip of your tongue.” Jun dragged you as he fell back on the bed and then turned you two around. His face disappeared on your right side. The slow breath tickled and caused you to bring your shoulder up in efforts to make it stop. Jun’s cold hands shifted from cold and bitter feeling to warm and inviting as he ran his hands down your arm and down your legs that have been shaved for the first time in months. It wasn’t everyday you ran smooth legs down silk sheets. A feeling inside of you wanted to start to give in but realized you couldn’t cave in so quick. You thought back to the conversation you had with Yujin.

“I’m sure his guard are used to hearing those anyway.” Your eyes widened at Elkie’s statement. Everyone paused and laughed.

He needed to be keep distracted so the girls could do their best finding rooms with the blueprint of the SVT building you gave them and get back your EXO one. Pulling together every little bit of courage you had, you let out a sound that reminded you of how your voice would echo off the tiled walls when you entered the warm bath after hours of your neck and fingers hurting from working on a project for the next mission. A sound of bliss. You felt him shift and smile down at you.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Jun said before going down to bite a small area of your neck. All that ran thought your head was how weird he was to find that sound arousing and if he was borderline insane for biting you somewhere where a bruise would easily show up. The top of his head started to push against your jaw so you turned your head to give him what he wanted, more area to work with. You saw Elkie’s face from in between the window. She gave you a thumbs up and showed you the blueprint in her hands. She quickly slid down and you heard the rustle of bushes. Now that that was done, you needed to get out from under Jun. You raked your mind for an idea but he started to unzip your dress. You panicked. Trying your best to push him away didn’t so opted for kicking him. He moved away and groaned, your heel jabbed his stomach. You wanted to run and jump out the window but you couldn’t. You looked up and saw yourself binded to the headboard.

“What the fuck?!” You screamed out.

“Took you long enough to notice.” He took off his blazer and came towards you again. This time you were able to loosen the heel and swing your leg hard enough for it to come off but it had fell a few inches too far from Jun.

“Feisty. Just like the rest of CLC.” You froze at his words and stopped moving to turn your head to look at him as he put weight on either side of you. His hands by your head.

“Something for your tongue, kitten?” His hand traveled up your leg as goosebumps formed. Never could you have not gotten yourself out of a tight situation but this was an exception.

“What’s this?” His hand trailed up your thigh, under the dress. He pulled out the gun Seunghee gave to you.

“Ah, were you going to use this on me?” He let the tip of the gun touch your lips before throwing it across the room. You glared at him as he laughed.

“Good night.”

“What do you me-” his lips crashed onto yours in a way that would for sure bruise. You felt a small capsule inside your mouth. You tried to thrash him off of you but by the time he was off, the pill was going down your throat. You knew it was a gel capsule as the effects started coming quicker than a regular pill would and you got drowsy. The last thing you saw was Jun smiling as he walked out the room.

You woke up in a familiar room, your room. You quickly sat up and got dizzy. You tried to get up but fell, whatever Jun gave you was stronger than you thought. Seunghee, who was stationed outside your room, ran in. She called the other girls in. Sorn ran in first, she hugged your shoulders. You saw Seungyeon and the other girls.

“We got the blueprint,” Elkie happily said as she sat in the bed, “and you’ve got a few hickies.” You rolled your eyes and fell back on the bed. You covered your face with your hands and felt the makeup still on you. Your skin felt gross and dry.

“Can I get an aspirin, makeup remover and maybe a memory eraser? That was the worst thing I’ve ever experienced,” you said to no one in particular.

"Coming right up! The aspirin I mean,” Sorn said as she jumped off the bed.

"Go take a bath, we’ll get you some clean clothes and leave the painkillers on the nightstand.” You nodded at Yujin’s words and walked to the bathroom with Yeeun’s help.

“You’ll be alright in here?” She said as she started to run the hot water. She started to gently take off some of the makeup with a wipe.

“Yea, thanks.” You smiled at her when she lifted the wipe away.

“I’ll be outside if you need anything.” You nodded and she left the bathroom. You sighed, the sound echoing in the tiled room. You unzipped yourself out of the dress with much difficulty but it came off in due time. Stripping yourself down you saw a line of black by your hip. You got closer to the mirror and made out a few words and numbers. With the mirrors making everything backwards, you made out what the words said in a few seconds.

“Call me.” Jun had the audacity to leave his personal phone number on you in pen.

I need to go to church bye omg also this is reposted bc I FORGOT TO ADD TAGS AND LEFT IT TO SIT IN THE SWAMP CALLED THIS BLOG FOR A DYAAYAYAYAY - Chii

Please don’t claim this as your own and please don’t do anything with it without my permission. If you don’t want it happening to you, don’t do it to others.

#chii #seventeen scenario #seventeen imagine #seventeen smut #jun imagines #jun scenarios #jun smut #its not smut ik but #i cant be too careful #its suggestive???#do u understand mebfchdjk

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wannawrite · 7 years

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Colourless [ pt.1 ]

Wanna One's Park Woojin X Reader [ fem ver ] part one / ? fluff, angst Word count: 2069

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produce 101 masterlist • soulmate! AU • you live in a colourless world and you will until you meet your soulmate, they're supposed to brighten up your life • one day, you can finally see in colour but....he can't the first instalment of the Woojin short fic series 😊 I actually love soulmate AU it makes my heart go haywire lmao rip Actually pretty familiar with this concept, I've written it before for another artist. Not sure how long this one will drag on.....lowkey scared 😬 thaaaank you for requesting this anon, who knows, it might become a series AU for everyone - Admin L

The cola in your mouth nearly went flying out when you heard what your best friend, Jiwoo, had said. Your eyes went cartoon wide and you asked her to repeat what she mentioned. Jiwoo propped her elbows on the wooden picnic table you and your friends sat at for lunch, she rested her head in her hands. A bunch of snickers emitted from the rest of your knowledgeable best friends, causing you to burn bright red. "Ahh, look at her, blushing just at the mention of his name," Jiwoo teased playfully. She truly meant no harm. You scoffed and crossed your arms over your chest. "You guys don't know what it feels like to be suffering like this. All I see are different tones of grey. I trust you guys to choose my outfits for school in the morning." Elkie laced her hand with yours and smiled sympathetically, "We know. We know." Your world was colourless. Literally. You couldn't differentiate colours at all, having no clue what they even looked like. Of course, your friends tried their best to describe the blueness of the sky or the shades of green of the grass as best as they could but it would never be the same as viewing the pigments with your own eyes. All you saw was greys, whites, blacks in varying tones but you couldn't be sure what they represented either. The world from your perspective was bleak, cold and dreary no matter how strong the sun's warm shone on you or how large the flowers bloomed in Spring. You just couldn't see it. And it was all their fault. You had no clue who or where your soulmate was but your line of patience was running extremely thin. Perhaps they don't study at Brand New High School.....the possibilities are endless! This is the universe, anything could happen. That was the mantra that played in your head every single day to remind yourself not to lose hope of finding your soulmate. It was a painful process. Waking up, reminding yourself there was a reason to go put yourself out there, admire your best friends being lovey-dovey with their lovers and then return to your dorm and bawl your eyes out. What was worse that you couldn't place a finger on a face or even the slightest clue of who they might be. This only added to the guilt that chewed on you.

The fact you had once fallen in love with someone else. You see, it started with this boy. The boy who was the same age as you, who studied in the same school, who came from the same province as you, and also the boy who left you. His name was Park Woojin. Woojin was a nice boy, there was no denying that. So, what could he have done to rip your heart out? Well, ever since Freshman year, you had an unholy obsession with the talented dancer, just like all the other newcomers in Brand New High School. He was attractive, well-mannered and most definitely a man of many charms. You were fascinated by him. You felt some unexplained attraction towards him and for a while, you had it wrapped around your head that he was your soulmate. It clicked, it had to. However, the closer you got to him, the less and less likely it seemed. You attempted to sit next to him in class once but was caught and scolded by your teacher. It was humiliating. You scuttled back to your seat in shame. If he was my soulmate, he would feel the pull too. Why isn't he encouraging any of the attempts I'm making? You were angered, to say the least. The two of you seemed to be magnets, the closer you got with the identical ends, the more you repel. You were hurt, confused and upset. Some days, you wondered if you were meant to be single forever and those thoughts only escalated when your friends began finding their eternal lovers. In Sophomore year, you tried a different approach. The tons of confessional comments and questions that were left unanswered on Woojin's old dance blog were all from you. Looking back, you had to admit it was mildly creepy especially since you commented anonymously and Woojin didn't know you personally. Eventually, he replied. His reply left you, and half of the population on campus with their mouths hanging open. anon woojin, I love you so much. I think we're soulmates pxrkw00jin hi, can you please stop leaving such comments? it's making my girlfriend and me uncomfortable. appreciate it if you would just stop There and then, you felt your paper heart tear. Woojin was dating a fellow Sophomore, her name was Naomi. You didn't like her yet you didn't particularly despise her either, kind of bittersweet. She did seem to be a nice person though. Ignoring your friends and their worries, you spent the beginning of your Junior year admiring Woojin from afar. You kept glancing his way or went as far as to wait near the dance studios, claiming you were waiting for a friend. It wasn't like you were stalking them or anything, Naomi's dorm was in the same block as yours. Sometimes you would see Woojin waiting for her outside before walking her to class or something and you replayed those scenes in your head, but you were the person he was waiting for. In your heart, it made sense but in your head, you knew better. You left your secret admirer tendencies and focused more on school, carrying on with your mundane, colourless life. You had everything you ever wanted, why were you thirsting over someone else who wasn't meant for you? ( life advice from yours truly™ ) It was clear that Naomi and Woojin were soulmates. They were happy and so be it. You were done with him. Oh, just how wrong you were. In the midst of Junior year, a huge scandal broke out across campus. One night, Naomi had packed her things and run away from her dorm, leaving a note for her friends. And her boyfriend. It spread like a virus across the school. Park Woojin and Kim Naomi were over with just a note. Naomi was no longer a student at Brand New High School, she had transferred to an overseas institution but never told anyone. Endless rumours were sprouted and there was no end to the gossip. It came as a huge shock, no one could comprehend the issue and honestly, neither could you. They seemed like the perfect couple, maybe too perfect. Just after the majority of the campus recovered from Naomi's departure, Park Woojin packed his bags and left school too. The whole student body was going to combust as student after student formed theories. A part of you broke that day, you were crestfallen but tried to hide it for your sake and for everyone else. That was why Jiwoo's announcement came as a huge thunderbolt. Park Woojin was returning to Brand New High School.

The first time you caught a glimpse of him, you did a double take. Your eyes felt like they were tricking you, your brain playing you into imagining Woojin wandering around campus like good old days. You couldn't tell what colour his clothes or hair were but he seemed to emit joy, happiness surrounded him as he bounded across campus. Another Senior, Kim Donghyun walked with him. The two friends grinned as they talked through their night walk. You had just exited the media centre after staying back to work on a project. You sacrificed your dinner for your grades and your stomach grumbled in protest. It isn't that big of a deal....... ( it is ! you guys must remember to eat and rest properly ! okay? ) I can grab something from the Chinese takeaway place on the way back to the dorms. You realised that Donghyun and Woojin were travelling in the same direction as you, you felt your heart rate speed up. The clutch on your books tightened. Breathe, Y/N, breathe. It's fine. It's all good. Ex crushes are a thing, right? You kept your head down as you shuffled along the path to your dinner, half wishing that Woojin would walk away so you could rein in your feelings that you tried so hard to suppress over four years. You reached for the metal handle the same time as someone else and ended up brushing fingers with them. Hope leapt in your chest. "Oh! I'm sorry!" An apologetic voice said and you looked up to face its owner. Kim Donghyun. Disappointment filled you, there was no way he could be your soulmate, he had already found his other half. You shot him a half-hearted smile. "It's okay." Woojin clicked his tongue and chuckled. "Hyung, you're meant to be the nation's boyfriend. Hold the door for us," he joked and playfully smacked Donghyun's back. Donghyun snickered but pulled the door open and gestured for the both of you to go ahead. You blushed and thanked him. "Hi, I'm new here. My name is Woojin," he introduced, smiling shyly and stuffing his hands in his pockets. He gazed up at the menu that was scribbled on the blackboards. "Have you eaten here before? What do you usually get?" His gaze locked with your own for a few seconds and you felt butterflies roar to life in your stomach. "Oh! My apologies, I didn't get your name." Woojin ran a hand through his thick hair. You placed a hand over your mouth to stifle your giggles. It appeared that Woojin had not changed since his school hiatus, he was still his shy self. "It's okay. I'm Y/N. And I could recommend you a few things....." You tapped your finger to your lip unconsciously, a trait you did when you were deep in thought. Woojin's heart did multiple flips and he didn't know why. His face went scarlet and he was glad when Donghyun stood between the two of you. His hyung started a conversation with you, allowing him to recompose himself. He fanned his face. What's wrong with me? I-I'm going crazy. Nothing's the same since Naomi. I-I......cannot develop feelings for someone. Woojin didn't know what to think.

You ended up grabbing dinner with the two boys instead of just by yourself. Donghyun was definitely the more chatty of the two, he talked non-stop and captured your fullest attention. He was a nice person to have as a friend. Meanwhile, Woojin forked at his noodles and tried to utter a couple of words but he was very lost in his own bubble. Ever since Naomi broke up with him, he was never the same. Though they weren't soulmates, he was in love with her even though they both knew it wasn't healthy. Naomi's soulmate had passed on when he was very young and thus, she never got to meet him and never will. How did she know? Because she saw colours despite not having a significant other. A part of Woojin was jealous of that. At that time, Woojin could not really care less about anything else. He felt like he was in her world when he was with her. He felt complete. Why did she suddenly run away? Nothing added up. Woojin didn't want to have his heart broken again, he strayed away from the world and attended homeschool. Only his closest friends knew what had happened. He was manipulated and tricked into thinking Naomi was his soulmate despite the specific genetic opposing to it. His heart had been taken. Woojin was now afraid of falling in love, he was reluctant to discover who his true love was. A part of him was ashamed that he had fallen in love with someone else other than them. It was sure to sting. So now, when he felt a hurricane of emotions stirring within him when he met you, he wasn't sure what he should do. Fear jabbed at his sides. Woojin wanted to know the truth yet he didn't want to hurt anyone else. It was impossible. He hid his hands away, if there was no contact with skin, you would never know. He didn't want to know. No one had to know. Woojin wanted friends, not a lover. It couldn't be. He couldn't be catching feelings. Not now. Not ever.

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