#eunbi angst
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People say that everyone is connected by a red string of fate. The people we are destined to be with could be close by while some cases the string stretches out.
You have the ability to see other people's red string as well as your own, but in your case you haven't found the person at the end of the string. Time passes and you see that the color red started to fade away, which you didn't mind.
One day while you're working the late night shift at the convenience store when a girl suddenly entered the convenience store. When she reaches the counter she places two bottles of soju and a couple cans of beer. You catch a glimpse of her face, even in that small period of time you saw how beautiful she is. She then hands you her card, and right then and there the two ends of the string meet.
"Sorry, but can I ask what's your name?"
"Kwon Eunbi."
Now, how would you tell Eunbi that both of you are bound to fall in love at the cost of one of your lives?
i'm looking right at the other half of me
[ IZ*ONE's Eunbi x Male Reader Fluff & Angst ]
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This took so long... and finally it's out! Thank you @brokennightmares01 for such a great idea, and I'm sorry I took so long to reply </3 This was difficult emotionally to write. I guess I'm just too attached to Eunbi lmfao
"The fuck are you looking at, cunt?"
Ah, welcome to South Korea, one of the many places in this miserable world where you can just be an adult fresh out of teen years trying to make a living, yet still be bothered by people like this one. You never should have agreed to this ridiculous night shift. There were less of these freaks in the daylight.
You look away from the musty man and give no response. It's how you deal with ninety-eight percent of these situations. It's the safest way to go around it, but also the most dangerous. You never know when you looked or said nothing the wrong way.
11 PM on the clock. Just five more hours to go and you're good, you reassure yourself. Remember, the pay will be much bigger if you go through this shift.
"That'll be a total of 17000 won, sir," you inform the man, looking nowhere but down. Down as you collect the change and the receipt. Down as you pass the money to his hands blackened from dirt and grease.
When he leaves, you feel the relief come back to you. Oh, you're thankful just to live another night. You may hate this world and all the miserable little fuckers in it, but it's no good lying and saying you thought death was the best escape route. No, death would do nothing at best. You have no family, you have little friends. Being dead changes absolutely nothing. Because of that, you just have to hang on the best you can.
It can be pretty hard sometimes.
You hope that there won't be any more customers. You don't have the mood to deal with more rude individuals who don't see you as an individual. You're just a servant to them. Although that's kind of your job, it hurts to see how differently people look at you if you had a different job, looked a little differently.
The bells to the 7-11 ring. A woman enters.
Strange how you knew it was her from the moment she entered. From the moment you caught an eyeful of her pretty face, her pretty smile, you know now that you've finally met her.
It's ruining you. She's ruining you. It should have been a moment of evangelization, finally meeting the supposed love of your life. But what good is there in having one when you know just by looking at the red string, that you could die at the climax of your meeting? That she could die? It's like an indie film with a poor plot twist.
When you ask her her name, she's blunt. Straight to the point; no poorly composed giggle or attempt at conversation. She looks tired—her eyes are swollen with red, from what you guess isn't sourced from just lack of sleep. What was she doing, you wonder, during all the time she hasn't found you? How was she doing?
"Well?" she prompts, rather impatiently.
You realize you've been staring at the red thinning thread between the two of you for too long. The more you gaze at it, the more fear you feel for the two of you. But there comes the love, too; she's like living deja vu. You've seen her before, you're sure. You just can't place where. But she reminds you of a good memory nested in a photo album, a sweet puppy love crush in middle school years. Eunbi is nostalgia, sweetness, affectionateness—all rolled into one pretty girl you meet by chance, who also happens to be your lover.
(Not yet, anyway, but soon.
Soon? You can't love her! If you fall in love with her, she could die. You could die. If you went ahead with this, one of you could just drop dead during a normal date. One of you would be left alone, heartbroken for life. This is a world where there would be no other one for you. No, the crush you had in middle school for whom you tried desperately to match your string with isn't your destiny. Neither was that one-night stand. There's only one for you, molded by whatever came before the world, and she just told you her name. You can't just move on to a rebound.
But you can't just... stop this from happening, can you? It's fate; there's no easy way around it. You're made to fall in love no matter what happens, no matter how short the time you have left is.
So, what should you do?)
"It's on the house," you tell her.
"Don't test me, please," she says tiredly. She's supporting herself by one arm perched on the counter, gazing at you with unamused pupils. "I've had a long night. I just need the beer and you can go your merry little way out of this underpaying convenience store."
Ouch. "Are you usually this straightforward, Kwon Eunbi?"
"Are you usually this desperate for a good fuck?" she counters smartly.
"Y-you're pretty and all," you admit. You have to admit you were not exactly just admiring her gorgeous face, but also her gorgeous body. But you have your morals, and she has hers. You have no intention that strays from wanting to settle this out. "But I don't want to fuck you. I promise."
"Huh." Eunbi smiles, crossing her arms on top of her green sweatshirt. "That's a first."
You push back her credit card, sliding it above the smooth cashier counter-table. "Do guys not, like, do stuff for you without wanting a 'favor' in return?" you ask.
Eunbi shrugs. "I guess. They just think I'm a pretty face with a pair of tits. Nothing more." She slides back her card. Her forced, sarcastic smile warns you to not play this losing game with her—you're tired, she's tired, you both want an easy way out.
"Well then let me be the first."
"And why would you do that for me," Eunbi leans over the counter, looking up at you with a sweetly challenging smile, "mister Nice Guy?"
She's right. What proper answer can you give her without sounding like a creep? What were you supposed to do, anyway? Tell her you're the love of your life who needs to spend all hours of the day with you now before it's too late?
"I guess we'll have to find out," you say steadily.
It's definitely not an answer she expected, but hey, she's smiling. It must mean something.
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"You left your shift just like that?" Eunbi asks, looking back at the 7-11. It's a dark, pitch-black night, and the forest surrounding the area doesn't look too safe. You've ventured in scarier places before, though, so they can give as good as they can, and you'd be unbothered. Working in retail gives you that immunity.
You answer, "Yeah." Unscrew the cork from the soju while Eunbi pops open a can of sizzling beer. The smell mixes in with the natural scent of leaves and ground. Your 7-11 is set in a rather rural part of the city, as ironic and contradicting as it sounds, so the smell of gasoline and smoke is much more distant than one would think.
"Wish I could say that for myself," Eunbi says, shaking her head with a smile. God, she's pretty. She has the cutest, most mischievous-looking smile in the world. And yes, you're pushing through Korea and setting that record for her. Her smile is contained and small, not as wide as your friend Jiwoo's or as timid as Hyewon's, but her eyes slant upwards, adding to the cuteness factor. "Should have ditched that exam the second I saw Professor Bae was in the class."
"You're still in school?"
You can't remember the last time you stepped foot into a college. There's a reason you've been working at 7-11 ever since the first semester: you couldn't pay for it. You saved every penny and dime you could find, yet never got to the needed amount. This girl's lucky to even be attending classes.
Beer drapes Eunbi's plump lower lip as she takes it all in, bottoms up. You can tell she's been drinking for most of her life—she barely struggles for air while she downs the intoxicating liquid.
The can goes down, and her head remains tilted downwards from the back as well. Her eyes are a different story, though. They're hidden far back her eyelids. " Fuck, that always feels so good," sighs Eunbi.
"Careful," you add helpfully.
"Fuck you. Why do you care?"
Because I already love you. Okay, let's settle for "like," just in case you want to take things slow. But I know I love you because I've been searching for you my whole life. Because that's how it's supposed to happen. Because you're so pretty but so fucking lonely that it makes me want to protect you. Because I don't want to leave you when we both need each other, when you probably need more help than I do. Because—
"I don't know," you say. Shrug. "It feels right. Don't you think?"
Eunbi giggles a little. "Yeah, you're right. It sure does."
Suppose since Eunbi's drinking straight from the can, you can drink straight from the bottle. It's been a minute or more since you had soju. And it's... good. Weird, but still good. Drinks like these are on your neither-good-or-bad side. They're just something to fill your stomach when food becomes scarce, or when strength is so scarce you can't eat food around the house.
You would offer some to Eunbi so she can finish it instead of you, but she doesn't look like the type of girl to be able to stomach down a mix of liquids, no matter how "similar" they are. So you hold yourself back.
The forest has streetlights, so you safely go through there. It's not a typical wilderness kind of forest, but one you just like to call as one for the mass of trees. There aren't any animals—just you, Eunbi, and the pregnant moon.
Minutes pass filled with nothing but silence (except for twigs snapping), and finally Eunbi speaks up. "Yeah, I'm in school," she answers. It's probably just to fill the awkward silence, but it's already a step.
"Uni?"
"How'd you know?"
Lucky guess? Lover's instinct? You-or-me-can-die-at-any-given-second-if-we-fall-in-love instinct?
You force a grin. "Just do. Is the drinking because of the exam thing?"
Eunbi's shoulders slump. "Yeah," she says. "But I've been drinking even before that, so don't you worry. I'm an experienced alcoholic."
"Gotcha. I wasn't planning to, though."
Wrong words. Wrong delivery. You picture the frown that would darken her features, but once you look into the bigger picture, all you can see on her face is an entertained smile.
She bumps you, driving you sideways of the road. Shocked, you do the same. But she's stronger than you thought. If she put all her might into it, she can knock you down and send you rolling down the hill. And she almost, almost does, if it weren't for your grab at her arm. From there, you maneuver the force she exerts into nothing but air, pulling her to you. It ends up with her back against your front and her small face right below your chin.
And now, you're staring each other down. Great. Way to go for the first meeting. You got drunk and bumped into each other on purpose then you wrestled her to stay calm. To finish it off, there's this staring contest.
Her long dark hair rounds her face, which displays a challenge: keep your front strong. But it's not easy to when you literally have the prettiest girl you've ever seen pinned to your chest, with her back and bum pressed firmly to your front, and her pretty face looking arrogant and smug in the moonlight.
Stare her down. She looks deeply into your eyes.
One. Two. Three? Four. Then, five—
Eunbi's blink signals defeat. Still looking up at you, with her head tilted backwards, she smiles. "I like you, mister Nice Guy," she says.
"You're not so bad yourself, Kwon Eunbi."
"Hm," she chuckles. She pulls away. "What's next?"
"Mall?" you offer.
To your surprise, she laughs. "The mall? At this hour?" she asks you, just to make sure you aren't kidding or anything.
"Why not? We're both depressed kids trying to survive. Can't we call this a cheat day?"
Eunbi considers this. "As long as I ride shotgun."
"Wait," you say, holding up your hands, "how'd you know I drive a—"
Cold metal meets your palm. Eunbi's holding your ring of keys in place with your hand. Your fingers are curled around each other. Your breath feels nonexistent.
Eunbi bumps the signal button with the heel of her wrist and looks deep into the woods expectantly. Your car then beeps to life, sending a red signal to the darkness and blaring its lights. Your mouth is sore from it being wide open the entire time.
"Lucky guess" is all Eunbi is able to offer as an answer.
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Okay, so the love of your life pickpocketed your car keys and you didn't know until she chose to tell you herself. Wifey material? Probably.
You're on the road, veering through a clear path on the way to your local mall. It's known for having a twenty-four-hour open time, so it's sure to have a majority of its stores open, even at this hour. You can probably spend a lot of time there doing fun stuff.
Eunbi's beside you in the passenger seat. The wind whips her black hair back. She's smiling; that gives you a bit of fulfilment. But then she says:
"You're a terrible driver."
"Oh yeah? I bet you can't drive for shit either!" You have to yell over the gusts of wind entering your rolled-down windows.
Grasslands and trees say hello and goodbye to your side point of view. When you were younger, you tried to say hi to them and goodbye as quickly as you could, knowing the speed of the car your father drove would make it impossible for you to have a proper time with the view. Your dad drank and drove like a maniac, hence your driving.
But you aim not to become the person your father once was.
"Okay, dad!"
Great timing. "I'm not your daddy, Eunbi!" you shoot back. "I'm just saying—"
"Nobody said you were! I said you were my dad! "
"What?"
"Nothing!" Eunbi tosses the empty can outside the window. The world is already polluted as it is. There won't be any harm in littering. "I said you were a shit driver!"
"No, I heard you!" Take a left. The soju bottles almost crash. " Dad and daddy are completely different things, Eunbi!"
"For your porn-addicted self, maybe!"
"I'm... I'm not addicted to porn!" you say indignantly. You've watched some before, but it never grew to an addiction. It's just an occasional source of dopamine on lonely nights. "Just... watch your wording, is all!"
Eunbi scoffs, smirking in disbelief. "Daddy issues?"
The car slows down, but you aren't even near the mall yet. Your shoulders tense. The mention of your father, or anything related to that, makes you feel ill.
Every day that passes, you try to convince yourself that your father only wanted the best for you. That was why he was like that. But you can't come up with a fitting justification, which probably should have made clear to you your father's heart wasn't pure at all.
What's left of it lies in a small urn back at your apartment. You didn't know why you bothered taking home an urn containing the memories of the man who hurt you, who did not look at you as if you were his own flesh and blood.
"Yeah, I think so," you mutter. You start up the car's pace again. No use trying to cover it up; the red is already fading.
Eunbi smiles tightly. "Same here. More on mommy issues, but dad... he was something else."
Laugh a little. "Tell me about it, huh?"
In a fucked up way, you and Eunbi are meant to be. Both of you are tired, both of you have (or had) horrible parents. They say that opposites attract, but love and fate can easily shoot that misconception down, because when you look at Eunbi, you can see your reflection, your self, looking back at you. The swollen eyes, tired face... they all scream you. You wonder if she knows that the two of you are bound to be together. And if she has no idea, how would you tell her?
You get off the car at the local mall. It's a lonely Friday night. Nobody is out here except the store owners and the like. Nothing and no one else.
You walk in, still in your 7-11 uniform: a white polo shirt and a green vest, complete with your name on a golden tag, and Eunbi in her green 1987 sweatshirt.
"Baskin Robbins?" you offer, spotting an ice cream stand just as you enter the building.
"I'd rather get some Sprite," says Eunbi. "But go ahead."
You purchase a birthday cake ice cream in a cup, pay the owner, and sit with Eunbi at one of the tables in front of it. She had bought her Sprite already. She's downing it like water, just like she did to the beer. The owner looks on with obvious concern.
"Are you a sodaholic or what?" you chuckle. You've never seen someone buy so many soda cans.
"It's better than continuing being a miserable drunkard," Eunbi explains. There's a cut on her lip from the sharp metal rim of the can, but if it bothers her, she doesn't show it.
Eunbi leans forward and licks her lower lip. "So."
That can't be a good sign. She looks suspicious. But you pretend that you're not anxious yourself about what would follow this conversation.
"What?"
"What's your deal?" she asks.
"What do you mean?"
"You didn't just buy me drinks on the house without a motive. What's going on here?"
She's smart, you'll give her that. But you have no doubt about her intelligence, although you've only met her an hour ago. There's the folks' tale going around that you know how and who your soulmate is, even if you've never met them before. Maybe the grandmas and grandpas were right.
But the death of the soulmate if they haven't met earlier was not just a mere myth. You've read cases about it. Lost a friend's friend's sister's friend to it. The string isn't exactly strong enough to hold for eternity.
But how can you tell her that? She might not even notice; her end of the string looks strong still, but the rest that connects you to her is already fatally weak. If you're apart for more time, it wouldn't be able to handle it.
"Because you look like you needed it," you say. That's the half of it anyway. "Everyone needs a helping hand sometimes."
Eunbi quirks a brow. "Nothing else?"
Bite your tongue and shake your head.
Eunbi juts out a bottom lip thoughtfully. "Huh." It hasn't occurred to her that it's possible for men to be like that with her. They go feral for her in the classrooms. It's nice to have someone who didn't want to do a nice gesture for her without her body playing a role in that for a change.
"You wanna know something, mister Nice Guy?" asks Eunbi.
"Enlighten me."
"That's the first time I ever felt safe with a guy at night. And yeah, I know about all that BS: 'not all men are the same.' But it's..." She squints emphatically. "Relieving, you know? You don't look like a pervert, you don't look like a fed. You don't look like you'd stuff my body down an acid pond. I feel safe with you."
"That's really flattering, Kwon Eunbi. Thank you."
"No problem," she says kindly. Her smile is a genuine bright lamp that fills the nighttime mall. She gestures to your cup of birthday cake ice cream. "Can I have some?"
And that's where it all began: a 7-11, a broken-down car, and a talk over ice cream and soda. That's how you made Kwon Eunbi yours.
-
Fast forward to a two years and five months. You're still working at a 7-11, a thing you wished would have changed. You still meet up with Eunbi, but this time, it's about something more.
The door bells jingle. She comes leaping in with dance in her skips. "Hey, hotshot," Eunbi greets you in the most unorthodox boyfriend-girlfriend manner.
Chuckle. The strings meet again. But this time, you don't worry about it. You have been with Eunbi for this long. Nothing can take her away from you. The string may be thinning by the day, but the two of you and wake up in the same bed everyday, and it seems like you've beaten all the odds. You're okay. She's fine. All is well.
Eunbi's kiss makes your cheek flush, as if the red on her lips infected the area. "Hi there yourself, Eun," you say. Yep, you're on a nickname-basis with each other. It grew after months and months of playful loving.
"I was thinking we go to the Han River tonight?" asks Eunbi hopefully. Her hands push down on the hard counter while she raises a lower leg to the back cutely. "Just you and me?"
"Why not?" You brush a kiss on her forehead. "After I finish this hour, we can go."
Eunbi smiles. "You know I love you, right?"
"Of course. I love you, too."
Looking back, you should have said that more. You really should have if you knew how the world loved to toy with you. It has to at least be expected, but you trust that everything would go well. It's been a long time since the string of red bothered you; why would you stress over it now?
-
Because of this:
One day, you'll die. You'll die alone. Whether from the fate of the string or natural cause, the only sure thing that will happen to you is death. One day, you'll have to leave her alone. If it's not you, then she will have to leave you.
But you forgot all about that. Right now, you've brought your mic and laptop to the side of the river, and you're both singing your hearts out.
Well, she is. Eunbi is an amazing singer. You found out about that when she volunteered to sing at the bar. She sang a self-composed song she sold to Woollim Entertainment, one of the leading mid-sized companies in Korea: Amigo.
"You seriously don't know how this song goes?" asks an offended Eunbi, glaring at you when you blank out halfway through the tune. "I thought you loved me!"
"Shut up and do the rap part!"
"I'm not Babysoul, you little shit!" Eunbi says, panickedly looking at the upcoming lyrics of the rap break. Rapping is not her forte.
"But you are my baby," you point out. "Now go do it, baby. Rap for me."
Eunbi cringes. However, she's laughing. "You're so ridiculo—"
Her words never find their way out.
Eunbi starts to choke. You immediately go over to her, trying to keep her steady. But she's already fallen to the ground, unable to get up. Her eyes look straight to the empty, dark blue sky, but never at your face floating above hers.
"B-baby—" she chokes out. Coughs and gags squeeze their way out from her chest. "I can't, I can't, I can't—"
"Did you swallow something, hon?" You're stuck. You don't know what to do. "Look at me, look at me, Eunbi. Please."
You hold her face in your hands and lift it up. But then you see the string that once connected the red thread from you to her. Your lifeline. It's snapped; blunt yarn-like strands disconnect your thread from hers. It can never be tied up again.
No.
Eunbi hasn't choked on anything. She's simply dying, just like how the fate of the string has foretold. It's her time to leave. You were let go, while she's taken in your place.
Somehow, she knows that, too. "I want to live," Eunbi confesses. Her eyes are two dark oceans of sadness. "Please, baby, I can't die yet. I want you here with me. Please."
You shake your head. "You're not going to die, Eunbi," you lie through your teeth. You lift up her black hair to your thigh so she can breathe properly. "I'll call the doctors, you want that? Just hold on for me, please."
"No, don't go!" sobs Eunbi, grabbing your thigh. She's crying loudly. She climbs onto your lap and hugs you with her shaking frame. She suddenly feels worryingly thin and light. "Don't leave me, don't leave me, please don't leave me."
"You're going to make me cry, pretty girl," you sob. "I can't call for help if you don't let me go."
"Please, please stay with me. I don't want to die. But everything..." Eunbi blinks twice. "Everything is so dark. I'm so alone."
That strikes a chord in you. Eunbi has talked and joked about death plenty of times, but now that she's on the brink of it, she doesn't want to give in. She can't give in.
You pull her closer and hug her hard. You begin to rock her like a doll as she grows more limp in your arms. "You're not alone. You have me, remember? I'm here. I'm going to take care of you. Remember when we first met, baby? You do? We went to that mall, right, and ate ice cream? You want to do that again?"
"Oh... oh yes, please," whispers Eunbi, nodding. But she's still not looking at you. Aside from that, her voice is incredibly weak. Her shoulders indicate the effort it takes for her to speak.
"Then you have to fight for me, Eunbi. You have to stay strong. You have to let me go so I can call someone who can help and we can do that."
She starts whimpering. "Why is this happening?" she sobs. "I just want to be okay. Why is it... why is it..."
Why is it like this?
Why does it have to be like this?
You don't tell her. Not at her last moment. On her last seconds left, you cradle and kiss her. You tell her of all the things she does and is that make you smile, of the funny moments the two of you shared in this lifetime. You tell her that if there is a next life, you'll be there with her. It wouldn't matter if you were a worm and she was the bird; you'll find a way to make it work. And oh, Eunbi, I love you so, you tell her, from the moment I first saw you. From the moment you sassed and insulted me, I knew we were meant to be. You're forever mine.
But you're wrong. The breath leaves her lips. Her soul has left. She's in another world now, where she's no longer yours.
It's over.
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Monday of Appreciation: Part 82
Hello everyone, Smite here!
No matter if you celebrate Easter or any similar holidays, I hope you had a great weekend with lots of talks, games, fun, food---whatever you like! I surely enjoyed myself (and ate WAAAY too much), so I'll gleefully drop a couple of fics here, while also telling you to listen to all the new songs that dropped!
Update: Thanks for smashing all my Note goals! It was a blast writing these fic. Another fic will be released later this week ;)
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@iznsfw: I'M LOOKING RIGHT AT THE OTHER HALF OF ME ft. Eunbi (angst)
Thank you, IZ, for reminding me of this great song!
Fuck you, IZ, for making me bawl my eyes out with this short, effective love drama. I knew it would crush me, but I couldn't avoid it. Man, I love you, your stuff is great <3
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@sinswithpleasure: Tuesdays With You ft. Eunbi (female Reader)
Another Eunbi fic? You're goddamn right! This time with the twist of you being a female reader. We still have the Sins-Special-Squirt-Scene (S4), which is maybe mandatory (he must have signed some kind of contract for that) but nontheless very nice. Drink it all, drink Eunbi!
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@capslocked: Decaf ft. Tzuyu
I might not like coffee but I sure as hell like Tzuyu and her hand snaking down my body. Oh, and I also really like Caps' writing style. It had me yearning throughout the fic, the teases, when Tzuyu does not say it ("pls, say it", I was literally begging myself). Y'all need to stop or I'll lose my professionalism while reading smut ts
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@lustspren: Starboy Ep. 3: Earned It ft. Kazuha
Dude, sex. Just sex. Sunmi, Tiffany, Heejin -> Kazuha. I want them now! I'd literally bark at my neighbor for them (look at me losing my mind over y'all sigh)
Woof, woof!
#mondayofappreciation#kpop smut#izone smut#le sserafim smut#twice smut#tzuyu smut#eunbi smut#eunbi angst#izone angst#kazuha smut#girl group smut#female idol smut#female reader smut#male reader smut
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i*zone
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bf picks them up and carries them bridal style
bf is mad
saying they regret their relationship
imagines
wonyoung
in-store
a little bird
finally
complicated
soulmate au
eunbi
glad to work with you
mutual misunderstanding
you’re the one for me
universe is against me
minjoo
love hurts
biggest regret
confession
hyewon
pep talk
don’t eat my food again
gf! hyewon
chaewon
won’t stop staring
quick kisses
always cute
#izone#kpop#kpop imagines#kpop scenarios#kpop fluff#kpop angst#kpop reacts#kpop reactions#izone imagines#izone fluff#izone scenarios#izone reacts#izone reactions#wonyoung#eunbi#minjoo#hyewon#chaewon
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Ah, thanks for the compliment author! ☺️ But I could never be as good of a writer like you! Besides, I really enjoyed that Irene and Seulgi piece, especially with the multiple endings!
Anyways, here’s another prompt for another headcanon, but this time for a Royal AU with Kwon Eunbi. Hope you enjoy! And please and thank you in advance!
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Queen Eunbi? It seemed like just a few days ago she was Princess Eunbi, some low-ranking member in the Royal Court.
Well, at least she was, before she decided to stage a coup, violently disposing of the Royal Court, the loyalists to the monarchy, and the Royal Family.
Your family.
But she didn’t manage to execute you, the last legitimate heir to the throne.
She’s managed to pull the rug out from under you. Your family, your friends, everything that you’ve known gone in an instant, your life upended overnight.
An empire at your feet and you’ve lost it all.
And now she’s searching for you. Reports from your last remaining loyal servants have suggested that she’s not looking to kill you if it meant risking making you a martyr and causing the people to rebel against her. No, she’s looking to either force you into marriage to legitimize her consolidated power. Or, if you don’t comply, she’ll turn you into her political prisoner.
Maybe living in a palace has made you soft. Harsh words? Perhaps. But be honest, do you think you deserved it? If you had been a little more vigilant, maybe you would still have a family and a throne.
So, what’re you going to do about it, your Imperial Majesty? How will you make your mark on this wretched world? Will you go along with Eunbi’s plan? Or will you take back what is yours by force?
Careful. Whatever you do will have a ripple effect for years to come. So choose wisely.
Kwon Eunbi headcanon - Royal AU! - Royal! Reader trying to take back the empire from Queen!Eunbi
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Royal!Eunbi X Royal!GN!Reader
The plan
The world how you knew it was now gone
One night was enough to transgorm you from claimant to the throne to a fugitive
A lump in your throat while you think to all people you lost few days ago:
Your family, your friends, whoever was on your side
You have seen death them by the hands of Eunbi
A a person whose existence you sometimes forgot
But from now you will never forget about her, nor you will forgive her
It could be the last thing you will do, but you will have your revenge
But you can't beat an entire empire alone
Luckily you are not alone, because you have still few friends you can rely on
Humble but loyal people
You knew them since your childhood and even now even now that so many years have passed, you can still count on them
You never stopped writing letters to them and sending castle resources when they need it
So, when that night you managed to escape from the castle and you knocked on their door, they didn't hesitate to let you enter
Now you are still there and they are all with you: Yena, Yuri and Chaeyeon
You could have been too soft maybe in these years, but you are always been the best in making strategies.
So after spending an entire night making a plan, the next day you were ready for action.
To the castle
The first part of the plan was the easiest: enter the walls
In fact Chaeyeon everyday deliver straw for the animals of the castle, so the guards should let her enter with her cart
A cart where you and the other two were hidden
At the big front door the guards searched the cart, but they had found nothing because you were hidden under the double bottom
So Chae left you in the yard and went away, done with her part of the plan
Now that you three were in, the second part could start
Chaos
To sneak towards Eunbi position you needed a distraction
And the best one to make a fuss is for sure Yena
Like, she's not a bad girl, but she's really innocently chaotic, if it makes sense
So while you and Yeri were hidden in the first storage space you found, Yena started running, screaming, singing and other 100 noisy activities that attracted almost all the royal guards to her
Honestly it was fun watching that little bean escaping with no difficulty from a mob of men armed and twice her height
But you can't waste precious time, you needed to take advantage of the distraction
Her
You and Yuri left Yena on her mission, confident of the fact that she would have managed to escape
You two ran in castle with agility, thanks to your knowledge of the castle and of the laws
In fact you remember clearly that only someone with blue blood can love in the royal rooms
Or someone married with someone with blue blood
Thus Eunbi should have been in old, low-ranking member of the Royal Court room, even though she has the power now
That's the reason she's searching for you in all the realm
But you were far few minutes to her
At the beginning of hallway of the Royal Court member you separated with Yuri
She stood there as a lookout
Before parting you gave her your trusty sword, because she needed to defense herself
After all you didn't need it, you had with you the dagger that your grandfather gave to you the day you became an adult
You and Yeri hugged tightly, you knew that you can count on her, but can't help to worry for her
Just watching in her eyes remembered you the feelings that you had for her since you were a child
But now there was no time for that
That was the time for your vengeance
So you started walking slowly towards Eunbi room, the last on the right
Silently you turned the knob and walked in
She was there, sat with her back turned
She was brushing her hair, unaware of your presence...
...or at least that was what you thought
"Well, look what the cat dragged in. My favorite claimant to the throne" she said looking at you through a mirror in his hand
The thing surprised you, but not too much because the situation was still the same: you two were alone and you were armed and her not.
"Yah, Kwon Eunbi, how dare you speak to me when you still have the blood of my family on your hands?" You loudly shout to her
"Don't worry, Y/N, I washed my hands, I'm a clean person, you know? So, So... what brings you to my "humble" establishment? You finally decided to turn yourself in?" She said looking directly at you this time
You laughed impressed by her boldness, "You would like. No, you filthy traitor, I'm here to end you here and take back what's mine".
With saidyou closed the distance that separated you and now the blade of you dagger was on her neck. "Do you have any final words?", you asked her, ready to do what was needed.
"Oh, actually yes: don’t you ever get tired of failing?", she didn't have the time to finish her question that from behind you someone entered in the room.
It were Yuri and Yena, both with their hands tied and with a sword pointed at them. Behind them, wielding the sword, a royal guard and... Chaeyeon?
"Chae, what are you doing? Are you crazy?" you asked her baffled. "Shut up, Y/N! You know nothing", she answered with sad but angry eyes.
While you were distracted talking to your former friend, Eunbi took the opportunity to steal your weapon.
"Thank you for the gift, Y/N! However I know something instead: in fact this smart girl yesterday night contacted me through one of my spies and informed me about your silly plan". Said Eunbi, this it was her placing the blade of the dagger on you neck.
But at that point that was something secondary. "But why? I thought we were friends, Chae!", you asked, in the verge of cry.
"That's what YOU thought! You always put me in the last place, Y/N. Since we were child. Yena was your bestfriend, Yuri was your crush, and I? I was the other one, I was useful only to not be in an odd number. I always thought that it was a child thing, you were immature, but you are still the same. Yesterday when you came to our house I was the last one you said hi. That's why!, she ended her discourse, shouting at this point.
"Yes, very sad. However", Eunbi at this point has got your back against the wall, "time to finish this drama! Here's the deal: guard, take these two rascals and put them in prison for a few days, then throw them out", she said looking at the guard.
Now she was looking at you with a strange glare. "And as far for you, now that you're here you will marry me so my power will be officially recognized by the laws. Lucky me, you are stupid, but you are hot!".
She kissed you with passion, to claim her property. On the other hand you didn't resist, probably heartbroken over too many betrayals in so little time.
Your plan failed. Now a future as the partner of the usurper was waiting for you. Is that the end of your story?
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snatched | JJK
Jungkook x reader
smut | angst | fluff
warnings: smut, cheating, homewrecking, unprotected sex, dom!jk, corruption kink, daddy kink, missionary, riding/cowgirl, age gap, slight innocence, virginity loss, dirty talk, bigtitties, big!dick jk, choking, size kink, bleeding, angst, mentions of after sex pain (poor reader 😔), aftercare, fluffy end, crazy shit
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You loved your plushies so much, they were your best friends. You took your plushie collection pretty seriously, and as you should because plushies are the best things ever.
You care about them so much that you find yourself turning their body’s around, making sure that they weren’t facing the direction of your bed. You didn’t let them see the acts that were soon going to be committed on your bed.
Your roomate eunbi wasn’t home at the moment, leaving you to roam around freely.
You loved the space you had to yourself, you loved being in your own mindset, but you did find yourself becoming lonely. You never really had friends to hang out with, and you never had feelings for any other person romantically, which was something people your age are interested in.
You never felt trust in people to connect with them in such way. It stayed like that all your life, until the day you let your roommates boyfriend take your virginity.
“Looks so big in your small cunt.” He moans out loud as your pussy clenches around his long thick cock, making him hiss and pound into your tight cunt harder and faster than ever before.
Tears escape your eyes and roll down your flushed checks, the pleasure and satisfying feeling of your pussy being drilled into was too much for you to take resulting to your tears.
“Small cunt was made to get used by me, fuck. You like it yeah? You like when I fuck you baby? You’re such a good girl.” He pulled out of your messy pussy and gave your pussy a slap making you let out a cute yelp.
You were a cute little thing, all fucked out under him, looking like a doll. You were a doll, you were a fuck doll for him to corrupt. You were his, he owned you, he marked you as his very own the second you decided to let him take your purity.
“Come sit on it baby doll”
You did as you were told. Weakly nodding as you made your way to his lap where his dick was standing hard and tall, waiting to be fucking your aching hole again.
“Ride me princess, show me how much you love this cock” he growls in your ear as you sink down on his length, letting out a breathy whimper at how full you felt by just sliding the tip in. He was so big.
You bounced up and down his member, thighs shivering due to the fact that your pussy was getting split into, but you loved it. You can’t help but smile at the fact that you had him inside of you at the moment, catching yourself smiling at the thought of having him to yourself at the moment.
“Feels so good daddy” you put your arms around his neck, your huge boobs now in his face.
He gives your nipples a few licks with his tongue, he then wraps his muscular tattooed arms around your waist and fucks up into you. The tip of his dick hitting spots in you that had you closing your eyes and letting out pleasure filled screams that had him wrap his hand around your neck to shut you up, not knowing that him doing so brought you to your high.
“You’re so filthy princess.” he chuckles out, his thrust getting sloppy as he’s close to his high as well.
It wasn’t long until Jungkook filled up your pussy with his cum, not caring about the consequences unprotected sex had. He was a good guy, he really was. You were just too fucking cute not to fuck.
He didn’t pull out of you, instead keeping his cock inside of you so you were stuffed with him cum. Never in his 28 years of living has he used his cock as a cum plug but for you, oh he’d do anything. You on the other hand, you were in your own little world.
You stared at him with nothing but pure love in your eyes. You were in love with this man, you wanted to marry this man. You always liked him, but you were too good of a girl to ever hit on him, that was until you heard the sound of eunbi and Jungkook having sex, it angered you to your core.
Ever since then, you pranced around Jungkook in the smallest shorts and skirts, bending over so he can see your goodies. You would wear tees that had your boobs spilling out, knowing Jungkook was watching them like a hawk, but you don’t blame him, your boobs were too big to not notice.
“What are you thinking about baby?” you look up at him, giving him love eyes.
“About you. About.. about us.” you sound so small, so unsure of what you were feeling but you instantly thought it was love.
“Gave you dick and you’re already thinking about “us” aren’t you?” he jokes around with you, but you didn’t want jokes. You wanted him to tell you how much you meant to him and that he’ll never leave your side.
“Eunbi is the same way.” he laughs off, thinking you’d laugh back but really, tears just left your eyes.
“Stop! Don’t think about her, don’t talk about her. I’m the only girl you should think about, you only give dick to me and no one else!” your words shock not just Jungkook but also yourself.
“Sorry.. I.. I didn’t mean that.” you quickly say but it is too late to take it back.
“Wow. I- look you’re an amazing girl, and I do care and feel for you, but leaving eunbi will be.. difficult .” his words cause nothing but heartbreak.
“But, I gave myself to you. No one had ever touched me that way. Why would you do this if I don’t mean anything to you?! Why.. why would you do this.” you were too naive to understand that Jungkook was a man, who has urges, who likes to fuck, who likes to feel pleasure, and was simply using you to feel pleasure.
Sure, he does care about you and would be devastated to hear if anything bad happened to you, but it was still true.
“Hey, you were willing to do it too alright? I thought you’d know that this was all for the psychical feeling, it wasn’t supposed to be emotional. Darling, this is a secret. I’m more than happy to do this with you all the time, but it’ll have to stay a secret.”
you didn’t know if you wanted to stab yourself or go up to him and let him hold you, and tell you that everything will be okay.
You didn’t say a word to him, your eyes travel to the sight of your body. You see drops and trails of blood coming from in between your legs, it dripping down and leaving a puddle to the part of the bed you were sitting at. It hurt down there. It was worth it, but you were aching. Your body was tired, your mind was tired.
Your naked body was soon covered with a pink silky nightgown you threw on, ignoring the gaze of the man who just basically ruined your life because you know you’ll never get over this, and him.
“Gonna talk to me? Should I leave..”
“Why would I want you to leave Jungkook? I just gave you my body, and it hurts now. I need you to take care of me I don’t need you to leave me.” your voice was soft, and sad.
He didn’t say anything, instead he came to you. He easily scoops your body up, sits you down on your vanity chair. He disappears into your bathroom and comes out with clean damped cloths.
“May I?” He asked as he tugs on your nightgown, signaling if he could lift it up to reveal the flower between your legs.
You hated how he sounded like a gentleman, making your heart flutter. You nod at him, of course you nod at him. Allowing him to do whatever to you.
You gasp softly at the feeling of a damp cloth slowly and gently moving against your sensitive area. The cloth cleaning up the cum that was dripping on your pussy and inner thighs. Another cloth comes to the back of your legs and inner thighs once again, cleaning up your purity blood. He then cleaned himself up, not taking too long so he can put his focus back on you.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t think you felt strongly about me, I really thought it was just for sex. But hey, it’s alright you don’t have to cry.” His large tattooed fingers wipe away the tears leaving your eyes.
His soft lips touching yours as he picks you up once more before putting you into your bed. Your body flutters at the feeling of the fresh bedsheets, your blanket soon covering your body as you’re pushed against Jungkook who also made himself comfortable in your bed for the second time.
His muscular tattooed arms wrap around your waist, bringing you close to him. He curses himself inside his head as he gawks at your breast for too long, feeling his cock swell up again.
you break your silence, asking him a question instead of letting him feel up on you.
“Do you feel bad.” you didn’t have to say anything else for him to understand what you were talking about.
He felt bad, about everything. He felt bad for eunbi, their relationship wasn’t going anywhere, both of them too scared to admit that they want to break up with each other due to the amount of history they have. Even though eunbi might want a break from Jungkook, she still loves him and would be absolutely furious if she finds out that her roommate slept with her boyfriend. Jungkook isn’t afraid to except the fact that he’s no longer in love with eunbi, but he still cares for her deeply.
“Of course I do. Obviously I’m going to break up with her, it’s going to be hard for both me and her but it is what it is.” you softly nod at his words, guilt filling your mind when you think about the betrayal you have caused your roomate.
“I also feel bad for ever hurting your feelings. I thought this was just for sex, but I’m an idiot who thought with his dick instead of being logical. When you told me you were a virgin I felt the need to just have you all to myself, a bit selfish.”
you continue to nod at his words, you wanted him to feel understood, even if you knew deep down there’s nothing right about what you two have done.
“I don’t blame you if you don’t feel the same way about me. Maybe I’m just attached to you because you were the first to have me, so no worries. I’m just a bit hurt in every way, I’ll get over it I think.” you didn’t want his pity, but you also wanted to stay in his arms.
“I can’t say I’m in love with you or anything like that, but I’m extremely convinced I could be, if you give me the chance that is. We don’t have to even have sex! Just.. get to know each other and maybe date and stuff.” you couldn’t believe at the giggly man who was blushing into your neck.
You felt yourself smile deep inside, like an idiot, but a flustered idiot. You felt butterflies in your tummy, you still feel guilty but.. “it is what it is right?” you thought.
“I’d like that, and yes we still do need to have sex.” you giggle out, making Jungkook giggle back.
Before he could say anything, you hear the front door of your apartment open. Oh lord, how is eunbi ever going to be okay with this.
How are you going to tell her that her boyfriend has been snatched.
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MY DARLING — jang wonyoung x f!reader
you were just living a quaint life in a bookstore, until a stranger barges in on a rainy day, evidently changing your life.
TAGS — very fluffy, princess!wonyoung, slight angst, jealousy (tiny), commoner!yn, flirty wony
WORDCOUNT — 3.9k
the 10th of august, 1820. you sigh at the raindrops splashing against the glass windows, tinted with a slight hue of blue. the bookstore was rarely this quiet but with everything going on in the royal castle, perhaps it was to be expected.
“no customers yet?” you whip your head up, frowning. eunbi, the owner of the bookstore and the one who had raised you, stood at the top of the flight of creaky, wooden stairs. you shake your head, “aren’t the nobles trying to popularise reading? i don’t think it is working too well.”
eunbi laughs. “sure. the literature we sell here isn’t too demanding of their literary skills. and the nobles only flock to poetry, maybe it’s time we expanded our small library.”
your eyes brighten at the thought of an increased variety of books. even though you adored the selection here, it was starting to get quite boring. the constant romance themes evident in every single book was rather… annoying.
“hm, perhaps we should close up for the day, it’s rather late and the rain is heavy. i don’t think anyone else will bear with the storm just for a quick read,” eunbi suggests and you comply immediately, packing up the stacks of papers standing tall at the counter. you were just scribbling on them to rid your boredom.
“i’ll be upstairs if you need me,” she calls out before heading up once more. you sigh again. just as you were about to close the curtains shut, the door slams open and you almost squeal.
a mysterious hooded figure stands before you, heaving up and down as quick breathes escape them.
“uhm, apologies but we are closing for the day,” you say. the figure turns and you roll your eyes. their cloak was dripping rainwater all over the mahogany wood floors that you had just polished that morning!
“terribly sorry for the intrusion,” they (you raise an eyebrow at the feminine voice) mumble, “i needed a place to get away.”
“right, i don’t really care because you are ruining my flooring, so could you take that damn cloak off?”
the person immediately does so, revealing the white fitted bodice that clung to the woman’s skin, almost translucent and you feel a blush creeping up your neck.
“you are… soaked.”
“yes, quite obviously.”
you turn away from her, eyes avoiding her own narrowing gaze as she was quite literally the most gorgeous girl you’ve ever seen.
“i’ll get you a cloth to clean yourself up with,” you mutter while the girl nods and proceeds to walk along the shelves.
if you weren’t so distracted by her apparent beauty, you would be more conscious of how familiar she looked.
moments later, you return with a cloth, and the stranger was peering at one of the many books that lined the shelves.
“fan of jane austen?” you smile when she jumps slightly at your sudden voice, “that is one of her most popular pieces of literature; pride and prejudice from 1813. though we do have earlier pieces such as ann radcliffe’s the romance of the forest, 1791.”
the woman nods, “aren’t you quite acquainted with books? any suggestions?”
“hm, perhaps persuasion by jane austen if you’re a fan, but do read most of her writings, it’s incredible.”
“what about playwrights? anyone that you’ve taken a liking to?” she asks.
you think for a while, “elizabeth inchbald. i thought lovers’ vows was spectacular. shame i couldn’t see it, sometimes i wished i was born earlier.”
“i always thought that it was too controversial and morally ambiguous for people to adore it. thankfully i’ve found someone of my own,” she says, a twinkle in her eye that you can’t help but feel your heartbeat race at. she daps at her neck with the cloth and you evert your eyes.
“a-anyway, what brings you here? you’ve distracted me from closing up.”
she places the book back into its original position and furrows her brows, “do you not recognise who i am?”
you tilt your head and lean on the bookshelves, “no, not particularly. am i meant to?”
“yes, but i’d rather you stay unknowing. if we were to be… friends, could i ask that you never try to find my identity?”
“could i at least know your name? or something to call you?”
“of course, i haven’t introduced myself. you can call me wonyoung.” wonyoung, you think, it’s a pretty name.
she flashes a gleaming smile at you, “could i know yours?”
“y/n,” you reply, “what brings you here?”
wonyoung’s posture slackens and you take the time to admire her luscious black hair that was tied into a bun with small curls and waves. you unconsciously swallow your saliva as wonyoung answers you.
“just running from my responsibilities. quite lucky of me to end up in a quaint bookstore with you, to be frank.”
your eyes trail down from her face to her collarbones, mouth going dry at the sight of her neck. god, you think, clenching your eyes shut.
“you all right? your cheeks are… flushed,” you spot a hint of a teasing smile on her face.
“how old are you?” wonyoung asks suddenly.
“i’m eighteen this year.”
“oh, i’m eighteen as well.”
you grin, “what responsibilities could you have at eighteen? we’re the same age, yet i’m just working at a bookstore.”
wonyoung shakes her head, almost sullen, “you have no clue how hectic it is back there. if here is shallow water, when i go back there, i’ll drown in the tsunami.”
“how poetic.”
“impressive, isn’t it?”
you giggle first and wonyoung’s laughter joins soon after. her laugh is melodic and soothing, a breather. it’s like you’ve just found your oasis.
and maybe she’s found hers.
your night is spent alone. no wonyoung to fill the empty spaces of silence apart from the occasional footsteps outside of the bookstore. you spent all day with her, or rather the rest of the day until she deemed too late to reach home. no matter how hard you try, your mind ends up wandering and you dream of rosy cheeks with a bunny smile.
you awake the next morning with a letter at your doorstep, addressed in neat calligraphy.
dear y/n,
i could not tell you how much i enjoyed yesterday, it was an eye-opening experience. i am definitely the luckiest person ever. i can’t believe how lucky i was to enter your bookstore and meet you. i hope we stay acquainted forever. send your reply to this address, i will wait for it.
sincerely yours,
wonyoung
if it were from anyone else, you would have found it desperate, or creepy. but even after a day of meeting wonyoung, you were enchanted.
hence, you quickly draft up a letter, perhaps she could see how much desperation there was in the messily scrawled handwriting for you to see her again.
it took almost no time for you and her to communicate daily through letters. even though you only met her three weeks ago, it felt like you’ve known her forever. wonyoung was your everything. and maybe you were her everything too. she was the part of your routine you looked most forward to.
eunbi had questioned you about your sudden enthusiasm and happiness. after all, she had been your caregiver since she had taken you in and you were never this dreamy.
wonyoung would sometimes drop by during the evening and you would spend a few hours together before she had to leave. it was the highlight of your week. a few hours would be all you could have, until a letter arrives at your doorstep.
my darling y/n,
how have you been? i found that book you’ve been raving about. i must extend my apologies for reading it beforehand, you were just too excited about it that i had to read it for myself. anyway, would your bed be free tonight? could i spend the night at your bookstore? my parents finally gave me permission to do so. i do hope you’re free, if not i’ll be missing you terribly.
sincerely yours,
wonyoung
you almost crumple up the letter in excitement. wonyoung was finally sleeping over? it was a joyous celebration. you swiftly write back, hoping that the letter would reach her in time. it always did, surprisingly. you weren’t sure if the post was meant to work that fast. you were counting down the seconds for when she would arrive and when the grandfather clock struck six thirty in the evening, a knock resounded on the door.
“wonyoung!” you squeal, rushing into her arms and burying your face into the crook of her neck. physical touch had become common between you and her, initiated by her at first but mostly done by you now. you could not resist feeling the warmth her body gave off.
“good evening, yn,” she breathes out, “i almost tripped on the way here. i was so exhilarated when i received your letter.”
you grin, quickly locking up the doors and closing the curtains. wonyoung lingers around you, a bag of clothes at her feet, you presume it contained her sleepwear.
“darling,” you feel a shiver go down your spine at her voice, “shall we head up?”
you nod and interlock hands with wonyoung, dragging her up the stairs and heading into your bedroom. your bed wasn’t tiny, but with wonyoung’s height, her feet would be dangling off the edge since your mattress was wider and not lengthy.
“you can change here, i’ll just look away,” you say.
“what if i want you to look?”
your cheeks heat up and you cover your eyes, “shut up, you flirt.”
“my sincerest apologies,” wonyoung says slowly, “do you not like it when i flirt with you?” you roll your eyes. she would always ask questions which she knew the answers to. wonyoung just wanted the satisfaction of you saying it out loud.
“i like it,” you mutter, embarrassed.
“you’re adorable,” she laughs and starts to untie the laces on her corset to reveal her shift under. you take this as your cue to turn away.
a few minutes pass and wonyoung finally says, “i’m done. you can turn around now.”
she was adorned in a long light blue night rail with lace linings. you still thought she was the prettiest girl to ever walk the earth.
wonyoung flops onto your bed and you join her.
“blow out the candle, won't you?” wonyoung requests. without the light of the candle, you can only see her face that is illuminated by the moonlight.
you both slip under the sheets, facing each other. your eyes trail along her features and your fingers ache to trace them.
“how was your day? you never answered me in your reply.”
“you were genuinely asking? i thought you asked as a formality,” you chuckle at her affronted expression.
she rolls her eyes, “of course i was genuine! i’m always interested in what you have to say.”
“why are you being so cheeky today? so many flirtatious remarks,” her long arms wrap around your waist and you giggle.
“i’m just naturally like that,” wonyoung smiles, “and you like it, don’t you?”
you nod shyly.
“i do.”
“then i’ll stay this way. be whatever that you like.”
“i like you,” you confess.
wonyoung blinks slowly. your words and sincere tone seeping into her heart as a large grin overtakes her face.
“and i adore you.”
your night, unlike the first, was spent wrapped up in wonyoung’s embrace. warmth covering your body and a smile across your face the entire time you slept. it was the most peaceful night you’ve had. yet, as all things go, it was just the calm before the storm.
something had been bothering you, wonyoung could tell. after that night spent together, you and her were inseparable. but the more time you had together, the more it seemed like you were drifting away in your thoughts.
“darling?” you turn around in her embrace, “are you all right?”
“yes, i’m totally fine. couldn’t be better than being here with you.”
“i feel the same but, are you certain? it just feels like something is bothering you. if anything, could you tell me?” wonyoung asks. your body visibly tenses up and even in the dark, she could still see how your face was contemplating.
“why did you ask me to never search for your identity?”
wonyoung suddenly unwraps her arms from around your waist. you miss her warmth instantly.
“why are you bringing this up now?” she counter asks.
you frown. “just remembered it. i was reminiscing the first time we met.”
“ah.”
“also because eunbi has been asking me about you and i don’t know what to tell her. i realised i don’t know much about you and i want to change that,” you explain.
wonyoung’s breath hitches.
“eunbi? have you mentioned my name to her?”
“no, i wasn’t too sure if i should have… wonyoung, seriously, what’s this whole ordeal with your identity? can’t you just tell me?” you ask.
you decide not to mention the fact that you have actually questioned eunbi about wonyoung. the amount of warning signs about her identity had been increasing daily and you weren’t so certain about how much you could trust wonyoung anymore.
“you’re lying,” wonyoung states.
“what?”
“you know my identity.”
“wonyoung, love—”
she separates herself from you immediately and sits upright. your bubble of tranquillity bursts and the peaceful future you’ve created for the two of you was ruined.
“i told you. i specifically told you not to go looking!” her voice raises, “and you still do? and i know you’re lying to my face! you know that…”
you can’t stand it anymore. “that you’re the princess? of course i do! how could i not remember your face and name plastered everywhere? are you not aware of how influential you are? the media has been going insane at how your birthday ball was going to be the highlight of this century! but this doesn’t mean i love you less!”
“it’s not about that! you betrayed my trust. how could you? it was the first thing i’ve ever told you; don’t go looking for my identity! and i… this isn’t going to work out. i apologise, but i have to leave,” wonyoung hisses and quickly jumps out of your bed. you can only stare in silence as she packs up her clothes and leaves out the door.
you sit there on your cotton sheets, stunned at how the evening’s played out. a sigh escapes your lips and your heart aches at the forlorn expression that wonyoung had.
you couldn’t believe that wonyoung had just left like that. you thought she would at least hear you out and it wasn’t as if you yourself had gone looking for her identity! her name was basically on every single piece of news article, how could you not know? and wonyoung wasn’t a popular name.
perhaps everything will be normal in the morning. wonyoung’s letter would show up at your doorstep, apologising for how she acted and you would still forgive her.
needless to say, you were wrong. there was no letter, and definitely no bouquet of tulips that normally accompanied the letter.
“i saw the princess stomping out, did you two have a fall out?” eunbi asks. you nod, sulking.
“she found out that i knew she was the princess and she wasn’t too enthusiastic about it.”
eunbi thinks for a moment. “aren’t you going to try to chase after her? wouldn’t it be right?”
“why should i? she said we weren’t going to work out.” repeating those words brought a new level of pain.
your caregiver laughs, “that’s exactly what sakura said as well and she ended up grovelling.”
you raise an eyebrow. “who’s sakura?”
“some foreign lady. anyway, are you going to write to her or not? her birthday’s coming up soon.”
“her birthday,” you repeat, “i could just go to her birthday banquet.” eunbi blinks, “i did not mean that but sure.”
you have a newfound sense of confidence. wonyoung couldn’t do anything if you just went to her banquet, right? well, she could just order for the guards to take you out but it was open to commoners. there was a dress code but wonyoung had gifted you a pretty expensive dress recently.
“august 30th, it starts at eleven in the evening,” eunbi informs you, “you do know your way to the castle? i have other plans that night.”
“yes, of course. thank you for the idea!” you smile. as you head off back into your room, thoughts of seeing wonyoung again run through your mind.
the day had finally come. your hair was parted in the middle with your bangs curled that occasionally twitched your eyes. your bust was pushed up ever so slightly by a tight fitting corset. you had a low cut violet gown and white gloves that extended up to your elbows.
the closer you got to the palace, the more your confidence dwindled. what if wonyoung orders for the guards to escort you out? it would be ironic for you to show up at her banquet, where she would have to reveal her identity. you shiver at the thought of wonyoung’s distrustful gaze.
what happened to staying together until death parts you two? wonyoung had been so romantic with her words, maybe it was all faux.
you shake your head. you couldn’t think of that! now, you just had to reassure her that her identity revelation would not change anything. and maybe you could even try to revert to the same relationship status as before. once you enter the ballroom, you’re surrounded by nobles and commoners alike, all dressed to the nines. you scan the room, hoping to see wonyoung.
“goodness,” one of the more fashionably dressed nobles say, “dukes from high society are starting to court her already. i heard that many are offering their whole family wealth for her hand.”
your face falls. of course there would be people wanting to court her. wonyoung was so angelic and there would be no reason for rich dukes to not throw themselves at her.
“good evening, my lady,” you spin around, facing an older woman with a rather disgruntled young man, “could i ask where you are from?” luckily, eunbi had trained you beforehand.
“miyawaki y/n,” you lie through your teeth, “i’m not from around here, just passing through to visit the princess.”
“splendid! i am from the house of lee and this is my son, heeseung,” the woman exclaims, “i thought you were a perfect match for him.”
your eye twitches.
“ah, yes.”
“i’ll leave you two to get acquainted, hopefully by the end of this ball, you will be dancing with each other.”
“my lady will not be dancing with anyone,” your heart leaps. an arm links around yours and you almost instinctively lean into the familiar warmth.
the woman stands rooted to the ground while heeseung quickly scurries off.
“m-my sincerest apologies! i did not know,” she bows. wonyoung waves a hand at her and turns to look at you instead.
before the crowd starts to gather around you, wonyoung turns her head and swiftly drags you by the wrist through the many nobles.
“wony— princess!” you shriek.
she pulls you into an empty room, away from peering eyes and eavesdroppers. her gaze on you is heavy with emotion and you can barely get a chance to identify them before she speaks.
“what on earth compelled you to come here?”
“i just wanted to see you. you ran off rather quickly last night, much like that heeseung boy.”
“y/n, you can’t just show up here looking like that. i… i told you once you found out who i really was, we could never truly be together,” wonyoung sighs.
you frown, “so you weren’t going to try anyway? were you just going to love me when it was convenient? what happened to all those sweet promises you’ve made to me?”
“i can’t keep those promises if the public found out we were together,” wonyoung clasps your hands together.
“so you were just loving me for the hell of it.”
“i sacrificed lots for you.”
“but you still can’t be with me.” you take wonyoung’s silence as her answer. there’s tears welling up in your eyes and wonyoung’s gaze darts to them instantly.
you tear your hands away from hers to wipe your tears falling down your cheeks.
“this has been… eye-opening. since we were never going to work out anyway, i should take my leave. sorry for taking up your time when you should have been spending it celebrating. happy birthday.”
your heart aches. the beats slow down but you feel like it’s been crushed into little bits, which were then thrown into molten lava and rebuilt. then crushed again by wonyoung.
“wait a moment, don’t…”
“i should have know it would have ended up like this. i’m deeply sorry again, your highness,” you say coldly, bowing.
wonyoung’s mouth is open, almost like she wants to say something. but you can’t be with someone who contradicts herself every time.
“darling,” the nickname slips out and you feel sobs wreck your body, “don’t cry, wait, please.”
“my love, please look at me, please don’t walk away, i was a fool. i wasn’t thinking at all,” wonyoung rambles out, “please stay and listen, which is ironic, i realise but i can’t believe i thought i could ever live life without you. i need you. i was just scared of what they would say, but it doesn’t matter to me anymore. i realised that you’re my only light and i will never find someone better than you. it was all my doing, i never meant to hurt you like this. i’m the one who should be saying sorry.”
wonyoung stares at you, affection and longing in her eyes. so that’s what it was.
“i’m not forgiving you just yet. you still hurt my feelings.”
“of course. i’ll grovel for eternity for your forgiveness.”
you sniffle and slap her cheek lightly, not enough to even hurt.
“i hate that you can make me feel like this.”
“like what?” she asks, looking down at you.
“like everything’s okay.”
“is everything not okay?”
a smile overtakes your face, tears still dripping down your cheeks but you feel contrary.
“don’t ever do that again,” you fling your arms over her shoulders and instinctively, her hands go around your waist.
“i adore you, and if i were to ever hurt you intentionally, please just execute me on the spot,” she whispers into your ear, making you giggle.
“executing the princess is illegal, i would be given the death sentence as well.”
“then we would be together in the afterlife at least.”
“you are such a dork.”
“only yours.”
(to my darling y/n,
i hope everything’s all right back at the bookstore. could i drop by sometime later? maybe we could even read belinda by maria edgeworth. i’ve heard it is quite a worthy read. your wedding gown is gorgeous, for your information, i reckon i’ll sob at the alter. as always, do tell me about your day later. i will be counting down the minutes until i can see your beautiful face. i love you.
forever yours,
wonyoung
to my princess,
of course you can drop by. i’m expecting more books to arrive later in the afternoon. unfortunately for you, i’ve already read belinda but i will reread it with you if you want. i hope you’re doing well back at the castle; how’s the wedding preparations going? tell me all about it later. i’ll be counting down the minutes as well. i love you too.
your darling,
y/n)
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Hi guys! Just quick introduction: I'm Lua, 26 brazilian woman who loves to write. This blog is for kpop girl groups and gg's only. I write for fun and for fun only, so I don't like angst and will probably write it only under request (and I can say no if it makes me uncomfortable bc I'm really bad at it).
I try to be as polite and gentle as a human possibly can, but I can and will set boundaries (and be mean) if I have to. (Some people tend to go crazy since they are anonymous)
Mainly a NSFw blog focused on Sub F!R x Dom Idol and Idol x Idol; but feel free to request Dom Fem!R :) I write imagines, thoughts, MTL, polygamous relationships (3 people only) and honestly a lot of other stuff, just check with me on my ask box and I'll let you know!!
I only write smut for girls with legal age/people I'm comfortable writing for;
If I see spam in my ask box I won't respond and probably will delete it, I definitely do not to want to bring any negative attention towards anyone, nor shame anyone.
I don't write about any disorders at all.
Do NOT call me mommy under any circumstances, I'll be rude to you if you do.
Please be kind to each other! 💖
My favorite groups are:
BP, Dreamcatcher, Itzy (Top 3). Twice (For the n*zi shirt incident I chose to NOT write for Chaeyoung, no hate for her or those who write for her), Red velvet, IVE, Loona, WJSN, New Jeans (But I don't write for them), Le Sserafim, XG, G- Idle, aespa, SNSD and VIVIZ
Soloists: Yena, Bibi, Eunbi, BoA, Sunmi, CL, Chungha, Soojin
Dancers: Bada Lee, NoZe, Lee Jung.
So here are the links for what I write. Fics are blue, imagines are pink, asks and requests are red!
BlackPink:
Crazy over you - Jisoo x Fem! Reader
Dreamcatcher:
Office game - Handong x Yoohyeon
Happy Su-A day!
Itzy:
Annoyingly you (A! Chaeryeong/ O!Lia)
Hot wife Chaeryeong
BFF's Yeji and Chaeryeong
Power Bottom Chaeryeong
Soft love making with Chaeryeong
Pervy neighbor chaeryeong
Le Sserafim:
Make me yours (Sakura X Yunjin)
Can't save you now (Sakura x Chaewon x Kazuha)
Speak up (Dom Kazuha x F!Sub reader)
Lakers Yunjin fucking you
Sloppy head with Yunjin
Puppy needs (Hybrid Yunjin x F!Reader)
Twice:
Fire & Gasoline (A! Jihyo x O! Reader)
Pretty Pet (Sana x F! Reader)
Mornings with you (G!P Momo x F!Reader)
G!P Mina x F! Reader
Jealous Step mommy Sana (G!P)
MILF Sana x Maid F! Reader
Fisting with Step mom! Sana
G!P Doctor Sana x F! Reader
Rewarding Idol!Jihyo
Cockwarming w/ Jihyo
Masc! Jihyo
Possessive G!P Momo
Deep throat w/ G!P Mina
Sana x miyeon
GF Jeongyeon
Brat tamers Jeong and Sana
Sana overstimulating you
Twice as hybrids (g!p)
Jeongyeon bottoming for you
On edge (sana x F! Reader)
Cry for me (Dahyun x F! Reader)
IVE:
Double Trouble (G!P Yujin x F!Reader x G!P Gaeul)
Rough G!P Yujin x innocent F!Reader
Yujin degrading F!Reader
Nerdy student Yujin
Cockwarming Yujin
G!P Gaeul w/ innocent tutor F!Reader
Birthday Sex w/ Wonyoung
Wonyoung x Bratty F!Reader
Riding hung Gauel
Wolf hybrid Yujin
My dream girl (Wonyoung x Liz) - Fluff
Possessive hybrid wonyoung
G-Idle:
A little relief (Shuhua x Miyeon)
Proud to be yours (BP Rosé x Miyeon)
Miyeon x Yuqi
Miyeon with a breeding kink
Somnophilia & Mimin
Thoughts on mafia boss Miyeon
Red Velvet:
Addictive (Wendy x F!Reader)
Possessive mommy Irene
Loyal dog (Sub A! Seulgi x Dom O! Reader)
Cult leaders RV fucking you
Alpha Seulgi helping on your first heat
Dirty thoughts about Irene
Joy + innocence kink
Aespa:
Mommy Karina
The closest to her (G!P Winter x F!R)
Gamer winter neglecting you
Dirty thoughts about ningning
Somnophilia with puppy minjeong
Call her now (Karina x Fem!R)
SNSD:
Let me help (Tiffany x F!Reader)
Fox hybrid yuri
Possessive alpha Tiffany
How big is alpha Bada/ Tiffany
Jessica Jung and F! R first time
Tiffany with younger gf
WJSN:
Use me please (Exy x Dayoung)
XG:
Pillow princess Harvey
Loona: -
I'll be your sweet dream (Heejin X F!Reader)
Camgirl! yeojin
Thoughts on G!P Kim Lip
VIVIZ: -
SOLOISTS:
Yena:
Married Reader x Yena
Car sex w/ Yena
Eunbi:
Bitter (Eunbi x F! Reader)
BIBI:
Touchy BIBI
BoA:
Dom coded BoA
Sunmi:
CL:
Chungha:
DANCERS:
Bada Lee: NOT TAKING REQUESTS
Sly fox, dumb bunny (G!P Bada x F!Reader)
Alpha Bada
How big is alpha Bada/ Tiffany
Alpha Bada in rut
Bada + daddy kink
NoZe:
Lee Jung:
Hard dom Lee Jung
#gxg smut#blackpink smut#twice smut#itzy smut#loona smut#ive smut#dreamcatcher smut#sunmi smut#yena smut#eunbi smut#wjsn smut#red velvet smut#lua's masterlist#viviz smut#kiss of life smut#boa smut#bibi smut#xg smut
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Lover
Pairing: Kim Chaewon x Female Reader x Huh Yunjin
Summary: Chaewon getting a lover was a shocking but happy news to everyone at Le Sserafim's dorm, until the news came out to the public and Yunjin found out that it was her ex-girlfriend, Kwon Y/N.
Warning(s): Language, cringe stuff, suggestive
Tags: Idol x Idol, crack, fluff, angst, idol au, smau
Featuring: NMIXX, Le Sserafim, Eunbi (Soloist), Sua (Dreamcatcher), Yuqi ((G)I-DLE), Yena (Soloist), Yuri (Soloist)
Start: 05/01/2023
End:
Updates: Whenever I can :)
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Profiles: Mixers, Fimmies, Crack Gang, Others
Chapters:
1. WE GOT YOUR ASS UNNIE
2. What in the hell?!?!?!
3. Side eye
4. The tension is real
5. Pain
6. Here for you
7. Confusing
8. Loser
9. A broken promise
10. You want to?
11. That's suspicious
12. Caught
13. Only if you knew
14. Y/N what the fu-
15. We need to talk
16. No killing rule
17. Coward
18. Eunchae don't look
19. [REDACTED]
20. Moment
21. Way
22. Another chance
23. DONT. HURT. Y/N.
24. Sus you say?
25. Fool
26. Epilogue - The right lover
Taglist (Closed): @awkwardtoafault @pandamiswifey @hyukasverse @myjaeyunn @jisooftme @lauxymy4 @wondering-out-loud @dream-chasers-things @edamboon @urfriendlylocalidiot @bzeus28
#le sserafim x reader#le sserafim reactions#iz*one x reader#izone x reader#iz*one reactions#izone reactions#kim chaewon x reader#huh yunjin x reader#kim chaewon#huh yunjin#kim chaewon smau#huh yunjin smau#le sserafim smau#smau
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Hunting Affections
Charles Leclerc x photographer ! reader
Max Verstappen x photographer ! reader
Part 7.
fanfic + smau fic
y/n faceclaim : Hwang Eunbi
warnings : small amounts of possessiveness and angsts :>>
A/N : UP FOR EDITING 🤍
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Summary; Love is but a concept — just connections of neurons that take part in the brain … and yet, why is it the most painful when one falls alone?
or
Loving someone who doesn’t love you back , until you can’t no more. Maybe then they’ll actually know what they’ve lost.
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charles_leclerc You’re with Verstappen?! Arthur, we’re brothers how can you do this?!! He is the person who stole y/n from me!! And why are you even at y/n’s house? Are still talking to her, when I specifically said don’t?!
arthur_leclerc I get to choose who I get to be friends with, Charles. I won’t let you dictate my relationship with y/n anymore, she is like family to me. I’m trying to fix our relationship… I could only say that you should do the same. I’ll talk to you in person if you want to say more.
y/n_stills.
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y/n_stills. what a weird family date. I came home with can I be your grid child applications. @maxvertappen1 can you handle 2 more?
I didn’t let them drink or over feed them. We followed the meal plan . There’s a responsible adult here (me) 😇
maxverstappen1 we barely have @oscarpiastri for a month, can I buy you a dog instead?
y/n_stills. aw, sorry @olliebearman and @arthurleclerc . Papa said no :((
oscarpiastri yeah nah, I’m good being an only child. Thanks.
olliebearman what? Nooooooo. what do I need to do to pass @maxvestappen1?
arthur_leclerc yup , same question 🙋♂️ was our fifa game not enough @maxverstappen1
oscarpiastri @olliebearman @arthur_leclerc you need to win the F2 championship, that’s all. 😁
y/n_stills. welp there you go! That’s the requirement, kids. Good luck 😊
maxverstappen1 they said it, not me 🤷♂️
ferraridriveracademy hear that boys? @olliebearman @arthur_leclerc win the championship 🫣
y/n_stills. @ferraridriveracademy … nope, shhh shhh none from you 😀 promise an f1 seat first then talk.
landonorris Max sent me a video of everyone eating McFlurries :)) great meal plan ! Count me in
y/n_stills. what McFlurry 😊 there was no ice cream involved . right @maxvestappen1
danielricciardo Max sent me the same vid. @y/n_stills. What’s up with you and McFlurries?
y/n_stills. MAX!! i told you not to tattle >:(( and fyi danny ricccccc McFlurries are the best, that’s why.
maxverstappen1 sorry, dear 😅
oscarpiastri not gonna lie it was good.
landonorris you like anything sweet 🙄
arthur_leclerc McFlurries are good. I liked it. Period
olliebearman well it is worth the calories
y/n_stills. more than gelato? @olliebearman @arthur_leclerc🧐
arthur_leclerc 😐😐😐
olliebearman uhhhhh
Bffusername are these my nephews?
y/n_stills. you’ll finally meet everyone tomorrow!!
lewishamilton You went to the restaurant!
y/n_stills. We did! Thanks for the recommendation, Lew!
user1 why are they fighting about McFlurries? Did I miss a chapter?
user2 at this point I just sit back and watch the chaos.
user3 I know right? The grid interaction this season is extra silly.
user4 not y/n feeding the grid kids sweets 🥺, why is that endearing. Imagine max driving through a McDonald’s drive through with the kids at the back seat . Oh no I’m soft
user5 @user4 let’s be delulu together! That’s so domesticated, I cant handle it.
y/n_stills. @user4 what if I said, that actually happened 🫣
user4 OH MY!! Y/N !! Nooooo you did not 😭😭.
user6 we’re do I subscribe for keeping up with the Verstappens?
y/n_stills. No stop, this sound so fun! Someone write that down!
user6 you heard y/n! Produce it now!
user7 Max being a grid dad was not on my 2023 bingo card
user8 but we are not complaining, @y/n_stills. pls give us more family content
Bffusername 1h
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y/n_stills. I got you boo 😘
bffusername I also want the pin thingy you have >:(( how do I get that?
y/n_stills. you mean the team access badge? HAHAHAH either work for a team or date a driver 🤷♂️
Bffusername oh… HAHAHAHAHAHHA
y/n_stills. COME ON BE A WAG , choose someone single from the grid!!
Bffusername df y/n? The only people I know here are you and Max. Oh and that guy I bumped into before going to the garage. I think he followed me just now?
y/n_stills. b/f/n?!! WHAT?!! Spill!! I leave you for 1 minute for work and you already found someone.
Bffusername Dude chill! I’m a singer, he probably followed me because of that, though it was my private account… maybe he made a mistake. I think you know him quite well actually! He said his name was Nando Lorris?
y/n_stills. NO. Shut up. b/f/n….do you mean Lando Norris? Was his hair brown and messy , green eyes and was he wearing orange?
Bffusername YES! THATS HIM! yeah I bumped into him outside the McLaren(?) garage. The one beside the Ferrari one.
y/n_stills. And He followed you on instagram? your private one? I can’t wait to rub this in his face!! HAHAHAHAHAHA this is GOLD.
Bffusername what do you mean?
y/n_stills. Oh nothing my gorgeous best friend ~ hang on tight for a few more minutes, I’m almost done with work
Bffusername No worries , babe! It’s urgent and I’m a big girl and I can handle myself 😘.
I quickly pulled out my messages and started text bombing Lando.
————-F1 Breaking-————
FIA denies Ferrari’s appeal towards claims of impeding towards Leclerc by Red bull's Verstappen , Perez and McLaren's Norris, Piastri. Both teams will not face any penalties and will continue the race with a warning.
————————————
b/f/n and I strolled through the circuit, trying to find our way towards the red bull car of max in the front of the grid. Finding the act to be a difficulty as the grid became packed with people trying to have a look at the cars and some looking for a chance to talk to the drivers.
Holding onto b/f/n’s hand , I tried to lead us towards the front — when a mic suddenly appeared and the all too familiar friendly voice of David Croft boomed, and the camera focused on us.
“Y/N! It’s Lovely to see down here again! We have been missing your presence at Sky. So how have you been? “ A feeling of fondness blossomed in my heart at the sight of an old colleague and friend.
With a smile . I answered the jolly commentator
“Crofty! It’s lovely to see you too! Well, i’ll admit it’s quite weird to be at the receiving end of the microphone. I’ve been great, thank you for asking! “ Crofty’s eyes fell towards my best friend , who interestingly was a very popular singer.
A chuckle fell from my mouth as Crofty started to fire questions towards the clueless b/f/n — who did not realise that the person she was talking to was the colleague that i’ve told her stories about on so many occasions.
“Ms. b/f/n, What a surprise to see you here, a pleasant surprise of course! I didn’t know that you were a fan of the sport! Are you having fun so far?”
“Oh, well I don’t really know much about F1 to be considered a fan. Y/n , here begged me to finally meet her friends and to see what all the fuss was about. Well, I’ll admit, everything has been exhilarating so far! The energy here is amazing. “
“Well thank you so much for talking to us , Ms. b/f/n! And y/n we really do need to catch up more often~ bye ladies!” Clutching b/f/n’s hand a little tighter as people kept pushing through.
I continued to venture towards Red Bull. Then a flash of orange lingering towards my right and a thought came to mind. With a smirk playing on my lips, I pulled b/f/n towards the car of the one and only Nando Lorris
“Y/n, where are you taking me? The red bull cars are that way” b/f/n said as she pointed towards the front of the grid. Pasting my most innocent smile on, I only looked at her and continued to pull.
“Oh Landoooo~” I chimed as soon as we were close enough for the British driver to hear. At the sound of my voice , he turned around — his green eyes slowly growing bigger at the sight of my companion. A sly grin formed on my lips.
“b/f/n this is Lando , Lando this is b/f/n. Isn’t it nice that my best friends are finally meeting each other? You two get to know each other , I’ll go find Max. Ok? Bye! I’ll find you before the anthem starts! Lando will explain ~ “ I dashed away as soon as I said bye, not leaving enough time for any of them to interrupt. Better make great use of the opportunity, Lando.
Skipping through the crowd, as the Red and Blue car of my boyfriend grew nearer. And there stood Max, in all his glory; clothed in his fireproofs with his race suit only zipped halfway. A faux red bull can in his hand , teeth gently biting the straw as he spoke to his race engineer. Dark blonde hair deliciously tousled from his balaclava. Skin flushed red from the heat of the engine
Appreciating my boyfriend, my eyes travelling all over his physique. Max was made for racing, he was so in tune with the environment, the car, the people… everything — it was electrifying to witness. Oh how did I not see him sooner.
Feeling my gaze on him, Max’s eyes found mine. A charming smile overtook his features, as he beckoned me towards him. As I came near enough, Max had pulled me into his arms and placed a kiss on my lips, a hand cupping my jaw.
The mix of the sudden public display of affection and my already heated thoughts made blood rush to my cheeks. Embarrassed , as I hid my face in his embrace and mumbled.
“Max, people are watching”
“Let them watch, I don’t care,” Max said as he placed another peck on my forehead. I lifted my head to look into his eyes, my chin resting on his hardened chest. A look of fondness flashed through his features as he quickly planted another kiss on my lips making me melt into his embrace even further.
“Max , when I said people watching, I meant our boss is watching” I said chuckling softly as I looked towards the direction of Christian Horner, who was now faking a cough along with Max’s other engineers.
“Alright! I’m sorry! “ Max said jokingly , as he let me out of his embrace— only to catch my hand in his and intertwine our fingers in the process.
“How was your day , Liebling? Oh , where is b/f/n? “ Max said as he pulled us to a quieter part of the track. At the mention of b/f/n’s name , the sly grin once again graced my face.
“Everything was alright, love~ and b/f/n is with McLaren” A look of confusion was present in the Dutchman’s face.
“She knows someone from McLaren? I thought you and I were the only people she knew here”
“ Well apparently, my dearest Emilian , a certain McLaren driver “bumped” into b/f/n and “accidentally” followed her private instagram account” I spilled with a cheeky-est smile I could muster.
Then suddenly a look of understanding passed through Max
“NOOOO LANDO?!! how didn’t I see this? He follows all her public accounts and he’s always listening to her music “ Max eyes were shot wide , I giggled as I nodded to him
“That’s what I said!! Lando better not screw this up” I stated elated that Max was in the same wavelength. Suddenly the alarm that the nation’s anthem would be starting soon rang, catching both Max's and I's attention.
“My Love, I need to fetch b/f/n. I’ll see you again in the garage, okay?” I detached my hand from his , only to find its way to his structured jaw
“Good luck and please be safe. Win or lose, you will always be my champion” Max leaned his forehead to mine, a habit the he grew to do everytime that he was overwhelmed with emotion.
“I love you, Liebling”
“And I love you , Max”
Gazing into his eyes, then placing my lips to his once more . Not noticing the splash of red passing behind us.
—————-
“And it’s lights out, and away we go!” And With Crofty’s signature phrase, the racr had officially begun.
The first few laps had been successful for all teams, having no collisions or machinery errors this far into the race.
Time passed as quickly as the cars had. The laps had been halved, with teams gaining positions while others have lost positions; and Ferrari belonged to the latter.
The race was going as usual, with Max leading grid. Until a weird radio call from Checo’s car was broadcasted.
*radio beep*
* WHAT IS LECLERC DOING?? He didn’t leave enough space! We almost collided again, that’s twice!! Is the FIA investigating?*
* Copy , Checo. We will talk to the stewards again. *
* What position am I in now?*
* That’s P4, P4*
*radio end*
Then another radio call was heard, this time it was from Hamilton in the Mercedes car.
*radio beep*
* I see , a Ferrari behind . Will they be attacking? *
* that is Leclerc and Ferrari will not attack and they will conserve the tires*
* Cop- WHAT THE ****! Leclerc suddenly attacked! He’s infront but his tires are not good*
*radio end*
Confusion filled all the team garages, including the Italian team in red . As another radio call was broadcasted, this time it was from Ferrari themselves
*radio beep*
*Charles do not push! Tires are degraded!*
* Charles, do you copy?*
* LECLERC BOX BOX! TIRES ARE DEGRADING FAST, YOU’LL BLOW A TIRE*
*radio ends*
A sudden silence filled the air as people tried to understand the situation. As engineers busied themselves with data and informing drivers of the situation. Anxiety filled me as Charles slowly closed the gap between his Ferrari and Max’s Red bull. The sudden departure of b/f/n didn’t help either , as she had an urgent family matter to handle.
Everyone was holding their breaths as the last lap of the race approached. I focused my eyes on the screen and listened closely to the commentator.
“It's the final lap and It's a neck on neck for Verstappen and Leclerc! It's Verstappen! No! It's Leclerc! It's the final turn before the chequered flag. Leclerc is gaining on Verstappen, here comes the final turn. Verstappen breaks last! But Leclerc is not far behind. “
“AND THE FERRARI AND REDBULL TOUCH! WHEELS HAVE MADE CONTACT. BOTH CARS ARE LOSING CONTROL! AND LECLERC AND VERSTAPPEN GO OUT SPINNING.”
Crashes and collisions are not unusual to the high speed sport of Formula 1, yet it does not diminish the depravity of it all . I couldn't shake the worry and dread that swallowed my every emotion. Nerves spiking as my leg bounces uncontrollably at the sight of the cars colliding and spinning off track. Panic increasingly grew as the garage turned to radio silent…
“AND LECLERC GOES INTO THE BARRIER BUT VERSTAPPEN HAS FOUND TRACTION! AND MAX VERSTAPPEN CROSSES THE CHEQUERED FLAG! HE HAS WON! THAT'S ANOTHER WIN FOR MAX AND REDBULL.”
As the crowd cheered, the garage of red and blue was filled with ecstatic mechanics patting each other on the back and engineers chattering over each other as they celebrated another race win.
Even as the air filled with cheers and excitement, I could only think about the wellbeing of Max. Was he alright , Is he hurt? Only these thoughts filled my mind. I silently chewed on my lip as my leg continued to bounce and my fingers tapped on my other knee – with my head down and eyes shut close, as I tried to assure myself that Max was not going anywhere.
Startled, at someone’s hand on my shoulder – I opened my eyes. A piece of metal equipment, painted a deep blue color was in my line of sight, a headset. Abruptly lifting my head, I was faced with one of Max’s race engineers . He supported a comforting smile as he placed the headset into my hands.
“Christian said you could talk to him, you tell him he won, yeah?”
Quickly understanding the situation, I was on my feet. With a quick smile and thank you, I placed the headset on – it was slightly heavy and a shiver ran up my spine as I felt its shocking coldness on my face. Not wasting any more time, I pressed the radio button that allowed me to communicate with Max.
*radio beep*
*MAX! Are you alright!? Are you hurt in any way?*
*Y/N? Wha-?*
*It's me. Love, are you alright? Please tell me you’re okay*
A bit confused, yet more so delighted to talk to his partner on his car radio , Max replied – without a worry that everyone tuned in all over the globe would be able to hear. Because, He was proud to call y/n, his and If he were to choose, he will always have his Liebling’ voice to listen to in every race in his entire life.
*I'm alright. Liebling. I’m not hurt, just a bit dizzy. And no, I do not need medical attention. Thank you for worrying though. *
A smile can be heard through the driver’s radio as he talked. Shocking fans and presenters from the softness and warmth of the Dutch Drivers voice as he spoke to his girlfriend.
* That was quite a spin Max, you scared me! you almost crashed into the wall! You idiot … but congratulations that’s P1! P1! You won! Love, that's another podium!*
* Nice, Nice! Simply lovely! And I simply love you my Schatz!!*
*That’s so going on live tv …You’re so lame! I love you too, see you on the podium! Your engineer needs the headset back, ciao dear.*
*Your love hurts, dear HAHAHA. Yeah, let me talk to GP. *
*radio end*
The feeling of worry and dread leaving my system at Max’s assurance. I thanked the engineer again and I returned the headset back , with a grin on my face – now giddy for Max and the team’s success. Skipping out of the Red Bull garage making way to congratulate Max at the barricade with the rest of the crew.
When suddenly a red gloved hand held my arm – stopping me in my tracks.
It’s Carlos! I smiled as I greeted him.
“Hey Chili! Congrats on the race~ what’s up?”
“Hola, Nina , thank you… ” the smile on my face slowly dimmed and replaced concern . Carlos was not looking at me straight, his demeanour was not at all normal – he was fidgety and restless.
“Carlos? Is everything alright? You could tell me” I asked, trying to catch his line of sight.
“I, uh… Y/n its about Charles ..he’s has gone mad” my concern suddenly morphed into confusion.
“What do you mean by that C?” I tried probing. His eyes darted left and right , surveying for any filming cameras.
“When the FIA differed Ferrari’s appeal towards Red bull and McLaren , Charles lost it and started trashing the motorhome. And during the race , he ignored all team orders… especially during the last lap. He was told not to push and attack Max. ”
I was suddenly speechless. All the color on my face drained and my palms started to clam up. Brows furrowing as I stared at Carlos , nothing coming out my mouth.
“Pierre and I are planning an intervention before this goes way out of hand and before people get killed on that track. I know that we are asking so much , but we need you with us Y/N” My eyes shot wide as his request registered to me. My throat is growing dryer by the second.
“Carlos , I don’t kno– I’m not su-. I'm sorry, I can't give an answer now. Please let me think about it, ” I pleaded.
“Yes! Y/n ,of course. Just think about it . ” Carlos quickly replied.
“Thank you , C” I smiled as quickly side hugged him and scurried away , desperately trying to find Max or any familiar face from Red Bull.
As I neared the barracks, I schooled my expression — trying to forget what I just heard from the Spanish driver. This was not the time to make things about myself, it was time to celebrate the success of Max and the team.
y/n_stills.
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y/n_stills. Another P1! A monster on the streets and the sheets
maxverstappen1 what can I say 🤷♂️and thank you , Liebling.
y/n_stills. 🤭🤭🤭
landonorris what is this caption y/n ?????
y/n_stills. what it’s true 😇
landonorris you two are disgusting
y/n_stills. I wouldn't be too quick to say that Norris , I have dirt on you hehehehe
oscarpiastri Whoa keep it pg , mom. There are kids here!
y/n_stills. close your eyes , Osc!🫣
redbullracing hmmm…
y/n_stills. Oh hi there , employers! Lovely seeing you here 😀
redbullracing we saw nothing…
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Can #7 be of Jungkook getting seriously jealous and making oc cry with mean-ish words? Maybe? Please?
i hear u loud and clear 🫡
gonna tag some warnings: y/n is a bit out of line/out of character cause of alcohol consumption & sorry for the angst…. this kinda takes a serious turn unlike the crack-vibes we’ve had so far. + its pretty long. sawry <3333
taste of a poison paradise | jjk (m) #7
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sunday evening, ur chillin’ at home, watching how to get away with murder with a bag of chips on your stomach and your legs thrown up on the table
your phone starts ringing and you groan
who the hell is calling u rnnnn
you reach for the remote to pause the show before raising your phone to look at your screen
oh it’s eunbi
…
wait
IT’S EUNBI
you shoot up and chew the remnants of the chips in your mouth quickly, swallowing it down with your can of soda
you pick up the phone and put it to your ear
“hey–”
“i told you not to tell him!”
NO
what
NO NO NO
“what?”
“don’t act stupid! jungkook! you told jungkook!”
fuck fuck fuck
how are you gonna explain that you really didn’t!!
“eunbi i swear i didn’t!”
“then why did he come by to tell me he doesn’t like messing with people that can’t keep it on the down low? you’re the only one i told!!”
just to tell her? does that mean he just went there to break their little fling off and he didn’t fuck her?
but
why…
would he…
hm
“i swear i didn’t tell him. you can ask him yourself!”
“well i can’t anymore, he wasn’t very fucking happy, y/n. now he thinks i’m a dumb bitch that can’t help but run her mouth.”
well
she kinda is?
just calm her down
“you’re getting worked up over someone that has a gaming set up with twin monitors and a chair that lights up.”
she quietly chuckles and then says, “well, he has amazing dick.”
oooof. it worked
you roll your eyes. “you can find so many better, eunbi. don’t let that guy walk all over you like that.”
rich coming from YOU
she sighs quietly. “sorry for yelling like that. i just…”
she suddenly trails off
hm?
“you just?” you encourage her to finish her sentence
“how do you know he has a gaming set up? even i don’t know that.”
😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
oh right
yeah
well
you’re fucked actually
now how the FUCK are you gonna explain you’ve been to his apartment after he just broke it off with her
SHE’S GONNA THINK YOU MADE HIM BREAK IT OFF WITH EUNBI FOR YOU
“what?”
wow very smart
“how the fuck do you know that, y/n?”
just calm down
think logically
“eunbi, he’s literally a damn gamer. it was a stereotypical joke but i’m pretty sure he does.”
GOOD SAVE GOOD SAVE
it’s quiet on the other line for a moment
“right, right, sorry. i’m being paranoid.”
“paranoid for what? u’d hate it if i did something with him?”
“well, i wouldn’t like it to be honest but i guess you can do whatever you want. it’d just be a shitty thing to do.”
???
“why, though? like you said he’s fucking everyone and their mother. you weren’t seeing each other romantically and y’all weren’t on platonic terms either. it was just sex.”
the other line is quiet
you conclude, “unless you… unless you’ve caught feelings for him.”
silence
eunbi is dead silent
“really eunbi? a JUNIOR?”
“ughhhh it’s not my fault, okay! he’s just so…” she deeply sighs. “he just knows what to say.”
yeah
yeah you know what she means
“i’m sorry he broke it off like that.”
“it’s okay. maybe it’s better before i actually catch some real feelings.”
you sigh and rub your forehead. “you’re in uni to get your degree, not let guys walk all over you and ESPECIALLY not geeks that are younger than you.”
she softly chuckles, “right. well anyways, i gotta go. i’ll talk to you later.”
“okay…” you quietly sigh as you hang up the phone and slam your phone down onto the couch besides you
for fucks sake
if you didn’t already feel stupid for playing this stupid game with jungkook, you feel guilty now
but why? they weren’t a thing
they weren’t anything
you could’ve very well already been sleeping with jungkook (gross!) when she told you
so does it matter in the end?
it’s just a matter of circumstances
worse than the circumstances you find yourself in right now
clubbing on a friday evening with tae and his mates
wearing the tightest little skirt you own
a long sleeve shirt that plunges almost all the way down to your belly button, cleavage on display
makeup and hair done the way you like it
you look absolutely stunning (u always do bae <3)
tae came to pick you up and now you’re standing in a club, hugging your phone to your chest as you wait by the bar
joon, yoongi, tae and seokjin are present
and yoongi looks mighty mighty MIGHTYYYY good
his long black hair is slicked back and he’s dressed in all black like he walked off the set of a mafia movie
you’ve taken just two shots so far but taehyung hitting The Shoot to a song that it doesn’t fit on whilst recording it for his insta story is enough to turn your babysitter instinct on
but
your phone buzzes
instagram notification
probably taehyung tagging you on his story again for the nth time tonight
you glance at your phone anyways
📸 @.jungkook97 has requested to follow you!
?
??
???
what the fuck
what the literal FUCK?
why is he
WHY IS HE ????
Oh for fucks sake
shit shit
what do you do?
accepting and declining his follow request would both just look like you’re still playing his game
and ur NOT!!!
swear
your thumb hovers over the confirm button
girl just accept his follow request and he’ll see how unbothered you are thru ur story
NO
decline and put him BEHIND you.
nooooo just accept :))
decline.
accept!!
DECLINE
before you can even accept or decline
an arm brushes against your elbow and you snap your head up to look at the person
is it .. who u think it is ..
“you don’t look like you’re enjoying your night,” he says as he nods towards taehyung
oh shit it’s yoongi
his voice is so deep and gravely. goodness gracious.
what perfect timing
you really needed something to take your mind off of all this bs
“i’m babysitting a grown man,” you chuckle, crossing your arms as you lean back against the bar
“he’s not your responsibility so you’re a good friend for that.”
hmmm
what a sweet thing to say :(
“thanks, yoongles.”
he chuckles and shakes his head. “what did i say about calling me yoongles?”
hm hm hm
you quip, “want me to call you something else instead?”
WHERES UR DECORUM???
TWO SHOTS AND UR LOSING UR MIND
he glances at you. “i’d blame the alcohol for your boldness but you had water the other day and you were still on demon time.”
???
you giggle and shake your head. “i’m fine. i’m just having fun, yoonie.”
“don’t call me that either.”
you should really listen to him but why are you such a fucking lightweight MANNNNN
you lean into his face. “you know, you have really pretty lips. like you could be a mouth model.” your eyes are glued to his lips and his eyes are staring down at you as you close your eyes in on his lips
“that so?”
(guys his lips…)
“like they’re so pink and plump. and soft. wow, you could totally be a mouth mod–”
yoongi chuckles and shakes his head before he cuts you off. “just kiss me.”
PAUSE
RECORD SCRATCH
WAITTT
you blink at him a couple times. “my lip combo cost me–”
“38 bucks, i know. you make them look that good and expect not to be kissed?”
DAMN
wow
that was so
smooth wow wait
uhhh
you
you kinda want to
so maybe you should
your eyes ping pong between both his eyes, a slight pinch on your brows. “i mean,” you pause, “it’s just a kiss.”
and before you know it, you’ve gently pressed your lips against his.
wow
his lips are so damn soft
so so soft
you cup his soft cheeks and pull him a but closer, lips messily painting his
but he doesn’t seem to mind when he holds you close by your waist, lips moving against yours in your own rhythm
you part your lips and he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue through, gently licking into your mouth and allowing himself to taste the alcohol on your tongue
you move your hand down to his chest, other arm wrapping around his neck
suddenly a tap on your shoulder makes you jump
fuck fucj
who is that who is that
pls don’t be him
you pull away and glance over your shoulder
to be met with
none other than
oh.
it’s tae
WHEW
why are you still worried he’ll catch you? he doesn’t even go clubbing and he wasn’t here with tae or any of the other guys
he starts tugging on the both of you
“GUYS. dance on the dance floor! not at the bar. y’all look STUPID.” he slurs his words and you realize he thinks y’all are dancing and not … making out
what a dumbass
yoongi glances at you and chuckles, making you reach up and wipe his lips clean of the gloss you just smeared on his lips with your thumbs
you pull him to the dance floor, back turned to him
and so, you lead his hands to your hips as you continue to sway your hips to the song
he grips your hips and presses the side of his face against the side of your head
you close your eyes, allowing yourself to feel the music and the beat pumping through your veins
you needed this
no thoughts right now
you lean your head back against his chest, cranium grazing his collarbones as he continues to respectfully keep his hands on your hips
you dance with him for a few songs, allowing yourself to forget about everything. you’ve been acting a fool lately and yoongi is making you feel okay
you feel okay.
you feel okay.
you feel okay.
that is until yoongi stops moving behind you
just as you turn to look over your shoulder, you see
you see him
him
him
him
Him
HIM
h
i
m
“can i borrow her from you?” is all you hear as you stare at his lips, watching the lip rings move as he talks
what the hell
“sure, man.” yoongi pats jungkook on the shoulder before smiling at you and disappearing in the sea of bodies
no
yoongi, don’t leave
no no no
your heart is beating in your ass.
jungkook closes the distance between you and swiftly turns you around by your waist, holding your back close against his chest
your heart is definitely beating through your back and he can feel it through his chest, you’re sure of it
why the hell is he here?
he never goes clubbing
what is going on????
“no one likes a tryhard, y/n.” he says into your ear as he sways left to right
????
what?
no literally what
“you’re so pretty, so elegant. you could have the world at your feet,” he continues, hands respectfully dropping to your hips as he holds your hips and sways them for you
because
you
are
literally
fucking
frozen
“and yet, you’re seeking attention like you don’t matter.” his words are literally creating a dry lump in your throat
you literally did nothing wrong today
you didn’t do anything to get a reaction out of him
and yet he’s tearing into you???
you don’t deserve it this time
that’s enough
you’ve had enough
you slowly peel his hands off your hips and turn to him, glaring right up at him
he tilts his head to the side as he stares you down
everything happens
at once
you realize what’s going on
when you’re staring at the side of jungkook’s face
his cheek that’s reddening
and a clench in his jaw
right
you just
slapped him
you watch as he slowly nods like he knows he deserved that
he slowly turns his head to look at you and you’re vibrating with rage
“fuck you, jungkook. you absolute fucking asshole.”
you watch him open his mouth to respond but you don’t let him speak
you continue, “the world doesn’t fucking revolve around you but you know why you think it does?” you give him a moment to think about it.
but this time he’s not saying anything. he just stares at you
“because you’re a damn narcissist and you think any and everyone is out to get dicked down by you.” you bring your hand up to wipe your runny nose with the back of your hand
girl … you’re tearing into him
“but you’re just a fucking loser that games all day and gets his dick wet by girls who are also just looking for a release. you’re not anything fucking special, there’s nothing you can offer anyone except for good dick and your math notes.”
you can’t seem to stop though
“yeah, i admit, i sat next to you that day and talked to you like that with questionable intentions but that was because i wanted to see how far you’d be willing to take tae and joon’s ‘warning’, not because i fucking want you cause i don’t. i said it before and i’ll say it again but you gross me the fuck out.”
wrap it up before he cries… or before you cry
his big black eyes are staring straight at you, lips slightly parted and just a look of shock on his face
his cheek is decorated with a red print of your hand
“at the end of the day you are absolutely,” you pause as you narrow your eyes, “nothing but a fuckboy.”
by the clench in his jaw, the pinch in between his brows, the squint in his eyes and the quick scrunch in his nose, you can tell he doesn’t fucking like that
but you clearly don’t give a fuck anymore
he had it coming
tears prick in your eyes but you refuse to let them fall in his presence
what gives him the right to make you feel so small and humiliate you like that?
and with that, you shove your hand against his shoulder and push past him
you stumble all the way to the restrooms and book an uber
you wait for the uber’s arrival in the stalls
and leave without another word to anyone else
jungkook: 2
you: 1
to be continued
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APPLE CIDER (bedroom sessions)
Sparkling apple cider. Once a sweet, refreshing drink you could easily enjoy. Now everytime you’re reminded of that cursed drink all you get is the sour memories that came with it. One memory including the fallout of yours and (now ex) boyfriend, Jay's relationship. But, it just so happens Jay is determined to win your heart back once again. Will he be able to restore the sweet taste? Or will apple cider ruin your life once again?
read part one here!
genre : exes to lovers, written fic, angst, fluff, dual pov (but more y/n, highschool au
featuring : enhypen, chaewon of lsfm, kwon eunbi, ocs : hyun-woo, mrs. lim
warnings : swearing (lots), ignorant parents (only mentioned), crying, food, parties, groveling??? idk, reader has the same bad habits, blood/injuries
wc : 7k
pairing : jay x fem!reader
YENQA : i worked really hard on this and im really happy with the outcome!! i hope you guys like it as much as i do :) also!! everyone thank @yeokii and @redm4ri for proof reading this!!
000 FIRST HEARTBREAK (prologue)
It was junior year when you first met him. Just last year (2022), Hyun-woo walked up to you in the library with a charming but sweet smile, he sat next to you and introduced himself. At first you were skeptical, unsure of your new friendship. But his stupid cute smile and his enchanting eyes lured you right in.
That night you had left with his number and a smile on your face.
The next few weeks he barely ever talked to you, sufficing with a small wave in the hallways or small talk about classwork. But when spring was just around the corner, that had immediately changed.
Hundreds of messages came through in the span of two months. You two would talk for hours and hours on end about anything really. His sweet smile would stay throughout all those facetimes, sometimes you wondered if his face would fall off if he smiled any longer.
After months of talking, you figured out you were hopelessly falling for him. And there was no way out. But you also figured he must’ve liked you back—I mean those hundreds of calls weren’t for nothing were they?
At first, they weren’t. He eventually asked you out in May and you dated happily for three months.
Since he was your first you didn’t know how a relationship should work, or how one should act in it. You thought him ghosting you for weeks on end was normal, and that everyone went through it. Even if it wasn’t normal, he came back to you, showering you in gifts such as stuffed animals and gold jewelry. So, you continued on with the relationship, knowing he would come back to you anyways.
But then, he didn’t come back. It was September and you hadn’t talked to him all August—to say the least you were confused. Where had he been all this time?
The first day of school you had immediately ran up to him, you remembered you had said, “What’s wrong? Why have you been ignoring me all last month?”
And he laughed.
He laughed straight at your worried expression.
And you want to cry.
It was all a bet, he said. One that involved completely playing with you to win some money.
You couldn’t cry in front of him, nor could you run away from him like a fucking loser (which you really wanted to do but you wouldn’t want to see the pleasure on his face). All you could do was say “Okay,” and walk away. That’s all you did—So hopefully to him you seemed unfazed. But that facade didn’t last long.
You almost tripped over things or even people on the way to the bathroom, sobbing your eyes out until they had wrung dry.
You were sad—Yes, but you were also frustrated by how stupid you were.
He didn’t even talk to you half the time, he barely even knew what you liked or disliked, he didn’t even pay attention to the kind of jewelry you wore—he bought a gold necklace for you as a loyal silver wearer, and overall you were just stupid. Stupid to fall for the role he put on.
Crying usually didn’t take long for you, usually an half an hour at most. But that day you had sobbed and sobbed in that stupid toilet stall for one hour and you didn’t feel like going back to class with your crusty eyes, so you accidentally skipped your first three periods.
You remember that day as vividly as possible. Your parents were furious that you skipped three classes—So angry they didn’t even look twice at the dark circles under your puffy eyes or the red tint that had covered your face.
One thing you knew was that you never told them, the only thing telling them would get you was a scolding because you skipped three classes over a boy. A boy who was your “first love”. And as stupid as it sounds, they wouldn’t understand. Honestly you wouldn’t be surprised if they told you that they thought your feelings were just little pranks you were playing on them.
If your parents thought that, everyone probably thought that. So, you put on a happy face for Chaewon, even if she knew you were sad she probably didn’t even care. I mean if Hyun-woo didn’t even like you, who would?
001 REALIZING THE OBVIOUS
Jay never thought he was stupid. Actually, he found much pride in how smart he was. He was always the kind of person to think before they say something. He was never impulsive—Well until he met you that is. But that didn’t really end well did it?
It made it even worse that nobody seemed to care. Sunoo didn’t even send a sad look his way (which by the way—Was totally deserved even if he did mess up).
“Why the long face, Jay? You lose another cute girl?” Jake teases, a grin appearing on his face.
“Who was it again? Hyun-woo’s ex-girlfriend?" Sunghoon's smile grows, “Finally played her?”
Jay groans, “Yeah, i did, but i messed up, bad.”
“What- did Hyun-woo threaten to jump you again?” Jungwon's eyebrows furrow, almost worried that Jay would lose in a fight with him—which he definitely wouldn’t.
“God, you guys are so ignorant, think about the poor girl for once.” Sunoo sighs, rolling his eyes at his friend's fuckboy-ness.
Jay almost rolls his eyes at Sunoo's comment. Were you thinking about Y/n when you blurted his secret out? But he knew he had to take accountability, whether he liked it or not.
“No way. Does the Park Jay feel bad about a girl? The Heartbreaker Park Jay?" Jake asks. And Jay wonders why he’s even friends with them. “Okay, I do feel bad. How do you apologize to a girl? Also Sunoo?"
He tilts his head.
“Never get drunk again.” Jay warns.
He scoffs, “Weren’t you planning on telling her anyways? I just ripped the bandage off for you.”
The group of boys burst into laughter but Jay couldn’t seem to figure out what was funny. “I didn’t come here for you guys to laugh at my misery.”
Niki gasps, “Jay, you’re actually serious about this one? This is a first.”
This time Jay actually rolls his eyes, “No dumbass- I’m just mad I can’t play around with her anymore.” The group seems fully convinced, some nodding their heads in expectancy. Jay’s eyebrows furrow seeing them be so blind to his problem, “I was kidding.” He deadpans, “I’m serious about her.”
His nose scrunches ever so slightly, “Oh. Well then you’re in huge trouble.”
“I know.”
“Okay—But seriously,” Jay asked, “How should I apologize?” A sudden wave of silence washed over them, looking at each other and shrugging.
-
Apologies, apologies, apologies was what went through his brain that night. What could he do that could fix the mess he had made?
People say real apologies came from the heart, but what even came from the heart? It’s an organ.
Jay’s mind felt like it was about to explode. It’s been an hour but his mind was empty, completely hollow. How could he fix this situation? Well first he could say sorry—Not that you would forgive him easily but it was a crucial part to his fix.
Until it finally clicked.
002 JAY’S “MASTER” PLAN
Last week you couldn’t bear the thought of coming back to school after the party, but here you were, driving yourself to school after a very sad three week mid winter break. A band aid now covering the tip of your finger that you had picked off. And—Of course. You forgot your water bottle again.
You sigh, fixing your silver necklace, you brush your hair behind your hair and open the car to—Oh fuck.
Why did Jay just happen to look like a fucking angel fallen from heaven at 7am in the morning?
And why was Jay here so early at school? You usually arrive much earlier than him.
You compose yourself, walking past him. Holding yourself to not even slightly slow down or look back.
Finally arriving at your locker you open it, looking at the light pink bag in it, one that you never put in it. Your eyebrows furrow as you pick it up, opening the mysterious bag.
You smile at the small snacks inside. A small bag of your favorite chips and a few of your favorite candies. That smile drops when you see an apple shaped sticky note with familiar handwriting inside.
Some gasps behind you, you jump, quickly turning around to see your beloved friends. “Someone’s got a secret admirer?” Eunbi teases, both Chaewon and her walking up to you.
You sigh, “It’s from Jay, do you want it?” You offer to both of them. They both grab it, sharing whatever snacks are in there.
“Oh!” Chaewon lights up, “Here’s your coffee.” She smiles with guilt. You smile back, gladly taking a sip of the slightly bitter drink to quench your thirst.
“Did the note say anything?” Eunbi pulls out the slightly crumpled sticky note in there. You glance at it, noticing Jay’s very asymmetrical heart.
You unconsciously laugh, quickly covering it up before grabbing the small note, reading it.
To My Apple,
I was stupid to use you to get back at him. Honestly the most stupid thing I would ever do and I deeply regret it. I’m sorry. I know you probably don’t want to see me right now and I understand that you want your space from me. I just want to make it clear, I really do love you and I would never ever do something that horrible to you again. And I'm willing to do whatever it takes to be on good terms even if you don’t fully forgive me for what I did to you. I truly am in love with and honestly I can’t live without you. Fuck I just miss you, you don’t have to respond or anything I just want to make it clear that I’m sorry, and I love you so much.
Jay
And your lips tug up just a bit.
“Y/n are you okay? You’ve been quiet since you’ve read that. What’s on there?” Chaewon asks, moving next to you to read from the flimsy paper.
Your eyes widen slightly, “Oh—It’s nothing.” you fumble with the paper a bit, “Nothing important.”
Eunbi laughs, “You’re such a bad liar, Y/n. But if it’s from Jay then you have to tell us.” Chaewon nods.
“No! I mean, it’s not from Jay. Let’s just go to class?” You smile at them shoving the sticky note into whatever pants pocket you have.
“You’re lucky you have your first period alone Missy.”
Throwing them a cheeky smile, you quickly walk to the nearest trash can, quickly tossing it in before looking around. You make eye contact with Jay and quickly look away again.
God—Why was the universe never on your side?
Though you try to ignore the small frown on his face, it runs through your head all day. Until, suddenly you're walking to your math seat again.
“Y/n you’re lucky that this is the only period I have with you, and that we spend all of lunch with our mouths stuffed” Eunbi groans, unpacking her notebook. She places it down neatly on her desk, before leaning forward to you.
“So, was it from Jay? Weren’t- like apples your thing?”
You let out a sigh, turning around “Apple cider was our thing. And maybe.”
She frowns, “Maybe? Y/n tell me, yes or no.”
You shrug again, turning back to the front making eye contact with the man himself again.
Does this man ever stop looking at you? Because you were almost certain his eyes were glued onto you. You look down at your notebook, trying to act as unbothered as possible—Which doesn’t really work since you hear Eunbi snickers..
You roll your eyes even though Eunbi can’t see it, she can read you like a book, whispering “If you keep rolling your eyes they’ll fall to the back of your head.”
Leaning back, you whisper, “I don’t think that’s how it works, stay in school Eunbi.”
003 PLAN IN MOTION
Getting out of the car the next day you hope and pray to every fucking god you know that you won’t see his familiar face again. But nothing ever seems to go well for you, because you see his sad smile through the window of his car.
You repeat what you did yesterday, walk away as quickly as you can without looking weird. But your legs quickly pick up because of your nervousness, speed walking to the entrance doors instead. You lean on the door, pushing to open it before walking in the same pace to your locker.
Then you finally slow your pace, opening your locker to see another light pink bag.
This time, the same snacks but with a plastic water bottle inside, with a little note saying “Make sure to drink lots of water <3”. You subconsciously smile, fishing out the piece of paper neatly tucked in.
Unfolding the paper, your jaw drops at the pencil writing that manages to cover the whole page.
Apple, my love, I might not be the best at words but I think seeing your lips tug up at my other small note motivated me to write this. Did I ever tell you that your smile brightens up my day? As cheesy as it sounds at night I used (I still do btw) to think about whatever stupid joke I made when we were on a date and how you would laugh happily at it, even if it was the worst joke ever known to mankind. And as embarrassing as it is to admit it I would giggle about it. Before and after we started dating. But you always cover your mouth when you laugh. but you shouldn’t. Your smile makes me feel like everything going wrong in my life will fix itself. When I was with you I had no worries, you made me feel free. But I’ve only brought you worries. I’m sorry.
Recently, I’ve been noticing you’ve been smiling less and yesterday you forgot to bring your water bottle to school. Please stay healthy and eat well, okay? Even if you hate me, I still care for your health. Don’t skip meals and drink lots of water, please. I’d do anything just to have a five minute conversation with you. I understand that what I did was unforgivable and that you shouldn't trust me again but please, put your trust in me one more time and please come to Azalea park at 3pm tomorrow and I’ll explain everything. I know you're angry but I beg that you be angrier at a closer distance. I’m sorry for the mess I’ve made, and I promise I’ll fix it.
Jay
Your eyebrows furrow. Was he serious? Was he trying to publicly embarrass you? Why did you want to go so bad?
Opening your phone to quickly text up Eunbi and Chaewon, who mysteriously hadn’t shown up yet.
You
bitch jay just wrote me a long last letter abt how hes sorry and how he truly loves me and wants to meet up and make things right????
where tf are yall btw
eunbi mlll
SHUT THE FUCK UP.
ARE YOU SERIOUS??
YOU HAVE TO GO
also chae cant drive me so bus it is…
chaechae
sorry ill be late to school 2day bc doctors lolsies
but r u sure eunbi????
y/n i love u but idk if this is a good idea
wait what did he say
eunbi mlll
NO U HAVE TO GO
but let us see the letter to confirm if hes sincere
You
im not about to show U guys the letter
Omfg guys i almost giggled reading it. this is Bad.
he said that he would do anything for a five minute talk with me and that he knows im mad at him but to be mad at a close distance???
now… i am Nawt your strongest soldier.
chaechae
shit if he wrote me that i wouldve folded too
changed my mind i say do it
You
so…. 2/2 votes yes?
thats kinda nerve racking idk if im ready to face him
eunbi mlll
y/n i am ready to get down on my knees and beg for u to go
you got this girl!
worst case scenario u slap him and embarrass him
chaechae
or maybe slap him when you get there, saves you the time
Just Kidding!!! Hahaha
You
Not funny at all.
hate u all
FUCKK now i have to text him and say im going
eunbi mlll
why not let him suffer???????
You
ill feel bad
chaechae
Oh
i mean did jay do that when you guys met??
You
fuck u
You exit your group chat, looking several spots down and spotting Jay contact, wincing at your last messages.
You
i’ll be at the park by 3. don’t fuck this up park
jay
wouldn’t even think about it
004 THE MEETING
Why did I agree to this again?
You glance at the clock, 2:58, I should head out now.
Sighing you open your door, walking to—From what you can distinguish from his back, Jay. you walk around the bench, brushing whatever dirt was on it and taking a seat.
Jay gives you a relieved smile, glasses framing his face perfectly-
“Glasses?” You blurt, studying the frame of them.
He coughs awkwardly, “Yeah- I um—I got them yesterday, forgot to wear them to school.”
Awkward silence washes over you two. Well was he going to say something or not?
And it’s almost like he can read your thoughts, because he starts, “Look—Apple. I just wanted to apologize in real life. It was a shitty move of me to use you-”
“Yeah- very shitty.” You interrupt, “Sorry, go on.”
“Oh okay, um- it was a terrible decision I made and I totally messed with you at the beginning, and never told you, I’m sorry.”
He pauses, choosing his words carefully.
“And—I regret it so much. I mean, you were the best thing that ever happened to me and I didn’t want to fuck it up, which would’ve happened anyways. I should’ve told you earlier on before I asked you out but I was afraid. Afraid that the only good thing in my fucked up life would vanish. So I ran away from the problem instead of talking to you about it like I should’ve. I’m sorry for running away and I swear, I would never hurt you—ever again. You don’t have to give me an answer yet, but just know that I still love you with all my heart.”
You take a deep breath, Fuck—what do I say? Should I ask him what he had against Hyun-woo?
Deciding to ask, you look at him with a hint of disappointment, “So why? What do you have against him that made you play with me?”
His eyebrows raise slightly, surprised you didn’t slap him and leave.
“Oh— it’s kind of stupid.” He says, pushing up his glasses slightly.
“I mean he both kinda fucked us over, right? I won’t judge, I hate his guts anyways.”
Jay lets out a breathy smile. “I used to be on the rugby team, remember?”
“Of course I do.”
“Well—I sound like such an egotistical jerk when I say this, but he took the captain position from me by sweet talking his way to the top. It wasn’t mine to begin with, but everyone thought that I deserved it the most, but of course, he took it from me. I wasn’t super mad or anything, I actually thought I was too cocky for um—thinking I deserved the position. It didn’t really help that he also kind of made fun of me any chance he got for not being captain. Blaming me for every loss we had then I just- snapped I guess? I quit then and there and here I am now. Even after I quit he still talked shit about me and I couldn’t really do anything. And I saw you and…” he trails off, “You know what happened.”
You swallow hard, trying to take it all in. “I’m sorry that happened to you.”
You nervously start picking at whatever skin on your ring finger you could find, looking down so you wouldn’t have to look at his expression.
“It’s not your fault, don’t apologize, Apple. Plus I’m over it.”
He suddenly scowls, grabbing the now bleeding hand.
“Stop doing this. It’s not good” He pulls out a bandaid from his pocket, carefully placing it around your finger.
You laugh at the sight, “You carry around band aids now?”
“Ever since I met you, yeah.” He slips out and you both go silent.
Was that true? He noticed it?
You clear your throat awkwardly, yanking your hand away after he finishes. “Thank you for the band aid—uh, about your apology, I appreciate it, but I need some time to think about it, if that's okay?”
“Yeah, take your time, I understand.” He gives you a soft smile, which you return. Waving at him while walking to your car.
You sit in the driver’s seat, calling the group chat while backing out.
Chaewon joins first, “So…. How’d it go? Did you slap him? Or did you forgive him?”
Eunbi joins just after, waiting for your answer.
“I don’t know how to feel.” You answer, sighing.
“Hey, you’ll figure it out Y/n! Don’t worry, everything will be fine.” Eunbi gives you a thumbs up with a soft smile.
You nod, returning her smile, and you try to believe it too.
005 THE CALL
As soon as you were out of view Jay pulled his phone out, noticing the ten text messages from the man himself.
sunoo
jayyy
hello
where r u
wait r u two meeting today
OK IK U WONT SEE THIS
so i just want to say sorry for… kinda ruining ur relationship.
IM SO SORRY I WAS DRUNKK PLEASE FORGIVE MEEE
anyways.. text me back whenever u can!!
have fun with y/n
hope it goes well
A smile grows on Jay’s face, he presses his contact photo, bringing his phone to his ear.
“Jay! I didn’t think you would answer so soon?”
“It’s been fifteen minutes? I feel like that's a good amount of time to have a conversation.” Did you just want to leave him as soon as possible? Fuck maybe he didn’t have a chance to win you ba-
“Oh! It’s been fifteen minutes? I guess time flies when you’re on your phone right?” Nevermind.
“So! Did you and Y/n kiss and make up? Or was she angry?”
“No, we just talked? Like I said we would?”
“Are you sure?” Sunoo says in a teasing tone. With that simple sentence, Jay could tell Sunoo was probably giggling to himself about you two meeting up.
“Yes I’m sure? Why would I be lying?” Jay feels the wind pick up some speed, an indication he should go home. He walks himself to the car while talking to Sunoo.
“So you’re telling me, all you did was apologize and she left?”
“Yeah.”
Sunoo groans, “That’s so boring! Totally thought you would have a movie moment then.”
“I mean the only thing unexpected I told her was what happened with Hyun-woo and me.”
He dramatically gasps, “But you never tell anyone? Why does she get to know and not me?”
“She asked.” Jay shrugs, starting the car.
“But you never told me, I only know that you two hate each other! This is straight favoritism. Can’t believe you.” Sunoo angrily exclaims, deciding to hang up the call.
Jay sighs, driving back home.
006 DAY RUINER
Today, you smile as you leave your car. Instead of walking as fast as you can to the doors, you even wave at Jay’s car pulling in. He waves back, a big smile on his face that catches onto yours. You happily walk to the entrance, pushing open the entrance door and walking to your locker.
Getting your first period textbook, and closing your locker, you quickly spot Eunbi and Chaewon walking towards you.
“Someones happy, did you get a good morning message from your lover?” Eunbi teases.
You take a sip of the coffee Chaewon gave you. “No? Can’t a girl just have a good day?” You twirl around.
“Okay you’re acting really weird. Is something wrong?” They exchange glances, waiting for your answer.
“Yeah, somethings wrong.” A male voice comes up to you. Your smile immediately drops. Hyun-woo looks at you, standing between you and Eunbi, he grabs your hand dragging you away.
“What the fuck? Get off me!” You exclaim, trying your best to yank your hand away from him. But apparently his rugby muscles could keep you in his hold, but definitely way too tight for comfort. Hopefully you won't get a big ass bruise there.. He leads you to a hallway which is surprisingly empty.
“Can we talk? Y/n?”
You scoff, “Are you crazy? You drag me here and expect me to want to have a civil conversation with you?’ huffing, you turn back around.
“I want to get back together, Y/n!”
You stop in your tracks, turning around at his conflicted face before bursting out laughing. You only laugh more looking at his hurt face.
“Y/n are you laughing? I’m serious! I want you back! And I know you want me back too!”
You finally stop laughing, taking a deep breath “Gosh you’re funny Hyun-woo. Okay, I’m leaving.” He grabs you again. Does this guy think he’s in a kdrama or something?
“Y/n. I didn’t mean to hurt you, and I miss you. Can we get back together?”
“So… you played me, and you want to get back together?”
“I wouldn’t say played-”
“Oh but I would. And can you get your hand off me? I can feel your odor latching on to me.” Yanking your hand away, you look at him in disgust.
“Y/n please. Can we-”
“You’re insane Hyun-woo. If you haven’t gotten the hint yet—Which I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t, I’m not interested in dating someone who’s a lookalike to the hunchback of Notre Dame. Actually, maybe that would be an improvement to you.” You shrug, walking away. Shivering in disgust at the thought of him grabbing your arm.
How did I even like this guy? Also what is it with men these days? A scowl is very obvious on your face as you walk back to your lockers. Before you get back to Chaewon and Eunbi, someone taps you from behind.
You turn, “I swear to god Hyun-woo if you-”
“Not Hyun-woo, just me.”
You turn to see Jay, a frown present on his face. Your mouth widens slightly and you close it right away. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize for that, but are you okay? Why did he do that?” He checks your wrist for any forming bruises. Tsking at the slight red tint on your arm. “I’m fine, Jay. It was for something stupid anyways.” you answer, grabbing at his hands to stop.
“What’d he do?” You can hear the genuine concern in his voice and you know you’ll feel horrible if you don’t tell him.
“He just,” you cough awkwardly, “asked to get back together.”
His face changes slightly, but you can’t tell how, “Did you agree?”
“Oh god no—oh my god I wouldn’t even spare a single thought thinking about it.” You laugh, squeezing his hand slightly. A wave of relief washes over his face, “I’m glad. Call me if he does it again, okay?”
“Am I supposed to be your damsel in distress?”
“I was thinking we could kick his ass together.”
You let out a giggle, “I’ll make sure to let you know then,” waving goodbye, you walking back to your beloved trio.
“Oh my god, I didn’t know the talk went that well, you guys were flirting so hard!” Chaewon whisper-yells.
“We were not flirting.”
“Oh you so were. You literally giggled while talking to him” Eunbi agrees.
“I did?”
“See it was so natural you didn’t even notice! I wasn’t really a fan of Jay but he clearly makes you happy.” Chaewon admits, putting her hands up in surrender from Eunbi’s offended look.
“I don’t know. I mean he did kinda use me. So who says he won’t do it again?”
“Me, I do. If he does I’ll literally punch him to oblivion” Eunbi and Chaewon start pretend boxing, the bell interrupting their match. They both groan, giving up mid match.
“I’m glad I’m friends with the next Muhammad Ali, but I’m going to go to class now.” You laugh, waving goodbye and walking to your first period.
007 CALLS AT MIDNIGHT
Your math class gave you time to think about everything going wrong in your life, because who was actually listening to Mrs. Lim’s blabbering? You doodle little hearts in your notebook, now noticing that you hadn’t written a single note and the whole page was just covered in your drawings.
Does this class never end or something? You wonder, checking the clock.
Twenty minutes left, you internally groan, how is it that time moves so slow during times like these? You bring your hand to your mouth, biting the nail off your ring finger. Feeling a vibration coming from your phone, you quickly take a look at the board, making sure the teacher was still writing before checking it.
jay
stop
You
whatd i do???
jay
stop biting your nails
i can see you doing it yk
You
thats none of your business
jay
it’s not
but i still care ya know
You
oh really?
jay
really.
You
fine whatever 🙄🙄
The smile that had grown on your face quickly fades the moment you even notice it was there. Why are you folding so easily Y/n? You have to give him a hard time! You sigh louder than you realize, quickly feeling embarrassment when Mrs. Lim stares right at you.
“Is something wrong, Y/n?” Mrs. Lim asks, a cruel eyebrow raised.
Oh, fuck me. “No Mrs. Lim, nothing is wrong.” You smile as sweetly as you can.
“Then I guess you won’t mind answering one of these questions?” She showcases three equations on the board.
Your smile falls slightly, not this shit again, you complain, walking up to the first equation staring at it blankly while she picks the next two students. Holding the marker up and pretending to think, knowing damn well that you hadn’t listened to a single thing she said that day.
Looking over to the person next to you, Jay, seems to already be looking in your direction, a small smile on his face.
“Looks like you need help this time, Apple? What a twist.”
You roll your eyes, “You didn’t even need help last time. But yes, I do. Could you please—like give me the answer or something?”
“X equals four point five seven.”
You finally return his smile, a small thank you coming out as you write it on the board.
After another long twenty minutes the bell finally rings, indicating that school is finally over. Your usual after school routine was, 1. walk to your car with Chaewon and Eunbi (sometimes you hung out, but today you weren’t) 2. Go home (duh), and start your homework, 3. Eat dinner, and 4. Go on your phone until you fall asleep. You didn’t mind this arrangement, it kept you comfortable knowing that you had some free time later in the day. But today, you were dreading it more than ever.
Why? you ask?
Every couple of days, whenever your phone wasn’t doing your boredom justice you put it down for a good three minutes. And those three minutes entirely made up of you staring at the ceiling and thinking. That was the problem. You didn’t want to think about a single thing that happened today. You didn’t want to think about your upcoming tests that only got you nervous before you were about to go to bed or your love life (which it sometimes went to but you always dreaded even bringing up the topic to yourself).
Tonight was one of those nights you would stare at the ceiling.
The topic you always first thought of was what you did earlier that day. But unfortunately for you, half of the day you had thought about you and Jay basically holding each other's hands. And the other half was thinking about if you forgave Jay yet.
You wanted to say you didn’t. That you would have to take at least two weeks after the apology to even think about the apology. But two days after the apology, here you were. Staring into space about how you think he would react to you forgiving him.
I mean you had basically already forgave him, I mean you wouldn’t have squeezed someone's hand you hated, right? And you definitely don’t miss the voice of someone you hate.
Staring at the ceiling clearly wasn’t a good idea. Because you were already grabbing your phone, looking at his contact. Just above it is your group chat with Eunbi and Chaewon. Maybe you should get a greenlight before you decide to call him.
You glance at the clock, making sure it wasn’t too late to text your friends. The clock hits 11:52 as you look at it. Typing out the texts, you wait until the message sends before closing out of the app.
You
hey guys lawl
r u awake
pls say Yes!
Luckily, Chaewon answers just a few seconds after you close the app.
chaechae
hi im awake
is eunbi awake around this time???
You
no shes never awake past 10 LMFAO
shouldve messaged u privately
chaechae
HELPP FR
wait so what did u want to talk abt
You
Uhmm
so uh
do u think its weird that i’ve forgiven jay so easily and should i call him.. lowkey miss him
chaechae
BITCH U FORGAVE HIM??
WHEN
ok but no??
i mean anyone could literally see how hard he tried to make it up to you
and call him!! Yolo
You
ok Thx!!!!
chaechae
yw 😘😘
Closing the chat, you look at his caller i.d, noticing how big his smile was in the contact photo you never deleted. Smiling, you look down at the call button, wondering if this was a good idea or not. You hesitantly lift your finger, hovering over the rectangle before clicking it.
The phone rings twice, before he answers.
“Y/n, is everything okay? Why are you calling at midnight?”
“Everything’s fine, don't worry, but sorry, did I wake you up?”
You can hear shuffling on his side of the call, before he answers, “No no, I was awake. Why did you call?”
“Honestly? I just wanted to hear your voice.”
He lets out a low chuckle, “Really? That’s it?”
“I also think I forgive you and I want to be your girlfriend again.”
A wave of silence washes over you two. Not a single sound comes through your phone, not a single shuffling or anything. Maybe you shouldn’t have called him, this was a stupid idea. Who let you make important decisions past ten o’clock?
Until he starts up again. “Wait, really?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
“You don’t have to answer that right now if you’re not ready to, I can wait eternity for you.”
“No it’s okay, That’s my answer. Let’s give this thing another try.”
“Thank you, Apple. I’ve missed you a lot, you know?”
You smile, “I’ve missed you a lot too.”
008 FOREVER
“Jay, it’s a Saturday.”
He has a huge grin on his face, he very proudly presents what’s in his hands. A bouquet of white and purple roses with a mix of some unknown flower sit in his hands, the brown paper wrapped by twine making him loudly announce every move he’s about to make.
“So? I missed my girl.”
You sigh, rubbing your pried open eyes. “At nine in the morning? I wake up at like eleven.” His smile never falters, not a single bit, “I got you flowers.” Jay says, handing them to you.
“Thank you, Jay. But these are so bright they could literally blind me.”
“I put a lot of thought into this, you know? ‘Made sure to pick the prettiest one for you.” He points to the unknown purple flower. “This is called a Heliotrope.”
“Is there a meaning to it?”
“You’ll figure it out.” He smirks. Rolling your eyes, you invite him into your house. placing the bouquet carefully on your desk before inviting him to sit on your bed.
You lay back in the spot you were before you had opened the door. About to tuck yourself back in when you realize you have a guest with you, you toss the blanket open, gesturing for him to lay next to you. Jay gladly accepts, laying next to you. Closing your eyes you feel the dip in the bed right next to you.
You two both move to get comfortable, finding it best when you’re facing each other, arms lazily thrown over each other.
“Did you just come here to cuddle?” You ask, the words barely coming out of your throat. A soft chuckle comes out of him, you can feel the vibrations of his chest when he says, “Would you mind if I said yes?”
You shake your head no, pulling him impossibly closer. He wraps his arm around your head, softly caressing it until you fall asleep.
Later, you wake up to Jay still sleeping soundly. Checking the time you realize you’ve been sleeping for at least an hour. You grab your phone from the bedside table checking your notifications and social media apps.
In your peripheral view, the bright purple flowers stand out brightly to you. You quickly switch apps to look up the meaning of the flower.
Pressing enter you read the first box you see.
“In the language of flowers, Heliotrope symbolizes devotion and eternal love.”
A smile grows on your face, Eternal love, I could get used to that.
009 TO DRINK SOME APPLE CIDER (extra timeskip)
Sitting down at your vanity, you look over at Jay to see his familiar dyed silver hair, and a nice dress shirt. You turn back to the mirror.
“Can you believe 2024 is over?” You ask Jay, blending out the eyeshadow you’re putting on. He walks next to you, wrapping his arms around your body, laying down on you. “I’m glad I’ll be spending it with my girl.”
You cover your face feeling the warmth grow on it, slapping his arm, and he quickly pulls away, hissing at the contact.
“Hey! What was that for?”
“For not letting me get ready.” You jokingly roll your eyes, he quickly kisses your cheek before going back to fix his shirt.
Once you finish you showcase your look, you decide to wear a satin green dress, matching Jay’s dark green shirt. You both look at your full length mirror admiring how you look.
“You look so pretty, Apple.” He says, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead.
You smile when he does that, “You don’t look too bad yourself, Park.”
He frowns, “Don’t call me Park.” he says. You smirk mischievously, “I’m sorry, my big baby.” You tease, pinching both his cheeks. A knock to your apartment door sets you apart. You quickly let his cheeks go, a red tint fills them as you run to open the door. Chaewon and Eunbi greet you two, both holding food of some sort.
Later everyone arrives and the sound of the room grows. Laughter and banter fills the air as the clock continues to click to midnight.
You stand off to the side, wanting a break from everyone for a little bit, taking a sip of the sparkling apple cider you’ve had in your hands the whole night. You look back up to see Jay approaching you with a smile, showcasing his matching cup.
“We both have apple cider!” He exclaims, gesturing to the amber colored drinks in both of your hands.
“What a coincidence.” You laugh, enveloping him in a hug. “Where have you been all night? I haven’t seen you since Jungwon arrived.”
“Sorry, I was just talking with them. Got caught up and then suddenly it’s minutes to midnight! Couldn’t miss my new year’s kiss with my girl could I?”
The seconds count down as the crowd of friends all join to count down from ten.
“Ten!” They exclaim.
“Who said you were getting one?”
“Nine! Eight! Seven!”
“I’ve been hoping for one. Would you like to be my New Year’s kiss?”
“Five! Four! Three!”
“I’d love to.” You respond, he barely hears it before the friends scream in excitement.
“Two!”
You close your eyes, smash your lips into his, tasting the sweet apple cider from both of your lips. He smiles into the kiss as the whole apartment celebrates. He wraps his unoccupied hand around your waist, as you wrap yours around his neck, being careful to not spill.
You finally pull away and he looks at you with a love sick gaze. You let out a breathy smile, “Happy New Year, My love.”
“Happy New Year, Apple.”
Giving him a huge hug, you look at everyone chug down their champagne drinks, laughing when Sunghoon spills on his shirt.
“I love you.” Jay whispers.
“I love you too, Jay. I hope we spend the rest of the year together.”
“Maybe even forever.” He replies.
You look back at him, tilting your head slightly. A huge smile still plastered on your face. “Forever and always.”
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What are some of your favorite angsty fics? I'm in that kind of mood today
Here are some that come to mind!
DEPARTURE ft. Yeji by @capslocked
A classic. The ending still gives me chills.
Sweet Creature ft. Jisun and Pretty Noona ft. Eunbi by @pfxhk
Kajin is insanely good at angst and Sweet Creature especially ruined my brain chemistry in the best way possible.
Also, not to self-plug or anything, but I've got an angst in the works, just so you know. Definitely not another blog already up and just waiting for the story to finish. Whoever finds it gets a kiss.
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13 | winners and losers
hogwarts au
pairing: hufflepuff!tzuyu x slytherin!reader
genre: fluff, slice of life
word count: 3.3k
warnings: brief descriptions of injuries, swearing, and stupid angst :D
summary: whether on the field or during class, you never shied away from trouble. and in your sixth year, trouble seemed to follow you like a shadow, though you couldn’t complain. especially when that series of misfortunes led you to the transfiguration prodigy, chou tzuyu. includes: red velvet’s yeri, ateez's san, txt’s yeonjun, viviz’s sinb, loona’s olivia hye
status: ongoing
a/n: happy pride month yall, tho there is nothing happy about this part i fear, very homophobic of me ik, time i out myself
masterlist | chapter 12 | chapter 14
More than anything, it was instinct that saved you.
Well, instinct and the cushioning spell.
You couldn’t have cast it even if you wanted to. Not that you didn’t know the spell, you simply forgot it existed. You were more than all right taking the fall, can’t be more dangerous than usual. But, you really did appreciate the softer landing. One moment, you were free-falling with the ground rising at insane speed and the next, you’d hit the land, rolling around as you kicked sand up.
With a defeated groan, you stopped on your back. Coughs sputtered out of you, no doubt a result of all the sand you ate, while your hand gently let go of your broom. The whine was clear even between the sounds of an ongoing match.
In your hands, lay your broom—your gift—cracked in two.
That’s it.
You were done.
And so was your broom.
Maybe you hadn’t broken any bones, but your back was gone. There was no way you were going to class the next week. Lying on the sand, still running on adrenaline, the pain hadn’t settled. You were sure, all through next week bruises of all colours and various levels of pain will bloom much like flowers during spring. But at least, you were done.
You were done!
A relieved sigh escaped between the panting as you squinted up at the players. Most of them had stopped to see if your fall had been fatal. The game was momentarily paused for you.
Eunbi was the first to arrive. Where from is a question you will never have answered.
“Told you we’d win,” she said with that wicked grin of hers.
She was standing at your side, leaning down enough that her face made up most of your vision. From her neck to her ears, she was flushed. It was a scarlet so dark it was almost concerning. She was bearing all her teeth, something between a smile and a method to catch her breath. Exhaustion or elation, it wasn’t clear. Eunbi looked at you all expectantly, as if you had to share the excitement. You weren’t privy to what was running on her mind, you seldom were.
“No,” you groaned, grappling at the strap digging into your chin. The helmet had done its job. “No, you didn’t.”
Eunbi pouted.
You sent her a look at the expression, though she just let her smile grow again. The referee landed a few meters away from you. Before they could ask the relevant questions and make it a whole thing, you were quick to give them a thumbs-up. The crowd erupted at your sign, the game didn’t need to be stopped. Still grinning, Eunbi stuck out her hand. The quicker you get out, the quicker the game ends. You took her hand.
“And,” you paused.
Something stopped you from fully clasping her hand.
Something round.
“We… didn’t win.”
Staggering, you came to stand, your helmet slipping behind you. Toe to toe, you stood with Eunbi, hand still gripping hers. This close to her, you could really see the specks of light catching in her eyes, her iris alight with mischief. A sight you only witnessed on the field.
Gulping, you looked down just as your conjoined hands pulled apart.
Golden wings unwrapped and fluttered, the singing ball floated right up to your eyes as if it were greeting you. And then, it was turning towards Eunbi, circling around her as if begging for her attention.
“There is no way—!”
The referee blew the whistle.
“You can’t be serious.”
The points dinged as they rose.
“You’re insane.”
The crowd was raucous.
“Told you we’d win,” Eunbi smiled before looking up at the rest of the players. Widening that bright grin, she caught the snitch again and then held it up high.
To say the Slytherin team were dumbstruck would be a very easy statement, but a lie. Every member of your team was agape, frozen. To be fair, even you couldn’t move—and no, it was not because of your injuries.
When Slytherin did begin to lose their stupor, Gryffindor was still fuming.
You could understand them… just a little bit.
“Did you really need to do all of that?” you asked, cringing at her dramatics. Of course, she pulled stunts like this. That’s how she won her first game. Though they mostly happened to be tricks of the mind rather than extravagant displays.
“The game was boring,” she shrugged, glancing at the crowds and then at your broken broom. “Probably, the most interesting thing was you struggling for half the game and then plummeting.”
Addressing the jab with a roll of your eyes, you asked. “When did you even get it?”
“Maybe around ten minutes ago,” Eunbi shrugged again, smiling and waving at our teammates who were landing. The snitch responded with her. “Everyone was too busy focusing on you. Soobin never announced his spotting of the snitch, if he even spotted it, and you were unpredictable. Gryffindor was struggling to get around you and Yeri—a smart choice to change plays in the middle, by the way. Good distraction. So, yeah—”
You put it together quickly.
“You used me,” you stated, kind of hurt. A lot, hurt actually. Eunbi just shook her head. “Yeah, you did! Ten minutes ago—You could’ve stopped the game, you know I was struggling and you even removed our substitutes—”
Eunbi turned to you with a dead stare. All of her mirth from the previous seconds was gone. A look saved just for you, moments before the team engulfs the two of you with praise.
“You were finally getting out of your head, finally playing the game,” she said. “I wasn’t going to stop that.”
And then she pointed at your left hand. And you followed her finger.
It wasn’t shaking at all. You hadn’t even noticed.
You didn’t know what to say.
When you looked at Eunbi, she must’ve recognized some emotion in you. Perhaps, gratitude, maybe fondness, either way, she couldn’t handle it, so she turned away.
“Besides,” she cleared her throat to salvage herself. “We were twenty points behind and I—oof!”
Eunbi went down. Olivia had basically pounced on her.
You let out a snort. “As if that mattered with the—!”
Yeonjun slammed into you and down you went, for the second time that day.
Turns out your injuries weren’t too bad. Nothing a little magic couldn’t fix, right? Though you guessed it was more that Madam Yun was sick of you wasting space in her wing.
The weekend after the game, Slytherin dorms had their wildest party yet. Your team finally was allowed to let loose, going all out and doing the most. Yeonjun had challenged Olivia in some muggle game, clearly baiting her into some easy bet. Olivia, being the competitive spirit, fell for it headfirst. Your beloved first-years just watched their seniors with glassy wide eyes. You doubt there was anything admirable about their seniors, but you weren’t going to burst the first-year's bubble. Minwoo had gained another chocolate frog from you (stolen from the hospital wing, of course) but he let the frog sit atop his shoulder. He’ll have to learn the hard way why that was a terrible idea.
From time to time, your housemates dropped by to drag you into the revelries but you just shook your head. You were quite comfortable on your couch. After the week you’ve had, you appreciate the stillness. Speaking of…
Your hand was fully under your control.
Holding both your left and right up, you turned them over and over again to study them. No trembling at all. There were faint shots of pain, more memory than actual pain.
You were clenching and unclenching your fist when someone whacked your hand away.
Yeri propped herself on your lap and nestled in, making herself comfortable at your expense. Her legs hung over the couch as she sighed at the ceiling.
“Happy?” she asked, looking at you upside down.
Rolling your eyes, you gently moved around her straying strands of hair and she closed her eyes.
“We won, didn’t we?”
Yeri hummed. “Not what I was talking about.”
You paused your ministrations. You weren’t sure what she was talking about.
With a sigh, Yeri reached out to take your left hand in hers. Intertwining her fingers from the back, she showed your palm to her face so she could trace the lines with her index finger.
“I feel like you worry over nothing,” she said, suddenly deep in thought. “You know, no one on the team doubted you for a second.”
Now she was drawing random shapes on your palm, from stars to smiley faces.
“I don’t understand how every year you keep second-guessing yourself,” Yeri said with another sigh. “Eunbi was adamant on it—kicking Hyukwoo out, that is.”
Your whole body tensed. On a mind of its own, your eyes found Eunbi all the way across the common room. And as if she felt your stare, she looked back at you, coolly.
“No one was against it, but everyone knew it was a dicey move,” Yeri confessed. “Whether the fight happened or not, I think she would have done the same. It just so happened she got lucky—an easy reason—no one could refute her argument. That is, even if it meant it would burden us.”
Now this was going beyond a simple school game, beyond your personal squabbles.
“She shouldn’t be playing games like that, her actions will get back to—”
“Eunbi has already been scouted, her position is already confirmed—”
“Alright, then what about the team? What about us?” About me? was the unspoken question. “This year won’t be easy, they won’t make it easy—”
“Then, we’ll just have to wait and see,” Yeri concluded at the same time she dropped your hand. Your best friend stretched like a cat, before turning over to lie on her stomach. Propping her chin on her hand, she kicked her feet as a shiny gloss lit her eyes. “So how do we feel about Tzuyu?”
“That’s quite the topic change,” you pulled a face but she continued, undeterred.
“And your detention with her?”
“I don’t,” you paused to think about it. What did you feel about it? “I don’t really feel anything. It's just detention.”
“Yeah, somehow I doubt that,” San’s voice chirped from your right as he seated himself on the armrest, his shoulder bumping into yours.
“You know there are perfectly empty chairs right across,” you said, faking your derision.
“Yeah, but I just want to snuggle close to you like—” You shoved San’s face away before he could plant a kiss on you. Though it was proving to be difficult when both his hands were already wrapped around your shoulders.
“Oi, don’t change the topic—we’re talking about Tzuyu,” Yeri swatted at his arms, but with no real fight. “Seriously, how do you feel about her?”
“I thought we were talking about how I feel about detention with her?”
“Same difference,” both your friends said at the same time.
You frowned at that.
“What exactly am I supposed to be feeling?” you asked, in a way to stall so you could honestly bring out your thoughts of her. It was all too muddled, unfortunately.
San rounded himself and took a seat on the coffee table, your knees almost touching.
“Well, you like her, don’t you?” San asked as if it were so simple. You were already shaking your head but he just continued. “You’re always worrying about her.”
“Well, more like worrying about how Tzuyu sees them.” At that, you shot Yeri a questioning glare. “Don’t act like it’s not true.”
“I’m not, is it so bad that I don’t want to look like a fool in front of her?”
“Well, you’ve never cared about it before—”
“Well, I guess she’d never been on my radar before—”
“Alright, then, what changed? Why is she on your radar now?”
You purse your lips.
They’d caught you.
You didn’t have an answer.
What was different now?
“I don’t know,” you admitted.
The confession made you feel more bare than you’d like.
San and Yeri shared a look.
“It is clear how much you care for her,” San says so sweetly, you shudder a bit. Care for her? Of course, you do! You just don’t understand the distinction that deserves a whole conversation.
“Teasing aside, it's good for you—I mean you’re studying and working harder than ever,” Yeri said, “but most of all you’re finally stepping out.”
Before you could ask what that means, she continues.
“You never really cared for anyone but us, Slytherins, or quidditch players—I could even argue anyone but our team doesn’t really register as important in your mind,” you had to bite back the nerve to ask, why would they? “But standing up for those first-years—”
“Anyone would’ve done that,” you rolled your eyes.
“Alright then, on top of that, studying with Tzuyu? Practicing with Yeosang!” Yeri stressed the last point while San nodded. “They’re small changes to you, yes, but to an outsider, it looks like it is really helping you.”
Helping you? Helping you for what?
You narrow your eyes at Yeri, but she doesn’t shy away from you. She just kept staring at you as if she heard the question in your mind. As if she was urging you to think about what she meant. As if you had the answers.
So you did.
All the way back to how you befriended Yeri.
Or more so, how she had befriended you. She had clambered onto the train, wide-eyed and loud, instantly recognising the name embossed on your suitcase. She hadn’t even asked to enter the cabin or if you were waiting on anyone else. Yeri asked a million questions, all of which you ignored until she called you out. On your passive expression, on your unfriendliness, and on how you stared out your window when your parents didn’t even wait to see you depart. When you finally deigned her with a response, she grinned, having struck gold.
Later in the year, she revealed that you’d met her before. None of it rang a bell to you, but by that time, she’d grown to be someone quite important. You found yourself clinging on to her more than she did to you. Besides, it did help that whatever trouble you caused or didn’t, she was always the first to back you up. Very quickly, you found yourself doing the same—a loyalty so unwavering, that you didn’t really care for anyone else.
That’s how it went with Yeri. That’s how it went with everyone else. Every single one of your close friends.
How San introduced himself with a snack because he’d bought too many, (he had lied, he believed sharing snacks would help him make friends if his words failed). Or how Yeonjun had passed you notes because he was bored at the back of the first History lesson, (you both had been kicked out and never earned the professor’s trust ever again—not that either of you cared for it). How Eunbi made a singular comment on correcting your form when she’d caught your practising spells late at night, a throw-away note, she hadn’t even stopped to say it (and you never got to thank her after the Charms professor praised you).
All of them had approached you first, regardless if their intention was to befriend you or not. They come to you, befriend you, and you just let them… Or more that they’d broken through. Seen you through your passiveness and unfriendliness as a young Yeri had put it.
How many more were there? How many more interactions filtered through your mind as irrelevant much like how you’d met Yeri before and had no recollection of it? How many more friends had you lost because you were busy picking and choosing who to speak to and how to speak to them? Whether they deserved your response, being selective on whether they deserved to take up space in your mind?
When put in words, it sounded awful. Even if it wasn’t your intention, it seemed so so awful. Almost like… your parents.
“I hope they help you. Help you understand that the world doesn’t end when you make one wrong move. Help you understand that you’ll be fine if you fail from time to time,” Yeri paused to let out a deep sigh. You knew she was thinking about your parents too, but she didn’t feel like saying. Why, when you knew already? “I hope that they help you understand that you’re more than just some Quidditch player, or a decent Transfiguration student, or another L/N.”
“That’s not her job,” the words escaped you before you could even recognise what you were saying.
You’ve truly lost where this conversation was going.
“That’s not their job,” you corrected. San and Yeri shared a look while you folded your arms.
Weren’t there bigger problems to concern yourselves with than whatever you had going on with Tzuyu? Which wasn’t much.
“That doesn’t matter! Focus on how I broke my broom—”
“We all saw that, don’t change—”
“Yeri, I’m just saying Tzuyu is not a concern—”
“Our next game is not a concern! It isn’t for weeks! Plus we have school brooms,” Yeri said.
“And spare brooms,” San added, knowing he could ask his parents to send some for you.
“That still doesn’t guarantee a smooth game, I mean this game we barely—”
“I don’t understand why you won’t let anyone near you,” Yeri shuffled back, now kneeling on the couch.
“And I don’t understand what you’re talking about,” you flashed San a look, hoping he’d help you in some way. Nothing. “Seriously, what are we even talking about now?”
“I forget how you can be so clueless,” Yeri shook her head and moved away from the couch. She gave you one last look before leaving. “That’s my bad.”
You watched her disappear into the crowd with a sour taste in your mouth. This fight was not a new one. Every year something along the same lines always came up, but truly this time there was no root to it. At least, not one you could pinpoint.
“You’re distracted,” San offered kindly. When you pursed your lips, he sighed. “Tzuyu has been distracting you.”
“Is she helping me, or distracting me? Which is it?” you asked, and a passing look on San told you he didn’t appreciate the tone. You mumbled your apology before running your hand down your face. “I’ve been practising the best I can, studying the best I can, what are you saying—”
“It’s not a bad thing,” San stopped your words. “Anyone with eyes can see the two of you have been circling each other since the start of the year, though it's become so tense—”
“Yeah, well, I was injured because of her,” you emphasised the point as much as you could. Then you brought your hand up to unfurl a finger every time you made a point. “And then, she went and took the blame. And I don’t even know why she bothered to try to make a friend out of me—”
“Don’t you think these are things you should be talking to her about?”
Then you froze.
Whatever you’d said you didn’t feel at the start of the conversation had just poured out of you, out of nowhere—no, from somewhere deep in you.
“That’s what Yeri means, though she put it less kindly,” San said, placing a hand on your knee. He furrowed his brows, debating if he should say the thing he was thinking, far too gentle to not mince his words, far too different from Yeri. “You can confront people without your fists connecting with their face.”
You stared at the hand on your knee. “Does it matter?”
“If you’re so wound up over it, I’d say it does,” and then San reached for your left hand.
And with horror, you felt it flinch away.
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Summary: Everything was perfect until it wasn’t. Y/N and Jungkook love each other but when familiar and new faces come into their lives, things get complicated. On top of that, a surprise that truly shakes their plans for the future. Will their relationship push forward or will Jungkook lose his fangirl once and for all?
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Epilogue
→ Genre: Idol au, established relationships, girl group stan au, social media au, K-pop fan page au, romance, angst, comedy, and smut
→ Main pairing: Idol! Jungkook x Fan girl! Reader
→ Side ships: Yoongi x OC & Jin x OC
→ Warnings: Explicit language, smut, mature themes, alcohol usage, anxiety disorder, stalking, and obsessive behavior
Author's note: I can’t believe this is the ending of the story! Don’t worry there's going to be an after story with the drabbles and the final book but for now...here's the last chapter!
⇜ Masterlist
“Solo?”
Jungkook turned toward Y/N and nodded his head, “We’re not disbanding, just taking a hiatus and focusing on our solo careers.”
After a long meeting, Jungkook was excited to come home to his fiancée. It was a long meeting discussing the future of everyone. Everyone agreed they wanted to do their own music and Jungkook wanted to focus more on Y/N. It would be the first real break he had with her and his music can wait.
Y/N nodded her head and placed her hand on top of his, “Are you okay with it?”
“Of course I am. I get to spend so much time with my fiancée.”
She smiled shyly at this and gently rubbed his knuckles with her thumb, “fiancée..it still hasn’t set in.”
“Babe, it’s been two months already.”
She shrugged her shoulders and glanced at a sleeping Bam, “I’m really getting married...that’s crazy to say.” She looked back at him with a smile, “I bet Mae is happy about this. Yoongi gets to spend time with-” Just then Bam jumped up on the couch and nuzzled into Y/N.
Jungkook glared and shook his head, “Always trying to steal my girl. It’s not fair.”
“We're engaged, Jungkook.”
“Doesn’t matter. Bam will always find a way.”
Mae turned around in the bed and smiled at Yoongi who was already looking at her. He pushed some hair back and kissed her forehead, “How are you feeling?”
Mae let out a small chuckle and nuzzled into her pillow some more, “I feel like my pussy got ripped in half but other than that good.”
Yoongi let out a laugh and kissed her hairline, “Thank you for giving me everything I didn’t know I wanted.”
She wrapped her arms around his waist and nuzzled into his chest, “Thank you for making me want kids.”
Just then a small cry echoed from the baby monitor and Mae groaned. Yoongi patted her waist and pushed the covers off, “I’ll get him. Ye-Joon probably just needs his diapers changed.”
Mae nodded her head and smiled at her, “Okay, daddy.”
Yoongi glared at her and shook his head, “Don’t start with that shit.”
“Wait, come here real quick.”
Yoongi thought something was wrong and quickly made his way back to her. She smirked and brought him in for a quick kiss making his eyes go wide. When they pulled away she put her forehead on his, “I love you so much, Min Yoongi.”
“I love you, Mae Rodriguez.”
The cry echoed longer and she let out a small laugh, “Go get our son before he breaks our eardrums.”
“I’ll get our son.” Yoongi walked towards his bedroom but he turned back to Mae and his heart fluttered. He shook his head with a small laugh escaping his lips and he closed the door gently.
Eunbi opened her door and she raised her eyebrow at what she saw, “Namjoon? Why are you here?”
Namjoon sighed and pulled out a card from his jacket, “Jin wanted me to give you this.”
Eunbi tilted her head and nodded her head, “This isn’t going to kill me, right?”
“Why would your boyfriend want to kill you?”
“Right...” She opened the card and a smile appeared, Go to the park! She looked at Namjoon with a curious look, “Do you know about this?”
“I never know what Jin wants to do.”
“You can come in and get a snack if you want.”
Namjoon shook his head and brought his jacket to him, “I’m alright. I’d rather not be here when you guys have sex.”
Eunbi’s face turned red and furrowed her eyebrows, “Yah! Don’t say that so loud. My neighbors are old.”
“Lucky, at least they don’t have to hear anything.”
After kicking Namjoon out, Eunbi took her away to the park next to her apartment. She was dressed in her pajamas which consisted of sweats and one of Jin’s shirts. She pulled her beanie down more when she felt the wind touching her face. She rolled her eyes at herself, she should’ve put a jacket on. She walked further down and she stopped in her tracks to see Jin with a bouquet of roses and balloons. She raised her eyebrow and let out a small laugh, “What’s going on?”
He pulled down his mask and gave her a smile, “Happy three months.”
She looked up at him and felt her heart beating faster, “That’s tomorrow?”
“I know...I couldn’t wait to see you.”
She let out a laugh and walked closer to her as he did the same. She looked up at him as he stared back down with heart eyes, “All this for out three months?”
“Just wait and see our first anniversary.”
“You're already planning that? We just started dating...”
He shrugged his shoulders and bent down placing a quick kiss on her lips. She jumped at the sudden contact but she closed her eyes to kiss back. When they pulled away and he smiled at her, “I have so much planned for us. I told you, I saw my future with you.”
“All those rom-coms couldn’t prepare me for this.”
He let out a laugh and glanced at her apartment, “I’ll cook you something. To celebrate tonight and tomorrow I’ll take you out to this fancy restaurant.”
“You treat me right.”
“Of course my duchess.”
Jungkook closed the door and saw Y/N on her phone on their bed. He smiled at this and took off his shirt, tossing it aside. She glanced up from her phone and smiled, “Is Bam sleeping?”
“Yeah, I was wondering...when was the last time we fucked?”
Y/N straighten her back against the headboard, “I-I...maybe two weeks.”
He glanced at her with a smirk, “That’s a long time. Wanna change that?”
“I think it would be romantic to have one last night in this house before moving.”
Jungkook moved towards her and was hovering over her, “That’s right. We’re moving. Isn’t that exciting?”
She felt goosebumps appear when she felt his fingers against her thigh, “I-It’s very exciting-” She wanted to speak but he kissed her making her forget everything. She ran her hands along his arms and then over his shoulders to steady herself. She played with his locks because they pulled away. Jungkook touched her like she was glass and she couldn’t stop her heart beating, “I love you so much.”
He brushed his lips over her next and her breathing started to get uneven. She felt her body heat up as she enjoyed his kisses. He took any fabric that was covering her body and she couldn’t help but look away from that smile he always has when he sees her like this. He started to trailed his lips down to her neck and then her collarbone as he gazed up. His eyes were a darker shade of brown and she knew what it meant. She knew what his eyes told her, this was her fiancé after all. He continued to leave kisses on her skin until he reached between her thighs. His hot breath against her cold skin sent shivers. He wrapped his arms around her thighs keeping her close to his face, his fiancée was shy, especially with this action.
She held onto his brown strands as she felt her body move against him. Each kiss and lick made her back arch in a way that made the air in the room thicker. She could feel a few strands of sweat coming down as her legs trembled under his touch. His tongue was always enough for her. Moments later, the trembling increased as his tongue rushed in.
He leaned over and kissed, his lips always felt soft and always filled with love. She placed her hand on his cheek and rubbed his cheek gently, “You always make me feel good.”
“You make me feel good. Physically and emotionally. Always make me feel loved, my wife.”
He hugged her body close to his and she was surprised by the action but she understood. After everything they've been through, this moment was more than a declaration of love. It was a declaration of a better future. She let her nails gently scratch his skin and he left kisses against his shoulder. She moaned out his name as he moved in and out of her. It was intimate, so intimate. He placed his temple against her and they made eye contact, “You are so perfect...perfect for me. My Y/N.”
She felt her heart swell up at this and she had to stop herself from crying. This man was her everything and she couldn’t believe that this man was all hers. Forever and ever. She pushed some hair away from his sweaty forehead and gave him a shy smile, “I love you Jeon Jeongguk.”
He smiled and kissed her as she wrapped her arms around his neck to bring him closer. She felt herself tighten and the familiar tremble came over, “Come, love.”
She tilted her head and moaned out his name as she came inside of her. Both eyes met and she could see the love pouring out, “Are you ready for the future?”
“If you're in it, I’m ready for anything.”
Somewhere in Florida....
He glanced down at the news article on his phone and let out a scoff, “She’s getting married to him?”
The woman in front of him nodded her head, “A lot of people support them but there's a small group that doesn’t like it.”
He tossed his phone on the dinner table and glanced out to the waves, “What do you want me to do about it?”
“Every bride needs her father...go visit her.”
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Enchanted - joshua (svt)
Please don't be in love with someone else,
please don't have somebody waiting on you~
Category : fluff ☁️ (slight angst)
Artist : Joshua (seventeen)
Words : 1.1k
"shua- slow down please," y/n called out as she panted, running after the male who got excited after seeing another water body.
"y/n, look, the aquarium looks so cool," he said, stopping for her to catch up with him.
"yeah, it does..."
"sorry for running away like that, i just got a little excited looking at the clown fish, i will make sure it doesn't happen again," he said, taking out his handkerchief and wiping the sweat lining on her face, not noticing the way her cheeks reddened, not noticing the way she looked at him and the way her throat was all muffled.
y/n loved her bestfriend, both platonically and romantically, she tried her level best to throw away every inch of romantic feeling she had towards him, but it didn't work out, the sweeter he was to her, the harder she fell for him.
she couldn't help but gaze at him, gaze at his angelic features and the way his brows would scrunch up whenever he found something fascinating, it clenched her heart, she wanted to hug him right then and there but she didn't— she couldn't, he didn't love her like she loved him.
"i was thinking, maybe after looking at the aquarium we could go for seafood?"
y/n chuckled, her laugh resounding against him as his heart shuddered, 'her laugh is pretty' was all Joshua thought.
"so your admiration for fishes is because of how tasty they are?" She jested, elbowing him lightly as joshua scoffed, " maybe. " he replied, walking away from her.
"hey! wait up!" she whispered-screamed as she waddled towards the male, who looked at her annoyed expression, she was cute in every way.
"joshua?" An unfamiliar voice was heard around them as Joshua spun around, his eyes widening as his face brightened by the arrival of new company.
"eunbi!" joshua exclaimed, as the girl rushed forward to give him a side hug, which joshua replicated.
y/n could feel her heart drop, she had never seen joshua comfortable with anyone other than his friends like that, she tried to reassure herself that she's just a friend, but was she?
"eunbi! long time no see, how are you?" he asked, breaking away from the hug.
"I'm doing well, it's been years since we both saw each other!"
"the last time i met you, you were seungkwan's bestfriend."
"well, time flies," she chuckled, her airy laughter filling in the spaces.
"oh! she's y/n, my bestfriend," joshua spoke up, clutching y/n's hand with his as he gently pulled her forward.
eunbi's eyes rested at their clutched hands as she smiled lightly, but y/n didn't seem to notice anything out of ordinary, she was too shocked.
"hey," she lightly replied, sparing a small smile towards Eunbi who greeted her with same enthusiasm.
For y/n's dismay, Joshua being the gentleman he is, asked Eunbi to accompany her as y/n cursed herself in her own head,
'ofcourse he never thought of this outing resembling to a date.'
eunbi slightly looked at y/n as she excused herself after short forty minutes, which felt like four hours to y/n, unbeknownst to them, eunbi could see the budding feelings between them, like a flower which wasn't taken care of properly, she could see the hesitation yet comfort in their eyes and she dared not enter into anything going between them.
"oh well, i think i should go, i have work to do," eunbi said, smiling at joshua and y/n.
"you won't have lunch?"
"nah, i have too much to do and too little time, don't worry, i wouldn't forget to grab a bite but i would prefer that to be near my office," she replied, smiling at joshua while giving him a side hug, her lips whispering,
"say it to her, don't keep your feelings away."
she looked back and waved at them walking away with haste.
joshua couldn't help but gaze at her leaving them, shocked at how transparent he was for her to understand him... and he wondered if y/n saw that transparency too.
"do you have a crush on her?" y/n asked, a boyish and teasing smile on her face as her heart clenched, she tried her level best to mask every negative emotion she felt.
joshua was speechless, if eunbi who hadn't conversed with him for years understood his feelings for his best friend, his best friend surely didn't.
'you're so wrong, that it's making me laugh.'
was all joshua thought as he shook his head, "nothing like that, she's just a childhood friend."
"you don't look at your friends like that—"
"i wasn't looking at her in any way!"
"sure you didn't," y/n smirked but her heart throbbed, she just wanted to curl up and cry but she couldn't, she had to show that she was happy for him.
out of pure instincts y/n clutched joshua's hand, her eyes boring at the intertwined hands, longing visible in her eyes.
and that didn't go unnoticed by joshua.
"y/n," joshua spoke, dropping her hand and facing her.
"yeah?" she asked, wariness in her eyes.
"you know what she said to me?" he asked, determined to follow up with eunbi's suggestion.
y/n gulped, preparing herself to listen to joshua liking someone else.
"what?"
"to tell you how i feel, to tell you how every single time I'm thrown off guard by your antics, how everytime you smile my heart beats faster—"
"what do you mean—"
"let me finish!" joshua asserted, his hands founds hers as he continued, "i like you, i have liked you for the longest time, it has only ever been you, hell i think I'm in love with you, in love with everything about you."
"joshua—"
"you don't have to answer me, i had to say it all—"
"josh—"
"I'm sorry for creating awkwardness between us—"
"joshua!" y/n nearly shouted, her hands enveloped his cheeks as she urged him to look at her in eyes.
"i love you too."
"what?"
"i love you."
"you do?"
"ofcourse, its always been you."
"i— can i kiss you?"
"don't ask again, you can always kiss me."
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