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hiii can i request a yeji fluff where you pull the "dodging my girlfriend's kisses prank" on her? thank you in advance!
hello! this ask was so cute I couldn’t not do it. enjoy!
yeji x fem!reader
You have always wanted to pull a prank on your girlfriend, but never found a right time or prank to do so. So when you see a prank trending where people dodge their partner’s kisses, you know you have to try it.
It’s harmless and easy, and you’re curious to know how Yeji would react to rejection from you, even if it was only in jest.
You decide to act on Yeji’s day off.
You wake up before her, leaving the bed to make breakfast. You know she hates it when you leave her alone in bed, and it’s a subtle way to start off the prank.
Not subtle enough, evidently, because less than ten minutes later, Yeji’s shuffling out of your shared room and into the kitchen, where you’re cooking at the stove.
You feel her arms wrap around your waist and she drops a kiss to your shoulder.
“Why are you up so early?” She mumbles, sleep heavy in her voice. “You know I hate waking up alone…”
“Sorry, baby,” you lean back into her embrace. “I made breakfast.”
You plate your breakfast of eggs and bring it over to the table, and Yeji goes in for a kiss.
You swiftly dodge it by turning your head to the side, making her land her kiss on your cheek instead of your lips.
She frowns a little, but doesn’t mention anything as she takes a seat across from you.
After you finish breakfast, Yeji goes to take a shower, and you lay down on the couch, scrolling on your phone.
A few minutes later, Yeji comes out, hair damp from her shower, and she crawls into your arms. She attempts to kiss you, but you manage to shift away just in time.
She lifts herself up, hovering over you, brow furrowed. You glance up at her from your phone for a moment before ignoring her completely.
She tries to kiss you again, and you turn your head away. This time, it’s obvious that you’re avoiding her kisses, and her frown deepens.
She grabs your face in her hands and leans in, but you wrestle out of her grip.
“Baby,” she whines, shoving your shoulder. “What are you doing?”
“What do you mean?” You feign innocence.
“You’re dodging my kisses!”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You deflect, your tone flat, but you’re biting back a smile at the adorable pout on your girlfriend’s lips.
She leans in, and once again you swerve.
Yeji gets off of you, sitting back and away from you on the opposite end of the couch. She looks hurt, and you start to regret this prank.
“Are you mad at me?” She whispers, eyes wide. “Did I do something to upset you?”
Your heart shatters, and you immediately sit up to scoop your girlfriend in your arms.
“Of course not, baby, I’m sorry.” You run a soothing hand up and down her back. “It was just a stupid prank I saw online, I’m not mad at you.”
She pushes you away, glaring at you.
“A prank?” Oh, she’s pissed. “Is this funny to you?”
“No, honey,” you try to backtrack. Your girlfriend, though adorable 99% of the time, can be intimidating when she wants to. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you would be hurt by it. I thought it was harmless.”
She loosens up a little, but she’s still a bit upset at you. You tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear and cup her cheek, stroking it with your thumb.
“I’m sorry, my love. Forgive me?”
She deflates at the pet name and nods, relaxing into your touch. You lean in to kiss her, and she dodges.
“I guess I deserved that,” you say, laughing.
“Mhm, how’d you like a taste of your own medicine?” Yeji quips, raising an eyebrow.
Instead of replying, you pull her by the back of her neck into a deep, slow kiss. When you pull away, breathless, you grin and cock your head.
“Do you forgive me now?”
Yeji’s cheeks are a little red, and she has a big smile on her face.
“Hmm, I don’t know,” she pretends to think. “I think you should kiss me again, just to be sure.”
You do end up kissing her again, and you give Yeji all the kisses she wants (and deserves!) throughout the day.
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Dried Things & Humanity
말린 것들과 인류
Word count: 13k+
SMUTLESS FIC
"The world, after all, was still a place of bottomless horror. It was by no means a place of childlike simplicity where everything could be settled by a simple then-and-there decision" ~Osamu Dazai
Dried flowers.
They sat by your bedside, a constant reminder of how far you would go for love—A love that would never be anything more than a short-lived euphoria. They’d died some time ago, wilting rather quickly under a lack of care, but you kept them. The text that came when spring first rolled around saying hey let’s break up was not expected, neither was the part where she blocked you, nor was the part where you almost jumped off a bridge. Yet it all happened, a confusing, muddled, mish mash of events that went down over the span of a week. If it weren’t for your friends, you would be at the bottom of the river by now, joining your grandfather and maybe your family dog up in the clouds, or wherever it was that spirits wandered to. At the moment, getting out of this life didn’t seem like too bad of an idea.
You stupid child! Your mother had chided when she found out about what you almost did. What do you think you would’ve achieved with that? What good will it do?
Then she hugged you, held you tight and sobbed as she thanked god for letting you live another day. Frankly, you didn’t know what was the appropriate response for your mother. You opted to hug her back, tearfully whispering your endless apologies to her. Even though you promised to never make another attempt on your life, the fear of losing her only boy still lingered in your mother’s mind. Your mother and father were always in the office. So, in fear that living alone would drive you to the worst possible option, she sent you to live with your uncle who ran a secondhand bookshop in a small town not too far from the city. She filled him in with what happened and pleaded for him to help you “recover”.
“Don’t worry little sis,” he assured your mother. He threw an arm around you, “I’ll take care of him like he’s my own son. We’ll get along, won’t we?”
Park Sang-hoon—the people living in the area called him “the librarian”—was your mother’s older brother. You hadn’t seen him since you graduated from middle school, and he’d certainly aged from the last time you saw him. The hair that was once jet black and slicked back was turning white and receding. The same friendly complexion remained however, the amiable smile that you remembered greeting you when he opened the door to his house. It was a stone's throw away from the bookstore.
The house and the business had been imparted upon him by your grandparents. It was relatively small, but there was enough room for the two of you to live with your own privacy (though that didn't really matter since he’d just come barging into the room you stayed in anyway.)
The door to your room flung open. “Hey kid! Rise and shine!”
You grumbled something incoherent and pulled the blanket over your head.
“Up! Up! It’s time to get up!” your uncle bellowed in a sing-song tone, “there are so many things to see and do! Get up you lazy child!”
Your blanket was yanked off your entire body.
“Is this really necessary?” you snapped. Your uncle grinned.
“No. But it’s fun,” he beamed. You rolled your eyes and rolled onto your left side, you back facing him,
“Leave me alone…” you muttered, “let me sleep…”
“I’ve been letting you do that for the past week,” your uncle huffed, “now your mother is calling me, demanding to know if you’d even emerged from this room. She said some mean things to me, you know?”
You sighed and turned onto your back. “I’ll go out tomorrow…”
Your uncle sighed. “Let me tell you something…”
Let me tell you something was the signal for you to tune out. “Let me tell you something”, “Let me tell you this”—your uncle always said these before he launched into a long rambling story that really added no value to what he was trying to say. It was either that or he’d leave you with a cryptic message to decipher yourself. You never understood why he did that, it was probably just an old people thing.
By the time he was done with his little storytime, you were still in bed. With another heavy sigh, your uncle said, “fine… If you’re not gonna go anywhere today, at least come and help me with the store.”
Your mind told you to stay in bed, but your body told you that you needed to get outside. You decided to listen to the latter party for once.
The bookshop was old, one of those shophouses down a stretch of road that townsfolk usually walked past on the daily. Needless to say, the store wasn’t the most appealing from the outside. The inside however—That was something else.
You remembered visiting the bookstore with your mother once or twice. A stack of books nearly fell on you that time, and your uncle was berated rather viciously. He’d definitely made some improvements in the time you were away. The store was warm, cosy and relatively organised. The shelves were evidently a little worn from the years, but they still looked and felt sturdy to the touch. It was a welcoming environment, the interior bearing a striking resemblance to a bookstore of the early 90s.
“I’ve kept up with the times!” your uncle boasted proudly, “nowadays everyone and their mothers are all into this retro aesthetic, so I made sure to keep as much of the hip and cool retro feel.”
Your uncle definitely did his research. You couldn’t help but look upon the shelves filled with books with awe. “This is…”
“Pretty lit, am I right?” your uncle grinned. You cringed.
Your uncle frowned. “What? Did I not use the phrase correctly?”
“N-No it’s just… Ah whatever,” you muttered.
“Damn… I swear I had the meaning for that one down,” your uncle muttered, “the slang of the youth… Such an odd thing.”
After giving you a little more time to admire the place, your uncle tossed you an apron and instructed you to put it on.
“I’m alright with letting you stay with me for free,” your uncle told you as he helped you tie the strings of the apron behind your back, “but I won’t let you wallow in this post-breakup sadness all day.”
He spun you around, his hands gripping your shoulders tightly. “You just graduated from highschool, no?”
You nodded.
“Perfect, you’ll need some job experience then,” he grinned, “from now on. You’ll work for me till your stay here is over!”
And so it began. From that day onwards, you started filling shelves, dusting books, pasting on price tags and flipping through pages of books that had been sold to the store to assess the state of the book. It was far from enjoyable in the beginning. It felt akin to the life of Andy Dufrane in Shawshank redemption, the same old routine repeated day after day in what felt like an endless cycle. You were up early in the morning to open the shop with your uncle, the brown apron on your person by 7am in the morning and the door to the shop open by 9am after you were with the opening up preparations. You had to flip the plastic sign hanging on the door from “open” to “closed” every morning, and from “open” back to “closed” in the late evenings. Lunch was usually around 12pm, where your uncle would go out to one of the nearby restaurants to get lunch for the two of you. You’d sit opposite each other in the small break room that sat behind the counter, munching on whatever he bought.
Handling customers was also another gruelling task. You admittedly didn’t have a voracious appetite for books, many authors sounding foreign to you. A good majority of the books that the store had on hand were classics from esteemed authors, varying in language, length and appeal. When customers asked you what you’d recommend, you could only shrug, earning yourself a nasty gare before they walked off. When they asked about the disparity between the prices of the same book, you could only stare blankly before calling to your uncle.The store had duplicates of some books, the only thing separating the copies being the cover art or the type of book cover.
“Let me tell you something,” your uncle had told you one fine day, “hardcover books are much more valuable than the usual soft cover books. You want to know why?”
That last part wasn’t a question, rather more of a filler. Apparently, a hardcover was typically more durable, allowing it to better protect the pages within. This meant that the book would stay in better condition for longer. Ultimately, the process and materials needed for hardcover book printing were more expensive, hence this cost is passed on to readers.
“Capitalism,” you muttered, placing the hardcover version of Greek Lessons by Han Kang on the shelf.
As for the cover art—Some covers were objectively more appealing than the other, making the book more valuable. This was the case for Osamu Dazai’s No Longer Human. The two covers looked about the same to you.
On some days, you wondered how such an old secondhand bookstore could’ve lasted for so long. There were days where you only sold two books for little Won each, and those were typically on weekdays where some of the townsfolk—usually on the more elderly side—would come through the doors and browse through the books. But on the weekends, you were reminded just how hectic this place could get. The youth from the city loved to flood the shop over the weekends, making the commute from the heart of the country to this small shop in a small town to browse through the seemingly endless selection of books.The line to the counter often snaked out the door and onto the street on those days, and your fingers would be aching by the end of the day—A byproduct of gripping those handles of those paper bags while struggling to get them open.
After a week or two, you got used to the whole routine. It didn’t help to remove the monotony of your tasks however, and you often found yourself wondering how your uncle could run this place on his own for so long. With the memories of your ex still tormenting your mind, you found it hard to focus on your tasks at times. Sometimes, you just didn’t want to get up in the mornings. The dried flowers by your bedside were a constant reminder of the pain. You’d bought them for her on the day that text came, now you couldn’t let go of them.
One evening, your uncle decided to close up the shop a little earlier. It’d been a slow Wednesday, so there was no harm in resting up a little earlier than usual.
“Come with me,” he told you after he’d locked the shutter in place, “I want to take you somewhere.”
You walked up the stretch with him, walking past the rows of shophouses that lined the street. You saw bookstores that looked similar to your uncle’s a couple of times, prompting you to wonder just how many people sold secondhand books on this stretch.
He took you to a small bridge at the end of the road. It was one of those old, traditional Korean bridges with the stone tiling that arched over the water. He took you up to its apex and made you look out into the water.
“What do you see?” he asked you.
“Is this one of those stupid lectures again?” you muttered.
“Just answer me.”
You sighed. “I see the water and some trees.”
“Good. What else?” he urged.
“There’s nothing else,” you told him.
“Wrong. Look again.”
You rolled your eyes and set your sights a little further. “I see Cogongrass.”
“What else?”
You were certain that this was one of his stupid little talks again. “Just tell me what you want to say, uncle!”
“Always so impatient…” he chuckled.
Gently, he grabbed your chin and tipped it up. With his other hand, he pointed out into the distance—Past the trees, water, the cogon grass and the roofs of the shophouses. There, you saw the mountains and the roads that stretched for kilometres, the faint shape of those big blue signs that pointed you in the directions to different places.
“You limit yourself to what you see in this area,” he explained, “but you fail to see past this river and this small town.”
He turned you back to face him. You were a little taller than him, so he had to look up at you. He placed both his hands on your shoulders, holding them firmly.
“You must learn to set your sights further, dear nephew,” he told you, “learn to see past the trees and the water in your mind. Then and only then, will you be able to live once more.”
The cryptic message left you admittedly puzzled on the way home. It took you some thinking to read between the lines and understand what your uncle had told you—You had to look past the memories of your ex in order to move on with your life.
“Excellent,” your uncle had praised when you knocked on his door to ask if your interpretation of his message was correct, “I hope that you can remember this. I hate to see you moping around my store. It scares my customers away too!”
Your first step in looking past the memories was to toss out the dried flowers from your bedside. Even though it was painful, you did it. You knew you needed to.
In its place by your bedside, you bought an alarm clock—one of those old ones that still used the hammers to knock the two small bells—And a framed photograph of the town. You bought both of them from one of the nice old ladies who ran a souvenir shop just down the road.
It was the start of a new beginning. It felt like you were human once more.
***
Dried Persimmon.
That was what you were munching on when you were handed your first paycheck from your uncle.
“W-Why are you paying me?” you stammered, “I-I thought this was just something to occupy my time!”
“I may be cheap, but I won’t exploit my own nephew!” your uncle laughed, “now quit sneaking snacks on your shift and get back to work!”
You knew that your uncle was generous, but you never expected him to be this generous. With a smile, you wiped the bits of the dried fruit from the corners of your lips before pocketing the envelope.
“Thanks,” you beamed. You raised the small jar of dried persimmons and asked, “want one?”
“Tsk. I’m a professional, I don’t eat on my shift,” he sneered.
“You sure?” you confirmed, “this is a fresh batch from Miss Cho’s…”
“From Miss Cho’s?” he gasped, “gimme some of that!”
You had become well acquainted with the townsfolk, especially with the ones that ran the stores on the same stretch as the bookstore. Sometimes, the sweet old ladies from down the road would come in to deliver some gifts to you and your uncle. Everyone seemed to be friends in this town. Miss Cho was one of the many townsfolk that specialised in dried goods. A sweet lady really, a little older than your mother but not as old as your uncle. Persimmons were seasonal fruits, so they were naturally high in demand in late spring.
You let your uncle take one piece of the dried fruit before closing the lid and setting it atop the table in the break room. Your uncle stepped aside to let you exit, and you went to continue your shift.
Surprisingly, it didn’t take too long to move on from your ex. Yes, you did share some fond memories with her, but you found these “core memories” made with her easy to forget. She no longer appeared in your dreams, neither did you think about her when you were going about your tasks. She’d become a distant pain, a pain that you never intend to revisit.
Once, she did happen to come by the bookstore on a weekend. She walked into the crowded store, hand in hand with a brand new boyfriend while you were calculating somebody’s purchase. You caught yourself staring at her as she browsed through the books, her boyfriend lingering close by as he read over her shoulder. It was then that your uncle firmly grabbed you by the shoulder. He’d seen pictures of her. He could recognise her on sight
“Look past the trees and the water,” he reminded you, before going back to checking out books. You tore away your gaze from them and continued with your work.
When she came out to the counter to pay, the look of shock on her face almost made you want to double over in laughter. Swiftly and wordlessly, you took her books and packaged them neatly in a bag.
“That will be forty-thousand Won ma’am,” you had smiled respectfully. She was still staring at you, her mouth open in the shape of an “o”. Her boyfriend had to pay and take the goods from you before directing her out of the store.
When they left, your uncle gave you a gentle pat on your hand. Well done was what he was trying to say.
True to your uncle’s lesson, once you had gotten over her, you felt like you were alive. You found that you quickly took a liking to this new lifestyle, immersing yourself in the wide array of books that were at your disposal and even taking home a few to read. It felt like a fresh new chapter had begun in your life, and you were more than ready to welcome its start. The monotony was now welcomed in this slower-paced segment of your life.
“By the way,” your uncle called to you as you set down a box of books. He’d just bought them off a guy moving overseas. “I have a feeling that business will start to pick up soon!’
“Why’s that?” you asked.
“You’ll see…” he smiled. He popped another dried persimmon into his mouth. “Damn! This batch is bussin!”
You cringed. You could get used to life in this small town, but you knew that you’d never get used to your uncle throwing out the slang of your generation. You wondered if he had Tik Tok on his phone or if he’d seen one too many Instagram reels.
With your box cutter, you cut open the tape that sealed the cardboard box, the one that housed the goods. You opened the box.
“The hell…” you muttered as you stared at the books within, “who did you get these off?”
“Some preschool principal. What’s up?” your uncle asked.
You produced one of the many alarmingly thin books from the box. “Hate to break it to you but… These are all children’s books.”
Your uncle was never one to swear, but he made a rare exception for that moment.
“Fuck!” he cussed rather loudly, “I should’ve asked what the contents were!”
You chuckled and placed the book back into the cardboard box. “Don’t worry uncle, we can always sell these to the daycare, can’t we?”
“Bourgeoisie scumbag! I paid a lot for that!” your uncle continued to ramble. You decided that it would be best to silently push the box into the storeroom while he let his frustrations out.
***
Dried leaves.
That's what you were sweeping when a black van rolled into the stretch of street. The front doors opened and a man and a woman stepped out. It was early autumn. The leaves of those trees that grew next to the bookstore—Once beautiful and elegant in nature—became pesky as their leaves had begun to wither and fall. Your uncle saw the mess outside the store and immediately got you to start sweeping it up. He couldn’t stand the sight of it.
You halted your broom as the man and woman approached you.
“Hello,” the woman greeted you, “is this Park’s second hand books?”
You nodded and pointed at the sign above you. The woman grinned. She turned and told the man to get the gear out.
You recognised the city accent in their voices.
The man wrapped around the vehicle and opened the trunk. You tried to look into the van but found that the tinted windows didn’t let you see anything. The man came back around, a heavy video camera—those ones they used to film movies—on his shoulder. The woman approached the door of the van and pulled it open.
Five girls got out of the van, selfie sticks with Gopros attached to the end in their hands as they filed out of the vehicle one by one. It took a moment for you to recognize the five of them, and another moment to realise that there were global superstars standing right before you.
In a wordless panic, you dropped the broom and bolted into the store. Your uncle was behind the counter, counting the bills in the cash register when you called him.
“ITZY is in front of the store!” you exclaimed. Your uncle cocked his head.
“ITZY?” he inquired, “is that a new slang or something?”
“N-No! T-Their idols, uncle! There are idols outside the door!”
It took a moment for your uncle to process what you’d said. Then, he simply smiled.
“Right… I forgot to tell you about that,” he said. He placed the bills he had been counting back into the register and walked out from behind the counter.
“Oooh… These girls are much prettier in person,” your uncle mused as he walked by. He opened the door to the store and stepped outside. You could hear his booming voice through the open door. “HELLO! WELCOME! WELCOME!”
You could hear them exchanging greetings outside the store. Hurriedly, you scanned around the store, looking for any signs of mess. There were thankfully none.
“Come in! It’s rather cold out,” your uncle said, “it’s much warmer in here!”
You quickly stood up straighter, your hands by your sides as the five ITZY girls walked through the door of the store.
“Welcome to the store!” your uncle grinned, “that over there is my nephew, he runs the place with me for now.”
The girls turned. The feeling of five pairs of eyes on you was nerve-wracking, and the two cameras that started to flank you on either side weren’t helping to ease your nerves. Where did the second camera come from? You couldn’t help but wonder.
You gulped, a tug of war between waving and bowing to the girls ensuing in your head as you stared blankly.
“He’s uh… A little shy,” your uncle chuckled. Then he gave you a look, one that said hurry up and say hello you dense child.
There was no victor in the mental tug of war. In the end, you resorted to an awkward half wave, half bow. The girls sniggered at your greeting.
Then and there, you wanted to shrink down and hide in the shelf behind you.
The woman from earlier started speaking to the girls. “This is the final place. Now, we will draw lots to see who goes where!”
She produced a handful of popsicle sticks. The girls started talking about how nervous they were, giggling amongst themselves as they started to draw the sticks one by one. Your uncle stood by the woman, a small smile on his face as he patiently awaited the result.
“Oh. Looks like I’ll be working here!” Shin Yuna smiled as she looked at her stick. You weren’t sure if it was excitement or disappointment that you heard in her voice.
“Excellent!” your uncle beamed. “How old are you?”
“Nineteen going twenty, sir!” Yuna answered bubbly.
“Ah! Looks like my nephew will have a friend of his age then!” your uncle laughed.
“E-Eh?” you blurted, “w-what’s happening?”
Your uncle walked up next to you. He put an arm around your shoulder.
“I’ll explain later,” he whispered.
Yuna giggled and cleared the hair from her face. You made eye contact with her.
She grinned.
You felt a burning sensation on your face.
***
Dried Pollack soup.
That was what you ate with your uncle as people came in to set up cameras around the store. Every corner, every angle, every millimetre was covered by at least one Gopro.
“They said in the email that it was for their Youtube,” your uncle told you, “they're gonna live in this town for a bit, work at some of the stores… Taking a break from their idol activities apparently.”
“B-But why the bookstore?” you inquired. Your uncle shrugged.
“I don’t know. They sent me a 30 page proposal that I didn’t bother to read. I figured that having idols in our store would help boost our business. Get people from other parts to come here—You know what I’m saying?”
You did not know what he was saying. The whole situation was so overwhelming. An idol working at the bookstore? For how long? What did you need to do?
A knock came on the break room door. You turned and saw a man standing there, Gopro in hand.
“Sorry to disturb you, but can I put a camera in here?” he asked politely.
Your uncle gave him a look and asked, “is that completely necessary?”
“I-I mean… If you guys are okay with it,” you replied. Your uncle sighed.
“Take the soup out,” he instructed you, “give them space to set up…”
***
A very, very dry mouth.
That's what you had when Yuna walked into the store for her first day of work.
She was tailed by one cameraman and another woman, both of them wearing the same shirt that read “JYP CREW”. You could feel the cold sweat on your palms as you handed her the apron that already had her name tag on it. With a rather apparent stutter, you welcomed her to her new job. She smiled, that radiant smile that you’d only seen on your phone screen now right before you. It sent a warm fuzz down your spine.
Your uncle showed her around, breaking down the various jobs to her as you opened up a box of books—they weren’t children’s books this time—and got to filling the shelves. You could hear every word that came out from your uncle's mouth as you explained the tasks that the idol was to undertake, as well as the opening and closing timings of the store. He finished his run down just as you finished placing the last book from the box on the shelf.
“What should I do now?” you heard her ask.
“Go help my nephew. I think he could use a hand,” your uncle replied.
“Right! On it!” came her bubbly reply.
You could feel your heart beating faster as you felt her get closer and closer.
A tap on your shoulder.
“Hello!’ she greeted you, “let’s work well together!”
You managed to sputter out something. She asked for instructions on what she should do. You blanked out for a second. Then tremulously, you reached into your apron and pulled out the second box cutter.
“U-Um,” you began. “T-There’s a box of… B-Books in the store… Just… Just uh…”
Her gaze felt piercing even though it was gentle. It’d been awhile since you’d stood before a girl this gorgeous. Your nineteen-year-old hormones were getting to you, sweat beading your forehead as you struggled to give the idol instructions.
Then suddenly, you ran away. You didn’t know why you ran, but you just ran out of the store and down the street. Getting away from the store was your main task, and you ran quite a good distance in the chilly autumn air before you finally ran out of breath. Clammy, tense and exhausted, you rested outside one of the shophouses along the stretch.
“Fuck… What’s wrong with me?” you questioned yourself. It was like you’d never talked to a girl in your life.
It only took a second or two for the adrenaline to fade. In its place came embarrassment as you buried your face in your hands. What are you doing you stupid idiot! Why did you run? You chided yourself, beating your cheek with your own palm.
You heard someone call your name. You raised your head.
“Why are you slapping yourself in front of my store?” Miss Cho inquired. She was pushing a cart full of pears. They were probably freshly harvested.
“Oh… Hey Miss Cho,” you greeted her, “I was just… I-I don’t know…”
You ended up pushing Miss Cho’s cart back up the street.
“She’s a what now?” Miss Cho pressed.
“An idol Miss Cho,” you explained. You eventually got around to telling her the reason as to why you were beating yourself in front of her shop. The concept of someone singing and dancing for a living sounded completely foreign to Miss Cho—Someone who spent most of her life drying fruits and making snacks—So you had to explain it to her.
“Ah… I remember my daughter saying something about it,” Miss Cho mused, “so… Why did you run away from her?”
“I… Don’t know,” you told her truthfully, “I guess I just freaked out.”
“Because she’s famous?” she pressed. You thought about it for a moment, then you nodded.
Miss Cho stopped addressing you for a moment to greet Mrs Han, the lady that ran one of the restaurants on the stretch with her husband. Miss Cho gave the restaurant owner a whole carton worth of pears, telling Mrs Han to make something tasty out of them before the two of you continued moving along.
“Why are you scared of an Idol?” she continued to question.
“I-I don’t know… I-I guess it’s because she’s popular and all, so I’m scared that I’ll make a fool of myself in front of her,” you reasoned.
Miss Cho hummed and nodded. “I see…”
She stopped once more, this time in front of the sweets store. You helped her pull out a crate of apples from the bottom of the stacks of pears and handed it to the store owner. Miss Cho requested for a batch of the sweets when they were ready before the two of you got to moving again.
“So… Why does this girl being this idol make her any less normal than you?” she asked.
“P-Pardon?” you stuttered, “I-I never… I never said that…”
Miss Cho chuckled, one of those nice Ahjumma laughs that could warm one’s heart. “You did not, but the way you spoke of her implied it.”
You let that sink in for a moment. Now that you thought of it, you’d made Yuna sound like some high and mighty god that could smite you with a snap of her fingers.
“Just because someone has millions of fans doesn't mean that they’re any less of a human than you and I,” Miss Cho told you, “just because someone is adored doesn't make them more superior. If that was the case, I’d be a warlord by now!”
The dried fruits specialist cackled at her own joke. She always had a tendency to do that.
“You see… The problem with fame is that everyone places you on a pedestal,” she continued, “a mistake could cost your whole reputation. A good choice could gain you more popularity. It’s a never ending game, dehumanising in the sense that these famous people can’t afford to live normal lives. Why? Because they’re not considered normal! That’s not right if you ask me…”
You were wondering where this knowledge was coming from. You made it a mental note to talk to Miss Cho a little more. Was it normal for all the old people in this town to be so wise?
The two of you finally stopped in front of the bookshop. Miss Cho instructed you to take in a crate of pears, assuring you that she could make the rest of the journey down the street herself. You waved goodbye to her and prepared to enter once more.
“Remember,” she called to you. You were just about to open the door. “That girl is human. Treat her the way you’d treat any other human.”
She left you with that nugget of wisdom before she bade you farewell and continued with her journey up the street. You sat on her words for a moment before you entered the bookstore once more.
Yuna’s head snapped towards the door when she heard the chime of the door. You made eye contact with her.
Human.
With a smile, you carried the crate into the store and asked, “pears anyone?”
***
A dry wipe.
That’s what you gave Yuna to clean the dust off the shelves. Two weeks had elapsed since she’d started working with you and your uncle. You never got used to the fact that there were always cameras around you, nor did you ever get used to the fact that the woman and the cameraman would pull you aside and ask for your opinions on Yuna as an employee every now and then. You would always try to be as honest as possible, excluding any embarrassing slip ups she made in an effort to not badmouth the girl.
Within her first week here, she’d already clocked in late once. She apologised furiously that day, working twice as hard to compensate for her mistake. Standing tall, she could reach for the things that customers couldn’t, making her a great help to the regulars. She learnt quickly, finding the most optimal way to replenish the shelves by her fourth day and figured out the best way to assess the state of the book on her fifth.
Weekends had become more packed because of her, the word that Shin Yuna from ITZY was working at the store getting out rather quickly within the first Saturday she worked here. The next day, you had a flock of Midzy’s in front of the store 3 hours before opening. You had to guide Yuna in through the back entrance to prevent her from being swarmed. While Yuna greeted her fans that came to see her in the store with a big smile, you couldn’t help but notice the hint of tiredness behind her eyes. It was like she didn’t really want to be there, but she had no other choice
Now, she was doing an excellent job getting the dust off the top shelves.
“I think that’s good enough Yuna,” you told her. She turned to look at you.
“You sure? I think it still needs one more round,” she told you.
“I’ll take your word for it,” you told her, handing her another sheet of dry wipes while you took the blackened one from her hands.
“This is great,” she told you, beginning her final round of cleaning, “it makes me feel like I’m at home again. I feel like I’m a kid.”
Here’s the thing about Yuna—Her joy was contagious. When you saw that smile on her face, you couldn’t help but smile along with her. The silliest things could make her grin, and you’d end up grinning with her even though you didn’t find it amusing. You were convinced that it was a special skill of the sort.
Yuna wiped up whatever dust she could find, leaving no stone unturned as she completed her task. It was almost closing time, a relatively slow day for the bookstore as usual. Yuna had been completing her shifts diligently, only ever disappearing for lunch and toilet breaks.
Hell… If she wasn’t some bigshot idol, I’d have her employed full-time in a heartbeat! your uncle had told you over lunch one day. You couldn’t help but agree with him.
“There! All clean!” Yuna exclaimed.
“Could you show us the cloth, Yuna?” the lady producer asked her.
For a moment, you saw a hint of annoyance behind her eyes. Then the usual, childlike wonder took its place and Yuna presented the cloth to the camera.
“Ta-da! All clean!” she beamed proudly. You politely clapped your hands in the background. The female producer gave Yuna a thumbs up before tapping the cameraman’s shoulder. “I think we can wrap up for the day.”
The two turned and walked out of the store. Yuna waited till both of them had exited before letting out a deep sigh.
“Break from idol activities? Yea right…” she muttered, stepping off the step ladder. You stretched out your hand to take the dry wipe from Yuna. She suddenly seemed to remember that you were there, and that bright smile returned to her face. She handed you the dry wipe, all bubbly and smiley.
“I’m going to wash my hands in the bathroom, boss!” she told you. You nodded and let her go. She skipped off towards the back entrance. Your uncle walked out of the storeroom. He was drenched in sweat, his green shirt turning dark under the moisture.
“Hand me a towel would you?” he requested. You quickly walked behind the counter and tossed him his slightly moist towel. He caught it, smiled, then wiped his sweaty face.
“Who knew organising could take so much out of me?” he chuckled. He looked around. “Where’s Yuna?”
“Bathroom,” you explained. Your uncle gave you his Ah I see expression. Then he took a look at his watch. “Let’s get ready to close up shop.”
You nodded and walked over to the door. As you were about to flip the sign from “open” to “closed”, you saw Yuna walking back towards the shop. You raised an eyebrow.
Coming in from the back would’ve been much quicker…
As she got closer, you could make out the tired look on her face. Then you realised that the cameraman and the female producer were following her once more. So much for wrapping up you thought to yourself as you pushed the door open.
“Yuna!” you called to her, “come in! We’re gonna start closing up!”
The weary look disappeared in a flash. Yuna smiled from ear to ear and began jogging towards the store. You found that the cameraman and producer were far from wrapping up, following the idol back into the bookshop like chicks tailing their mother.
“H-Hey um… Didn’t you guys say you were wrapping up?” you asked the producer. She turned and looked at you.
“We need as much content as we can get. Gotta keep going,” she told you. Then she left to catch up with the camera man. You were suddenly ill at ease.
They continued to follow Yuna as she assisted you and your uncle in closing up the shop. They were like shadows, tailing the idol with every move she made. There was an unmistakable look of irritance on Yuna's face, but she only let it out when her back was turned to the camera. At the end of it all, the female producer made the idol shoot a thumbs up to the camera and exclaim, “Another job well done today!”. Only when they had gotten a perfect take of that did they truly cut the camera and start packing up for the day.
“Try to be a little more energetic tomorrow,” the producer told Yuna. You were all outside the store by then. The shutter was closed and locked. The final piece of equipment had been loaded into their van.
“Got it!” Yuna beamed. The producer nodded and wordlessly got into the van with the camera man. The van pulled away, leaving the three of you to breathe in its exhaust as it became smaller and smaller.
“This street was never built for cars…” your uncle grumbled. Then he turned to Yuna and told her, “good job today. We’ll see you tomorrow!”
Yuna smiled—this time a little less bright and more weary—and bowed. “Thank you for today! I’ll see you tomorrow!”
The idol turned on her heel and walked off towards the small house that she and her members stayed in for the time being. You couldn’t help but notice the way her shoulders seemed to slump.
“Are we overworking her?” your uncle asked. He must’ve noticed too.
“I’m not sure,” you answered, “I feel like it’s not the work…”
Your uncle raised an eyebrow. “What else could wear her out today? She’s been cleaning and stacking all day!”
You pursed your lips. Then, you turned to your uncle and said, “go home without me. I need to do something.”
You set off after the idol. She hadn’t walked too far over the course of your conversation with your uncle. You caught up to her in a matter of seconds.
“Yuna!” you called her. She turned.
“Hm?” she hummed.
You stopped before her. “Could I… Take you somewhere?”
You only realised how weird that sounded after the last syllable left your mouth. Inwardly, you cringed and hoped to god that she didn’t find that creepy. Thankfully, she gave you a smile and said, “sure!”
You took her to the bridge where your uncle had imparted his wisdom upon you. The walk there was filled with awkward silence, only broken erratically by your comments on the different shops. In the chilly Autumn air, you walked side by side with Yuna till you reached your destination.
“Wow…” Yuna muttered as you stopped at the apex of the bridge, “this is…”
“It’s prettier in Spring,” you told her.
“I can imagine that,” she whispered.
She placed her hands on the railings and leaned her body weight against it. You silently stood next to her, letting her take in the breathtaking scenery without disturbance. You had a hunch—The fact that cameras were always on her had been taking a toll on the idol. You figured she needed some time away from the cameras, a moment where she didn’t have to live with the fact that she was perpetually in the frame of a lens that was recording her every move.
You didn’t know what to do when the first teardrop came rolling down her face. When her body started to shake, you started to panic internally. That wasn’t part of the agenda. You awkwardly fumbled around, patting your pockets to see if you had any tissue to give her. By the time you had pulled out the small tissue packet from your pocket, the girl was already seated on the bridge, knees tucked in and arms locked around her legs as she bawled and bawled. Awkwardly, you sat down next to her. You maintained a distance from Yuna and silently slid your tissue over to her. The last thing you wanted to do was make her feel uncomfortable in her moment of vulnerability.
You gave her time. Breakdowns like hers would never be finished in a matter of minutes, you knew from experience. The sheer internal bedlam a human could experience under certain circumstances was no joke.
It took some time, but her shoulders eventually stopped heaving so violently, her breaths becoming more uniformed in nature.
“I-I’m sorry… I-I just…” she started to apologise.
“It’s… It’s alright,” you assured her, “it… It must be tough for you.”
You gestured to the packet of tissue next to her. She gratefully accepted it, pulling out a couple of pieces to dry her eyes. There were no more words spoken between the two of you, only an odd, comfortably awkward silence in the air as you both sat with your backs to the railing. Yuna sniffled intermittently, and you could hear her drawing tissues to blow her nose.
You didn’t say anything to comfort her. But that day, you unwittingly made her start trusting you.
***
Dried apple slices.
That’s what Yuna had bought to share with you. She’d gotten them from Miss Cho’s, and had asked to eat them with you on the bridge after your shifts had ended.
“These are so good!” she exclaimed.
“Miss Cho’s family spent lifetimes perfecting their formula. It’s gotta be good,” you told her.
Yuna squealed happily as she dug her hand into the container and pulled out yet another slice. You could pinpoint the exact moment where the flavour of Miss Cho’s apple slices burst forth in her mouth. Her wide-eyed silent glee was your indication. On the railing of the bridge you sat, side by side with the idol. There was an unexplained affinity between you two since that day she cried next to you. Your interactions in the bookstore had increased, becoming friendlier in nature. It was like something suddenly clicked between the two of you.
“Man… These things make me want to live here forever!” Yuna laughed, kicking her legs like a child as she dug her hand into the container for yet another slice. You smiled as you watched her. She seemed more carefree that day.
“You’re from the city, right?” she asked you, popping another slice into her mouth.
“Yep… I’m just staying here for a while,” you explained to her.
“Don’t you have to search for a university?”
You kicked your legs and sighed. “I do… But that can always wait.”
Your truth—You didn’t want to leave this town. Life was much simpler, slower. You’d originally come here to recover, hatred and bitterness brimming in your heart. Now that it had been purged from your being, you found a connection with this humble, small town. You knew that you’d eventually have to leave, go back into the hustle and bustle of the city when you got back to your life as a city boy. You dreaded the arrival of that day.
You told this to her. A look of understanding crossed her face.
“How long have you been here?” she asked.
“Since early Spring so… About a month now?” you replied.
“Ah… And what’s this bitterness that you had?” she pressed.
You took a dried apple slice and popped it into your mouth. You munched on it a little before replying, “I had to recover from a breakup.”
Yuna chuckled. “Ah… I suppose this place seems like a nice town to get back on your feet.”
You were glad she understood you.
“You know… This spot is really something,” she told you, “it’s so beautiful and calming… I really gotta thank you for showing it to me.”
You waved it off. “No problem.”
Yuna folded one leg up. “I came here with the girls once after that evening. It was a good break.”
She sighed heavily. You wiped your hand on your jeans.
“It must be tiring,” you said.
“Hm?”
She turned to look at you intently. You stared at your sneakers. The once snow white shoes had been dirtied by gravel and all sorts of elements, but you didn’t really mind.
“It must be tough living with no breaks… I imagine it can get pretty overwhelming,” you told her. Yuna stared off into the distance for a moment.
“When they told us that we would be coming here to take a break from our idol activities, I thought that we’d actually be able to rest…” she muttered, “then we saw the cameras and got handed those damn selfie sticks… That’s when I knew that we were just making more content while we’re supposedly ‘resting’.”
You could hear the spite in her voice. Your heart went out to her.
“I hate this,” she continued, “I just want to have a moment where I’m not dancing, where I’m not singing, where I’m not being recorded by some stupid fucking camera while I keep some pretty smile on my face.”
Her truth—There were times where she wondered whether the idol life was meant for her. While they existed, she couldn’t recall the last moment where she was just Shin Yuna, a regular nineteen year old girl finding her way in life. She liked the bookstore, it made her feel human. While she was going about her tasks, the sheer monotony of it all brought some semblance of regularity into her life. For a rare moment, she wasn’t just some money making machine for a company, she was just a regular human, like you. It gave her an unexplainable joy, a joy that was quickly stripped away when she turned and saw a camera being pointed right at her.
She told you this in hew own words. You bit your bottom lip.
“But of course, I can’t let that show, can I?” she laughed bitterly, “gotta be pretty preppy princess Yuna. Can’t be angry, can’t be annoyed, allowed to cry only in concerts or in interviews… Fuck all this idol shit.”
Her life didn’t sound as great as you’d imagined. You admittedly thought that many idols lived in luxury, showered with love and attention from fans worldwide while earning big bucks doing what they always aspired to. In reality, their lives were the most cruel and unforgiving, an endless cycle of practice, classes and content. They were always being watched and monitored. They maintained a happy, cheerful image for their fans, but deep down they just want to take a break for some time before coming back to this life of theirs. It sucked. It sucked big time, but they all lived with it.
The harm that humans could bring upon each other was frightening, yet the world was as such.
“I think you’re incredibly strong Yuna,” you voiced your sincere thoughts, “it takes a lot to be you. I don’t think many people can confidently look me in the eye and tell me that they’re fine with being watched twenty-four-seven, let alone pretend like everything is great with their life when it really isn’t.”
There was a moment of silence.
“Thank you,” she whispered, “I… I think I really needed to hear that. You summed it up really well.”
She shot you a sincere smile. You chuckled softly and scratched the nape of your neck. There was a warm sensation on your face.
“You’re… Welcome I guess?” you told her. She laughed at that.
“You’re funny,” she remarked, “I like your company.”
The warmth on your face was now more of a burning sensation. You looked down at your sneakers, feeling a grin plastered on your lips. Her smile was as contagious as her joy.
“How… How long are you guys gonna be here for?” you asked her.
“I forgot... I only know that we’ll go back for Chuseok, then come back here for a few more weeks. We’ll be out of here by the middle of November if I recall correctly, then back to comeback preparation in early Winter,” she replied.
Time was a funny thing. It could go by so fast when you wanted it to be slow, but it could also drag on like a snail when you wanted it to be a rabbit. Time was a wave, almost cruel in its relentlessness.
In your heart, you prayed that Yuna’s time in this town wouldn’t be fleeting. In your heart, you prayed that time could show mercy on this girl.
***
Dried anchovies.
That’s what your uncle needed from Miss Lee, the general store owner, to cook the stew for that night's dinner. You shrugged on your jacket that evening and headed down to go buy what was needed. Mrs Lee greeted you with the usual warm smile, though you could tell that the Gopro on the counter was making her ill at ease.
The ITZY girls were there, talking amongst themselves as a camera man and a different lady producer stood behind them. You did your best to slip by undetected, snagging the bag of dried anchovies and a bottle of water without being spotted. You didn’t know that they’d follow them till this late.
You paid for the good and exited quietly. On the way back, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You spun around to come face to face with Yuna.
“Hey,” she beamed. She must’ve seen you. How did she get out?
“Oh. Hey,” you smiled back.
“Can we meet at the bridge later? I’d like to get some fresh air after my dinner,” she requested.
You smiled and agreed. You set a time, then split off in your own separate ways to go about your evenings. You couldn’t really focus on your uncle’s rambling that night, you mind drifting to Yuna’s smile while your uncle said something about the stock market.
9pm. That was the time you’d arranged to see her. On the pretext of taking a walk, you slipped out of your uncle's house and journeyed down the street towards the bridge. She was there by the time you’d gotten there, a bright smile that could light up the darkness gracing her features when she caught sight of you. She let you walk over to her before handing you something. It felt like a stick.
“What are these?” you asked.
“Lanterns,” she answered, turning hers on, “Chuseok is coming up. The Chinese like to carry lanterns and take walks on that day. I thought we should do something while I’m still in this town, make some memories, you know?”
The lanterns she had purchased were from Mrs Lee’s general store. Mrs Lee had always been obsessed with Chinese culture, particularly in terms of decorations and practices. She sold those lanterns all year round, even though no one really bothered to buy them.
You and Yuna walked around the town with your lanterns, talking and laughing, laughing and talking… It was a night to be alive. It was nice to see Yuna in this light. You’d grown out of your 2 dimensional perception of her, discovering the multitudes she possessed. On the surface, she was simply Shin Yuna, ITZY’s maknae and visual. Beneath that, there was Shin Yuna, the nineteen year old girl who could easily make someone smile and blush. Then beneath that was Shin Yuna, a nineteen year old girl who craved regularity, a nineteen year old girl who wanted to be momentarily freed from the glitz and glam. You were happy that she trusted you enough to be comfortable around you, and you were more than happy to have that gut feeling that she was truly being herself with you.
“This town is amazing…” she remarked as you found yourselves before the bridge once more. You’d walked a full round around the town by then, lost in conversation as you took turns down the roads on a whim.
“Maybe you should just move here,” you joked.
“Oh how I wish I could!” she sighed, “everything’s so nice here… I wish I could just stay here forever…”
I wish I could stay here forever. She always had a tendency to say that. While working in the bookstore, she’d let it slip. When you were talking with her on the bridge, she’d say it at least once. She struck you as someone who was vocal with their opinions, someone who would freely speak her mind if she could. You enjoyed listening to her long, rambling talks about her various life stories. Though you could never bear to listen to such rants from your uncle, you found hers enjoyable to listen to. There was a certain way she drew you in with her voice, your attention becoming captive to her tone and intonation while she went on and on…
When you parted ways with her that night, you found that you wanted her to stay and talk with you a little longer. Of course, you never vocalised this desire. She’d already broken rules to come out and see you that night, the last thing you wanted was to get her in trouble.
As you walked home with your lantern that night, you wondered what it would be like to date a girl like Yuna.
***
Drier air.
That’s what you felt had changed that late October morning when you stepped out of your uncle’s house.
“Aish… Winter is coming already,” your uncle grumbled, “time passes so fast these days… I ought to keep a better track of it.”
It was Yuna’s final weekend in the town. She was due to leave by Tuesday next week. As expected, Midzys showed up in front of the door, prompting your uncle and you to wrap around to the back entrance, where Yuna was waiting. The female producer and the cameraman were right there with her, asking the idol some questions in front of the backdoor as you and your uncle approached. Her eyes seemed to light up upon the sight of you, the smile on her face growing wider as she waved to you.
“Yuna, focus on the interview,” the producer reminded her sternly. She quickly set her gaze back on the camera. Your uncle waited patiently for them to wrap up with their questions before opening the backdoor to the bookshop. As you walked in, Yuna walked up to your right and whispered right into your ear. “10pm. Bridge. Don’t be late.”
You’d never wanted a shift to end so badly.
That night, you met her at your usual haunt. Her smile—Usually brimming with joy—was noticeably sadder, dimmer under the moon’s beam. It felt hard to accept that her time in this town was running thin. You wished that there was a way to extend your fleeting time with this woman, find a way to make some more memories with her. Alas, time could only move forward at a rate unknown to you. Autumn was slowly becoming Winter, and Yuna would soon be gone from this town. Every moment was now more precious than ever.
The truth you kept to yourself—Though your heart fluttered around her, you knew that you and her could only remain in this stage of friendship. Progressing forward to a new stage of a relationship would be hard. You could only hold on to her as a friend, hoping that she wouldn’t forget you when she returned back to the big city.
The two of you stayed out late that night, eating dried fruits from Miss Cho’s and drinking some Makgeolli that Yuna had bought and snuck out.
“My last day as a human,” she told you that night while cracking open the bottle, “then it’s back to being a doll…”
Human… Why could she never seem to prove to everyone else that she was human as well? The fame, the shining lights, the pedestal that she’d been placed on… They all created a false image for her. It brought forth a notion—She was privileged, someone who could receive the attention of fans and brands alike. There was no room for blemishes, her body “perfect” and her personality flawless. She had to accept all that, live with it without a fuss or hassle.
When she rambled about this, tears flowed freely from her eyes—Years of pent up anger, sentiments of unfairness and many other emotions coming forth in moonlit steaks that ran down her face. You poured her another glass of Makgeolli. She tossed it back to soothe the pain.
“You know… I always feel so comfortable with you,” she whispered, “it’s like I’m talking to an old friend… Someone who actually understands me.”
Under the stars that night, the two of you admittedly got a little tipsy on the bridge. Under the stars that night, Yuna had let slip her true feelings towards you. Under the stars that night, you two shared a kiss, one that would change the complexity of your relationship, spurred by the raw emotions of the night that had manifested through the catalyst that was alcohol.
As your fingers ran through her hair and her hands held on to your waist, she leaned on your shoulder and whispered some words into your ear. They weren’t words that you wanted to hear, but you knew that you’d just have to accept them.
It pained the both of you to know that you could never truly love each other the way you wanted to. The expectations of her company and of society set a boundary, one that kept you two so far yet so close. While you saw her as a regular human, she still had to abide by the rules and regulations of the company that controlled her. Those rules defined her, the regulations moulding her into something no longer human. It made her life strict and unforgiving.
She was like an unwilling puppet, trying in vain to resist the commands of those who had power over her. A sisyphean task it proved to be.
To them, she was an idol. And according to them—Idols and humans were not to love each other.
***
Dried flowers
That was what you held behind your back that morning where you saw the ITZY girls off. You and your uncle waited outside the house they stayed in, dried flowers tucked away behind you. Then they came out. The five of them, rolling out their luggages, dressed warmly to combat the rapidly dropping temperature. She caught sight of you. A sad, warm, gentle smile crossed her face. The bosses of the shops that the girls had worked for respectively had all come to bid farewell to them, giving you some time to talk to her one last time. The goodbyes were tearful, full of hugs and “I’ll miss you”s. Yuna gave your uncle a hug, then she turned to you. Surprisingly, neither of you shed a tear as you stared at each other.
You produced the dried flowers that you’d gotten from the florist and presented them to her.
“They’re beautiful,” she whispered as she accepted them.
“Glad you like them,” you replied, “try and keep them alive okay?”
She stared up at you for a moment.
When the first teardrop rolled down her face, you didn’t hesitate to pull her into a hug. She cried into your chest, a million and one apologies bursting forth as she held you tight. It was as if it was her fault that the two of you could not start a proper relationship. It was as if you’d disappear if she didn’t hold you as tight as she could.
When it was time to go, you dried her eyes to the best of your ability. She gripped the dried flowers tight, a grim look on her face as she said, “I’ll take some time to think about us… When we meet again, I’ll tell you what you mean to me. We can go off from there.”
You smiled. “Alright then, I’ll wait.”
She fiddled with the wrapping of the dried flowers.
“Till then,” Yuna requested, “could I be selfish and ask you to hold on to these feelings?”
You smiled and assured her that you’d try to. When we meet again, I’ll let you decide if we should kiss or not, she told you.
In the cold morning air, you made a then-and-there decision to share one last kiss with her, not caring about the fact that staff and her other members were present at the scene. As the van took her away from the town, your uncle placed a firm hand on your shoulder.
“Are you going to be okay?” he asked you.
You wiped a tear from your eye and whispered, “I hope those dried flowers won’t die as quickly as they did last time.”
***
The cold snap hit when you came back to the town. A fresh, fluffy and thick sheet of snow covered the streets. Your boots made a satisfying crunch with each step you took, the frigid winter air biting your face as you hurried towards the bookstore. All around you, people walked up and down the street. City people—you recognised their accents.
You found it hard to adjust back to life in the city. The roar of the traffic was jarring, making you yearn for the quiet of the town streets. The pavements were jam packed with people, making you long to return to the empty streets of your uncle's humble town. The subway was packed like sardines, making you think about the times where you could get to wherever you wanted on foot. It was safe to say that you had some forms of withdrawal symptoms, but you eventually got over it. Then university came. The workload was immense, the readings mountainous. It took you some time to figure out a way to efficiently cover all the content you needed to, but you eventually found your footing. You were in your last year now. Time was truly so fleeting, a wave, almost cruel in its relentlessness.
Now that you were back in this familiar place, a sense of comfort filled your being. Not much had changed over the course of your four year absence. Aside from the fresh coats of paint and increase in tourists, everything was just as they were when you left.
The bookshop was teeming with life when you entered. You were pleasantly surprised. You remembered your uncle telling you about how good the winter crowds were, but you ever imagined it to be this good. You hurriedly removed your scarf and coat before approaching the counter. There, your uncle was busy packing book after book into paper bags. You hung your coat on the coat rack and grabbed an apron.
“I’m back,” you said, taking your place next to your relative. Your uncle cast a glance towards you.
“I’ll greet you later. Busy now,” he mumbled. You chuckled and tied the strings of your apron behind your back.
It didn’t take long before you settled back into that old rhythm—Open, pack, take the bills. Open, pack, take the bills. It brought an odd sense of joy into your heart. You’d missed the monotony of this life.
The bookstore closed a little later that day. You waited till the last customer had slipped out into the cold evening air to flip the sign from “open” to “closed”. Then you shut the door behind you.
“I should really employ a part timer,” your uncle mused. He beat his lower back with a clenched fist. “The crowds are only growing these days… I’ll need some help.”
Then he waddled over you. With a warm smile, your uncle pulled you into a warm embrace.
“Welcome back, nephew. It’s good to see you again.”
You hugged him back. The usual old people's statements ensued—How have you been? You’ve grown taller! Jeez… You’ve gotten a little more plump! Have you been eating well? The same old questions were hurled at you. You were happy to answer them all.
You helped your uncle close up shop for the day. To celebrate your return, he took you down to Mrs Han’s to have a barbeque. The restaurant owner greeted you with her wrinkly, warm smile and welcomed you back to town. The meat was fresh, well marbled and tender. Freshly imported Mrs Han had told you, they just came in today! You came back at the right time!
It was safe to say that your belly was filled that night. Mrs Han had kindly put the cost of the meal on the house, and your uncle hurried you out of the restaurant when you insisted on paying.
“It’s rare for her to be this generous. Accept it while you can,” he told you. You rolled your eyes. He was as thrifty as always.
Your uncle took you to the bridge that night. Proper lighting had been installed on it, small yet powerful lamps illuminating the path as you and your uncle stood side by side on the apex of the bridge. The river was frozen over, the trees around it bald and bare.
“You should’ve came back in the spring,” he remarked, “there were more flowers this time. It was beautiful.”
“I can imagine that,” you replied.
Your uncle sighed heavily, a sizable cloud forming before his face. “You know… She came back this spring.”
“Is that so?” you replied alarmingly calmly. Your voice betrayed your emotions. It felt like a small ball was caught in your throat. “How is she?”
“She seems alright, definitely grew a few centimetres,” he told you.
“Is she healthy?” you pressed.
“She definitely looked a little more plump in the face. She’s seemed a lot stronger,” your uncle replied.
Silence hung between the two of you. Then your uncle inquired, “You never managed to see her in the city, did you?”
You lowered your gaze to the frozen water.
“No…” you grimaced, “I… I could never find a way to see her.”
The truth—It felt like fate was against you. You could never secure a ticket to any of her performances, nor could you ever get into any of her fanmeets—Online and physical. You never expected that you’d face such difficulty in trying to see Yuna, but you persevered nonetheless. When the university workload came in however, you found your free time had been stripped from you, tossed out to the wind as assignment after assignment plagued your days. Yuna couldn’t be your top priority no matter how much you wanted her to be. You didn’t know why the idea of getting her phone number never crossed your mind while she was with you. Then again, exchanging phone numbers could have landed her in trouble…
You told this to your uncle. He nodded silently.
“I guess we were never meant to be a thing,” you whispered dejectedly, “I was a fool to hold on to those memories”
Your uncle sighed and patted your shoulder. “Some memories never heal. Rather than fading with the passage of time, those memories become the only things that are left behind when all else is abraded…”
“Han Kang,” you muttered. It was one of the quotes from her book Human Acts. You had a paper on that book coming next term. Your time at the bookstore made you discover your love for books, hence you pursued a degree in Literature in university.
“You remember,” your uncle chuckled. It was one of the first books that he’d made you read. “Your memory serves you well, nephew.”
The quote he’d recited could be interpreted in many ways. In the context of the book, the protagonist spoke of their memories in the bloody Gwangju massacre in 1981. The sights, sounds and horrors left them scarred for life, so scarred that they’d take them to the grave—hence the usage of heal in memories never heal. Healing meant forgetting.
For you, healing meant forgetting too. The only difference—You didn’t want to heal. You wanted to keep those memories carved into your brain, make them a permanent part of your being. You wanted to ingrain that smile in your vision, keep that voice playing on loop in your ears. You were more than willing to take those memories to your grave.
“First a breakup, now this,” you muttered, “am I not built for love, uncle?”
“Everyone is built for love,” came his instant reply, “it’s just a matter of finding the right person to receive love from.”
The right person…
Your parents were meant to follow you on this visit back to the town, but last minute work held them up in the city. They’d found an Airbnb house in the town for the three of you, but now you had it to yourself. As you laid down on the bed, you found that the silence was deafening.
Silently, you wondered what’d be like to date a girl like Yuna. She felt like the right person.
Maybe all of those emotions were just teen hormones. Maybe the feelings were just bright out in the heat of the moment. Maybe you didn’t actually love her, maybe it was more of an infatuation. It all sounded logical and reasonable to you.
Yet when you saw her again, all of that no longer seemed to make sense.
There she stood in the cold winter morning, scarf around her neck and a pair of earmuffs atop her head. In her gloved hands, a bright pink tote bag, a bouquet of flowers sticking out from the opening. She stood before the store, staring at the closed shutter, mouth parted ever so slightly. Her hair—Red when you first saw her—Had been returned to its natural colour. She was as beautiful as the day you said goodbye to her.
You swore that your eyes were deceiving you. When she turned her head, you were convinced that her jaw dropped open as wide as yours when the two of you locked eyes.
Then in the next moment, she was in your arms. She had her ear pressed to the left side of your chest, as if she needed to hear your heartbeat to verify that you were truly there.
“Hey,” was all you could manage.
“Hi,” she whispered back, “it’s been awhile.”
Her eyes gleamed with the same childlike wonder. Her smile was as genuine as you’d remembered. You wanted to kiss her to see if her lips would feel the same, but…
When we meet again, I’ll tell you what you mean to me. We can go off from there…
She did give you the freedom of choice to kiss her when you reunited, but you decided against it.
Catchup was done in the warm respite of the bookstore. With aprons adorning your bodies, you filled each other in on what you’d missed in each other's lives. This was all done to the backdrop of filling in shelves and rearranging stacks of books. Lunch came and your uncle left the two of you on your own. You got some tteokbokki with her from Mrs Han’s—to go of course—and hit your old spot.
“Even without the leaves, this place is still so stunning,” she mused, staring out at the frozen water.
“I still prefer it in Spring,” you told her, “I like it better when the trees are less… Bald.”
She laughed at that.
When the sun started to set on the small town, your uncle made the executive decision to close up early. The sun may be gone, but the night is young he told you with a wink. You gave him a grateful smile and took off your apron. He let the two of you go off early that day.
Dinner that night was once again at Mrs Han’s, and she wasn’t so generous that night. A walk around town was what she asked for afterwards, both of your footsteps seemingly synchronised to produce rhythmic crunches in the snow. At one point, she’d stopped walking to gather up a handful of snow, forming a hefty snowball to chuck at you. You didn’t hesitate to fight back.
“University sounds tough,” she mused, munching on some grapes from Miss Cho’s.
“I think it’s just my course,” you remarked, “the rest of my batchmates seem to be having a relatively good time.”
“Literature is demanding,” she agreed, “but what do you wanna do with it in the future?”
You sighed and shoved your hands into the pockets of your jacket, “I’m still figuring that out…”
“Maybe you can become a writer,” she suggested, “write some screenplay… Make it different from the usual stuff.”
“I’d probably need to save up some money before I do that,” you chuckled, “I have a degree that guarantees a higher chance of living on the streets than living on someone’s couch.”
She laughed at that too. Then she said, “hey, maybe you should come work for my company when you’re done with university. That way, we can see each other more often too.”
You chuckled. “That’s a possibility… I’ll try and keep that in mind.”
“I’ll make sure to vouch for you,” she declared, “the big boss likes me enough to listen to me…”
You laughed and nodded. Silence hung between you two.
Then it was time for the hard question.
“So are you seeing anyone?” you asked her. Yuna licked a grape seed off her lips before answering.
“I’d like to think so…”
Your heart sank, but you still cocked your head in feigned curiosity, “oh? What do you mean?”
Yuna bit down on her lip. “I mean… I like him, but I’m not sure if he still likes me.”
“Ah,” you mused.
“Yea…” Yuna sighed. She looked up at you and asked, “what about you?”
You took a moment to formulate an answer. “I think… I’m just waiting for love as of now.”
“Ah,” Yuna parroted, “well… I wish you the best in that then.”
There was a sudden tension in the air. It was like your respective cryptic messages had conjured a rubber band of the mind, pulling it out to its maximum length as you continued your silent journey down the street. Perhaps your hopes were set a little too high—You’d expected her to remember the love that existed four years ago, run back into your open arms so that you could shower her with kisses. But you’d forgotten—No… Chose to forget what she’d told you on the bridge that night.
I love you. I know that it’s too late for this, but I love you. I’m sorry we can’t love in the same way others do, but do know that deep down, I wish to love you in the same manner that you love me. It’s confusing, I know… But my life doesn’t allow us to share the life we want to. I’m sorry.
It was a painful thing to hear, but you still kissed her right afterwards, and you still kissed her the morning after. You now realised that perchance, you’d gambled a little too much, gone all in with the chips of your heart only to lose. You didn’t understand why she couldn’t date freely, be with someone that truly made her happy. She was a human, a human deserved to give love and be loved.
She got a call a few minutes later. It’s my manager. I gotta go now.
She gave you a small wave, handed you the last few grapes from the container. Then, with a it was nice seeing you again, Yuna turned on her heel and walked off. The grapes felt oddly heavy in your hands. Again, she was to disappear from your life. Like grains of stars in an infinitely expanding galaxy, she spilled through the gaps between your fingers once more. This felt like a scenario you’d read in books a thousand times over, and frankly, it sucked.
But happiness is being able to hope, however faintly, for happiness. So, at least, we must believe if we are to live in the world of today.
Osamu Dazai had said that. You weren’t sure why you thought of it as you watched her back get smaller and smaller by the second.
Hoping faintly for happiness? Is that what I’m meant to do? You asked yourself. She was getting further by the second. Hoping faintly for a chance that she’d turn back, you stood there. She never did.
Hoping faintly…
No. You wouldn’t settle for that.
The grapes fell from your hands as you ran towards the girl that you’d so hoped to see again. Four long years you’d tried and failed. Now, with the opportunity right in your grasp, you were certain that you had to make something out of it.
In three more bounds, you were right behind her. Yuna you called, grabbing her by the shoulder. You didn’t give her time to say anything before you turned her around and planted your lips on hers. She yelped, her body tensing as you held her cheeks in the cradle of your palms.
A quiet smack resonated when your lips parted. Yuna trembled in your grasp, teary eyes gazing into yours.
“I’ve been waiting for your love Yuna,” you admitted to her, “for four years, I tried to see you again but I just never could. We said that we wanted to sort out what we meant to each other when we met again, but we failed to do that today. Tell me Yuna—What am I to you?”
She let out a shuddery breath, the smell of grapes saturating the air.
“I-I have to go,” she muttered.
You were tired of waiting.
“Yuna please,” you begged.
She looked away, as if contemplating if she should give you her answer.
“You… You are who I want to love,” she whispered, “I-I thought that… Maybe I was too selfish to ask you to keep loving me for all these years. I-I guess I didn’t expect this selfishness to be rewarded.”
“It isn’t selfish,” you corrected her, “it’s… It’s human Yuna. The desire to want someone to keep loving you, that’s human.”
Her lower lip trembled ever so slightly. “Right… I can only feel like a human when I’m with you.”
Suddenly, nothing else in the world seemed to matter. You pulled her in once more, holding her as tight as she did on the day she left your life. You kissed her, tender and passionate as she gripped the fabric of your jacket. Her perfume was sickly sweet, intoxicating and lulling you deeper into her body as she reciprocated the kiss. Her hair, cold and slightly damp from the snowball you threw at her, was silky, smooth to run your fingers through. The repeated dying of it had definitely affected its quality, but only in the slightest.
Her voice was strained when your lips parted, but you could clearly make out what she’d said.
I don’t want to go back tonight. I want to be here with you.
When the first teardrop rolled down her cheek, you didn’t hesitate to wipe it away.
“You’d be breaking some rules won’t you?” you questioned.
“I’ve broken them before. I can always break them again,” she replied, “humans were made to break some rules after all…”
With a smile, you let your hand slip into hers. It was warm, just like any other human. In her eyes, there was a gleam that every other human could possess. In her smile, there was a sincerity and joy that any other human could show. Sure, the Dispatch article that posted the photo of you kissing Yuna did call it the unexpected relationship between a top idol and a civilian.
But in your eyes, Yuna was as human as anyone could ever be.
Dried things and humanity—An unlikely combination for a love story, but it was certainly fit to start the first chapter of your story with Yuna.
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Hello! A rare, smutless Yuna fic has mad its way onto my blog. I know it'll disappoint a lot of you guys, but this is what I wanted to write, so here we are. Hope you guys enjoy this one. Take a break from the horny and have some simple love <;3.
~Lots of love,
Nichuuu
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omg omg please do mafia yeji as your girlfriend hcs !!
mafia!yeji as your gf hcs
my first thought was that she would probably have problems with expressing her emotions to you. on the other side, it helps her on her job, which is mob boss obv
you’re kinda not interested in all that crime stuff and actually don’t care abt it. you were oblivious of any gangs in your city, so you almost burst out laughing when some dude in front of you explained that you just bumped into mafia leader.
you looked behind him, taking a proper look of the person you bumped into, and, to your surprise, she was stunning… yet, you thought she was about to kill you, her gaze was so cold it almost made you shiver? 😭 anyway… the woman just showed away that guy and she apologised for not watching where she’s going. jokes aside, it made you feel guilty because you were obviously the one who bumped into her and you started apologising too.
she would not hesitate to get to know you, but she just has no clue how to do that properly 😭 she will ask her followers to watch you and will ask them to protect you eventually, as the time goes. well, you could tell that some people that just appear at the same place as yours is weird, and when you were about to yell for help, they reassured you that everything is fine and explained the situation to you. “why can’t she approach me herself then?” you ask, out of curiosity. “our boss is just very humble person.”
you convinced them to make an appointment with her, and when her people told her that she’ll have an appointment with you she lowkey freaked out 🤞🏻😭 she just stood there 🧍🏻♀️ for whole two minutes not even blinking, her followers even started to get nervous but their boss just started mumbling something to herself, mentioning your name 😭
on your appointment date mob boss herself wore a dress, which is quite rare sight to see! she finally tells you her name and since that day you start to get to know each other better.
mafia!yeji as your girlfriend would be such a gentlewoman it makes me pull out my hair tbh… she’s very attentive and cares about you so much, she’ll send her followers to protect you from weirdos and just her enemies every day you go to work, and when she has some stressful situations or days and she hears her follower say 'miss y/n is outside, waiting for you.' yeji becomes most happy person to ever exist. she just loves when you visit her during her working hours and you also make her food, making sure she ate today 😭😭
lots of presents, very expensive ones, it always makes you either gasp or cry. she’ll be like “why are you crying honey? is it bad-“ “no! yeji, darling, its just so expensive!” and she’ll assure you it’s not when we all know the truth 😭 yeji also cries when you make her some expensive or huge presents, she’s very careful w them, because she cherish them 😭🤞🏻🤞🏻 my cutie patootie
yeji will be overall just most sweetest, supportive and caring person ever in relationship with you, which quite surprises her followers ‘cause she always has that cold face expression when she’s on work. but she’ll often will have struggles with showing her emotions, but you surprisingly very patient w her at those times and yeji is very thankful to you for that 😭😭😭
#itzy imagines#kpop imagines#itzy oneshot#kpop oneshots#itzy fluff#yeji fluff#yeji imagines#yeji x reader#yeji x female!reader#yeji x fem reader#kpop fluff
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when she's by your side — unspecified fem!idol
pairing : unspecified fem!idol x gn!afab!reader ➖⟢ genres : fluff, comfort, established relationship ➖⟢ cw : period cramps, mention of pain meds ➖⟢ wc : 0.5K
she hates when she has to be away at work all day, knowing you’re probably curled up in bed, dealing with the pain of your cramps on your own. sure, it’s something you’re used to, but sometimes it’s like she’s more sensitive to your pain than you are. that’s why, the moment she’s home, your girlfriend goes straight to your room, a bag of your favorite snacks and drinks in hand. she sets the bag down, quick to gently pull up the covers and slip in bed beside you.
“hi, darling,” she whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as she carefully pulls you into her. with her arms around you and your head on your chest, you finally feel a bit of relief after a bad day. your pain meds didn’t do much, and even with your heating pad, it’s been hard to find a comfortable position. but in no time, her hand rubbing your sore back and her sweet words have you far more relaxed than you have been all day.
she loves to see the furrow of your brow fade away and the subtle grimace on your lips curve into a far more contented, albeit small, smile. that’s when you can start to ask her about her day, happy to hear her voice instead of the tv characters who’ve served as your entertainment and distraction for the day. by now, she knows that her voice relaxes you, and secretly it makes her heart flutter. so, she gladly goes on and on, laying out the details of her day at work and happily making you laugh softly with silly little happenings between her and her members.
anytime an extra pang of pain interrupts your relaxed state, and your brow creases again and you clench your fist around the fabric of her shirt, she frowns, pausing her stories. if it’s particularly bad, she shushes you softly, running her thumb over your brows and cheeks to relax your face before putting more attention into massaging your back. if that irritates you more, as it sometimes does, she shifts the both of you around until you’re comfortable again. then she’s sure to kiss you softly and remind you how well you’re holding up or ask if there’s anything else she can do for you. she smiles when you just ask for her to keep talking about her day.
but eventually, she only has to stop talking to make sure you don’t fall asleep too early in the evening, gently sitting you up and interrupting herself to get you a light meal that she knows you can easily stomach. in reality, you’d be fine to eat at the table, but she always insists on doing everything she can to make you the most comfortable you could possibly be at every moment. she pulls up your comfort show on her laptop as you eat, and this time it’s much nicer to watch. everything’s just far, far better when she’s by your side.
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–pastry chef?chaeryeong, just kissing and making out. lots of praise!
“okay, try this” your wife carefully climbs next to you in bed and offers a finger to your mouth. she watches as you let it through your lips and make sure to suck the batter right off.
“hm, oh!” you take a second to realize the sweet on your tongue was recognizable “this the macaroons again?”
“yup, they’ll be hopefully edible in a bit” she chuckles, her gaze is still on your lips, and you can physically see the gears in her brain working. you can only imagine what she’s thinking about.
“you so want me to ruin you right now” you chuckle and pretend to go back to your movie. pretend, because you’re waiting for the moment she climbs up your lap and begs for the necessary attention.
chaeryeong has had a difficult week, she thought of a new recipe on wednesday, but something had gone wrong with it every single day since. you knew how important it was to her, so you understood exactly how this was a short little break for her.
“maybe” there she is, playing with your stomach under your shirt.
“you always do this” you chuckle, gently placing the computer on your nightstand. “and you do this to yourself, may i add”
“you may not” she hides her upper lip with her lower one in a smile, and contemplates what to do next.
she’s always been a little shy at first, she chooses to admire you from above, trace the shape of your face and kiss the skin of your shoulder as she smiles endearing.
chaeryeong chuckles slightly and drags herself up to slowly grind on you. she takes your hands and places them on her ass, gives them a squeeze. always looking down to you with a sneaky smirk. you take her hint and slip your hand into her jeans, to squeeze and feel her ass cheeks, digging your nails into it whenever. she positions herself so she can trap your lips with hers, putting her hands on your cheeks as if you were gonna disappear.
pulling away from the kiss, you whisper right against her jawline “you are” you press a kiss to the skin there “the best” a nibble on the same spot next, to which she hisses with her eyes squinted shut, her hips still riding your thigh “baker” your hands squeeze her ass again, another part of her body you loved oh so much “chef” you press a short kiss to her lips and drag her bottom one with her teeth. “wife. everything”
“i love you so much chaer” one of your hands wrap around her neck, it’s tight and restricts some sort of air for her, but it’s still much deeper than just the two of you fucking around. “i will repeat it until you’re sure of it”
and with a few more kisses here and there, her timer yells, and she has to reluctantly pull away from you to keep her discipline from breaking.
#itzy imagine#itzy x reader#itzy imagines#itzy x you#itzy smut#itzy fluff#chaeryeong imagines#chaeryeong smut#chaeryeong blurb#chaeryeong x reader#crj
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Your First Kiss with Itzy 💋
tw: kissing before dating, yeji’s is slightly angsty (inspired by the first kiss in heartstopper,) eating food (lia,) laser tag w/ guns (ryujin,) playful wrestling (chaeryeong,) sharing a bed (yuna)
Yeji:
You paced back and forth across your bedroom as the rain pounded against your window. You barely got any sleep the night before. Every time you started to drift off to sleep, your brain would remind you of that highly embarrassing moment you just experienced.
You were at a party with your crush, Yeji. You both got tired of the loud music and crowded dance floor, so you decided to find an empty room upstairs and take a breather together. There was undeniable chemistry between the two of you as you flirtatiously bantered back and forth. At one point, it got kind of quiet, and with the way she was looking at you, you thought it would be the right moment to kiss her. You were both leaning in slowly, about to connect your lips, when someone knocked on the door looking for her.
“I… I should go…” she told you. You nodded apologetically, and once she was gone, you threw your head in your hands to have a good cry.
When she didn’t text you later that night to ask where you went, you figured she was avoiding you. You must have misread the situation. She was probably just going to kiss you back out of pity. You felt so stupid and gross. You really thought you had lost her forever.
“Y/N, someone’s here to see you.” your roommate said from your doorway.
You jumped at the sudden intrusion, but nodded as if to give them permission to come in. Your roommate stepped back and held out their arm for your visitor. You gasped as Yeji suddenly appeared in front of you, soaked from the rain. Part of you was relieved, and the other part wanted to throw up from anxiety.
“I’ll let you guys talk…” your roommate mumbled, excusing themselves. They immediately understood the vibe in the room, since you had spent most of last night crying to them about what happened between you and Yeji.
You waved goodbye to them, shutting your bedroom door as they left. You turned back around to face Yeji.
“You didn’t bring an umbrella?” you asked with an awkward chuckle.
“I was in a rush to come see you.” she explained. Her hair and clothes were dripping wet, she was bare faced, and her cheeks were tinged pink from the cold air. It was the most beautiful you had ever seen her, which made this hurt so much more.
You swallowed hard, then exhaled to begin your spiel. “Yeji, I’m so sorry about last night. I came on too strong and I should’ve read the situation better.”
“Y/N…” she tried to interrupt, stepping closer to you.
“No, you deserve an apology. I know you probably just kissed me back out of pity.”
“Y/N.”
“And if you never want to talk to me or see me again I totally understand. I wouldn’t want to be associated with me either.”
“Y/N.”
“I completely regret what I did and I’m so-“
You never got to finish that sentence, because Yeji pulled you in by the collar of your shift and crashed her lips against yours. Your eyes widened at first, but once you registered what was happening, they closed and you melted into her touch. This was all you had ever wanted. Her lips were wet from the rain, your hands were on her damp shoulders, and you could feel her cold hands slightly warming up on your waist as the kiss went on. Finally, she pulled back and looked at you with a satisfied smile.
“That was a really nice way of telling me to shut up.” you practically whispered, a relieved smile on your face.
She giggled shyly. “I wanted to kiss you last night, I really did. I just thought the moment was ruined when Ryujin knocked on the door. I tried to find you at the party, but you were just gone, which I understood. I really should have texted you last night, but I was just so overwhelmed and exhausted. I’m sorry.”
You wrapped your arms up behind her neck.”It’s okay. You made up for it.”
She grinned gratefully, tilting her head to kiss you again. It was shorter this time, but just as sweet.
You pulled back, happier than ever. “Alright, let’s get you some warm, dry clothes.”
Lia:
You and Lia had been seeing each other for about a month now. You weren’t quite exclusive yet, but you both really liked each other and hung out quite a bit. You hadn’t gotten more intimate than holding hands and cuddling, but something you recently started doing was giving each other kisses on the cheek.
You were taking a walk in the park together, when suddenly she spotted an ice cream truck. You could see how her face lit up at the sight of it, and asked if she wanted to get some. She nodded sheepishly, and you told her you’d get some while she found you a nice place to sit.
“Alright, I got your favorite! Two scoops of strawberry with rainbow sprinkles!” you beamed as you met her on the park bench.
“Awh, thank you so much!” she beamed, taking it from you gratefully.
You smiled brightly as you sat down next to her, gaze fixed upon her. She just looked so precious, licking up the ice cream that threatened to drip off the cone, holding it with both hands as the sun made her golden hair and pink cheeks practically glow. You couldn’t help yourself, and leaned forward to kiss her on the cheek.
“What did you get-“ she began, turning her head towards you. She was cut off by her lips pressing up against yours, making both your eyes widen.
You quickly pulled away and began apologizing profusely. “Ah I’m sorry! I meant to kiss you on the cheek, but you just turned your head right before I could!”
“It’s okay, Y/N!” she giggled, placing a hand over yours. “To be honest, I’ve been wanting to kiss you on the lips for a while now, but I’m just way too shy to initiate it.”
You breathed out a sigh of relief, placing a hand over your chest. “Oh thank goodness, I thought I just totally ruined this whole thing…”
“Speaking of which… what is ‘this whole thing?’” she asked suddenly. You met her eyes, which were sparkling with curiosity.
“Well, we’ve reached the age old ‘what are we’ conversation…” you chuckled anxiously. “I wouldn’t mind calling you my girlfriend, but I understand if you’re not ready to be exclusive just yet.”
She tapped her chin with her pointer finger, pursing her lips to playfully exaggerate her thoughtful expression. “Hm, well since we just had our first kiss, I think I have to be your girlfriend now.”
You laughed, lacing your fingers with hers. “You don’t have to do anything, but I appreciate the traditional mindset.” you joked.
“Well, I don’t have to do this either.” She gingerly placed a hand on your cheek and tilted her head to curve her lips into yours, on purpose this time. Your eyelids fluttered shut, indulging in the feeling of her lips on yours for a moment before you cautiously brought a hand up to her waist. It was sweet, and tasted like strawberries, and you didn’t want it to ever end. However, you had to pull back eventually, smiling at each other bashfully.
You put your free hand over hers, which was still on your cheek, and gave her a cheshire-cat-like grin. “Aren’t you supposed to be shy?”
Ryujin:
You both were at a laser tag place with all your friends, and things were getting intense. Hyunjin and Jiu had gone rogue and started a guerrilla warfare attack on everyone, and Bella and Heejin were trying to take them down. You were just trying your best to avoid being tagged, running from one hiding place to the other in a chaotic frenzy.
Suddenly, you heard a march of footsteps. Scared of being attacked, you made a run for it clear across the room. It was a risky move, but better than standing like a deer in the headlights. Just as you were about to reach the most vulnerable spot however, a hand gripped your wrist and pulled you down into a tunnel.
“Are you crazy? You could’ve gotten killed!” your rescuer yelled. It was a bit dark, but you immediately recognized it as Ryujin. She seemed to be the only other sane person in your group.
“I didn’t know what else to do.” you explained, breathing heavily from the exertion. “I thought someone was after me.”
She rolled her eyes with a chuckle. “They tried that tactic on me too. They must be getting desperate and wanting to take us as ransom.”
You laughed along with her, resting your back against the wall. “Thanks for saving my hide.”
“Anytime sweetheart.” she winked.
“Ugh, don’t be so greasy…” you cringe-laughed, hitting her on the arm playfully.
“What, you don’t like my flirting?” she mused, feigning shock and betrayal.
“I never said that.” you dared, turning towards her with your arms crossed as to mirror her. “I only meant, if you’re going to flirt with me, do it right.”
She gave you a small smirk, then inched closer to you. She began to brush your hair behind your ear and fiddle with the ends.
“I like what you did with your hair today. It’s really cute.” she complimented you in a low, husky voice.
You gulped. There was always a spark between you and Ryujin, but nothing had ever seem to come of it. You figured she was just flirty with everyone. However, you noticed she never went as far with Jiu or Bella, and Hyunjin and Heejin never flirted back with her. You guys definitely had a special dynamic. You just never knew what to call it. But it seemed like you would gain an answer soon enough.
“You’re a really beautiful girl/guy/person, you know that, right?” she asked rhetorically, eyes tracing over your features admiringly.
She brought a hand up to your cheek, turning your head from side to side as if examining you. “Such bright, sparkly eyes… a cute little nose….” Her gaze was fixed on your lips. “And don’t even get me started on those pretty lips. I’d kiss them, but… I don’t think I’d be able to stop.”
She leaned forward, making you jut your head forward expectantly. Your eyes were about to flutter shut, when she suddenly pulled back.
“How was that?” she teased with a shit-eating grin.
You scoffed offendedly. “Ugh, I hate you Ryujin!”
She raised an eyebrow, still smiling. “Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it?”
You thought to yourself for a second about how you should match her energy. Then, without any warning, you threw a hand behind her neck and pulled her down to crash your lips against hers.
Her eyes gouged out of her head in shock, and she was frozen in place. You pressed your lips to hers for a few seconds, then pulled away with a satisfied smirk. However, soon after, her eyes darkened, and she was looking at you like she absolutely needed more of you. You looked at her hungrily, then dove in for another kiss. She was happy to meet you halfway, hands slipping around your waist to pull you closer.
Buzz!
“Ha! You guys are out!” someone screamed triumphantly.
You both whipped your heads around to see Jiu and Heejin standing at the entrance of the tunnel, guns in hand.
“You guys aren’t even on the same team!” you exclaimed frustratedly.
“We switched partners.” Jiu explained. “I can’t trust Hyunjin anymore.”
“Come on, I think I saw Bella across the room!” Heejin proposed, tugging Jiu away.
You and Ryujin both turned to each other in disbelief. Not only had you just had your first kiss, but you had lost laser tag.
“Well… you wanna go get a pizza and pick up where we left off?” she suggested, a pleasant smile on her face.
“I’d like that.” you told her. You held out your hand, and she took it, leading you both to the exit.
“Do you think they saw us kissing?”
“Who cares, they’re way too invested in the game anyway.”
Chaeryeong:
“Give it back Chae!” you demanded, lunging forward. She quickly jumped out of your trajectory, making you fall face first into the sofa cushion.
“No way! You’ve been keeping your crush a secret from me this whole time, and I’m gonna find out who it is one way or another!” she retaliated, clutching your phone to her chest.
“You can’t!” you pleaded, fumbling around like bambi on ice until you were back on your feet to chase after her.
The two of you were just hanging out at your apartment, waiting for the rest of the girls to show up so you could go out to dinner. However, Chaeryeong had just brought up the fact that Yeji told her you had confessed who your mystery crush was to her over text last night. You of course got defensive, because she was your crush. There was no way she could find out. And Chae being herself, promptly swiped your phone out of your hand and ran off with it.
“You’ll have to catch me first!” she teased, waving your phone around in the air.
You began chasing each other around your living room, ducking and diving past each other. Having no other escape, she hopped onto the coffee table for a vertical advantage, holding your phone up on the air. You tried jumping for it, but it was just too high up. Seeing no other option, you scooped her up in your arms and slammed her down on the couch.
“Give me my phone!” you ordered, pinning her down by her shoulders.
She had it caged between her hands in a tight grasp, refusing to let go. “No! Not until you tell me who your crush is!”
You tried prying her hands open, but she was just too strong. You feigned a defeated sigh, sitting up slightly.
“Fine. I didn’t want it to come to this, but you leave me no choice.” Then, without warning, you began relentlessly tickling her sides.
“No, Y/N, stop!” she pleaded, laughing uncontrollably. She began to squirm and kick her legs to no avail.
You couldn’t help the amused smile that made its way onto your face. “I’ll stop when you give me back my phone!”
With her growing weaker by the second, you finally managed to pry your phone out of her hands, tucking it into your back pocket. Still pinning her down, you loomed overtop of her victoriously.
She suddenly looked up at you with these huge doe eyes, and you realized just how tangled up the two of you were. Legs and arms a mess, sprawled out over the couch, clutching onto each other so you wouldn’t fall off…
You were both panting from the excursion, chests forced up against each other. You glanced down at her lips, which were plump and slightly parted. They seemed to be aching for you to kiss them, and her eyes were practically begging you to. In this moment, it felt right to lean down and brush your lips against hers, so you did. You must have been right, because she pushed her head up the tiniest bit to meet you in the middle.
The kiss was soft and innocent, your lips barely pressed against each others, but just enough to where you could feel each others’ longing. Through her lips, you could feel all of her, and how she wanted this just as much as you did.
When you pulled away, you were both breathless, staring at each other with wide eyes and parted lips.
“I guess I know who your crush is now.” she grinned triumphantly.
You rolled your eyes playfully, leaning down to kiss her again. “You’re such a dork.”
Yuna:
The two of you were hanging out at her place, eating pizza and watching the new episode of the drama you were currently watching together. It was becoming a weekly occurrence, and you would usually sleep over afterward. She insisted on you taking her bed, making herself a little blanket fort on the floor. However, right now you were both on the bed, her head resting on your shoulder as you watched the tv.
“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, he kissed her!” you squealed at the scene playing out. The main couple had finally gotten together.
“What’s the big deal?” Yuna asked apathetically, glancing up at you.
“What do you mean? They’re kissing!” you exclaimed, hands held out in front of you in exaggeration.
“I just don’t get why kissing is such a huge milestone.” she sighed. “I mean, if you really think about it, it’s just two people smashing their lips against one another. It’s kind of weird.”
You chuckled, rolling your eyes. “Wow Yuna, you’d think you’d have never been kissed before with the way you’re talking.”
She just sat their in silence, gaze shifting over to the other side of the room.
You gasped, sitting up. “Oh my gosh, have you never been kissed before?”
“Shut up!” she whined, pushing you playfully. “It’s embarrassing enough already to not have been kissed by the time you’re 19, you don’t need to rub it in!”
“There’s no need to be embarrassed, Yuna…” you reassured her. “You debuted as a 15 year old, and your company was probably really strict on dating rumors. It makes sense that you haven’t really had the opportunity to kiss anyone.”
“Yeah, but still… it’s been almost four years since we debuted, and it still hasn’t happenend…” she huffed, pouting slightly. “Like… what if something’s wrong with me?”
“Yuna, there is nothing wrong with you!” you giggled, grabbing her hands. “You’re perfectly fine. There’s plenty of people who would kill for the chance to kiss you.”
She laughed along with you, then squeezed your hands. “Thanks Y/N. It’s just…”
You looked at her comfortingly. “Yes, what is it?”
She looked down at her lap anxiously before meeting your eyes once again. “Can you be my first kiss?”
You were taken aback at the proposition. I mean, obviously you would love to kiss your beautiful best friend. But what if this changed you mr relationship forever?
“It doesn’t have to mean anything.” she quickly explained. “I just…. want my first kiss to be with someone I trust, you know? Someone who could give me honest feedback.” She leaned forward to look up at you with sparkling eyes. “Please?”
You gulped, blinking a few times. I mean, how could you refuse when she asked so nicely?”
“Okay, I’ll do it.” you told her, straightening up your posture. You cautiously placed your hands on the sides of her face, prompting her to lift her chin up. You inhaled one last time, gathering your courage, and slowly leaned to down to graze her lips softly.
Her eyelids fluttered shut, and after a little while she was melting into the kiss, placing her arms up around your neck. The two of you crashed your lips against each other a few times, poking your tongue between your lips every now and again to wet them. Her hand went up into your hair to tug at the nape, and yours traveled down to rest on her lower back, feeling the bare skin under her crop top. Your chests were pressed against one another, making it easy to feel each others’ rapid heartbeats.
Before things got too steamy, you pulled back, releasing her lips from yours. Her eyes stayed close for a second, but opened again momentarily.
“Wow…” she breathed with the tiniest smile. “I totally understand why kissing is such a big deal.”
“Yeah?” you chuckled airily, still catching your breath. “You’re not disappointed at all?”
She shook her head. “Not in the slightest.”
You nodded, eyes shifting around the room awkwardly. “Um, it’s getting late isn’t it?”
“Yeah, we should probably go to bed!” she agreed, obviously happy to change the subject. She hopped off the bed to get comfortable in her little blanket fort. You both silently curled up into your sleeping positions, ignoring the obvious tension.
“Yuna?” you finally asked before turning the lights off.
“Hm?” she chirped, a satisfied smirk evident on her features.
“Do you wanna sleep up here tonight?”
She happily bounced up from her spot on the floor and under the covers with you, cuddling up to your side. You clicked the lights off and put an arm around her waist, trying hard not to think about how good she smelled, or how your heart was racing, or how warm your cheeks were getting. Maybe this had changed your friendship, but it seemed to be changing in a way that you both liked.
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Dance practice
Type: fluff
Ryujin x idol reader
"Ugh!" You groaned. You've been trying to get this dance right for 5 hours now. Over and over, you did it again. You kept messing up the footwork, and you knew you needed to have this down for your comeback next month. You turned the music on replaying it from the start. You were getting into the music, suddenly the door opened. You didn't realize it until you finished and heard clapping. Startled, you turned to see shin ryujin. She was the most gorgeous, jaw dropping woman you've ever seen. The only downside was you knew she was a flirt. You've liked her since your trainee days, ever since the day she pointed out your shoes were untied. The day she shook your hand and introduced yourself.
Flashback:
"Excuse me, ma'am. Your shoes untied." She looked at you concerned. "Since you're dancing its a little dangerous. What if you fall and get hurt?" She bent down and tied it for you. When she finally got back up she introduced herself. "I'm Shin Ryujin, I'm also a trainee." After a little conversation she walked off and got back to practicing.
End of flashback.
"Great job, y/n!" She smiled. "You looked great." Snapping you out of your trance, you quickly mumble a thank you and try not to look at her for too long. She started practicing as well for the new Itzy comeback. You watched her perfect the moves in the mirror. As you failed yet another attempt, you groaned loudly. Ryujin watched you practice, so she knew some of the steps. "I think I get what you're trying to do. Here." She looked at you for consent before slowly putting her hands on your waist. She guided you through the dance and showed you the footwork. You tried to hide your blushing cheeks when she looked at you with her whisker dimples. You cracked a few jokes, so it was less awkward, and every time she smiled, you couldn't help but melt. Next thing you knew, the distraction was too much, and you fell. "Ah!" You stumbled over and fell to the ground. Ryujin was quick to pick you up, asking a billion times if you were hurt. "Are you okay?" She brushed you off and took a look at your knee. Once she saw it was bleeding a little, she grabbed the first aid kit and helped you. She pulled out a cream and applied it to your knee to clean it. After she grabbed some bandaid options. "Hmm, kitten or puppy?" You gave her your response excitedly, and she gently put the bandaid on. She also grabbed you an ice pack and laid you on the chair. She held it against your knee and found many ways to make you laugh. After a while, it was getting late. She grabbed her things. "You know.. I really enjoyed my time with you, but I don't want this night to end just yet. Would you maybe want to grab dinner?" Did THE shin ryujin ask you out?? You thought quickly before replying with "Well.. I am pretty hungry. Sure, why not?"
The two of you walked down the streets of Seoul to a nice restaurant she knew about. "The city lights are pretty, but they'll never shine as bright as your eyes." When she said this to you, you didn't even know what to say. You took a minute before finally saying thank you and how much you liked her whisker dimples. You two walked into the restaurant and sat down. After a while, she signaled something to the waiter. The waiter came back with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. "Ryujin! How did you know I liked these?" She smiled brightly, saying,"Lucky guess?" When really she asked your best friend, Yunjin. Ryujin has liked you for a long time. She always got caught staring when you walked by. Sure, she usually flirted with girls, but it was because she didn't think she had a chance with you.
"Y/n.. I've been meaning to ask you something. I know I'm a flirt with other people and that you might think badly of me because of it. But I actually really like you, I'd love to get to know you and maybe in the future be your girlfriend."
You looked at her shocked. You didn't know what to say. You thought about it as she nervously waited for an answer. "Y/n?.."
To be continued!
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♡ ITZY RYUJIN x gn!reader
♡ fluff: morning kisses
It’s early in the morning. Too early. You can tell by the darkness in your bedroom that’s only illuminated by the red and orange rays of the sun peeking through the slit between the curtains. There’s no way you would be awake so early, especially on a day-off, but your girlfriend’s soft lips on your skin made you want to open your eyes.
You don’t know why Ryujin woke up and started kissing you, but you don’t mind receiving her attention and giving her yours in return.
“You’re awake?” she asks between kisses and you can only hum before she presses her lips on yours. Apparently, she’s been waiting for you to wake up, so she can do this. Not kissing you, you kissing her.
You wrap your arms around her neck and pull her closer, until her body leans on top of yours completely. You run your fingers through her messy hair, combing through her locks gently as you push your tongue past her lips to deepen the kiss. She hums in satisfaction and you can feel her body relax into your touch.
When the kiss ends, you pull her into your embrace and facing each other on top of the pillows, you press your lips to her forehead. “Let’s go back to sleep, okay?”
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GUESS WHO’S BACK ‼️
In honor of ITZY’s comeback
Reader x ITZY
Returning Home w/ ITZY
Coming home to your love is always the best part
Yeji
She would be so nervous about you coming home after 4 long weeks. What if you didn’t feel the same anymore? What if? Would probably stress-clean the apartment before you arrive. And it would be spotless to say the least. Everything just had to be just right for when you came home.
And just right it was, when you did arrive home, she ran into your arms, just for you to change it to a long-awaited makeout session. Even showing her the flowers you had picked up for her along the way. They were her favorite, proving that you hadn’t fallen in love with her after all. And although you were tired, you were full of adrenaline with being around her again.
Instead of unpacking, you guys decide to just have a long romantic date night. You both get changed and get ready to head out for a night out. Something she really needed, with all the stress of her comeback. You guys decide to get dinner together at your favorite restaurant and catch up on everything that has happened in the past 4 weeks. You end up staying until closing and having to carry Yeji back into your apartment, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Lia
You guys definitely missed each other. Like so much. Like handwritten letters every other day since you left. And so when the day finally came that you were coming home, you were honestly both elated! Yes, you had some good times with your new friends, but nothing could truly compare to being with Lia.
When you do get home, she pulls you into a hug and gives you a signed copy of her comeback cd! Needless to say, you guys have a lot to catch up on. Even though you guys wrote each other everyday, there was still so much else to talk about.
You guys end up staying in bed all day, which was honestly just what you needed after a long day of traveling. She told you more about her comeback and you were finally able to see the music videos she had wrote about recording. Obviously you told her some memories you made while away, but they paled in comparison to a whole comeback.
Ryujin
The moment you step foot into your apartment — bags and all, she jumps you.
“I missed you” she murmurs into your neck.
“I can see that” you say, chuckling.
And don’t expect this to change for literal hours. You manage to set down your bags despite having a literal Koala attached to you. It was clear that today was not going to be the day you unpack your bags. Which was honestly fine with you. For the most part of the day you guys just stay cuddled up on the couch, nodding in and out of sleep.
You guys even manage to cook a dinner for you two, it was a simple chicken and rice, but it was still the first meal you guys had together for 4 weeks. It was honestly perfect for you two.
Chaeryoung
Definitely nervous and worried about you coming home. But the excitement easily overpowers that. You’re finally coming home!! After 4 long, stressful weeks without you, you’d finally be home again. And god, you had a lot to catch up on — daily phone calls still weren’t enough to fully express everything.
So when you do arrive home, she jumps into your arms. And she relishes the feeling of finally being with you again. Like she even cries a little out of happiness of you coming home. And she cries even more when she sees the flowers you bought her. She’s just so happy and full of love now that you’re back.
You guys obviously spend the rest of the day together. She even cooks your favorite dinner since you’re actually home now to enjoy it. My god, she’s missed you and neither of you guys can stop smiling from the joy of being together again.
Yuna
AHHHH!! To say she was excited was an understatement, she was literally counting down the days until your arrival back home!! 4 weeks was far too long to spend apart. She would literally wind up at the airport like 3 hours before your arrival time. She was just that excited to see you again!
In order to kill the 3 hours though, she buys you flowers and even makes a poster for you. God knows how she found a poster making shop in the airport, but anything for you. She’s just so happy that you’re finally coming home. She was so restless without you. But thank god, you’re coming home today, so all is going to go back to normal.
When you do land and come out of the gate, Yuna literally runs into your arms. And obviously you pick her up and give her a little spin. When you eventually put her down, you see her holding the poster and flowers and pull her into another hug. Only to pull away to pull out some flowers of your own for her. Needless to say you both missed each other a lot.
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HBD RYUJIN 🎂
smol bday drabble enjoy :3
looking up at your girlfriend you sigh and roll your eyes as she gives you her infamous pout.
“babe i-“
“no.”
“but-“
“no.”
“b-“
“ryujin for the eighth time i will not be renting a bounce house for you when we live in an apartment complex???”
she pouts and folds her arms clearly upset by your words. trying to think of how to redeem the situation ryujin taps her cheek leaning closer to you.
“kiss me, i’m the birthday girl.” cheeks red you look at your girlfriend who is still tapping her cheek. “if i can’t get a bounce house then i want a kiss from you.”
“you’re so cute.” mumbling to yourself you lean in and give ryujin the longest wettest kiss ever making her giggle and groan. “happy birthday baby. i can’t wait to spend the next thirty with you~”
“thirty??” wrapping her arms around your waist ryujin pulls you closer and leans her forehead against yours. “babe we’re spending eternity together you’re going to have plenty of time to make up for not getting me a bounce house~”
“ryujin.”
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ahhh that was such a cute yeji fic 😭 is it alright if can do a ryu version pls?
-jsj
thank you! your wish is my command ✨
ryujin x fem!reader
You have never pranked your girlfriend before. If anything, she’s always the one pranking you.
Ryujin is a tease, and there’s nothing she takes more pleasure in than annoying you to no end. You decide that you’ve had enough, and that she deserves some payback for all the times she’s poked fun at you.
You see a prank trending where people dodge their partners kisses, and you think it’s enough to at least garner a reaction from Ryujin, without being too extreme.
On the day you decide to act, Ryujin is working. You wait all day for her to come home from her company, and when she does, she looks so tired that you almost back out of the prank.
“Hi, baby,” you say as she walks through the door, but you don’t stand up to greet her like you usually do.
“Hey,” she sounds a little cautious, like she knows something is off, but not exactly what. “How was your day?”
“Mmh, fine. Yours?”
“It was okay. Yeji was a little stressed today, she ran us like the military.”
You laugh, and make your way to the kitchen.
“You hungry? I have some leftover jjajangmyeon in the fridge.”
“Sure.” She goes in to kiss you, and you swerve, playing it off as leaning down to look inside the fridge.
You hold back a laugh as she lets out a disgruntled noise, and take out the container of noodles, placing it on the counter.
You feel her press up against you, pinning you against the counter, her lips at the back of your neck. You shiver and try to scooch away, but she flips you over so you’re facing her. She seems more confused than anything, though you see the beginnings of annoyance in her eyes.
She tries to kiss you again, but you turn your head so that her lips land on your jaw instead. She frowns deeply this time.
“What’s the matter?” She asks, brows furrowed.
“Nothing,” you brush off nonchalantly.
“It’s not nothing. Did something happen?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
You manage to wrestle out of her grip and grab the container of noodles to place them in the microwave. As soon as you stand back up, she grabs you by the waist and kisses you, but you pull away almost immediately. Not that you wanted to, of course. Your resolve almost disappeared the moment her lips touched yours.
“Y/n,” she starts, now visibly upset. “What are you doing?”
“I’m not doing anything,” you insist, though you start to hesitate, and it shows in the tone of your voice.
She gives you a look, one you know too well. It’s the “you better explain yourself before I really get angry” look.
“Just—if I made you upset or something, talk to me? Please? Don’t do…whatever it is you’re doing right now.”
You deflate, unable to keep up appearances in front of your girlfriend.
“I’m sorry, baby,” you give in. “It was just a silly prank I saw online. I’m fine.”
Her eyes narrow.
“You think this is funny, do you?”
You blink.
“No, no, I just wanted to prank you. I’m sorry, honey.”
She softens a little.
“Hmph. Fine.”
Without warning, she grabs you by the collar and pulls you into a deep kiss. This time, you don’t evade it or fight it, instead you sigh and tangle a hand in her hair.
When she pulls away, there’s a glint of mirth in her eyes, coupled with a fire that makes your heart skip a beat.
“Don’t ever do that again. Understand?”
You nod quickly, already leaning in for another kiss.
“Yes, ma’am.”
She huffs a laugh against your lips before kissing you again. And again. And again. The jajangmyeon has gone cold, but neither of you care, too caught up in each other.
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more yeji perhaps :D
Drunken Night
« silly series - 10 »
Yeji x gn!reader
Fluff
synopsis - you and yeji like to push nights until late, and this one somehow gave you a drunk clingy girlfriend
T/W - Alcohol
wordcount - 524
A/N - thank you for your request, anon! more yeji is never a perhaps but a sure thing☝️ in fact i may have more in the vault who knows 🤷♀️
2:12am.
Yeji was starting to stumble over her words, giggling at everything you said. You’ve lost count of how many times she’s kissed you in the last hour alone, she serenated you and begged you to tell her everything about anything.
It was the third time you told her about the way you felt when you first saw her. What you thought of her on your first date. What pushed you to ask her out, to want her as your girlfriend.
You asked her why and how she wasn’t tired of those stories, and what she answered made your question seem like the dumbest ever spoken on this Earth.
“Because I love you. I love us.” She mumbled, her head resting on her crossed arms above her knees.
Her voice was small, her eyes were fighting to stay open but managed to stay focused on your speechless features.
Another giggle left her lips, a slow blink and more words poured out from her heart.
“I wanna know how you feel so I can make sure we last.”
Your eyes left her for a moment in order to smile to yourself. Her words rendered you shy beyond levels you could handle, and she loved to see it.
“Hey, don’t hide from me.” She whined, lifting her head and pulling on your sleeve to get your attention back on her.
You were met with a smile that told you just how much she was glad it worked so fast, and your heart told your brain how much it loved the sight.
“Then stop making me want to hide.” You teased, making her drunk self pout.
“Why are you hiding from my love, does it not make you happy?” She asked and it was your turn to giggle at her words.
“I’ll return you the question. Why would I?” You asked, overwhelming her poor brain. You could tell in the way she stayed silent, staring at you with eyes void of any coherent thought.
It was an amusing sight that occurred a few times already, and you wondered what she could possibly be thinking about every time. Usually you had to snap her out of it, so when her arms suddenly wrapped around you, it came as a fair surprise.
“I don’t know, just don’t hide.” She whined again, her words mushing together to pull a soft chuckle out of you. Her behavior suddenly made sense.
She was sober whenever it happened. The alcohol rendered her a clingy mess, so this was only logical behavior.
“I’m not hiding, Yeji!” You laughed, pulling on her forearm in order to loosen her grip around your neck. “I love you, and you make me very happy.”
Her head lifted from your shoulder, searching for your eyes and the truth in them. She found it quickly, and it was enough to satisfy her heart, but you decided to assure her of it anyway.
“I promise.” Your lips reassured, pushing her to capture them with her own.
The kisses she gave you were a reflection of her mind at the moment: messy and clingy but more importantly, in love.
“Thank you for loving me.” She whispered, a hand still cupping your cheek. Her thumb caressed the warm skin as her gaze dragged over each of your features. “I hope you know I love you too.”
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could you possibly do either hcs or a fic of new itzy member reader who was the each of the girls gay awakening?? i feel like chaeryeong would be panicking and really nervous because she hasnt felt something like this and so strongly too 😭🥹
okay so you were added to the group members lineup at the very last moment, you barely knew any basic info about each members and nearly freaked out when you first actually met them. itzy’s reaction wasn’t so bad, but wasn’t very pleasant either…. at least at first. ever since you performed together, you grew closer to each members. how could they not notice how insanely beautiful you are??? and you were also kind but had a struggle with opening up to new people but anyway, you’re their bff now! or at least for now.
i guess yeji would be so dumbfounded when she realizes that she likes you??? and not in a friendly way??? girlie is so nervous about that fact and she just can’t handle it but to tell to her members but she can’t because they’ve never discussed same-sex relationship before 😭 she always thought she was into guys only, and even if she liked a girl, she would think it was just a friendly sympathy. yeji would also get so smiley around you and will often just smile to her own thoughts. if she will have enough courage to confess to you, she will make her best to do that in private, and also would try to be romantic. but my pookie is just so nervous, she will stutter and almost tripped over when she came 😭🤞🏻🤞🏻 thank goodness you just simply kissed yeji and asked her to be your girlfriend faster than her.
LIA MY BELOVED 😞😞😞 i think she will just simply accept the fact that you’re the first girl she ever liked as not a friend. eventually she’ll ask her gay friends how to confess to you properly and will ask some advices how to give you hints that she likes you lmao 😭 she will always touch your hand, always leaning on your shoulder during breaks on practices and just will rub circles on your arm while holding your hand and you’re just like 🤷🏻♀️ you’re okay w it and don’t really pay attention to it. lia would reveal her feelings by getting jealous when one of members were jokingly flirting with you 😭 she would just storm out of the room, making you confused and go after her. asking her what’s wrong and she will kiss you quickly, and after that lia would get so shy 😭😭🤞🏻 but you just chuckle and hug her tightly, kissing her cheek.
ryujin will just go 🧍🏻♀️ when she realizes that she have feelings for you. girl would occasionally flirt with you but you just laughed it off, thinking it’s just her personality and she will just be like “oh well yep 🧍🏻♀️”. she would complain to other members that it would be easier to have feelings for some guy and not you instead, but you come into the room with “have feelings for who?” and bae will just be “no one 🧍🏻♀️” help 😭😭🤞🏻how she would confess? she would get so wistful one day and it made you feel worried for her. “are you okay ryu?” and she will just automatically nod and not pay attention to anyone. at the end of the day you’ll sit down beside ryujin, telling her that you’re worried about her, and she will just go “i think i like you, y/n. no- i don’t think, just- oh well….” 😭😭😭 she’s so nervous but you calm her down by kissing her nose aww
I AGREE W YOU ON CHAERYEONG. she’s my cutie that nearly freaks out when her friend told her that she has feelings for you 🤞🏻😭 i also think that she will distance herself from you to reflect about her feeling towards you and it will also affect you by making you worried about chae. members would notice that something about you two is wrong and would try to do something about it, for example, they would interrogate chaer that is there’s bad blood between her and you? but she would get so nervous that she would just straight say that she has feeling for you 😭😭 other members would support ryeong and tell some advices how to get closer w you and how to confess. one day members would call you to help them out with something but once you’re at the place, you see only chaeryeong in the room, beautifully dressed and nervously fidgeting her fingers 😭 she would confess to you after a few minutes of overthinking, so scared about your reaction but! you took her hands in yours, telling her that her feelings are mutual and she’s just so happy to hear that 😭😭😭🤞🏻
bae yuna would giggle whenever looking at you and leaving you wondering what was that. she would feel so lightheaded about her feelings to you, that she almost forgot to do or take something. i feel like she would have some diary where she writes about you, her feelings for you and overall just you. she would hide it really hard, thinking that you would think she’s some freak 😭 but aye ryujin would’ve find it first and tease younger shin for that 🤞🏻😭😭😭 but i’m sure ryu would’ve helped yuna to confess to you, giving her some advices. yuna would ask you out to the restaurant, and will calmly confess to you after eating. after hearing your ‘yes’ yuna’s face lit up and she just started kissing your face 🤞🏻😞
#itzy imagines#kpop imagines#yeji x female!reader#lia x female!reader#ryujin x female!reader#chaeryeong x female!reader#yuna x female!reader#itzy x female!reader#itzy x you#itzy soft hours#kpop headcanons#itzy headcanons#kpop fluff#itzy fluff#yeji fluff#lia fluff#ryujin fluff#chaeryeong fluff#yuna fluff
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╰┈➤ ❝ [𝐈𝐓𝐙𝐘 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 || 𝗢𝗧𝟱 ꒱꒱
━━ ❪ . . . the itzy members as different love tropes ♡ ❫
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YEJI ❪ 황예지 ❫ – ⋆·˚ ༘ * holiday romance
❪ ✈ ❫ ━━ it's your first big trip to a foreign country, and all alone, incidents were bound to happen. what made you think taking the train would be easy is beyond your knowledge, because you couldn't read a damn word – anywhere. luckily, someone took note of your deep confusion, and offered a helping hand. her eyes were sharp and yet, full of kindness and warmth. falling for yeji was as easy as knowing left from right. for 3 months straight you never spent a single day apart, and for some that may be overwhelming, but neither of you wanted to waste a second of your limited time together. when your time to fly back home arrived, there was worry in the air, but there was something else too that night... hope ;
❝ forgetting you is out of the question, but until the next, *kisses you deeply, cradling your face with care, and she pours all the words he tears withhold from leaving her heavy heart* ❞
LIA ❪ 최리아 ❫ – ⋆·˚ ༘ * rivals to lovers
❪ 🤝 ❫ ━━ only one person can be at the top of the academic chain at your university, and every year, it comes down between yourself, and your biggest rival, lia. you weren't bitter towards each other, in fact, your friends were convinced there's lia has a thing for you. it was unbelievable at first, until you realized that everytime you were around each other, your eyes always drifted to her... where'd they'd meet hers always gazing back. it was a drunken moment that caused you to ask her out, and you were fully expecting it to go horribly. that is, until the night ended with belly-aching laughter and, well, a kiss. more than one, actually. from then on lia never left you alone until you admitted your feelings and said yes to being hers ;
❝ i'm kicking your ass in that exam next week baby, *says with your favourite smile that reaches her eyes on her face, holding your hand tightly in hers as you walk the hallway to class * ❞
RYUJIN ❪ 신류진 ❫ – ⋆·˚ ༘ * second love
❪ 💌 ❫ ━━ your first love left you in shattered shard of the most perfect wine glass, the delicate feelings it held a lie, and you swore of romance for the next decade of your life. that was the plan, and all it took was a girl with wicked charm for it to go up into wild flames. you were stubborn and guarded for months but, ryujin never gave up. she wasn't overbearing, but always ended up being there in the moments you needed a companion the most. it was slow, but you found yourself wanting her around more, and not just on the occasional run-ins. you were terrified of opening up your heart for another again, but your smiles for ryujin couldn't be faked, and neither could the feelings you developed. she'd become your second, and she promised to be your last. she promised forever, you believed her ;
❝ your heart is safe with me, i'll cherish it forever, my love, *tucks a stray stand of your hair behind you ear, before pressing a delicate kiss to your forehead* ❞
CHAERYEONG ❪ 이채령 ❫ – ⋆·˚ ༘ * friends to lovers
❪ 💏 ❫ ━━ for years you've told each other you loved each other, and it took a singular moment in the snow to realise the depth of which those three words meant. hugs grew longer, cheek kisses drifted closer and closer towards the lips, and gazes turned from friendly to admiration. there was fear, but the excitement overpowerd it, and gave chaeryeong the confidence to warm your shivering lips with hers. it was a simple peck, and then silence, before you're pulling her in by her waist for another. no one was suprised when you broke the news to the rest of your friends, and they were all just simple relieved you two finally realised what truly lied in your hearts ;
❝ no wonder no one ever felt like home, cause it's always been you, *gazes up from your neck into your eyes, her smile the prettiest thing to have even been viewed upon* ❞
YUNA ❪ 신유나 ❫ – ⋆·˚ ༘ * opposites attract
❪ 💞 ❫ ━━ you never thought an outgoing girl like shin yuna from bio would be into someone as quiet as you. you barely interacted in the classes you had together, although she did always smile at you whenever she saw you, and it was always the sight of her two front teeth being bigger than the rest that caused you to smile right back. according to mutual friends you shared, yuna was crushing on you big time. but you never thought it was serious until she showed up at your front door with an assortment of flowers in her hands, claiming she had no idea what kind you were into. unable to resist the giddiness in her aura, you plucked one out, removed the stem, and slid the daisy into her hair. she blushed, and you pecked her pink cheek before grabbing her hand and leading her to a restaurant you knew she'd like. it wasn't to your taste, but if it meant you could see that bunny smile of hers, you'd suck it up and do it all over again ;
❝ you're pretty talented for someone who hates nail polish, *she smirks as you finish her pinky, breathing a sigh as you mutter your signature line 'anything for you, princess,'* ❞
━━━━━━━━❪ all in us ♡ ❫━━━━━━━━
#itzy#itzy ryujin#itzy yuna#itzy yeji#itzy lia#itzy chaeryeong#itzy x reader#itzy x yn#itzy x you#drabble#itzy fluff#itzy midzy#midzy#hwang yeji#choi lia#choi jisu#shin ryujin#lee chaeryeong#shin yuna
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LEE CHAERYEONG | MINE.
lee chaeryeong x fem!reader
cw: fluff, cute nicknames, best friends to lovers, i just love summer and chae 😞 (and her solo song)
summary: ryeongchae, your closest and best friend always loved summer evening hangouts with you.
word count: 605
you huffed, squinting your eyes because of sun. you smiled at the thought of older girl that waits you to come over, as she wanted to hangout today.
chaeryeong is such a good friend you’ve ever had. she’s just so sweet, precious and adorable person, sometimes you doubt that she’s even real. always so nice and caring she’s just too good to be real. it always made you feel mad whenever someone treated her badly and snap back at them.
blinking few times after you realise you were lost in your thoughts about your gf, you finally hurry to chaeryeong.
you honestly doubted your feelings towards older girl. many times you caught yourself thinking how beautiful chae is but doesn’t almost everyone thought like that about their friends? “okay, just image that you’re kissing her… y/n?” you hear lia say as you quickly cover your face with your hands, almost hitting yourself, so she won’t see you blushing. well, let’s just say that’s how you found out that you see chaeryeong more than just a friend.
“y/n! oh, you didn’t had to buy so much…” chaeryeong looked at you, smiling almost apologetically but you quickly assured her. “it’s okay cherry, you said yourself you almost ran out of food in your fridge so it’s not a problem anymore.” you handed her two bags, as older girl was ready to tear up in front of you. “honey, please don’t cry or i’m gonna cry too. let’s watch sunset as you wanted, it’s almost time.” you say, as you hug chae, your hand rubbing her back.
you wish you knew what older girl had in her mind right now. you both sitting on balcony, you can feel warm wind blowing, while chaeryeong looked at the sun setting, you’re lost in your thoughts again.
lee turned her head, now her attention was on you. she never thought how pretty you look with sun rays on you. you mechanically took off your glasses, placing them on top of your head. you’re that type of person who wears glasses almost every time, except for sleep at course, so it was a rare sight to see when you put away your glasses. chaeryeong carefully tuck your hair behind your ear, finally drawing your attention to her, “hm? what is it ryeongie?” you softly ask, making chaeryeong’s heart flutter, you always could do that to her. she shakes her head, her hand is now resting on your shoulder.
oh god, how nervous you are right now. chaeryeong looks absolutely stunning, and her hand on your shoulder makes it harder for you to think properly. “uhm, chae, i-i think-“ all of a sudden you stutter, probably blushing like mad. you sigh, trying to keep yourself calm, while chaeryeong’s smile slowly faded, now she looks at you curiously. you take older girl’s hand in yours, keeping it in its place.
“chaeryeong, i’m sorry for keeping this as a secret from you but… i think i like you, no, i know i like you more than a friend. if it makes you uncomfortable, i’m okay with it, you can reject me but please, can we stay friends? you’re really…” you stop talking, as chaeryeong put finger on your lips, shushing you.
“i hoped you say that.” she whispers, before leaning forward and kissing you, her lips is much softer than you ever imagined. her hand now is on your neck, keeping you close to her, as your hands carefully held her face.
you both part away, as chaeryeong giggles, hiding her smile. you remove her hand, smiling brightly because of her.
“i love you, ryeongchae.”
#styeji.#itzy imagines#kpop imagines#chaeryeong x reader#chaeryeong x fem!reader#itzy fluff#kpop fluff#itzy soft hours#kpop soft hours#chaeryeong fluff
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girlfriend ryujin (itzy) headcanons (wlw)
warnings: mostly sfw with one nsfw mention, intentional lowercase
• she likes to surprise you on your work lunch break from time to time. she’ll text you and wait outside with snacks for you, leaving you with a soft kiss before she has to leave again. she will be there again to take you home though, dont worry.
• on that note, she’s excited to move into with you, but of course wont rush you. she always puts your comfort first. she secretly looks for apartments in the area in her spare time so she can hint about them later hehe.
• she 100% tries to make her own jewellery and makes you some too, especially cute little bracelets with initial beads on them so you guys could match. if she sees you not wearing her latest creation she pouts until you put it on.
• definitely HUGE on touch. she hugs you constantly, or just has her arm wrapped around your waist, tightening her grip if she sees anyone look in your direction for longer than necessary so they know you’re hers and hers only.
• she’s the jealous type!!! she’s the type to stare anyone down that comes close to you. she grips onto you — your arms, waist, hands, anything she can, just to show you’re not free to snatch up. although, she stays silent and only confronts someone vocally if they are reallyyy pushing it. once it gets to that point she can be quite sarcastic and blunt. because why would you even consider picking anyone but ryujin?
• she likes to manspread when she sits, usually resting her elbows by her knees, and she knows that somehow gets to you. if she catches you staring she leans back and taps her thigh with a smug look on her face, waiting for you to give in and come over.
• she’s dominant and prefers to give than receive, but wont ever give up an opportunity to talk you through how to please her. she’s talkative in bed and loves to praise you, calling you her good girl as she touches you. she’s big on sloppy kisses and loves to mark your skin, mainly in places only you two can see, such as your thighs.
• she always wakes you up with multiple good morning kisses all over your face. sometimes she even jumps on you if she gets out of bed before you.
• she will do absolutely ANYTHING for you when you get sick. she basically orders you to stay in bed and rest while she does all the work and feeds you well. she cuddles you, plays with your hair, watches your favourite movies with you… whatever you want or need, she’s already on it.
#ryujinedit#ryujin#ryujinitzy#ryujin itzy#ryujin fanfic#ryujin headcanon#itzy fanfic#itzy fluff#itzy ryujin#itzy smut#wlw community#wlw post#wlw nsft#itzy nsft#ryujin nsft#ryujin fluff#girl group#kpop fluff#kpop nsft#kpop moodboard#itzy moodboard#messy moodboard#itzy fic#lesbian
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