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Luxurious Love, Lust & Lies
Chapter Three ~ Curiousity Kills
~ Series Masterlist ~
A twisted tale of the young and rich attending an elite private academy for academic scholars, the finest athletes and aristocrats. Follow these upperclassmen on a journey to uncovering the dark secrets their academy has fought tooth and nail to conceal from the public. No one will make it out unscathed, for everyone is at risk of falling for the deceiving facades of those around them.
Multiple K-pop Love Interests x F!Reader
“Do you hear that?” Mr Kim’s mistress whispered, pulling away from his embrace with a look of panic reflecting in her eyes. He quickly shook his head, too caught up in the moment, rushing back to press his lips to her once more, addicted to the taste of her lips. But she pushed him back, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip with growing concern, glancing around the area. The faint whistled tune in the distance alarming her, eyes widening as she shooed him away, forcing him to take a look.
Upon hearing their panicked whispers, you picked up your pace, rounding the corner of an old school building. Assessing the area with a sense of panic, your eyes flickered towards an conveniently opened window glancing into one of the abandoned classrooms. Upon hearing what was undoubtedly Mr Kim’s heavy footfall as his shoes scuffed along the dirt path, leaves crunching beneath his feet, your brows furrowed contemplatively. Heaving a sigh, you reluctantly climbed through the window, rushing to pull it shut and duck out of sight just before Mr Kim could reach you. You released a breath of relief upon observing him wander past carelessly, completely unaware of your presence.
Once you were sure the coast was clear, you reached forwards to push the window back open, but much to your dismay, it wouldn’t budge. Taking a moment to glance around the room, you scrunch your nose up at the dust covered desks and cobwebs that had crept out from the corners. “Gross,” you muttered upon catching sight of magnets swarming around what looked to be rotten fruit and someone’s mouldy old sandwich. Pausing, you debated options, opting against breaking the door open, that would draw too much attention. Inhaling sharply, you traipsed towards the classroom door, prepared to further explore the building.
Your brows raised in curiosity upon catching sight of a faint change in dust patterns along the tiled floor. Head tilting in confusion, you squinted in the darkness, eyes lighting up in realisation. Someone had been here recently. Following the indistinct trail, you found yourself venturing further into the old building, ignoring the eerie silence. The faint flicker of light that inconsistently lit up under the door of a locked storage room raised the hairs on the back of your neck. Picking up the pace, you skipped up the stairs, struggling to follow the near invisible footprints in the darkness. You resisted the urge to shout in surprise as quiet music crackled to life on the speakers.
Briskly walking up the final steps, you arrived in front of a barricaded door that led to the roof. Only the wood was broken by an undeniably strong force, wind blowing the door ajar with a loud creak that left you wincing. You hesitantly stepped forward, slipping through the gap and coming face to face with a cloud of smoke. Suppressing a cough, your gaze darted to the source, brows furrowing as you were greeted by a familiar leather jacket clad back. “Jeon Soyeon?” You questioned into the darkness, approaching your classmate who sat on the ledge, legs dangling in the breeze.
“Kim Y/n,” she hummed in acknowledgement, not sparing you a glance as she stared into the distance, joint between her lips. “I thought I told you that was bad for your health,” you muttered, swinging your legs over the edge, occupying the space beside her. “You did,” Soyeon merely turned to you with an uninterested stare, lips parting as she blew the smoke into your face. Scrunching your nose up in dissatisfaction, you shook your head in amusement, holding your hand out expectantly. Huffing, she handed over the joint, her mouth tugging up in a proud smirk as you brought it to your lips.
She chuckled in amusement, punching your shoulder with her ring clad fingers. “What about all that health crap?” She asked, shoving her hands into her pockets as the wind picked up. “It’s bullshit,” you huffed, gently massaging your throbbing forehead. “I’m glad you’ve finally come to your senses,” Soyeon smirked, tugging the joint from your lips. “Just when I was beginning to think you were boring,” she hummed, ignoring the faux offence that graced your face. “Rude,” you grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest. You perked up at the faint sound of rustling leaves, forgetting all previous thoughts.
Glancing down to the ground, you squinted, struggling to make out a faint silhouette in the darkness. “What is it?” Soyeon asked, following your gaze curiously. “Not sure yet, hand me your phone.” She rolled her eyes at the absurd demand, but nevertheless she passed over the battered device. Tapping away at the screen, you open the text chain between you and Soyeon before clicking the camera icon. Leaning over the edge eagerly, you zoomed in, snapping a picture and sending it to yourself. A rough grip on your collar pulled you back, keeping you from toppling over the edge in your excitement.
“Idiot,” Soyeon muttered, snatching her phone from your grasp, gazing at it intently. Swinging your legs over the ledge, you planted your feet on the roof, wandering towards the opposite edge of the building. “Hey Y/n?” Soyeon called after you, hands stuffed into her pockets as she followed after you. “Yeah?” You hummed, glancing up at the tree that towered above the roof. “How did you know my password?” She questioned, brows raised inquisitively. “Lucky guess,” you excused with a shrug, carelessly climbing onto the ledge. “Until next time, Jeon Soyeon,” you saluted with a smile, stepping backwards to gracefully fall over the edge.
Soyeon’s eyes widened as she blinked in shock, rushing towards the ledge, curiously leaning over. She let out a relieved laugh upon seeing you dangle from a feeble branch by one arm, waving up at her with the other. “You’re fucking insane Kim Y/n,” she chuckled, shaking her head in disbelief. “You know there's a ladder, right?” She asked, watching you nod dumbly, wondering what possessed you to suddenly jump from a roof. Letting go of the branch, you landed on the ground with a thud, dusting off your uniform before casually strolling away, hands stuffed into your pockets. “I was wrong, you’re far from boring,” Soyeon muttered to herself as you disappeared into the darkness.
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Sooyoung stared perplexed as you held your phone up to her face, brows furrowing at the blurry image. “What does a photo of Kim Yerim have to do with any of this?” Your roommate huffed, plopping down on your bed with a confused grumble. “The photo of Mr Kim and his mistress, she took it the night this photograph was taken.” You explained simply, shrugging nonchalantly as you flopped down beside her. “That still doesn’t explain why you have it,” she groaned, abruptly gripping you by the shoulders, attempting to shake some sense into you. “I made a new friend,” you grinned, paying no mind to Sooyoung’s bewilderment.
“And she just handed you a photo of your teacher with his tongue down a student's throat?!” She yelled in disbelief, forehead creasing as she tried to wrap her head around the perplexing situation. “Well, I’m simply borrowing it for the time being,” you uttered, glancing down at the crumpled photograph. “For fucks sake! you stole it, didn’t you?” Sooyoung accused, eyes narrowed as she awaited your answer. Carefully contemplating, you tilted your head to the side, scratching your head thoughtfully. “I suppose so,” you muttered with a nod, wincing as Sooyoung landed a slap on the back of your head. “Idiot,” she grumbled, falling back against your mattress.
“I still don’t understand any of this,” Sooyoung complained, raking a stressed hand through her long dark locks. “You don’t need to,” you muttered, leaning back against the wall. “I want to though,” she huffed, briefly letting her eyes flutter closed as she tried to piece together this unique puzzle. “You always do weird shit like this, I’m just finally curious,” Sooyoung mumbled, by weird she meant suspicious. “I’m doing someone a favour,” you revealed, watching as the gears in her head began to turn. “A favour? For who? Why?” She questioned rapidly, abruptly sitting up straight. “I received an anonymous letter on the first day of school, I thought I’d play along for a little fun.” You explained calmly, staring out the window and into the starry night.
“Just what have you gotten yourself into, Y/n?”
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Students flocked around the auditorium doors, flooding inside as excited chatter bounced from the walls. You shuffled mindlessly through the crowd, arm linked with Yerim’s, who had caught you by the arm amidst the sea of students, dragging you past endless bodies. “Best seats in this fancy old building,” Yerim declared as she plopped down on the red velvet chairs. “I’m not so sure,” you muttered doubtfully, pointing a lazy finger to the private balcony above, reserved for various significant figures within the academy. “I beg to differ,” she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest defensively.
“Shouldn't you be up there with them, miss student council historian?” You teased, eyes swirling with curiosity as she gazed longingly at the balcony above. Hints of red and gold accents travelling up the pure white walls, historical patterns adorning each pillar supporting those who sat above all others. “That privilege is reserved for senior council members,” Yerim mumbled with a wistful sigh. The students all quietened down at the steadily paced clacking heels that captured the attention of the entire student body with a mere eight twelve steps. The headmistress cleared her throat before leaning forwards to speak into the microphone that sat atop a podium perfectly centred on stage.
“I know you’re all excited, but I’d appreciate it if I could have your attention.” Taeyeon requested, patiently awaiting the stall of hushed chatter. “I’m sure you’re all well aware of the upcoming annual sports festival,” she paused, quirking a smile at the excited cheers that echoed through the auditorium. “The board and I have been discussing factors for a while now, and I’m pleased to announce that there will be an additional incentive this year!” The headmistress declared proudly, prompting cheerful claps from those on the lower seats, while the privileged merely sat stoically above. “The champions of the rigorous battle between homeroom classes will earn an advantage in the next competition.”
Taeyeon’s announcement earned a rally of cheers and joyous shouts. While academics were incredibly important values to an advanced academy, they also believed in challenging their students in ways most schools couldn’t dream of. The school year consisted of several advanced trials that tested the students' individual capabilities and teamwork throughout the years. The academy’s annual sports festival was only the beginning of this year's various trials; you could only assume there would be plenty of twists and complexities to come from such a highly regarded school. You’d only heard whispers of challenges from the past years, but the serious nature in which the seniors viewed it told you there was much to anticipate.
“Thank you all for your time, you may now head back to your regular classes.” Your eyes wandered to the crowd as Taeyeon droned on, curiously flickering up to the loges in which the esteemed bunch were seated. The President sat stiffly, eyes hardened as he stared ahead. A stark contrast to the Vice President seated beside him, her shoulders relaxed, an easy-going smile adorning her lips. Your eyes then found the familiar face of your Swim Captain, who nodded along with the headmistress's words, listening attentively. Lastly your gaze landed on Kim Jennie, her arms and legs crossed, expression reading as uninterested.
You blinked in surprise as her intimidating cat-like eyes met yours, her brows raising as she tilted her head upwards ever so slightly. Daring to hold her gaze, you stared blankly at the girl who matched your expression, inquisitively raising a perfectly sculpted brow. It was as if the devil herself had challenged you to a staring contest, one you couldn’t bring yourself to look away from. Jennie’s sharp features staring back at you with an unreadable expression, one you tried tirelessly to decode, but to no avail. Brought back to the real world by a soft tug on your blazer, you briefly glanced away, looking curiously at Yerim.
“Everyone’s leaving,” she grumbled, pushing you out of your seat to follow after the bustling crowd. Stumbling forwards, you craned your neck to glance back at the balcony in wonder. Your brows furrowed as your eyes landed upon the now empty chair that Kim Jennie was seated in mere seconds before. Interest peaked within you at the strange encounter with the Student Council Treasurer, blindly following behind Yerim as your mind wandered back to the exchange. Something about the feline eyed girl was oddly familiar, but you couldn’t quite place your finger on it. A harsh tug on the back of your collar yanked you from Yerim’s grasp, tugging you through the crowd as you struggled in protest.
“What the fuck,” you exclaimed, shrugging off their hand before whipping around to face them. “Watch your language,” Kim Hyoyeon scolded, shaking her head in disappointment. “Watch my language?! You just dragged me by the neck and I’m not even allowed to swear?” You seethed, glaring up at your professor and swim coach in disbelief. “I had no choice, you weren’t replying to any of my messages.” She reasoned, voice lowering as she glanced around the corridor cautiously. “I was busy,” you huffed incredulously, feigning ignorance to the numerous messages you’d received days prior. “What did you say to Taeyeon?” She questioned, arms crossed over her chest authoritatively.
“Straight to the point as always,” you rolled your eyes, leaning against the nearest wall. “Just answer the question, Y/n. I don’t have time for your games today,” she gritted her teeth, lips drawn into a scowl. “No fun,” you whined sarcastically, a faux frown plastered on your features. Hyoyeon shot you a warning glare, taking a menacing step closer. “You're worried,” you observed, brows furrowed pensively. “Something’s off, I haven’t seen her like this since..” Hyoyeon trailed off, biting her tongue as she watched your jaw clench in vexation. “Whatever the problem is, it hasn’t got anything to do with me.” You grumbled, spinning on your heel, but Hyoyeon caught you by the wrist with a firm grip.
“It has everything to do with you,” Hyoyeon pressed, releasing your wrist as you slowly turned to face her, eyes narrowed. “Let me rephrase. It’s not my problem to deal with, she can fix it herself.” You seethed, hands curled into tight fists. “But you know she won’t,” Hyoyeon tried to convince you, but to no avail. “I don’t owe her anything,” you didn’t fold under her now pleading gaze. “Now if you’d excuse me, I have to get back to class Professor Kim.” You spoke formally, releasing a sigh of relief when she didn’t stop you. But just as you were about to round the corner, Hyoyeon tried one last time to sway you in her favour. “She’s your sister, Y/n,” her voice echoed throughout the corridor, but you didn’t bother to face her this time.
“No she’s not. Not anymore.” You whispered, but Hyoyeon heard you loud and clear, her shoulders sagging in defeat.
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To you being there younger boyfriend please
Hi Anon, thank you for your request. I slightly changed the plot, opting for a neutral gender reader, to be more inclusive and enjoyable for everyone. I hope it's not a problem💙 Also, I'm including Sica in the line-up because I felt so lol
SNSD reaction to the reader being a younger partner
Taeyeon
Being the leader and oldest of her group, having a younger sister, being tutor and teacher for a lot of trainee in her agency...having younger people around her was nothing new for Tae. Actually it's something that makes her comfortable, she has that sense of control but without being possessive. Sometimes she needs your help to discover and understand the new trends.
Jessica
When she left the group, she felt like she didn't have nobody to trust anymore...but then you suddendly appeared, overcoming her coldness somehow. You were so fresh in your attitude and behaviour, and maybe even a bit immature, that it was refreshing for Sica having you around. Also, you were still kinda innocent and that was really important for her to give you a chance. She never regretted it.
Sunny
Often you look more like a couple of siblings bickering more than a dating couple. Or better, sometimes you two are so funny together that from outside you two look like a comedy duo. Your chemistry in the jokes and the sense of humor was something that Sunny couldn't find in partner of her same age or older. But now there's no a day where she can go to sleep without having a great laugh.
Tiffany
She's such a soft person, always smiling and kind with everyone...but with you? She reaches a new level: always so delicate and careful, almost being afraid of breaking you. She's calling you "baby" at 100%, because you're indeed her baby and be sure that she would spoil you so much. Also, she kinda fell in love when, despite being younger, you were so much attentive to her needs in her moments of down.
Hyoyeon
This agent of chaos will have fun messing up with you. We know she's the most serious during practice, but she's also a goofball in her daily life, so she will definitely playing with you using her duality. Be ready to be called "dummy" day and night, even if she does that out of love. Also, be sure to have a suitcase always ready, because she's taking you with during her travel to work as dj.
Yuri
Dramas, movies, tv shows... she's always so busy and that really influenced her romantic life. She was successful but lonely...until she met you. Being young you had the perfect mentality to understand her schedules, not making her feel guilty about not interacting too much sometimes. But, oh boy, when she is free, she's spending all her time with you, cuddling her baby that she missed so much.
Sooyoung
Bruh, why is your girlfriend roasting you? Like, there's no need to be that savage😭 But hey, you knew from the beginning what you were getting into. Sometimes she can come out as rude or indelicate, but it's just her way to worry about you. She's honest till to the end, making her look like a firm teacher(the hot one 👀)
Yoona
Now, who's the youngest between you two? Because she's always acting like a child around you💀 Sometimes she can be a tease, some prank always ready for you. You are starting to think you're a babysitter more than her partner, but you know it's just her playful side and that if things get serious, her adult side will come out(and that's kinda scary).
Seohyun
The national maknae being the oldest in a relationship? It was a dream to her. She really likes this dynamic in which she has the opportunity to be seen like an actual adult. It was like you really understood her persona. Despite that she would still your full attention like a real maknae lol. But in general she would be great help in your difficult moments, always supporting you in taking decisions.
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I hope you liked it, Anon. Thank you again for requesting 😄💙
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Hi I do love possession of yuri dominant her bf but what if snsd otp 9 punish there younger boyfriend for talking to others girls
Immagine pissing off 9 of the most powerful women in kpop🙈 Well, in this case maybe it's not that bad, because here everything it's so smutty lmao
(I won't talk about Yuri, because I have made a post just for her)
Taeyeon: she's the perfect example of a tiny yet powerful and dangerous woman. If you really tilt her, be ready to be pushed on the bed, couch or any place good enough to ride you. And she will go on until your mind is too busy absorbing the pleasure and adoring her to think about any other girl in the world.
Jessica: I mean, she doesn't like her bf around other woman, you know that. So why were you smiling so warmly at that waitress? Now good luck containing your moans while Sica jerk off non-stop under the table during all the dinner at that restaurant.
Sunny: ouch, she got you staring at some other woman chest. Don't worry, she's not mad about it, but it's only fair that you get a punishment: being choked between her boobs. I mean, I've seen worse punishments🤭
Tiffany: poor angel, she's so sensible and you got her all mad. She's too sad and disappointed to give you a punishment, but as bf it's your duty to seek for forgiveness from her: and the best way is to fuck her pussy and giving her so many orgasms that she forgets even why she was mad.
Hyoyeon: did you really make the main dancer mad? What a fool. Now she's grinding her phat ass all over your cock without letting you putting inside nor moving your hips.
Sooyoung: two words would be enough to describe her punishment, and those are angry sex. So be ready to receive the worst of insults and be verbally abused by her while you pound her pussy. At the end your arms and back will be full of her scratches.
Yoona: never piss off an actress, because she will make you so jealous, flirting with other actors in front of you. But hey, at least she got the result that wanted: now you're fucking her silly in the first empty room you've found.
Seohyun: you all expect something cute and nice from the maknae and you're all wrong for that. She's done with that role and her movie, Love and Leashes, is the definitive proof of that. And actually that movie is the perfect inspiration for your punishment: putting you on a leash and using you as her sexual puppy, and, oh boy, she's so good in playing with you.
#kpop smut#kpop thoughts#kpop x male reader#snsd x male reader#snsd x reader#snsd smut#taeyeon smut#tiffany smut#jessica smut#sunny smut#hyoyeon smut#yoona smut#sooyoung smut#seohyun smut#kpop girls#girl group smut#girl groups x male reader
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Girls' Generation Masterlist
(f) - fluff, (a) - angst, (af) - angst + fluff (s) - smut
Kim Taeyeon:
- We'll meet again (af)
Jessica Jung:
Nothing yet...
Lee Soonkyu:
Nothing yet...
Stephanie Young Hwang:
Nothing yet...
Kim Hyoyeon:
Nothing yet...
Kwon Yuri:
Nothing yet...
Choi Sooyoung:
Nothing yet...
Im Yoona:
Nothing yet...
Seo Joohyun:
Nothing yet...
OT9:
Nothing yet...
#girls' generation x reader#kim taeyeon x reader#jessica jung x reader#lee soonkyu x reader#stephanie young hwang x reader#kim hyoyeon x reader#kwon yuri x reader#choi sooyoung x reader#im yoona x reader#seo joohyun x reader
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Pairing: SNSD Sooyoung x fem!reader
Word Count: 1.4k
Genre: Fluff.
TW: Mentions of infertility, alcohol, cursing.
Clarification: BLACKPINK 5th member!reader.
"Who brought bungeoppang?"
"There's bungeoppang!?"
"Bless the person who brought bungeoppang."
"Oh my god, bungeoppang reminds me of high school."
"Oh, I brought them."
"Everyone, let's hear it for Kwon Yuri!" You stood up from your chair, starting to celebrate the girl's contribution to tonight's dinner.
Everyone else at the table followed your actions, adding some whistle or shout of encouragement.
"Thank you, thank you, I only meant to bring real holiday snacks." Replied the woman at the group reaction.
"Hey, no one thanked me for my hotteok." Hyoyeon's voice was heard, complaining.
"They're burnt!" Tiffany reproached.
"Well, then you should've made them!" Countered the blonde.
"I'm american!" She defended herself.
"I don't see you brought any burgers either!" Added the dancer, crossing her arms, earning a few laughs from the people witnessing the fight.
"I brought something more important," the black haired took a bottle of champagne in her hands and shook it slightly above her head "alcohol!" She finished causing everyone else to once again cheer.
"Congratulate me on my hotteok, please." Hyoyeon repeated whining, sitting down again and kicking her feet to show her anger.
"Come to think of it, no one said anything about my khao pad either!" Spoke Lisa joining the discussion "Hyoyeon we're victims!"
"Right?"
Both girls reached out to each other to hug and suffer their feigned pain.
"Thank you for your contributions," soothed your girlfriend, Sooyoung, coming back from the kitchen and sitting next to you "at least you brought something." She turned to look at you accusingly, referring to the fact that you didn't prepare any food for the gathering.
"It's my house!" It was the eighth time you'd said that so far tonight.
"And you couldn't even buy snacks?"
"I offered you guys my home!"
Everyone loves the holidays. The special food, getting together with people you love, not working, getting drunk, the happy atmosphere. Regardless of what your favorite holiday is or what you are celebrating, they are always beautiful times of the year.
This Christmas had started out a little sad for you and everyone close to you, as everyone is swamped with work, and really, no one could take many days off, which meant not spending the holidays with your families. In just a few days you and the other Blackpink members would have to leave Korea to continue your tour, while your girlfriend and her group would continue with their extremely full schedules.
Your girlfriend, Sooyoung.
No one knew she was your girlfriend.
Sometimes it seemed unfair to you, to be with someone like her, so smart, beautiful and funny, but not being able to show her off to anyone. However it was the best thing for both of you, you could live your life as a couple in peace, have your problems without anyone prying, have your tender moments where no one would tease you, love each other without anyone asking why or how.
But as the relationship became more and more serious, it was getting closer to the time to whitewash it to your loved ones.
The members of Blackpink and SNSD had become close over time, the relationship started through Jennie and Taeyeon who became friends as they took their dogs to play together, then you met Seohyun at a drama filming set and instantly hit it off. Eventually, having similar experiences as members of successful girl groups, you girls formed a friendship with each other.
And then, a conversation between Tiffany and Rosé ended in the twelve of you spending christmas together at your apartment.
At first it seemed crazy to you, since you don't like to be among so many people. In the end you ended up proposing that it be at your place.
Sooyoung and you had been nervous for weeks, thinking that it was the first time you would be together in front of all the members of both groups. You began discussing how you would go about avoiding as much as possible any act that would give you away as a couple, until you concluded that it was time to confirm that you were together.
"I want to kiss you in the comfort of a meeting with my friends and I want them to know that I love you." Those were the words that convinced you.
It was easy to plan it and think about the time it would happen before the events actually happened, but sitting at the table while eating, thinking that at any moment you would have to confess that you were the people you had been dating for almost a year, was nerve wracking.
Confess? But your friends didn't even expect it to be you.
Everyone knew you were both in relationships, but they didn't even suspect that those relationships were your own selves.
Lisa's khao pads were tasty, you would have enjoyed them if you could consume some without your stomach wanting to throw it up from the nerves.
What you were most uneasy about was seeing Sooyoung in the same state as you. You assumed she would be relaxed, but she was just as desperate as you.
Was she like this because the other members wouldn't accept you?
You made sure no one was watching and tapped your leg against Sooyoung's to get her attention. She watched you, a clear expression of surprise on her face, but before asking you why you wanted her to look at you, she hit you back with her leg.
You frowned, not believing she had just attacked you, to which she laughed at your grimace. You repeated, pushing her leg with yours.
She opened her mouth, incredulous, and copied the action again. Thus the two of you became involved in a silent leg wrestling match.
I mean, to you it was silent, all the other people in the room were watching you, judging.
"Yah, you two," Sunny's voice distracted you "Are you okay, should we take you to play on the swings?"
"Yah, shut up." Exclaimed your girlfriend to her bandmate, then looked at you "Tell them." She demanded.
You were stunned, this is much simpler than you imagined, much more straightforward.
"Just like that?" You questioned raising your eyebrows.
"Tell us what?" Taeyeon asked.
"y/n is going to leave Blackpink!" Lisa shrieked, guessing, covering her face ready to cry.
"No, you idiot, why would I do that?" you dismissed her delirium.
"Did you call me an idiot, you idiot?"
"Are you moving permanently to Los Angeles? This is Tiffany's fault!" Jennie said now.
"No, no."
"How would it be my fault?"
"You're into drugs!?" Seohyun exclaimed.
"Or in the mafia!" Added Yoona.
"In drugs and the mafia!" Concluded Jisoo.
"I'm not involved in anything illegal! Stop it!" You defended yourself.
"Oh my God! y/n is pregnant." Rosé surmised covering her mouth with both hands.
"What? No!" You quickly denied waving your hands in the air.
"And we don't even know who the father is." Yuri reminded, pretending to start sobbing.
"Me! I'm the father! It's me." Shouted Sooyoung, stressed, causing a burial silence.
"Huh?"
"Is y/n infertile and you're going to give her your ovums so she can have a baby?" Hyoyeon assumed.
"y/n you want a baby?" The thai woman looked at you quizzically.
"Why would you want a baby at this age?" Added Jennie.
"y/n don't want a baby! What I mean..." your girlfriend put her hands on her waist and started pacing back and forth, thinking.
She took a deep breath and turned her gaze back to you, everyone else expectant of her actions. She approached you calmly, took your face and left a short kiss on your lips. Then she jumped back and opened her arms pointing at you, as if she was showing you off.
"That!" She uttered.
"Sooyoung you shouldn't do that, y/n is in a relationship." Yuri scolded.
"And in fact so are you!" Supported Lisa.
"You two must have been the ones explaining to Dora where the bridge was." Sunny blurted out, annoyed.
"y/n is my girlfriend, I'm y/n's girlfriend." Sooyoung confessed.
You approached her and put your arm on her shoulder, then left a kiss on her forehead, she wrapped her arms around your waist.
That was it, it was done. Now, they knew.
"And we are very happy." You added.
Your friends started clapping, adulating and even jumping up and down.
And they approved you.
Most important, they still loved you.
"How beautiful is love!" Proclaimed the american.
"Bullshit, it sucks, but yours doesn't suck so much!" Taeyeon disagreed.
"Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss!" Initiated a joint chant Rosé.
At the girls' request, Sooyoung and you looked at each other, smiled, and then joined in a tender kiss, which in the background was accompanied by the squeals of the people you loved the most.
"Merry christmas, girlfriend." You spoke when you broke away from her.
"Oh, merry christmas, love of my life." She answered.
"Merry fucking christmas, beautiful ladies!" Cut off Tiffany as she uncorked the drink she brought.
—ica.
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Designer Boy
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Summary: You live for the lifestyle you have made for yourself. A real party boy, following fashion, dance, and so much drinking. Tonight isn’t any different, at least not at first.
Word Count: 2.6k
Pairing: Key x Male Reader
Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Alcohol Use/Drunkenness, Anal.
Every weekend, another party, another hangover, and close to no recollection of the night before. They were so frequent that you didn’t even bother dressing up over the top for them most of the time, but tonight you did, and soon you will be glad that you went all out.
Your friendship group was a mix of all sorts, people from all different walks of life, with each fitting together like a puzzle. You take pride - pun not intended - in being the flamboyant gay guy in the group, living for all things camp, fashion, dance, you name it, that is you.
Tonight you look ready for a runway, high waisted black skin tight jeans, torn to shreds to show off the tattoos on your legs. A loose fitting, but still tiny white crop top. Curated accessories, belt, jewellery, a stunning handbag, but the outfit is held together by the most standout piece. 6 inch stiletto heels, metal silver, they are to die for, a prized possession, something that you have not got enough wear out of, so you are getting their money’s worth now.
You love the attention from the girls, every one of them at the party loses their mind when they see you dolled up. A full face of makeup completed your look, dark eyeliner and light everything else, you know that you look good. Your best friend hangs off your arm while you two begin to drink, you had a couple earlier while getting ready but that buzz had died off, and now you are at the host’s house, it is time for you to really start.
“Who is that?” You whisper to your best friend Hyoyeon, tilting your head slightly towards the kitchen, not wanting to draw attention to yourself, though nobody else could hear over the thumping music, “I’ve never seen him before.”
Hyoyeon discreetly glances over your shoulder while she reaches for the bottle of vodka on the table, pouring out a shot for herself and for you. She hands the glass over, and you both throw your heads back, downing the liquor and fighting back that sting.
“That’s Taeyeon’s brother,” She replies, referring to the friend of yours whose house you are at now, “Kibum, and yes, he is gay.”
You are surprised you had never seen him before, with all the socialising that you do, and that his sister Taeyeon does too, she is at every party that you are, it is a little shocking.
“Is he single?” You ask, not wanting to get ahead of yourself, which would be so easy when the man you are looking at… looks like… that, “Why don’t I know him?”
Hyoyeon laughs at first, she is able to see right through you, it is not hard to tell when you are into someone, and wow, despite only seeing him from across the room, you are into him. He has this intense aura, a completely unique style, curated and perfect in every way. He has striking features like a fox, beautiful lips, jawline, and a scar through his eyebrow that catches your attention in the best way.
“He just got back from the US,” Hyoyeon tells you, “He was studying design, so has been away for a few years, and from what I know, he’s single.”
You glance down at your outfit, suddenly a little self conscious, worried if you will impress a fashion major, or if he will judge your style. You know that you carry yourself well, and that confidence can be the key to pulling a look together, and with a few drinks down, it is even easier to put on the charismatic charm that has made you as popular as you are.
Picking up another drink, you and Hyoyeon head out to where some of the party guests are dancing. You have a better view of Kibum here, and he can see you clearly too, but you try hard not to make it too obvious that you are staring, instead making infrequent glances in his direction, hoping that he meets your gaze every time.
The first time he catches you staring, it is as if the world around you disappears, nothing existing outside of you too. An instant attraction, but you want to play a little hard to get, so you look away, back to Hyoyeon dancing in front of you and motion to her that you need another drink. There is no way you could stay composed around that man without a couple more drinks, so you line up two shots for yourself, Hyoyeon following suit because she just loves to party, and you take them both consecutively, not stopping for air between them.
When you open your eyes again, you realise that someone is next to you who wasn’t there before. You pick up the mixed drink that you poured for yourself before you turn to see who it is.
It is him.
Fuck, he looks even better close up. His skin is flawless, what the fuck is his skincare routine? Does he even have pores? Despite being extroverted, and a little drunk, you still find yourself lost for words. He smiles at you, seemingly aware of his power, the smile more like a devilish smirk, it has your knees wobbling, confidence dissipating so quickly.
“Care to dance?” He asks, holding his hand out for you, “You look like you could use it.”
Heat rushes to your cheeks, you are hypnotised, taking his hand without a second thought and following him back out to where you were dancing just before. You hear Hyoyeon laugh, calling out something about how she might find you later, before she walks away to find some other friends to hang out with. You feel privileged to be getting this attention, laughing as Kibum spins you around before bringing you in closer to him, throwing your head back as you let the music course through your veins along with the alcohol you are so recklessly consuming.
Kibum is touchy, and you so easily give in to him. He holds your wrist, and guides your hand holding your drink to your mouth. He watches you down the alcohol in one big gulp, and a fire lights behind his eyes as a few stray droplets fall down your chin and further down your neck. You lick your lips to try and catch anything that you missed, all while keeping your eyes trained on the man with one hand on your waist, the other wrapped around your wrist.
You introduced yourself at some point, but Kibum makes a point of only calling you honey rather than your name. No complaints from you though, the way that it rolls off his tongue has you forgetting that you even had a real name, happy to be only referred to this way by him forever. You place your glass down on the closest table, wanting to focus all of your attention on Kibum, both hands all over him, admiring his clothes, but mostly admiring his body. He is much the same way, seemingly unable to get enough of you, getting hot and heavy so fast.
He kisses you suddenly, hand finding purchase on the back of your neck to deepen it, tongue pressing past your lips to get a taste. You are addicted, more than you thought could be possible, needing him like oxygen, so fucking attracted. You gasp as he nips your bottom lip, only giving him access to kiss you deeper, tongue practically halfway down your throat to prove that he is just as addicted. You couldn’t care less about being at this party anymore, wanting privacy, needing to be alone with him, desire taking over your being.
“How about we take this upstairs?” Kibum murmurs in your ear, “I think I’d like you all to myself now, honey.”
As if he needed to ask, you nod between kisses, murmuring a yes please, hyung before allowing him to lead you away from the makeshift dance floor and down the hall to the staircase. You eagerly follow him, barely inches apart, both stumbling slightly both out of drunkenness and out of sheer desperation to get these fucking clothes off each other.
Once in his room, Kibum presses you up against the door at the same time that he locks it. His kisses are even deeper now, hands roaming under your crop top, the feeling is electrifying, you are moaning already and he has only grazed your skin. It doesn’t take long for him to begin working at undressing you, each item of clothing admired and removed with the utmost of care, and if he were not a fashion major you probably wouldn't have understood it, but it is intimate in a way that you can’t quite explain, and you love every second of it.
Your clothes are neatly piled up next to your shoes, leaving you completely naked while Kibum is still dressed, before he lets you take his clothes off too. You are just as gentle as he was, besotted and admiring every inch of him until you both are fully undressed. The tension is too much now, having held back for so long to sensually de-robe one another, Kibum is forceful in the way that he grabs you and drags you across the room to his bed.
“You’re such a beautiful boy,” He purrs as you lie flat on your back and he hovers over you, “I know you’re gonna feel real good to be inside of, aren’t you?”
You hadn’t discussed positions, though you know that your aura probably gives it away, you are relieved to hear that Kibum will be topping, and you thank past-you for deciding to give yourself a proper clean and prepare before coming to the party, despite the fact that you hadn’t really planned on getting laid tonight.
“Mhmm,” You nod, happily spreading your legs for him to fit in between, as he leans over to his bedside table to pull a bottle of lube out of the drawer, “I promise, you don’t need to hold back.”
Kibum opens the bottle and pours a healthy amount out onto his hand, before cheekily drizzling a little onto your hole, sending shivers up your spine and making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. He leans down to kiss you as his fingers swipe up and down, chuckling as you writhe under him, especially so as his index finger presses in up to the first knuckle. His fingers are long, slender, a little bulged at the knuckles, and fuck, it feels so good. You know that you need to take it slow, and he is extra gentle, but you already push back on his hand, motioning for him to add more, wanting the stretch, the burn that means you will have his cock inside you sooner rather than later.
One finger moves to two and you see stars when he curls his fingers, finding your prostate and repeatedly hitting it over and over. You can barely breathe, nails dragging down his flawless back, surely leaving red marks in their wake. You arch your back under him, wanting to feel his cock on yours, both fully hard, the friction of your skin is almost too much. Kibum moans as your dick twitches against his, grinding down on you to chase the feeling. You open your eyes mid-kiss to see him staring at you, watching intently as he stretches you out and prepares you for him.
“Fuck me,” You whine, “Please, hyung, I need it.”
Kibum chuckles as he slowly pulls his fingers from you, leaning over to his bedside drawer again, this time to grab a condom, tearing the packet with his teeth before rolling the latex down over his cock. He picks up the lube once more, pouring a healthy slathering over the condom before he moves down to kiss you again. Impatience is clear between the two of you, he wastes no more time guiding his cock to your now prepped hole, pushing in past the tip, keeping his eyes on you to make sure that you are not uncomfortable. You push back towards him, motioning with your action that you want more although you are lost for words. He does exactly that, one swift movement to thrust in the whole way, taking him in all the way.
“You feel so fucking good,” Kibum moans, “Are you doing okay?”
You nod repeatedly as he slowly pulls back to thrust into you again, this time harder, faster. Neither of you are quiet, and you are thankful that the party downstairs is so loud, as your chances of being overheard are so limited. You wrap your legs around his hips, giving him an angle to fuck you deeper, in return he moves one of your legs up so that your ankle rests on his shoulder, only taking him in deeper again. The pleasure is overwhelming, mind racing as you try to hold yourself together when Kibum takes your cock in his hand to stroke you. Your vision is blurry from both the alcohol and the orgasm building inside you with each movement of his hand, and each repetitive nudge on your prostate.
“Hyung~” You cry, “More, more, more! Wanna cum, gonna cum.”
You are babbling now, words slurred as your body threatens to give way, but with Kibum’s continued ministrations, you are sure that he is permissive. His hand grips tighter, thrusting faster, chasing his own high as much as yours. You are sure that walking will be a little difficult after this, his cock is long and girthy, stretching you out far past that of either yours or his fingers. You are close, and growing closer by the second, enamoured by the man kissing you, fucking you, stroking you, holy shit you can’t hold back any longer.
“Cum for me, honey,” He murmurs against your lips, “Show me how good I make you feel.”
With a strangled cry, you throw your head back just as you release, hot strings of cum spurt from your cock all up your stomach, so hard that you almost reach your neck. Kibum milks your cock to oversensitivity, until you are running dry and he finally lets go too. His moans escalate as he fucks into you with every ounce of effort that he can muster, reaching his orgasm in record time following yours, once he can focus on only that and not getting you there also. The repeated abuse of your prostate has your thighs shaking, whimpering and writhing under him as you take the thrusts with the submissive patience that you have learned so well.
As Kibum slows down, all that you can hear is your heavy breathing, and the bass from the music thumping downstairs. You are dizzy and overwhelmed, and you cry out breathlessly when Kibum pulls out and moves away to dispose of the filled condom. He returns to you from his ensuite bathroom with a wet towel, and he rejoins you on the bed to kiss you while he wipes your body clean, removing the drying seed all up your stomach, and the overflow of lube on your cock and your ass. He laughs as you twitch when he touches you but he is gentle and only playing around, he really is just as enamoured with you as you are with him.
“Stay here tonight,” Kibum purrs, in more of an order than an offer, “I think I might want round two in the morning.”
#kpop fanfic#kpop#kpop smut#shinee#fic request#shinee fanfic#SHINee smut#SHINee key#SHINee key fanfic#SHINee key smut#Kim kibum#Kim kibum fanfic#Kim kibum smut#key x reader#key x male reader#mxm fanfic
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🅜🅐🅢🅣🅔🅡🅛🅘🅢🅣
Requests OPEN! (＾ω＾）
I DON’T WRITE PEDOPHILIA, WEIRD KINKS LIKE PISS KINK, AND NECROPHILIA, SO DON’T REQUEST ANY OF THOSE THINGS.
I only write x fem reader, and member x member btw. No male reader or g!p.
que lo que? I’m GlazedYam, but you can call me Yammy. Here’s my updated masterlist!
Blackpink
Jisoo
My Inspiration — [FLUFF]
Jennie
Rosé
Lisa
Twice
Nayeon
NSFW ALPHABET
Jeongyeon
Good Girl, Bad Girl — [FLUFF]
Momo
Momo FLUFF ALPHABET
NSFW ALPHABET
Sana
Wet Dreams — [SMUT]
Jihyo
Permission — [FLUFF]
Green With Envy — [FLUFF]
Mina
NSFW ALPHABET
FLUFF ALPHABET
Dahyun
Chaeyoung
Tzuyu
FLUFF ALPHABET
Red Velvet
Irene
Stressed Out — [FLUFF]
Seulgi
Wendy
Joy
Yeri
Aespa
Karina
Giselle
Winter
NingNing
Itzy
Yeji
Lia
Ryunjin
Chaeryeong
Yuna
SNSD/GIRLS’ GENERATION
Taeyeon
Jessica
Sunny
Tiffany
Hyoyeon
Yuri
Sooyoung
Yoona
Seohyun
BABYMETAL
Su-Metal
Fall Into My Arms — [FLUFF]
Moa-Metal
Momo-Metal
Soloists
IU
Caramel Macchiato — [FLUFF]
Chuu (ex Loona)
CL (2NE1)
Kyrary Pamyu Pamyu
#masterlist#blackpink x reader#twice x reader#itzy x reader#snsd x reader#iu x reader#loona chuu x reader#2ne1 cl#x reader#aespa x reader#kyary pamyu pamyu#red velvet x reader
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Rules, kinks and favorite idols/groups
I've had this blog for a while but finally I'm not busy enough to keep it active. So there are the rules:
Idols must be 18 or older (obviously).
Sex must always be consensual.
Besides rape, I also avoid stuff like scat, vomit and necrophilia.
I don't write G!P smuts. I allow for the use of strap-ons but not actual penises for idols that have vaginas.
I keep note on every request and will select a few if the story fits. All smuts will feature at least one female idol and a male reader.
My favorite fantasies are: anal (my #1), breeding, creampie, dirty talk dom/sub, facefucking, morning sex, poolside sex, public sex, rough sex, spanking and titfucking. As you can see, I'm on the rougher side of the spectrum and my smuts veer into the porny side but can do romantic stuff if asked to.
Now on to the idols.
I have idols spawning from 2nd to 4th generation as my biases, my all time top 10 is, ordered by their groups: AOA Seolhyun, Blackpink Jennie, Dreamcatcher Yoohyeon, Girl's Day Yura, f(x) Krystal, Ive Wonyoung, Iz*one/Soloist Eunbi, SNSD Yuri, Twice Jihyo and Twice Momo (and RV Seulgi but I don't write smuts about her for finding her too cute to lewd).
Here are the idols from each group, order alphabetically, I can write smuts of. Inside their groups, the idols are ordered by my personal preference.
4Minute: Hyuna
Aespa: Karina - Ningning - Winter - Giselle
After School: Nana - Kahi
Alice: Sohee
AOA: Seolhyun - Choa - Hyejeong - Jimin
Apink: Bomi - Hayoung - Eunji - Naeun - Chorong
Berry Good: Johyun
Blackpink: Jennie - Jisoo - Lisa - Rosé
Cherry Bullet: Jiwon
Cignature: Jeewon
CLC: Seungyeon - Yeeun
Dal Shabet: Subin
Dreamcatcher: Yoohyeon - Gahyeon - Handong - SuA - JiU
Exid: Hani - Junghwa
f(x) : Krystal - Victoria
Fromis 9: Saerom - Chaeyoung
Gidle: Soyeon - Shuhua - Minnie - Yuqi - Miyeon
Girl's Day: Yura - Hyeri
Gfriend: Eunha - SinB - Sowon - Yuju - Yerin - Umji
I.O.I: Somi - Doyeon - Sejeong - Jieqiong - Chungha - Mina
Itzy: Yeji - Chaeryeong - Yuna - Ryujin
Ive: Wonyoung - Gaeul - Yujin - Rei - Liz
Iz*one: Eunbi - Wonyoung - Chaewon - Minju - Hyewon - Yujin - Sakura - Yena - Chaeyeon
Kep1er: Xiaoting - Yujin - Hikaru - Chaehyun - Dayeon
Le Sserafim: Kazuha - Chaewon - Yunjin - Sakura
Loona: Heejin - Yeojin - Hyeju - Yves - Haseul - Jinsoul - Kim Lip
Lovelyz: Mijoo
Mamamoo: Solar - Hwasa
Miss A: Suzy - Fei
Momoland: Ahin - Nancy
Newjeans: Danielle - Minji - Hanni
Nine Muses: Kyungri
Nmixx: Sullyoon - Haewon
Oh My Girl: Arin - Yooa - Jiho - Yubin - Mimi - Hyojung - Seunghee
Rainbow: Jaekyung - Hyunyoung
Red Velvet: Joy - Yeri - Irene
Secret: Hyosung
SNSD: Yuri - Yoona - Taeyeon - Seohyun - Sunny - Jessica - Tiffany - Hyoyeon - Sooyoung
Sistar: Soyou - Hyolyn - Bora - Dasom
Stayc: Isa - J - Seeun - Yoon
T-Ara: Hyomin - Jiyeon
Twice: Momo - Jihyo - Sana - Mina - Tzuyu - Dahyun - Nayeon - Jeongyeon - Chaeyoung
Weeekly: Monday - Zoa - Jihan
WJSN: Bona - Cheng Xiao
Wonder Girls: Sunmi
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Luxurious Love, Lust & Lies
Chapter Two ~ Hands Stained Red
~ Series Masterlist ~
A twisted tale of the young and rich attending an elite private academy for academic scholars, the finest athletes and aristocrats. Follow these upperclassmen on a journey to uncovering the dark secrets their academy has fought tooth and nail to conceal from the public. No one will make it out unscathed, for everyone is at risk of falling for the deceiving facades of those around them.
Multiple K-pop Love Interests x F!Reader
You absentmindedly twirl the fountain pen between your fingers, staring out the large glass windows in boredom as the professor droned on. The hushed whispers of your classmates didn’t go unnoticed by the strict professor, who tilted her head, raising her brow, challenging them to continue. Under her fierce gaze, they were quick to quiet down, straightening their posture and focusing all their attention on her until she was seemingly satisfied by their obedience. “Am I boring you, Y/n?” Ms Jung addressed you, crossing her arms over her chest, unimpressed by your attitude.
“Of course not, Professor Jung,” you assured, swiftly halting the spin of your pen. Hissing as the tip sliced the palm of your hand without any resistance. Professor Jung squinted at you, clicking her tongue in disapproval as specs of red began to drip onto the crisp white paper before you. “You should head to the infirmary,” She sighed, ushering you to the front of the class. You avoided the burning gazes of your fellow students as you made your way past them, careful not to let your blood spill on the white marble floor. Jung Eunji graciously opened the door for you, stepping outside and closing it behind the two of you.
“Take this,” she pulled a fresh handkerchief from her blazer, wrapping it around your injured hand. “Thank you,” you muttered, watching as red instantly began to seep through the fabric snowy white. “You best be on your way,” Professor Jung nodded her head down the hall. “Stop by my office after class to collect today's assignments,” she reminded, earning a displeased mumble of agreement from you. She watched as you walked through the halls, shaking her head in amusement as you stumbled slightly, before turning on her heel and returning to the class.
It wasn’t long before the nurse released you, allowing you to attend your regular classes with a bandaged hand and strict instructions not to strain it. You took great effort in tugging down your sleeves in hopes of concealing your wound to avoid questioning. Sighing, you raised your hand to knock on Professor Jung’s door, making your presence known. “I thought I told you to stop by after class had concluded, not during your schedule.” She scolded, leaving the door open as an invitation to enter, she plopped down in her leather chair.
“Lovely to see you too, Professor,” you greeted sarcastically, closing the door behind you. Taking a seat on the couch opposite her, you lazily kicked your feet up on the couch, earning a scowl from her. Flicking through a few papers on her desk, she slipped multiple into a clear file before tossing it your way. “Won’t you spare me, just this once?” You pleaded, face scrunched up at the sight of all your assigned work. “No,” she deadpanned, folding her arms over her chest. “Not even for your favourite student?” You groaned, forehead creased in a frown.
“That would be considered unethical, and I’m not interested in losing my job,” Eunji informed. “No one would even have to know,” you whined, huffing as she shook her head. “Taeyeon would be on my ass about nepotism and you know it,” she chuckled as your shoulders sagged. “The headmaster is hardly any better,” you retorted under your breath, eyes narrowing at the several assignments resting atop your lap. “You spoke with her?” Professor Jung asked, mild surprise crossing her features. “It’s not like I did so willingly,” you insisted, frowning at the memory. Eunji raised an inquisitive brow at your statement.
“Stupid Mr Kim practically threw me out the door,” you elaborated further, grumbling profanities under your breath. Professor Jung chuckled at your colourful choice of language, leaning forwards in her chair with sudden interest. “What did the Headmistress say?” She asked, curiosity reflecting in her gaze. “It was nothing,” you mumbled, a frown set on your features. “Clearly not, nothing wouldn’t put you in such a bad mood,” Eunji dismissed your previous words easily. You huffed in frustration, glaring pointedly at your professor. “Fine, I won’t pry,” she raised her hands in surrender.
“That’s why you’re my favourite professor in this academy,” you grinned, as Eunji chuckled at your mood swings. An obnoxiously loud buzz crackled through the academy’s speakers, indicating the beginning of your next scheduled commitment. “Alright, you’ve been here long enough.” Ms Jung announced, rising to her feet. “I’m not wasting my free period listening to you complain about homework,” she declared, leaving no room for arguments. “Mrs Cheon is going to throw a fit when she sees my hand,” you laughed, referring to your piano teacher. Eunji snickered, practically pushing you out of her office.
“Y/n,” Ms Jung called out to you before you could make it too far down the maze like hallways. You hummed, glancing over your shoulder. “I may not pry, but please don't hesitate to come and find me if you ever need someone to speak to,” she spoke, forehead creased in notable concern. “Will do,” you smiled, “but I promise it’s nothing to worry about,” you assured, traipsing down the corridor without another word. Eunji sighed, watching you disappear round a corner, the faint whistle of a cheery tune only getting further and further away.
With one final glance Eunji began the journey to the faculty break room, in desperate need of a strong coffee. She carelessly pushed the door open after scanning her key card, rushing straight towards the kitchen cabinet. “I can’t imagine such a large consumption of caffeine is good for your health” Professor Kim Hyoyeon remarked with a chuckle, seated on a chair around the breakroom table. “How else do you suggest I deal with spoiled brats and sleep deprivation?” Eunji retorted, the two sharing a look before breaking out into laughter.
“They’re not that bad, you just have to scare them a little,” Hyoyeon smirked, sipping on her hot tea. Eunji hummed in agreement, taking a seat at the table, sparing a glance at the Headmistress, who sat cooped up by the window, worn book in hand. “And yet they still come crawling to my office during my precious breaks.” Eunji groaned, an expression of faux annoyance plastered on her face. “Y/n, again?” Hyoyeon asked, brows furrowed as she placed her mug on the table.
Nodding her head, Eunji took a sip of her steaming coffee, breathing a sigh of relief as the liquid met her tongue. “Is everything alright with her?” Hyoyeon questioned nonchalantly, trying to mask her concern with curiosity. Ms Jung hummed in contemplation, “I don’t know, but something’s definitely off with her,” she deduced. “How so?” Professor Kim Hyoyeon pressed further, attention focused solely on her colleague. “Like she’s got a lot on her mind, spacing out in class and what not. Even got herself hurt because of it,” Eunji shook her head in disappointment.
Taeyeon, who had been quietly listening, abruptly rose to her feet, slamming her book shut. Both professors snapped their heads in her direction, startled by the sudden outburst. The Headmistress wordlessly stormed past them, eyes clouded as she hurried out the door. “I’ll be right back,” Hyoyeon muttered, rushing after the older woman hastily. She called out after her, Taeyeon halting, but not turning to face her. “Where are you going?” Hyoyeon asked, by her side in an instant, concern written on her face.
“You know exactly where I’m going,” Taeyeon grit out, glaring at the younger woman. “Okay, but I don’t know what you’re thinking. If you’re going to something you might regret,” Hyoyeon trailed off, the older one calming slightly at the genuine worry. “I have to go, I’m sorry.” The Headmistress said, tone desperate. “Fine, I trust you. At least tell me how everything goes,” Hyoyeon compromised, lightly patting the shorter woman's shoulder. “I promise I will,” Taeyeon assured, smiling briefly before continuing walking. “Do you even know where she is?!” The younger woman yelled after her.
“I always know where she is.”
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The soft melody floated through the room, enchanting your fingers as they graced over keys. Your jaw was firmly clenched, hands aching as you repeated the same piece several times, working tirelessly to achieve perfection. Your wound throbbing as you threw caution to the wind, only worsening your fresh gash, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. One slip of your finger had your hands moving with a mind of their own, slamming down on the keys in frustration, you winced at the unpleasant sound. You wanted to scream into the silence, but instead merely heaved a sigh, gazing at the sheet of music that glared back at you.
Your hand ached in protest, blood was bound to be soaking through the carefully wrapped gauze. Gaze hardening, you let your fingers glide across the keys with what looked like effortless precision. Gritting your teeth as you played, the familiar composition bouncing off the walls. “Y/n..” A voice laced in worry called out, but you remained blissfully ignorant. Disregarding the specks of red that began to taint the pure white, your eyes darted between the sheet and piano with extreme focus. “Y/n!” The voice yelled, falling deaf in your ears, letting the music guide you.
Just as you began to approach the song's peak, the satisfaction of success you craved was ripped from your grasp. An unidentified force jerked your arm back in desperation, saving you from inevitable destruction, but that’s not how you viewed it. “Why would you do that?!” You yelled, seeing red, anger boiling hot within you. “You were hurting yourself, Y/n!” Taeyeon shrieked, her grip on your arm firm, much like the expression adorning her face. “I almost had it, I would have done it if it weren't for you!” You seethed, trying to rip your hand free of her grasp.
“You were hurting yourself,” she repeated, tone desperate, eyebrows furrowed in concern. “I can take care of myself,” you grunted, refusing to meet her gaze, fist clenched in anger. “Really?” Taeyeon questioned, grasping your hand on her own, uncurling your fingers carefully. She revealed your red stained hands, eyes brimming with concern at the state you were in. “Stop,” you uttered, tugging your hand away and reaching for your music sheet, crumpling it in your palm.
“Why are you here, Taeyeon?” You asked coldly, eyes narrowed at her. “I’m here for you,” she confessed, eyes filled with sincerity, but you refused to play the fool. “Cut the bullshit,” you sneered, beginning to pack up your things. “I can see that you’re hurting, please let me help you,” she begged before you, taking a tentative step forward. “I don’t need your help!” You shouted, only further enraged by her words. “Why not? Why can’t you just accept my help?!” She questioned incredulously, meeting your volume.
“Why not?! Why not? Because you’re the damn reason everything’s so fucked in the first place! It’s all your fault and I hate you!” You yelled, a stray tear running down your cheek. “That’s not fair, Y/n..” Taeyeon muttered, utterly defeated by your words. Her heart ached in her chest, thrashing against her ribs. You hated her. The words replayed in her mind like a broken record. “How isn’t it fair? You left me..” an involuntary sob escaped your lips. “You left me,” you repeated the words, hating how broken you sounded, how fucked you were without her.
“I’m trying, Y/n. I’m trying to be there for you now..” She said, reaching out to you hopefully. “Acting like everything is fine doesn’t fix what happened,” you spoke, tone firm. “Please just let me help you now,” she pleaded, gently grasping your wounded hand. “I know it doesn’t fix anything, but you can’t expect me to make up for my past mistakes if you won’t even let me try.” Taeyeon looked into your eyes, chocolate orbs swirling with nothing but care. Huffing, you shook your head adamantly in refusal. “I have to meet someone,” you grumbled, brushing past the older woman. The headmistress helplessly watched you slip out of the studio with a sullen expression, lips sucked between her teeth thoughtfully.
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Your eyes were unfocused as you trudged through the pristine halls, mind clouded with unease. Absent-mindedly fiddling with your loose tie as you approached the photography club, you pulled out your phone to send Yerim a quick message. Waiting patiently outside the door, a familiar beep pulled you from your thoughts, Yerim’s head popping out the door, a bright grin adoring her lips. “You made it!” She cheered, ushering you inside eagerly. Upon entering, your shoulders instantly tensed, Student Council President Kim Seokjin was standing stiffly in the room you’d presumed empty. “I didn’t know you had a guest,” you muttered, sending the stoic male a tight lipped smile.
“Feel free to explore the dark room while the President and I finish discussing the upcoming event.” Yerim lazily pointed towards the smaller door covered in vintage photos. Nodding curtly, you waltzed inside without a second thought, uncomfortable under Seokjin’s cold gaze. As you clicked the door shut behind you, their hushed voices became muffled. You purse your lips pensively, wondering why someone of such importance was loitering in a measly club room. Pushing the thought away, you glanced curiously around the room lit with red. A smile tugged at your lips when your eyes landed on a photograph that hung in the centre of the room.
Before you was the image Yerim had taken the previous evening, cherry blossoms falling while you sat blissfully unaware on the bench below. A brief smile tugged at your lips before your eyes travelled to another photograph in the far corner, brows raising in curiosity. Taking an inquisitive step forward, you squinted at the displayed image, a smirk rising to your lips. Due to its faded, hazy nature, you were certain to be the first to see it. It had only just been developed after all. The sound of light footfall had you rushing to pluck it from its place, quickly folding the paper and slipping it into your blazer pocket.
“Sorry about that,” Yerim apologised upon entering the room, sending you a bashful smile. “It’s not a problem,” you assured, glancing back at the photograph of yourself. “What do you think?” She asked nervously, following your gaze to the image she’d claimed was her best. “I think you’re very talented,” you uttered sincerely, hands clasped behind your back. “Really?” She grinned sheepishly, shifting her weight from one leg to another as she scratched the back of her neck. You merely hummed in response, eyes glued to the expertly taken photograph. “Come with me,” she dragged you from the room by your arm, suddenly overcome with a burst of confidence.
You chuckled in amusement as she sat you down before a blank white canvas, her smile blindingly bright. “Have you ever painted before, Y/n?” She questioned, a mischievous glint in her eyes as you shook your head. “You seem like the type to have never gotten messy,” she muttered. You glanced down to your crisply ironed uniform, a stark contrast to Yerim’s crumpled shirt that was stained with paint. Stalking off to a nearby shelf, she came back with various coloured paints.. “Take your pick,” she held them up to you expectantly, pleased when you complied.
Handing you a brush, she began to squeeze the coloured paint onto a palette before presenting it to you. “What am I supposed to do?” You asked dumbly, staring at her with furrowed brows. “Anything,” Yerim encourages with a gentle smile, watching intently as you bring your hand up to the canvas. You let your hand guide you, uncertainty present with each brush stroke. “You’re too tense,” Yerim observed, carefully eyeing the canvas with squinted eyes. “Then what do you suggest I do?” You asked, gazing up to her expectantly. “I think you need to get a little messy,” she smirked, dipping her finger into some dark red paint. Not a second later her hand was flying towards your face, finger swiping across your nose and a proud grin adorning her lips.
You screeched at the cold sensation, nose scrunched as you stared at Yerim in utter disbelief. The smiling girl raised her hands in surrender as a smirk began to creep onto your lips, hand reaching for the paint. A loud squeal ripped from her lips as you copied her previous actions, dipping your hand into a purple paint and ruthlessly smearing it across her face. The two of you stared blankly at each other for mere seconds before breaking out into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, closely followed by Yerim chasing you around the room with red stained hands. Melodious laughter bounced from the walls, the student council historian launching herself at you with a cheerful giggle.
Her red hands landed on your shoulders as the two of you toppled over, Yerim landing atop you with a thud. You winced as your back hit the marble floor, but a wide smile spread across your face at the sight of her toothy grin. Her dark locks fell perfectly around your face, chocolate brown orbs swirling with delight as she gazed into your eyes. With glossy pink lips sucked between her teeth, she traced your features with her purple finger tip, smiling giddily as you complained about the ticklish sensation. Yerim gulped harshly upon realising how your faces were now only mere inches apart, blinking owlishly as she pushed herself off your with an awkward smile.
Clearing your throat, you rose to your feet, Yerim avoiding your gaze at all costs. “I think I’d better get going,” you announced, dusting off your clothes. The historian hummed absentmindedly, staring thoughtfully at the canvas. “I hope we can do this again sometime Yerim. I had fun,” you admitted, slipping out of the room without waiting for a response. Upon catching sight of your paint stained uniform, you breathed out a heavy sigh, knowing it would be troublesome to clean. Scurrying off to your dorm silently, you shoved your hands into your pockets as you trudged down the familiar stone path.
A sudden grin broke out on your face as your fingers met a piece of crumpled paper hidden within your blazer pocket. Your mind raced with endless thoughts on the journey back, whistling a cheery tune as you approached your room, running to paper between your thumb and forefinger. Pushing the familiar numbered door open after scanning your key card, you stumbled into your room, pulling the paper from your pocket excitedly. You scanned the paper carefully, squinting at the image before you as you tried to make out every blurred detail. Tensing at the feeling of two strong arms wrapping around your torso, you shrieked in surprise.
“Sooyoung!” You yelled incredulously at the tall girl who rested her chin atop your shoulder. “Where were you?” She whined, pulling you impossibly closer. “Nowhere,” you managed to stutter out, trying to conceal the photograph in your pocket, but Sooyoung was quick to snatch it from your hand. “What’s this?” She questioned, eyes widening by tenfold upon closer inspection of the image. “It’s nothing!” You squeaked out, trying to snatch it back, but she held it just out of your grasp. “Y/n.” Sooyoung spoke, voice eerily calm. “Would you care to explain why you have a photo of Mr Kim kissing-” You slapped your hand over her mouth with wide eyes, hearing a light footfall just outside your dorm door.
“I promise I’ll explain, just promise you can keep a secret.”
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➷｡˚tissues — nct doyoung
PROLOGUE ༄ -traveling to osaka after constant promotions, doyoung takes you abroad for a trip you both needed. in the middle of exploring the city, doyoung insisted to buy some tissues at a local convenience store.
PAIRING ༄ - idol! doyoung x idol! fem reader
GENREs ༄ - fluff, sentimental, travelling, idol au
W. COUNT ༄ - around 1k+
NOTES ༄ - first oneshot here ! lowercased. expect grammar and typo errors. simple wording.
do not repost. copyright belongs to @moonflms 2021. reblogs and likes are deeply appreciated! originally posted on my wattpad (@johnsparrot) and on twitter (@suhhvsco). enjoy reading!
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"and why do we need a box of tissues, 'young?" you asked doyoung who was currently holding two different types of dry tissue from the same brand. "trust me! plus i'm pretty sure you wouldn't want wipes to ruin the make-up you have on." he convinced.
"if you insist. take the soft one." doyoung then returned the other box. "plus i don't have make-up on, stupid."
"oh, i know. it's that your natural beauty makes it seem like you have make-up done by a professional." he rubbed your nape as you paid for the things you've purchased, including the tissue box. you felt butterflies floating around in you and doyoung knew it very well. "that's why i have my mouth hanging open every time we'd attend a gala back in seoul. the make-up makes you even more gorgeous," he giggled as he side-hugged, making your cheeks turn slightly pink.
leaving the counter you both headed-out of the convenience store, greeted by the cold breeze of japan's winter.
you and doyoung planned for the past months to travel out of korea for a trip, just for the both of you. no cameras, no promotions, just quality time with each other. it was currently the second week of your travel and you both were finally back from sapporo.
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hearing the news, the boys were excited about their deserved break after the constant promotions and guesting's held. most members expressed that they'd be staying home, considering tripping around korea instead.
doyoung wanted to visit japan despite being there a couple of times already. since the given break period was wide, he took the chance to go abroad. yuta, who would be heading back to his homeland a week later than the couple, immediately offered that his sister was willing to tour them around osaka. his sister could speak korean so that's a plus. shotaro contacted you and shyly gave a list of parks, landmarks, and foods to try out while being there.
the week you both arrived was calm, the opposite of what was expected. you predicted fans would be swarming the airport, knowing about sm's announcement and obviously doyoung's recent insta stories. but it was free, yeah there were a few fans with signs but it was different. they stood a good distance away as they greeted both of you warmly even from afar.
the first three days were in osaka as yuta's sister gave a tour around the city. food-tripping, shopping and lastly dinner at yuta's parents' house by the end of the day. 'tourists spots and pictorials are a must', claimed by doyoung during the months before.
doyoung wanted to bring you to sapporo as you fantasized about playing in the snow with the amazing surroundings.
"it's sad sapporo is so close yet so far." you sighed. "and who said we weren't be visiting?" he asked, making your eyes sparkle following by a tackle hug
doyoung's only goal was to visit beautiful cities, didn't matter whether it was near or far— as long as he was right beside you. he wants memories with the person he loves the most! he wants to give back to the person who has dealt with such consequences for the past years of their relationship. he's at peace as long it was you.
the week was ending and you both came back from sapporo a day ago. only a few more days left and it was time to head back to korea, so you both made the best out of the remaining time left.
right now, you both were walking to a park shotaro has visited a couple of times. you walked hand-in-hand, gathering warmth battling the snowing environment. fans were aware of them, but they respectfully gave them time to bond.
entering the park was the sight of cherry blossoms slowly falling to the ground making a pretty coverage above the path. trees dusted with snow, highlighting their pleasing green color, the same goes for the bushes. the park wasn't overall crowded, just right.
"excuse me?" a voice called out. it was a girl in her school uniform, a fan.
as the both of you turned around you immediately smiled. why? the fan gave you a bouquet of flowers! feeling touched, you hugged the fan despite you weren't allowed to. doyoung watched the scene happen with one of his infamous gummy smiles.
you noticed doyoung was really smiley since this morning. really clingy as well. you never brought it up as you felt it was not needed.
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you both were now sitting on a bench as you both finished your pictorials, even managing to ask some stranger to take your couple photos (thanks to doyoung's japanese lessons).
you were held close to doyoung, while you both watched everything happen before you. "that guy low-key resembles yuta, don't he?" you asked as doyoung chuckled. "it's osaka afterall, pumpkin" he squeezed you from the side.
the thing is, the stranger really looked like your boyfriend's member, almost the exact person.
"hey, y/n.." doyoung started. you hummed in response.
"do you remember that one time we guested for hello counselor?" he questioned
"i do. why do you ask?" doyoung took off your glove from your right hand, following his as he interlocked his hands with yours. "that was nearly seven years ago. wow, time does fly fast." doyoung caressed the upper part of your hand with his thumb.
"and we met for the first time, who knew your ideal type was among me and my members?" you reminisced how your boyfriend confessed his ideal type (which was you) during the guesting, saving jaehyun's ass who the question was originally for. "jaehyun couldn't answer the question so i had to step in, i was being honest too!" doyoung perked up as you hit his shoulder, flustered.
"do i have to bring up that one time you talked about marriage plans on live broadcast? you were crazy 'young!" you saw doyoung turn red. "okay finee, we'll set that aside, ...for now" your bunny looked at you as he smirk, landing another smack on his shoulder.
"people were against it at first, but you were brave enough to deal with everything with me... thank you, baby." he pecked your hand. "look, you're so handsy as if you didn't panic holding sejeong's hand during your station" you joked since you felt the sentimental air getting intense. doyoung laughed as he whined, "stop~ i'm a pro now!"
"but, i really am! who knew we'd get this far! everything was stressful, well that's life. but it was made bearable because of your help." he continued
"six years going seven, despite all the hate at the start. i really applaud you for being such a strong woman," he added. "thank you. handling your whiney ass could get rough sometimes." you laughed once again as he whined.
"okay shut up, bear with my cheesy moment for a bit."
"honestly, i was scared. scared that i'd lose you after the news broke. i didn't want you to be gone by my side. instead, i wanted you to be by my side forever."
"kim doyoung where are you going with this!" you were teary as your boyfriend became sentimental.
he was right, it was hard to keep up with everything. "i was also scared. everything could've ended or went wrong just because of what we want." you admitted.
"exactly. but... we made it anyways" he pecked your cheek.
"y/n.. i love you, so much. and i know you know that. " he paused as he got teary as well. the journey you've gone through together started taking a toll on what you both feel at the moment. you could sense fans from afar that they were keeping an eye on you both. doyoung stood up as he pulled you with him. he hugged you as he brought his hand up to your head, making you rest your chin on his shoulder.
"y/n, i can't put into words how much you've done just for me. i can't express how you've done a great job on everything. i'm sorry that there were times where we argued, times where i wasn't by your side when you needed it... times where i might have blown off all the stress and frustrations on you. you didn't deserve those."
you were now crying, as he did as well. you could feel his heartbeat against yours, in the same pace.
"and what i meant earlier, i really mean it." doyoung emphasized. "i know you do, dongyoung."
"and that includes being with you for a long time" you felt your heart quicken its beat.
"y/n, i can see us together 'til the end, and i will make sure of it."
doyoung broke the hug as he looked behind, he waved his hand. you saw that yuta lookalike with a few others, it was his members. fans started to crowd from afar. he cupped and squished your tear-drenched face. he places a peck as he took a small velvet box out of his coat. you saw the box and started to break down. fans afar were screaming.
"doyoung?" you said in between sobs.
"as i said, i'll make sure of it. y/n, i want to have kids who have your eyes, our talents, and our smile. it may sound cliché, but i want to start a new life with you. no longer as my girlfriend, but my last love. my... wife."
members and fans had their cameras on, capturing the moment.
"take off that promise ring, now." he commanded as you did. "i'm going to fulfill that promise we made years ago." he left a peck on your knuckles.
"y/n.." he knelt down on one knee, holding your right hand which was ungloved earlier.
"don't worry, i asked everyone for their blessings. your parents, the guys, your members, hell— do i have to mention the tasks hyoyeon made me do before i could get her consent?!" he exclaimed.
"y/n... will you?" he opened the box as it revealed the prettiest ring.
you looked over the members who were crying tears of joy, mouthing a yes. you looked over the fans, which made them shout a yes.
"why wouldn't i?" he immediately stood up and carried you, crying as he spun you around.
he carefully placed you down as he places the ring on your digit. he hugged you once again, kissing your forehead. taeyong, whose face was drenched and shivering from the cold handed out a box of tissues, the exact one you've paid for at the store. now understanding why your now fiancé insisted earlier. you looked at him getting an 'i told you so' from him.
outdoing his goal, doyoung did not only garner undying memories, but a life-long partner as well.
—end
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The Inner Garden
paring: lim yoona x fem! reader
genre: angst, a touch of fluff
contents: hanahaki!au, non-idol!yoona
summary: she was the only cure to your disease, to ease this pain, to lift this death sentence. but she was too blind by oblivion to notice you calling out for her.
A/N: I must love angst cause that’s all I’ve been writing. I have drafts filled with angst stories. I’ll try to think of more happy things down the road. :) also, this is a series so expect more to come.
In all your years of living you’d never thought that this disease was real. Let alone you having it. The doctor said that you had at least three months to live and the only known cures for it were to get it surgically removed or to have romantic feelings be returned. You couldn’t figure out who you had feelings for since you fell in love with multiple people throughout the years.
Was it Tiffany? Your old college tutor that would give you her famous eye smile whenever you got a answer right? No. It couldn’t be. You guys barely talk now and all you get from her is a little “hey! how are you? 🥰” text every now and then. You couldn’t blame her. She’s a busy girl and you’re busy in your own right. Both of your feelings probably went away as soon as she stopped calling you.
What about Hyoyeon? Your former roommate that would make you stay up till the wee hhours of the morning to watch her dance to her favorite artists. No. It’s not her. Even if you both remained in contact well after her moving out, you guys agreed that you both should just remain friends. Your love for each other stayed as a friendship type of love.
It didn’t hit you until you started to cough up those flowers for the first time. You were sitting on the edge of your bed, having a coughing fit until a bunch of flower petals appeared in the palm of your hand. You had to take a second look to see if you saw what you saw correctly. It was purple flower petals. It can’t be. “Yoona?...”
You knew you had feelings for Yoona but she was so damn oblivious to the point where you gave up on pursuing her and decided to let your feelings fizzle out. You were unaware that your feelings for her remained until that day and ever since then, you’ve had to clean up god knows how much purple petals from your kitchen floor.
You knew you had to make a call to someone or some people that’ll understand what you’re going through. Yuri and Seohyun were close friends with Yoona so maybe they can help you out. It didn’t take them long to come over due to the fact that they heard you almost coughing up a lung over the phone. Yuri busts through the front door with Seohyun standing behind her.
“What’s wrong!?” Yuri asked as you looked up at them from the couch. Seohyun pushes Yuri inside before closing the door, locking it as well. “Are you sick, Y/N? It sounded like you were coughing up a lung...” She said in a more softer tone than Yuri’s. “Um...” You started to say before looking at a pile of purple flower petals. “You know that disease I thought wasn’t real?..” You started to say before grabbing one of the petals.
“Well.. it’s real...” You finished before looking at the two girls, who were still by the door. They both rushed over to you, one sitting at each side. “How long have you been coughing up those petals, Y/N?” Seohyun asked, grabbing your hand for comfort. “It’s been happening for a week now... the doctor said that I have three months to live unless the one that I love reciprocates the love I have for them or.. I get the surgery.” You said before sighing.
“It’s not Tiffany.... it’s not Hyoyeon... hell, it’s not even Krystal...” You trailed off before coughing again, the purple petals falling out of your mouth like a faucet that’s halfway running. Yuri picks one up from the ground. “Yoona’s favorite color is purple... does that mean-“ She started to say, putting two and two together. You nod, confirming her speculation. “Yes. My love for Yoona is still there..” You said.
“How are you gonna tell her, Y/N?” Seohyun asked, rubbing your back with her free hand. “I don’t know... maybe I won’t tell her at all...” You said before sighing softly. Yuri gets up and tosses the petal down on the coffee table. “I’d just tell her straight up “Hey Yoona. I love you and if you don’t love me back, I’ll die.” It’s not that hard.” She said, making Seohyun shake her head.
“No. Y/N shouldn’t do that. It’s too straightforward. How about you send her little gifts like flowers, chocolates, and little letters for the first two months. Then on the last month, explain to her why you did those things and hope for the best.” She said, making you sigh. You coughed into your hand and placed the new petals on the coffee table.
“I’m just... I’m not ready for rejection...” You said before placing your head in your hands. “Yoona’s a bit oblivious, but I’m pretty sure she’s changed over the years. She’s not dating that waiter anymore and she’s been looking for someone.” Yuri said, nudging your shoulder. “Maybe this is a sign. That you both were destined to be together.” Seohyun said with a soft smile.
“After all these years, you still manage to be the innocent seventeen year old I met in high school.” You said before shaking your head. They gave you a boost of confidence, at least to get through today. Tomorrow is a whole different story. This journey is long and rough. But first, you have to figure out what you’re going to do. Will you tell her? Or will you accept your fate?
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ignore the rumors | yoona
Requested: Hi is it possible to request a scenario about snsd yoona and idol fem reader where the reader is known to be very emotionless and troubled but also very misunderstood but they both get on the same variety show like knowing brother and through guestions yoona starts tp realize that reader in actually really nice and they start to hang out but the other snsd members are worried about yoona hanging out with her. Maybe little bit of angst but happy ending. Thank you
Word count: 0.444K
Admin: Jade
Genre: fluff, little angst
Warnings: none!
Pairings: fem!idol X fem!reader
Yoona looked around the studio and smiled to herself. She knew this was going to be s fun show because she would be with another group. She was a bit nervous hearing about your group coming, many rumors have said that you weren’t the nicest idol and tended to be emotionless. But she did see your photos and though you were very pretty. She stood behind the podium and listened to Hodong as he yelled, per usual. She smiled then watched your group in and the knowing brothers all awed. She looked over at you, your face was straight, you looked like you didn’t want to be here as the other members smiled. Yoona spaced out as she listened to you talk. Your tone was calling to her and she smiled the whole time. “Alright, now we find who you will sit with!” Heechul said loudly as he looked over at Soogeun. He smiled and went through the whole thing until everyone had a seat.
When it was time for the question game you were volunteered to go first and you walked up. Yoona watched with a giddy smile. When she heard your questions, it was like hearing a whole different person talk. You talked about things from your childhood and trainee days. Both made Yoona want to know more about you. As soon as the filming was over she walked over to you and smiled. “Would you like to get coffee with me?” Yoona looked at you hopefully, you nodded, still showing no emotion. “What time?” You looked at her as she told you what time and what cafe.
Yoona walked away with a smile and Hyoyeon looked at her in disbelief. “Did you just ask out y/n?” Yoona nodded then looked at her. “Why? Was I not supposed to?” Taeyeon looked at Yoona. “She just gives us a bad vibe, and we don’t want you to be with someone bad,” Yoona looked at them in disbelief. “Don’t be so hard on her, you don’t see what I see, she’s misunderstood,” Yoona looked at them as they sighed and nodded.
When it came time for the date yoona left a bit earlier than she said because she couldn’t wait to meet with you. When you walked in she smiled and smiled slightly back. You sat next to her as she fixed her hair. Then started with small talk until you warmed up. She made a couple jokes and you laughed. She grinned when you laughed, the sound was music to her ears. You smiled at her and you could tell she liked you a lot, and you liked her just as much.
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Who are you?
I’m a 900 Year Old Swamp Witch™.
What’s your name?
Swamp Witch™.
Ha ha, no really, what should I call you?
*gestures vaguely* Idk, Star, I guess?
Who do you write for?
NCT (Taeil - 00 line) + EXO (minus Jongdae) when I’m feeling emo (you can’t tell looking at the content I put blog but they are my ults lol)
What groups do you follow?
*cracks knuckles* I’m a HUGE ass multi, let’s not talk about the 100+ albums I have amassed in the last two years:
Fuck I don’t know, uhhhh NCT OT23 + sub units, BTS, EXO + sub units + soloists, uhh uhhhh Sunmi, Chungha, SNSD {Taeyeon/Hyoyeon/Yuri/Tiffany for now music wise}, (G)I-DLE, Mamamoo + solo works, Red Velvet, Day6, Everglow, sort of Seventeen, sort of Monsta X, Onewe, Oneus, Ateez, Eric Nam, Heize, IU, KARD, TVXQ!, Stray Kids, lil bit of Dreamcatcher, GOT7, TXT, BlackPink, ITZY, I don’t like stan Gray particularly but I do dig his music, Wonho, SHINee + soloists, SuperM, I don’t know much about Hyolyn but I love her music, uhhhmmmm I think that’s everyone on my frequent rotation playlists.
Who are your biases?
He’ll be the death of me.
My American k-pop heartthrob.
The perfect score.
I’d like her to step on me. Please.
He is my sunshine, my (first) and only sunshine.
Who are you bias wreckers?
It’s always missing him hours in this house.
The True Moon Moon, and Another Aquarius man.
My favorite himbo.
Someone who needs to stay in his lane more.
A Whole Ass Capricorn.
Anyone else you love?
All of them, always. Aside from being an EXO OT9 and NCT OT21 OT23 stan?
My emotional support kpop boys.
The sun is my SON.
What did we do to deserve this leader?
A Whole Ass Anime Character
Wait you’re weirdly honest about some things and secretive about others, why?
I talk and yell in my tags a lot. I’m here because I want to be slightly thirsty and anonymous on the internet. But also I have a huge fucking ego and a hard time shutting up about myself. I’m a Libra and I work in Entertainment and live in LA, so a lot of my Fics— either AUs or idolverse— relate to that or have Readers that also work in Entertainment or Creative-Adjacent industries. Sometimes I yell about the close encounters I’ve had with kpop idols, which were usually in instances before I was into kpop or knew who those specific idols were. I may or may not have once flipped off the crew of the What A Life MV shoot for blocking my shortcut home from work when they were filming on a side street in Beverly Hills.
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EPILOGUE: The Best Birthday Gift
Genre: Fluff
Words: 1789
Pairing: Tiffany (SNSD) x Reader (F)
First part’s over here!
Luckily, the girls' photoshoot fell on a Saturday, my rest day. I was free, and it was the perfect opportunity to go see my girlfriend. My girlfriend. I shuddered and felt giddy all over. It's finally official. I'd have to get used to calling her that from now on.
She and the other girls may be tired from lack of sleep so I decided to bring treats. I brought eight frappes, all the same flavor to avoid favoritism, to the set of the photoshoot. Sunny texted me the location and informed security that I'll be coming. It was one hell of a challenge not getting any of the drinks spilled on my car seat, and even more carrying them to the third floor of the building alone.
Pushing open the glass door with my shoulder, Yuri, who had just finished taking her individual shots and was resting in the corner, noticed me and helped with my handful of drinks.
"OHH Y/N!! It's been a while! What're these...Frappes? Are these for us? Y/N, you're jjang! Hey guys, Y/N's here!"
Dodging the staff that were redoing their makeup, Seohyun and Yoona came over excitedly to get the drinks and distribute them to their unnies.
"Y/N, you're really kind. Belated happy birthday! By the way, I'm really sorry if I wasn't able to attend dinner last night..", Seohyun pouted. "It's all right. If you came I'd be obliged to treat you to steak too. Then I will make you pay for yours afterwards.""Ah jinjja!" She slapped my arm teasingly, then I remembered the main reason I came. "Seohyun-ah, do you know where Tiffany is right now? Can you take me to her?"
The kind maknae led me through a sea of staff, busy going about the set, carrying some props and coordinating through their headsets. I noticed the theme of the photoshoot was summer on the beach. The staff had a backdrop of the shore adorned with palm trees, complete with a view of bright blue ocean waters. They also hung white sheets that serve as makeshift curtains on bamboo poles and set up a couple of rattans and a table decorated with tall glasses of colorful, refreshing fruit shakes with tiny umbrellas resting on the rim. It was in that same moment that I also observed what Yuri, Yoona and Seohyun were wearing and simultaneously realized the motif of the girls' clothes: white and flowy blouses and light gowns, something that epitomizes "goddesses of the beach". Even if I was temporarily preoccupied with how gorgeous the girls will complement this bright set, I was careful not to step over all the cords and plugs. Yoona trailed behind us, carrying the other drinks.
Seohyun brought me to the back of the studio, where there were several changing rooms. I took a peek at the few that were open: one on the right had Sunny playing video games and Taeyeon next to her, working on her coloring book. Yoona ducked in and set their drinks on the table. Seeing the frappes, Taeyeon looked up quickly and mouthed "thanks" at me. In the adjacent room were Sooyoung and Hyoyeon, already dressed and getting their hair and makeup done. Yuri handed them their drinks, saying it's from me. I peeked in and yelled as I passed "Yah Choi Sooyoung!! We're even now, okay?" and ran out before I heard a diss, demanding more for her Cupid act last night. The changing room at the back has Yoona, Seohyun and Tiffany. I distributed to the two youngest their drinks and set the last one on the nearest dresser.
Tiffany was sitting and listening to something intently on her phone. I crept up behind her and covered her eyes. She was startled but she did not put up a fight. I removed one earphone, then leaned in closer to her ear and whispered "It's me," and left a quick peck on her cheek before letting go. I can hear sounds of disgust mixed with glee from Yoona and Seohyun. Tiffany removed her other earphone and turned to face me, smiling sweetly from ear to ear. "Jagi~ what brings you here? I thought you'd be resting."
I handed her the last frappe and she took it cheerfully, squealing and even dancing a bit in her chair. As she started sipping and assumed her sitting position from earlier, I stood close to her back again and this time, wrapped my arms around her, resting my chin on the crown of her head.
I took a good, long look at her in the mirror. She was fully dolled up for the shoot. Even when she wore a simple, white jacket with denim shorts and a few gold bangles, and her voluminous, auburn hair ending with luscious curls...I was very certain; she was the most splendid beach goddess out of all the goddesses in here.
"I thought you guys could use a pick-me up. And besides, I really really missed my girlfriend." Tiffany gripped my arm tightly, signalling that she felt the same, and thankful for the drink too. But right then, she stood up abruptly, making me take a few steps back.
"AH!! That's right. There's something I want to give you," her voice trailed away as she walked over to her huge pink bag on the opposite side of the room, digging through its contents for something. Curious about what it was, I looked over to Yoona and Seohyun for a hint, but they silently got up and left, exchanging mischievous smiles.
Tiffany brought out a black velvet box, and handed it to me. "Open it, jagi. It's yours." Raising my eyebrows, I took the box and unveiled a luxurious, rose gold necklace with a peculiar pendant: a small amethyst gemstone, shining the perfect hue of my favorite color purple, encapsulated by a shape that resembles half a heart. It was a very beautiful necklace indeed; I was overwhelmed by all the warm emotions swelling up in me.
"Fany, I absolutely love it! And it's amethyst, you remembered my birthstone! When did you get it?"
Tiffany took the box from me, removed the necklace and made me stand in front of the dresser. "Hold your hair up for a while, jagi." I watched her in the mirror as she dangled the necklace around my neck, and placed the lock. She took a step back to observe my reaction in the mirror. I fixed my hair and admired myself as well, then I continued to play with the pendant.
"I got this a few weeks ago, after the girls convinced me that it was time to fix us. It just reminded me of you, when I saw that shade of purple which I'm sure you love. I planned to give this last night but I stupidly left the box in my drawer at home. At least today I remembered to place it in my bag this time, in case I finished the shoot early and I could go visit you. The pendant is half a heart, because...well, you know where the other half is." She patted her chest. Her eyesmile shone, it was a very happy one, so I widely smiled back. "Happy birthday again, Y/N." This time she hugged me from the back, her arms sliding around my waist. She rested her chin on the space between my neck and shoulder. I placed both my arms on top of hers and held her hands closer to me.
"Jagi, you really made my birthday this year. You're the best. I love you." She giggled and pecked me on the cheek. We stood like that in front of the mirror for a while, completely absorbed in our little bubble of happiness, until someone from the doorway yelled "YAH Y/N IT WILL TAKE MORE THAN ONE FRAPPE TO THANK ME FOR MAKING THIS CHEESY REUNION A SUCCESS", the voice was undeniably Sooyoung's.
Tiffany released me from her back hug and we walked over to Sooyoung as she also entered the room. "Also, Y/N-ah, did you know that Fany also wrote a song about you while you guys weren't okay? She's making me rewrite it to include your name somewhere in the lyrics too---" Tiffany rushed over to her and covered her mouth, pushing her blabbing form out the doorway while I stood there, dumbfounded. Tiffany slammed the door behind Sooyoung.
"Jagi, don't panic. I can explain." She sat down on the sofa and patted the space next to her, inviting me over. I started frowning. What about me did she write? Am I the bad guy? Is she 'Taylor Swift'-ing me right now?
"Jagi" she looked me straight in the eyes, "I'm not 'Taylor Swift'-ing you, okay?" My frown disappeared; how did she read my mind?
"The company gave me the green light to start preparations for my solo album." I suddenly lit up in excitement. "Jagiya, that's great news!! You’ve always hinted at it before but now it's actually happening! Congrats!"
"Well they mostly made me pick from songs that were already written, and I barely got my own songs in. Luckily they agreed to this one, the one I wrote about you." She grabbed her phone and handed me the earphones. "Here, listen to it jagi. I wrote about my feelings during our time apart. I swear, you're not the bad guy." As soon as I settled, she played the demo of her self-written song.
Don't know what to do, baby, 'cause I'm not over you
What do I do, baby? You're still the one
And I can't seem to move on from the thought of being apart
I'm sitting here alone and lost and confused, so what do I do~
I listened intently, absorbing the lyrics while getting lost in the R&B synth pop sound. She really put her thoughts and feelings in the song. It made me feel guilty at first, learning more of her side, but I oddly felt proud that I was the inspiration for the verses. The pop sound of the track definitely matches the lyrics and the song overall is totally her style. This song is definitely Tiffany. When the music stopped, I took the earphones out and she looked at me shyly. "I was about to give you the heads up but, jinjja, that Sooyoung. She's actually rewriting it in Korean, and it's gonna be in the tracklist as well...so is it okay with you that this song will be included in my solo album?"
I chuckled at the prospect. Korea and all the international fans out there will hear this story. But they won't know it's me. Not right away at least.
"Jagi you know I’m supporting you always. Of course it's fine. But when you win at the year-end awards for being the best rookie with the best album because of this song, you'll give me some of the royalties, okay?"
A/N: wow, i promise i’ll be more consistent in updating next time HAHA
#snsd#so nyeo shi dae#shou jou ji dai#sjjd#girls generation#girls'generation#fluff#snsd fluff#girls generation fluff#taeyeon#tiffany#jessica#sooyoung#yuri#seohyun#hyoyeon#yoona#sunny#snsd fic#girls' generation fic#girl's generation fluff
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Luxurious Love, Lust & Lies
Chapter One ~ Perfect Shot
~ Series Masterlist ~
A twisted tale of the young and rich attending an elite private academy for academic scholars, the finest athletes and aristocrats. Follow these upperclassmen on a journey to uncovering the dark secrets their academy has fought tooth and nail to conceal from the public. No one will make it out unscathed, for everyone is at risk of falling for the deceiving facades of those around them.
Multiple K-pop Love Interests x F!Reader
Your lungs burned as you kicked your legs in a desperate attempt to rise to the surface. ‘Just a bit further,’ you thought, pushing your aching muscles to their limit. Your eyes fluttered shut in relief as your head rose above the disturbed body of water. Tiredly reaching out to the tiled floor, you heaved yourself out of the pool, planting yourself on the edge as you caught your breath. Your shoulders slumped in exhaustion as an obnoxiously loud whistle left you wincing, while reluctantly rising to follow the source of the sound.
“Y/n!” A voice called from behind you, followed closely by an arm draping loosely over your shoulder. Looking up to the girl who towered over you, a brief smile flickered across your face. She reflected it with a brighter one of her own, tinted red lips parting to reveal her perfectly straight pearly whites. “You’re getting faster every day, you’ll be winning gold before you know it.” Sooyoung praised you, effectively pulling you from your daze. “We both know I’ll never be as good as you,” you dismissed her claim.
“Alright, enough chit chat!” Your swim coach shouted now that everyone had gathered before her. “As I’m sure you all know, next week we’ll be selecting the participants for the relay race.” Hyoyeon paused, gaze flickering over the group, ensuring that she had everyone’s attention. “The top four individuals with the fastest time for the one-hundred metre races will be selected. You should all be training more than usual given the circumstances, I expect the best from each and every one of you.”
With that, she turned on her heel, dismissing the team with a lazy flick of her finger. The tension among the group left idly standing there was so thick that one could slice it with a knife. It became abundantly clear it was every person for themselves by the darkened gazes of the swimmers. ‘So much for being a team,’ you thought, rolling your eyes as you resisted scoffing. “I’ll leave the pool unlocked tonight for those of you who would prefer to get some practice in after classes.” Bang Chan, you swim team captain said, ushering everyone into the changing rooms.
You followed the girls into the changing rooms, keeping quiet as they chucked about god knows what. Brushing past them, you made a beeline for the showers, the chill of the droplets that lingered on your damp skin leaving you shivering. You breathed a sigh of relief as the steaming hot water cascaded down your body, rinsing the chlorine from your hair. Blocking out the muffled chatter from Sooyoung and Yves, you shut your eyes, momentarily succumbing to the darkness your body longed for.
The faint ringing in your ear alerted you of the start of class, huffing, you begrudgingly turned off the steam of flowing water. You swiftly pat your body down with a white towel, rushing to pull on the fitted uniform. Stumbling out of the changing room as you fiddled with the last few buttons of your shirt. You were so busy fiddling with your tie that you almost failed to notice the discarded duffle bag atop one of the benches. Glancing over your shoulder, you searched for any lingering teammates. The sight of an eerily still pool greeted you, no one in sight.
Upon closer inspection, you instantly recognised the bag, now able to identify its owner. A shining metal in its side pocket catches your eye, shimmering in the luminescent lights. Groaning, you gazed at your watch, ‘I’m gonna be so late,’ you accepted defeat. Giving the area another once over, you decided to make your way to class, leaving the duffle bag in its place. Enjoying the peaceful silence of the academy without any students in sight, you took your time strolling to class.
Arriving in front of the door of your class, you knocked softly on the large oak door. It swung open not a minute later, the eyes of your peers burning holes into the side of your head. “Mr Kim,” you greeted with a nod, arms hanging loosely by your side. “Is there a reason for your tardiness, Miss Kim?” He questioned, raising an unimpressed brow. Peering over his shoulder, you caught sight of your teammate Sooyoung, who’d managed to make it to class perfectly on time despite practice running late.
Sighing, you simply shook your head, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’ll let Headmistress Kim have the pleasure of dealing with you,” he said, handing you a slip of paper before slamming the door in your face. You narrowed your eyes, glaring at the place he once stood. Your eyes skimmed over the scribbled handwritten note on the paper, addressed directly to your Headmistress. ‘Inability to be punctual and breaking the school dress code,’ you scoffed at the words, scowling as you shuffled down the hall.
Upon reaching the Headmistress’s office, you made your way over to her secretary. “Name and note,” she said monotonously, not even sparing you a glance as she continued to tap at the keys of her computer. “Kim Y/n,” you stated, sliding the slip of paper across her desk. “Have a seat, Headmistress Kim will be with you shortly.” Following her instructions, you dropped your bag by your feet, plopping yourself down on one of the several empty chairs. Scanning the room, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the sight where dozens of pretentious awards hung on the walls.
You strained your ears at the sound of muffled shouts, unable to fight off your curiosity. Much to your disappointment, no distinct words could be made out through the school's thick walls. Just as your interest began to fade, the double doors dramatically slammed open, revealing an extremely displeased Jennie Kim. As if sensing your gaze, she snapped her head in your direction, glaring daggers at you. “What are you looking at?” She growled, seething with anger as she stormed off without another word. The Headmistress then peaked her head out, eyes finding you in a matter of seconds.
“Miss Kim, to what do I owe the pleasure?” the Headmistress spoke politely, leading you through the same doors a certain brunette has just charged through. “My apologies for keeping you waiting,” she sent you a smile, closing the doors behind you for some privacy. Pearching herself on the edge of her desk, she motioned for you to sit down. “What’s got her all riled up?” You questioned, refusing her offer to be seated. “I’m afraid I can’t disclose that information,” Taeyeon said sternly, a frown forming on her face.
Glancing at the slip of paper her secretary handed her, the Headmistress looked at you with furrowed brows. “It says your disobedience caused a scene, interrupting Mr Kim Heechul’s class.” She read the note aloud, crumpling it up before carelessly tossing it in a nearby bin. “I’ll let you off with a warning this time, just make sure it doesn’t happen again.” She ordered, leaning over to tug on your tie, adjusting it to sit neatly around your neck. Her actions urged a flurry of repressed memories of the past to swarm your mind.
“Please stay out of trouble, Y/n,” she begged, chocolate eyes swirling with concern. “Whatever you say Headmistress Kim,” you recovered, the light stutter going unnoticed by the older women. “Don’t call me that,” she frowned, hurt reflecting on her features. “What else am I supposed to call you,” you began retreating, ignoring her hopeful stare. “You used to call me Taeyeon unnie,” she reminisced, suddenly blinking back tears that threatened to fall. “That was a long time ago, Headmistress Kim,” you muttered emotionlessly, slipping out of the office wordlessly.
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You lay aimlessly on your back, arms floating by your side. Gazing up at the night sky, you couldn't help but admire the shining stars. The moon illuminated the swimming centre, its dull glow glimmered against each ripple of water. Letting your head fall back, the water began to engulf your body as you sank to the pool floor. It was always peaceful down here, granting your mind a rare moment of peace from the world. The silence gave you an escape, allowing you to let your guard down.
Feeling your throat begin to constrict from the lack of oxygen, you blow out a puff of air, bubbles rapidly rising above you. Kicking yourself off the tiled floor, you follow the bubbles to a source of life, gasping a breath of air upon reaching the surface. Paddling to the edge, you clung onto it for dear life, your heavy breathing echoing throughout the empty swimming centre. Finishing up evening practice, you swam over to the ladder, the cold air of the night sending a chill down your spine.
Far too exhausted to complete your usual routine, you skipped the shower, knowing you’d regret it when you would awake with tangled hair the next morning. For now, your mind was set on diving into nothing but your bed as you tugged a hoodie over your head. Your damp hair tickled your neck, a puff of air passing through your lips as you pushed the glass door open. The breeze left you shivering, stuffing your hands into your pockets in search of warmth. To make matters worse, the dorms were on the opposite side of campus.
Increasing your pace as the temperature began to drop, you followed the dimly lit path across campus. The trees waved in the wind, leaves rustling as they shook on their feeble branches. The sound of hushed whispers and faint giggles drew your attention away from nature, straining your ears to better make out the voices. Stepping off path, you followed the murmurs, coming to a stop near the languages building. Peaking around the corner, you caught a glimpse of two people, before quickly retreating, eyes wide in shock.
Mr Kim Heechul had a young female pressed against the building's wall, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. Fighting the urge to gasp at the scandalous sight, you covered your agape mouth. What caught you off guard wasn’t your teacher partaking in such acts on school grounds, but the person he was with. Although you couldn't make out her face, the familiar plaid skirt paired with the academy's signature blazer was a dead giveaway. Mr Kim was having an affair with a student.
Giving the area a once over, you quickly found that there were in fact no security cameras behind this particular building. Unfortunately, they weren’t smart enough to keep quiet and hadn’t accounted for curious students much like yourself. If you were anyone else, this would’ve been captured on camera and spread through the school like wildfire. ‘Knowledge is power,’ you thought to yourself, a sinister smile spreading across your face. Oh the things you could do with this newfound information, the only problem being that you had no proof.
Inconveniently, you’d opted not to bring your phone with you this morning, leaving you deviceless for the day. ‘Lucky them,’ you thought, they’d be glad to know their little secret was going nowhere. You chuckled at the thought, whistling cheerily as you strolled away from the scene with a pep in your step. A new found interest in Mr Kim sparked within you, he’d always irritated you, but you had a feeling that would soon come to a halt.
“Do you hear that?” Mr Kim’s mistress whispered, pulling away from his embrace with a look of panic reflecting in her eyes. He quickly shook his head, too caught up in the moment, rushing back to press his lips to her once more, addicted to her taste. But she pushed him back, sinking her lips into her bottom lip in concern, glancing around the area. The faint whistled tune in the distance alarming her, eyes widening as she shooed him, forcing him to take a look.
His mistress squeezed her eyes shut in fear, heart beating a mile a minute as she anxiously awaited the results of his inspection. Heechul sauntered back to her, laid back a smile on his lips as he affectionately pecked her cheek. “Nothing to worry about, darling.” He grinned, his mistress breathing out a relieved sigh. “Now, where were we?” He questioned, connecting their lips once more, but she just couldn't seem to shake off the lingering feeling of unease.
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The buzz of your blaring alarm jolted you from your deep slumber, heart racing in your chest. Huffing, you snoozed it, rolling onto your side and tugging the covers over your head. “Come on. You’re going to be late again,” all warmth was suddenly ripped away rather harshly, your blankets lay strewn on the floor. “That’s not fair!” You whined, rubbing the sleep from your eye before turning to glare at your roommate. “Don’t give me that look, I’m only saving you from another scolding from the Headmistress.” She held her hands up in defence, going back to making her own bed.
“Why do they have to make class so early at private academies?” You groaned, reluctantly rising from your comfortable mattress. “You better get ready, or I’ll leave without you again,” Sooyoung threatened, tossing a clean uniform at you. Catching it with your face, you scowled at the tall girl before scurrying off to the bathroom. Quick to finish your morning routine, you stepped out of the bathroom, checking your watch with a triumphant smile. “I think this is the earliest I’ve ever been!” You cheered, a chuckle escaping Sooyoung’s lips as your antics.
“No time for chit chat, you know how Professor Jung is about punctuality.” She stepped out the door swiftly, leaving you to stumble behind her like a lost puppy, scrambling to lock the door and keep up with her. “How are you so fast?” You complained, jogging to catch up to her. “It’s the long legs,” she grinned, smoothly wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Shall I start referring to you as a giraffe?” You joked, yelping as she pinched your shoulder. “Call me babe instead,” Sooyoung leaned down to whisper in your ear, her breath leaving goosebumps on your skin.
“You’re such a flirt!” You groaned, pushing her away, hoping that the heat rising to your cheeks wasn’t visible to her. The pleased look paired with the smirk that rested on her lips, told you she knew the effect of her words. Laughing at your miserable attempt to act unfazed, she linked her arm with yours pulling you along to Professor Jung’s class. She managed to get you there a full ten minutes early, excusing herself to greet some of her friends. You lingered in the hallway outside the class, two figures in the distance catching your attention.
Mr Kim was alone with a student, it only brought you right back to the night before, you squinted your eyes to see if she shared any similarities to his mysterious mistress. Upon closer inspection, you realised just who it was, Yoo Jimin. Although she shared similarities to his mistress, her hair was considerably longer, shinier even. Besides, she looked uncomfortable just speaking with Mr Kim, you noted. “Jimin!” You called her name without a second thought, seeing a look of relief wash over her face. Smiling, she waved you over, ignoring the look of irritation on Mr Kim’s face.
“Come on, class is about to start!” You reminded, pulling her away from Mr Kim without another word. ‘He sure does have a type,’ you thought, shaking your head in disbelief. Jimin uttered a small ‘thank you’ before entering the class, ashamed to be saved from such a situation. You merely sent her an assuring smile, waiting for her to leave before glancing over your shoulder. Your eyes met Mr Kim’s from across the hall, his eyes narrowed as he openly glared at you, a look of disgust plastered on your face. Rolling your eyes, you turned on your heel, entering the classroom just mere moments before Professor Jung arrived.
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The day breezed by in the blink of an eye, before you knew it you were taking the familiar path back to your dorm room after yet another late night swim practice. The faint hum of music from your headphones was briefly interrupted by a buzz of your phone, alerting you of an upcoming schedule. Slowing to a stop, you took a seat on a stray bench below a cherry blossom tree, your favourite. Withdrawing your phone from where it resided in your jersey pocket, you glanced at the screen lit up with notifications.
Huffing, you silenced your phone, ignoring the rapidly flowing messages regarding grades, test dates and more. Instead you focused on the untouched natural beauty of the academy, your seat giving you a perfect view of the campus gardens. A smile graced your lips at the sight, it was so captivating, allowing you to forget about your troubles for a fleeting moment of peace. You could’ve sworn it was hypnotising, finding yourself unable to look away. Adding to the picture perfect scene before you, the stars twinkled brightly in the cloudless sky, moon lighting up the gardens with its dim glow.
A sudden blinding flash of light pulled your attention from outer worldly sight, blinking in confusion as you turned your head in search of its source. Kim Yerim stood awkwardly, camera in hand and blushing profusely. Tilting your head, you raised an inquisitive brow, watching with an amused grin as she realised what she’d done. “I’m sorry, it’s just.. You’re really pretty and the cherry blossom petals are falling around you..” She rambled, your body shaking with a mirthful chuckle.
Yerim’s cheeks reddened further at your melodious laughter, ducking her head in embarrassment, eyes glued to the stone path, insistent on avoiding your gaze. Calming down from your fit of giggles, you rose to your feet, taking a step closer to the abashed photographer. “What brings you here at this hour?” You changed the topic, feeling remorseful. Taking a moment to compose herself, the flustered girl before you finally looked up to meet your gaze, a pink tint lingering on her cheeks.
“It’s the best time to take photos since there’s usually no one about this late,” she answered, anxiously fiddling with the straps of her camera. “My apologies for interrupting,” you teased, Yerim immediately shaking her head. “No! You didn’t interrupt at all, if anything I should be glad I saw you, this is by far one of my best shots this week.” She began to ramble once more, only pausing once she noticed the smirk that tugged at the corner of your lips. She sent you a sheepish grin, running a hand through her hair at the thought of embarrassing herself further.
“So you’re always out here taking photos this late?” You questioned, looking at the photographer with curiosity dancing in your eyes. “Yup, same time every night,” she nodded enthusiastically, passionate about pursuing photography. “So, do I get to see this ‘best shot of the week’?” You questioned, leaning tauntingly closer to her. “I have to develop the photos in the photography club's darkroom, which isn’t unlocked this late. If you don't mind waiting, you’re welcome to stop by anytime..” Yerim offered, a shy smile adorning her features.
“That sounds good, I’ll stop by after class. Are you heading back to the dorms now?” You asked, lifting your finger to point to the nearby building. Nodding in affirmation, Yerim gave you a questioning look as you began walking off. “Are you coming?” You inquired, looking over your shoulder to witness her scrambling to catch up with you. Slowing your pace, you waited for her to fall into step with you, stuffing your hands into your pockets. Entering the building side by side, you took the elevator, discovering that you shared the same floor.
“Well, this is me,” Yerim mumbled rather begrudgingly, stopping before one of the numerous identical doors. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Yerim.” You said, amused by the way her face lit up at the mention of it. “Goodnight, Y/n,” she waved at you, a giddy smile stuck on her lips. “Goodnight,” you replied, beginning to walk towards your own room. “Yerim!” You called suddenly, catching her just before she closed the door. “One more thing..” You started as she gazed at you, curiously awaiting your continuation.
“You’re also really pretty.”
~ Series Masterlist | Next ~
Important: Joy will be referred to as Sooyoung, while Yves will be referred to by
her stage name Yves, as they both share the same real name and it will be easier to tell the two apart this way. There is also another reason behind this, which will be revealed later in the story.
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Hey! Can you write a girls generation reaction to their SO having abs and them wanting to touch them?
I hope you like it!
SNSD x GN!Reader
Genre: Fluff, Suggestive
Warnings: Suggestive, Implied Nudity, Jealousy, Possessiveness
Word Count: 2.57k
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Taeyeon
Taeyeon’s eyes fluttered, squinting at the harsh beam of light shining through the gap in the curtain. Groaning, she rolled over, turning her back to the glaring sun, her gaze landing on your splayed out figure. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she brought her hand up to caress your cheek, you leaned into her touch unconsciously.
Letting her hands wander down your sides, her gaze briefly flickered to the exposed skin of your stomach where your shirt had risen up. A light smirk graced her lips at the sight of your toned abs, trailed her fingertips along them. As you began to stir, Taeyeon pressed a series of kisses to your lips, effectively pulling you from your slumber.
“Morning,” you mumbled sleepily, voice raspy. “Have you been working out?” She asked, eyes glued to your stomach. Looking down to where her hands traced nonsensical patterns on your skin, you raised a brow. “You like?” You asked teasingly, with a smug expression on your face. “Mhm,” Taeyeon hummed, leaning in to kiss you once more, only this time it was more passionate.
Her hands didn’t stray from your abs, fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake. Deepening the kiss, Taeyeon bit down on your lip, earning a groan from you. Her tongue darted out, swiping across your swollen lips. Impatiently, she pushed her tongue past your lips, hands squeezing your hips.
Pulling back, she smirked in satisfaction when you opened your eyes, pupils dilated and cheeks flushed. Lifting herself up from the bed, Taeyeon got to her feet, leaving you hanging. She swayed her hips tauntingly as she walked to the bathroom, looking over her shoulder to see you pouting. “You’re such a tease,” you whined as she closed the door behind her.
Sunny
Soonkyu let her gaze wander from the tv, landing on your figure. She watched you for a while, hint of a smile on her lips, you were too stuck in your own world to notice. Her eyes shone with adoration, picking herself up from the couch, shuffling towards the kitchen. She leaned against the counter, waiting for you to become aware of her presence.
Humming any tune that popped into your head, you carefully manoeuvred yourself around the kitchen. Furrowing your brows in though, you looked at your dish, wondering what it was that was missing. “Ah huh!” You clapped your hands, reaching up to the cupboard for your final ingredient.
Soonkyu followed your movement with her eyes, barely able to hold back a chuckle of amusement at your behaviour. As you stood on your tippy toes, arms held high above your head in hopes of reaching the ingredient, your girlfriend's gaze dropped to where your shirt had rode up. Her eyes widening in surprise for a moment before she composed herself, quietly walking up behind you.
You jumped in shock when you felt a body press up against your own, Soonkyu’s hand reaching up to grab your missing ingredient. She set it down on the counter in front of you, her strong arms wrapping firmly around your torso. She rested her chin on your shoulder, only slightly taller than you. Her hands caressing your toned stomach, pressing a sweet kiss to your neck.
“Soonkyu I can’t finish our dinner if I’m trapped in your arms,” you said. Although, your actions betrayed your words, as you leaned back into her touch, sighing contentedly. She hummed in response, smiling when you occasionally giggled at the feeling of her fingertips tickling your stomach.
Tiffany
When Miyoung woke up a frown was etched on her face as soon as she noticed your absence. Rather than waking up with you in her arms, she was forced to wait patiently for you to finish showering. She busied herself with social media, aimlessly scrolling past dozens of things she deemed uninteresting. She lifted her gaze from her phone at the sound of the bathroom door opening, smiling once you came into view.
“Oh, you’re awake,” you acknowledged her, heading over to your closet. Humming, Miyoung dropped her phone, giving you her full focus. “What time did you get up?” She inquired, eyes locked on your figure, anticipating the moment you’d come back to bed. “An hour ago,” you answered, finally having decided on a comfortable outfit to wear.
Letting your robe drop to the floor, the instant you did a loud squeal sounded from behind you. Turning around to face your girlfriend with an amused smirk you raised an eyebrow at her. “Yah, since when do you have abs?!” Miyoung shouted, looking at you with wide eyes. Her bold words made blood rush to your cheeks, shyly rushing to put your clothes on. Once you were dressed your girlfriend held her arms out to you expectantly.
“Jagiya!” She whined, making grabby motions with her hands, only further embarrassing you. You hesitantly made your way to the bed, instantly being pulled down next to Miyoung the moment you were in reach. Wrapping her arms around your waist, hands finding their way under your shirt, she let her fingers glide across your torso.
Her strange actions made you hide your head in the crook of her neck, but you didn’t stop her. Miyoung smiled widely at your cuteness, her eyes crinkling as she did, hands still lingering on your stomach. “I like them,” she said decidedly, poking at your abs. You squirmed in her hold, melodious laughter falling from her lips as she began to tickle you mercilessly.
Hyoyeon
The two of you dance perfectly in sync with one another, the chemistry between you was undeniable. Not missing a beat, you and Hyoyeon performed the choreography full out, it was only when the music came to a stop that the two of you collapsed on the floor. Huffing and panting, you lay there for a while, waiting until you caught your breath to rise from the ground.
Hyoyeon watched you in the reflection of the large mirrors as you willed yourself to stand. Pulling your hoodie over your head, you were left in a crop top, the heat becoming too much to bear. Your complaints about the temperature fell deaf in her ears as she stared at you, hypnotised by your figure.
Blinking rapidly, Hyoyeon pulled herself from her daze, thanking you as you handed her a cold bottle of water. She found her gaze wandering back to your exposed abs not even a minute later, tongue darting out to wet her lips at the light. “You're not even listening to me!” Your whine echoed around the practice room.
“Sorry baby, what were you saying?” She asked, scooting closer to you, hands smoothly coming to wrap around your waist. “Why are you so distracted?” You asked curiously, leaning into her touch happily. Humming, Hyoyeon looked at you in faux confusion, eyebrows threaded together.“You’ve been zoning out a lot lately, are you getting sick?” You asked worriedly, frown etched on your features. “I’m fine,” Hyoyeon assured you, absentmindedly running her hands across your torso.
Narrowing your eyes at her in suspicion, you were still completely unaware of the reasoning behind her unusual behaviour. To her luck, Hyoyeon acting oddly made you cut practice short for the day, dragging her back to your home. A smirk eased its way onto her face as she imagined all the possibilities of what she would do once you were in the confines of your shared home.
Yuri
Yuri busied herself with finding an assortment of snacks for movie night while waiting for the popcorn. Carrying everything over to the couch, she giggled at the sight of you splayed out, remote in hand as you searched for something decent to watch. Hearing the familiar angry beep of the microwave, she scurried off to get the fresh popcorn.
Rushing back into the lounge, Yuri set the food down on the coffee table, looking at the TV curiously. “Did you choose something?” She asked you, turning her full attention to you. You only hummed in response, opening your arms wide, impatiently waiting for your much needed cuddles after a long day at work.
Smiling brightly, Yuri edged closer to you, only to halt in her step last minute. Her gaze dropped to your exposed midriff, something she’d failed to notice earlier in her focused state. “What’s wrong?” You asked, whining, desperate to have your girlfriend in your arms. “Nothing,” she quickly composed herself, letting her body practically fall on top of yours.
Humming contentedly, you forgot all thoughts the moment Yuri embraced you, not paying mind to the fingertips that skimmed over your toned stomach. Pressing play on the movie, you wrapped your arms around your girlfriend, finally getting a chance to relax with the one you loved. Taking one final glance at her, you felt the corners of your lips tug upwards before you returned your attention to the film.
Yuri found herself barely being able to focus on the movie you’d chosen, mind wandering elsewhere. “I missed this,” she heard you mumble over the movie, your muscles relaxing as she massaged your sides diligently. “I missed you,” she responded, both of you having not seen each other much lately due to your busy schedules. Looking up to your face, she smiled at the sight of your eyes fluttering shut, fighting off your exhaustion. “Sleep, love,” your girlfriend whispered to you, drawing nonsensical patterns on your hips to ease you into a slumber.
Sooyoung
The two of you ran side by side, chests heaving as you pushed yourselves for the final stretch. Picking up the pace slightly, you forced yourself to pull ahead of Sooyoung. But she wasn’t having any of that, increasing her pace to match your own, racing you all the way home. By the time you were rounding the corner, both of you had broken into a full on sprint.
Practically crashing into the door of your home, you both turned to each other immediately. “I won!” You breathlessly shouted in unison, panting heavily. “H-How could you have won?! I mean- Look at the size of your legs,” Sooyoung managed to get out, using her height as an advantage. “So what? Short people are speedy!” You huffed, glaring up at her.
Unable to hold it together any longer, the two of you broke out in a fit of laughter, still not having caught your breaths. After managing to compose yourselves, you entered your home, stretching your muscles. One particular stretch had you lifting your arms above your head, shirt riding up as you did. Sooyoung felt her breath hitch as she caught sight of your toned abs, shining with sweat.
“Come on, let’s shower,” Sooyoung spoke calmly, eyes still glued to your stomach. Humming in response you followed after your girlfriend mindlessly, stopping off your clothes as you hopped in the shower. Closing the door behind you, she admired you from behind for a moment, letting her gaze wander as the water ran down your body. Taking a step forward, she snaked her arms around you possessively, letting her chin rest on your shoulder.
Inhaling the scent of your shampoo, Sooyoung pressed several lingering kisses trailing from your shoulder to your neck. You tilted your head back, giving her full access to your neck, gentle kisses turning to light nips. Her fingers skimming across the skin of your stomach, not even attempting to hide her intentions. Your girlfriend smirked at every reaction she got out of you, a smug expression plastered on her face for the rest of the evening.
Yoona
Yoona tapped her foot on the wooden floor impatiently, waiting for you to finish getting ready. “Babeee, are you almost done?” She called out from the living room couch, looking towards the closed bedroom door in wonder. Her brows furrowed when she received no verbal response from you, biting her lip in contemplation, unsure of whether she should check on you or leave you be.
“Screw it,” she said to no one in particular, jumping up off the comfortable sofa. Yoona marched towards your shared room with a purpose, carelessly opening the door without knocking. “Y/n?” She called out in confusion upon not seeing you in the room, tilting her head cutely. “In here!” You shouted back, voice coming from your walk in closet.
“What’s taking so long?” Yoona whined, peeking her head in, eyes widening when she laid her eyes on you. You stood in the closet in only pants and a bra, clearly looking for a shirt to wear. “Sorry, I just can’t find the-” you were cut off when your girlfriend came bounding towards you, crashing into your side.
“Hey,” she smiled innocently at you, patting your stomach while giggling to herself. “Help me find my shirt?” You asked Yoona, raising your brow. “You’re fine how you are,” your girlfriend responded simply, poking at your exposed abs. “Yah,” you lightly hit her arm, shaking your head at her. When you laughed, your stomach tensed beneath her fingers, a faint smile gracing her lips at the feeling.
“You weren’t joking were you?” You asked in disbelief, amused by the way she was acting. She shook her head as if it was obvious, hands glued to your torso, enamoured by your abs. “We can’t go on our date if I’m dressed like this,” you attempted to reason with your girlfriend. Key word; attempted. “Why not?” Yoona asked, pouting, giving you her best puppy eyes.
Seohyun
Joohyun’s gaze lingered on you the entire night, always seemingly able to find your face in a crowd of a hundred people. The two of you were attending a friends party together, but it wasn’t long before you lost each other, being pulled off by different people you knew. Right now, she was exchanging pleasantries with an acquaintance, although she wasn’t really paying that much attention to whatever it was they were saying.
Instead, she looked over their shoulder, eyes locked on you from across the room. You were engaging in a friendly conversation with someone unfamiliar to Joohyun. That fact alone was enough to put a scowl on her face, eyes narrowed at the stranger that was getting a little too comfortable with you. She didn’t even know this person, and yet she already knew she didn’t like them at all.
She watched as they got closer and closer to you throughout the conversation, making her uneasy. As you raised your hand to usher over a worker with a tray of champagne, your blouse rose up, Joohyun’s eyes catching sight of your toned abs. Much to her disliking the stranger also seemed to have noticed this, their tongue darting out to lick their lips at the sight.
Turning back to the person in front of her, Joohyun sent them a faux smile, excusing herself. She manoeuvred her way through the crowd of people, reaching you in record breaking time. “Hey baby,” she said a little louder than usual, wanting to make sure she was heard. Her arms snaked around your waist possessively, looking at the stranger with raised eyebrows, as if taunting them.
“I’ll leave you to it,” they mumbled, taking the hint. You didn’t seem to care, turning your full attention to your girlfriend. Her fingertips grazed your exposed skin, smirking to herself in victory. “Wanna get outta here?” She asked, nodding her head towards the exit. “Sounds good to me,” you smiled, leaning back into her touch.
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