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isanggayfrog · 2 months

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the person you were kissing wasn't me | p.jh

synopsis: it's better to keep some things to yourself.

warnings: angst, fwb situation, idk if i missed anything

you huff as you run, your uniform tie and hair blowing in the wind. the soles of your feet ached from how long you'd been standing at the restaurant you work in, tending to customers and serving dishes.

despite the tire of your bones and the muscles screaming at you to rest, you happily run your way to the home you shared with your best friend jihyo.

well, best friend was one way to label your friendship.

growing up together was probably one of the reasons you and her were so close. met in middle school, stuck together through high school, and now living together as you navigated through college and took on part time jobs.

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the first incident was when you were both fourteen. young teenagers driven by recklessness who believed they were invincible never ended well. that's how you found yourself in detention after skipping school to hang out at the convenience store nearby.

how the teachers never realized that putting partners in crime together in one room was a bad idea, you'll never know. even more of a bad idea was when they left you alone.

so you and jihyo sat in silence, listening hard for footsteps approaching. but none came for a while, so you let your guards down.

she walked over to sit beside you, leaning her head on your shoulder as she picked on her nails. "have you ever kissed someone?"

she said the question so nonchalantly that you barely registered her words. when you did, however, you almost jumped in surprise. "why would you ask me about that?"

"because," she said, turning to look you in the eye, "haven't you ever wondered? kids our age usually do."

"i-i never.. really thought about it."

she made an expression of disbelief. "but aren't you curious?"

you shrugged, resting your cheek on the palm of your hand. "i mean, sure. i've seen enough romance to want to know why people like it."

jihyo looked away, thinking. you watched her side profile, ingraining it into your brain, but admired her as a friend. only as a friend, you always told yourself. you don't like her that way.

when she turned back to you she paused, staring deep into your eyes, before she spoke. "do you want to try?"

"try what?" you whispered, as if the two of you were up to no good once again.

"to kiss," she whispered back, leaning slightly closer. "i've never.. and experiencing it young couldn't hurt, right? i mean, we're just friends trying it out."

just friends, your mind echoed, she only feels that way towards you.

"okay," you breathe out.

and that was only the first time.

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the second incident was a little later in eleventh grade. a new student, austin, had recently joined your school. he was your typical bully - a jock, tall, muscular, a total jerk to those who refuse to grovel at his feet and kiss his shoes.

you loathed that guy.

especially since he never left jihyo alone. you understood why he'd taken a liking to her - but god, couldn't he chase some other girl instead? although, you'd feel bad for whomever he ever took an interest in.

so one day in the cafeteria, you in a conversation with jihyo about the latest biology homework, he pushed through the doors and marched his way to your table.

austin pushed you away by the face and sat between you and jihyo, squishing you against the wall. you grumbled in annoyance, but chose to stay silent.

"hey, jih." he flashed his oh, so charming smile at her, stealing your glass of water and taking a sip. "so, you wanna come over to my house after class? i need your help with, uh, chemistry."

his buddies laughed from behind, with you rolling your eyes and miming a gag.

"um." jihyo was evidently uncomfortable. "no, sorry. i have plans with y/n."

"oh." austin spared you a glare before coming back for another attempt with jihyo. "c'mon, this loser? you'd be spending your time better with me. i could make you have fun."

your nose flared. this guy really needs to go. you watched with narrowed eyes as the glass of water in his hand tilted ever so slightly.

jihyo sighed. "no, i'm really sorry-"

austin poured the glass's contents on jihyo, creating a blotch on her blouse that made the white cloth somewhat see-through.

"oops," austin smiled 'innocently, "my hand slipped. c'mon, sweetheart, i have an extra shirt in my locker-"

"hey, man," you fumed, shoving him away from jihyo. "leave her alone."

he scowled at you, because how dare this lowly worm even talk in his direction? "what are you gonna do, huh? cry to mommy? tell the principal? my dad knows a lot of people, you don't want to mess with me-"

"yeah, go tell your daddy you don't have game." you shed your jacket and wrapped it around jihyo protectively, whose eyes darted around in embarrassment.

"don't- what!" austin spluttered. "how dare you assume that! i could date any girl i wanted!"

"yeah, go ahead!" you shouted. "just not this girl!"

"and why not?"

jihyo answered that for you. she tugged you down and planted her lips firmly on yours. she let the kiss linger for a moment before pulling away and glaring at austin. "because i'm taken."

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it's true the two of you aren't as close as before, or maybe your friendship had simply changed because of time, but she's a little different now. you don't see each other as often despite living together, due to schedules and shifts that don't align.

which is why you're excited to surprise her with your early return home, just before she left for her night shift at the convenience store.

you stop in front of the elevator once you reach your floor, panting. she can't see you so disheveled, so you attempted to fix yourself.

until you heard voices.

you recognized the voice as jihyo, so you peeked from the corner to see who she was talking to.

"you go home safe, alright?" she says to some man, patting his shoulders. "text me when you're home."

your heart almost stops when she gets on her tiptoes to share a passionate kiss with this man.

you can't tear your eyes away, no matter how much the sight drained all happiness from you. every hope of someday confessing your feelings for her evaporated, as did the excitement of getting to surprise her.

but you didn't have the right to be jealous. even though you and her kiss from time to time, and share a lot of things other 'friends' don't share, you weren't officially together. that doesn't mean it can't hurt, or that you can't feel like you'd been betrayed.

so when the man leaves, you pretend to have just arrived and greet jihyo with a smile you hope she didn't realize was fake. "hey, jih! guess who got released early?"

#isanggayfrog #♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪ writing #twice #twice oneshots #twice imagines #one shots #imagines #jihyo #park jihyo #jihyo x reader #gn!reader #jihyo x gn reader #jihyo x female reader #female!reader #male!reader #jihyo x male reader

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cceanvvaves · 8 months

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coffee mugs; p.jh

(moved to isanggayfrog) warning: none

You glared, so she glared harder.

Moving in with Jihyo is, so far, the biggest step you two have taken in this relationship. You used to fantasize about it - think of all the late night talks and breakfasts and bed there would be! However, the first few weeks - months, even - were... worse than expected. The two of you had never lived together before, which meant that you didn't know each other's living habits.

You always fought about little things: where to leave dirty clothes, whether to keep the curtains closed or open, what time to wake up on weekends, and so on, and so forth.

Thankfully, you and Jihyo had sat down and talked and came to agreements, so things became better, and living together became natural for the both of you.

That doesn't mean you didn't get into disagreements from time to time.

Jeongyeon had come over earlier that week with a mug set for you and Jihyo. Unfortunately, you didn't get the chance to open it until now.

There were two mugs inside: a brown mug with the words 'TOP' in white, and a white mug with 'BOTTOM' in brown.

You and Jihyo simultaneously understood that this was one of Jeongyeon's not-so-funny pranks, but the competitive flames in both of you ignited. Neither of you would accept to use the 'BOTTOM' mug, because that would admit that you were... well, the bottom in the relationship.

Of course, the mugs didn't actually connect to your real-life dynamics, but you felt the need to show your dominance nonetheless.

"Y/N, please," Jihyo repeats for the nth time. "Just take it. It's not as if you'd be crowned 'World's Biggest Bottom' or something."

"You begging like that doesn't seem very 'top' either," you point out, somewhat teasing.

"I'm not begging." She huffs. "I'm simply trying to convince you."

"Not gonna happen."

The two of you stand there for a couple more minutes, glaring with your arms crossed in an attempt to intimidate the other. Neither backs down.

"It's just a mug," you finally sigh. Jihyo's eyes light up, but her face falls with your next words. "You take it, it fits you more."

Her lips part. "Are you crazy? What if the girls come over and see me holding that? They would never live it down."

"Then why don't we just keep it in the cupboard?"

Jihyo blinks. It's a logical solution, but she shakes her head. "I'm really close with Jeongyeon. She might feel bad if she doesn't see us using it."

"Then you take it." You purse your lips to prevent yourself from laughing at Jihyo's expression. "I'm pretty sure Jeongyeon only gave this to us for a laugh, Jih."

"I knew that the moment we opened it." She smirks. "I just wanted to see you admit that you were a bottom for me."

"What?" You gasp. "If anything, you're the one who-"

You weren't able to finish your sentence because a pair of soft lips smash onto yours. You immediately melt, hands falling to rest gently on her hips, smiling when you feel her playing with the hair on the back of your neck.

Jihyo's lips part, allowing you to deepen the kiss. You're pretty sure this kiss wasn't innocent - this is definetely still related to the mugs. And you're not losing.

You turn around to pin her carefully on the counter, making sure not to hit the mugs so as to avoid breaking them. Cleaning up wasn't on your to-do list today.

Jihyo's grip on your hair tightens when your hand slips underneath her shirt, your cold fingers caressing her stomach.

Smirking, you pull away only to put your lips on her neck instead, kissing and even softly biting at her skin.

"Not in the kitchen," she forces out, a blissful sigh escaping from her throat when you reach that certain spot.

She whines when you stop. "I'm thinking you didn't kiss me because I looked hot, did you?"

"No," she admits. "I wanted to catch you off-guard and make you agree to take the white one."

"That's cheating," you complain. "But it didn't work anyway, did it?"

"No," she repeats, rolling her eyes.

"Instead it was the other way 'round." You grin.

Jihyo frowns. "I didn't agree to anything."

"Your body certainly did."

"Y/N!" She scolds, lightly slapping your arm.

"What? Forget about the mugs." You're laughing now. You take her hand in yours and kiss the pout off her lips. "You said not in the kitchen. What about in the bedroom, my love?"

#twice #gn!reader #twice imagines #jihyo x reader #park jihyo

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jaehyunsbreadbasket · 2 years

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Kinktober '22 Day 3- Park Jihyo

Prompts: Public sex, Brat taming

Word Count: 804

Synopsis: Jihyo's partner has been teasing her throughout their whole shopping trip, and in the mall food court, she finally snaps.

Consists of: Dom!Jihyo, Sub!AFAB Reader, Public sex, Brat taming, Degradation, Vaginal Fingering, Mommy kink, Humiliation, Reader wears a skirt, Brief breast worship, Mention of strap-on sex

"Shut the fuck up and stop moving," Jihyo angrily whispers in my ear. She acts as if it's totally uncalled for, for me to be squirming around and trying my best to hold back my moans while she's literally fingering me; in public no less. We're in the food court at the mall, completely out in the open, people everywhere you look; God, how shameless can one woman be?

I guess this is what I get though, I brought this onto myself. I know I shouldn't've been teasing Jihyo throughout our whole shopping day: "accidentally" dropping things right in front of her so she'd see me bent over, "subtle" little touches on her body as we stand together, pretending to need help changing into something only to let her have a teasing peak at my bare body. I'm sure the latter was the last straw, but what can I say? I've been craving her all day.

"I-I'm sorry, Mommy...", I'm trying to speak as quietly as I can, desperately not wanting anyone to detect us. It's hard to hold back the moans threatening to come out of my mouth. My eyes are rapidly looking from side to side, praying that I won't catch anyone looking over at us.

"You know what? Now that I think about it, there's really no point in making you be quiet. Your pussy's so loud everyone's probably heard you already...", Jihyo hooks her fingers in me a few times to emphasize the squelching sound as I close my eyes in embarrassment, "But I don't think anyone would be surprised that a slut like you has a nasty, soaking cunt. Or that you're so needy that you have to be tended to in public. How about you open your legs wider so they can hear you better, hm?", she smirks into the side of my neck after she finishes saying hushed words of filth into my ear.

"But-", I start.

"'But' nothing. Open your goddamn legs," fearing upsetting her further, I comply. My skirt rises up my thighs as I spread them; my heart beating out of my chest at how much more exposed I am in this position.

Jihyo thrusts her fingers in and out of me at a steady pace, using her thumb to rub on my clit while she does so. I can see how focused she is on it: eyes staring at my lower half, bottom lip being held by her teeth. I know she must be throbbing too at this point, and a very large part of me wants to relieve her tension: reach over and play with her too. But in the state she's in right now, I know she'll shoo my hand away, "This is supposed to be about you, you're the one who wanted to get fucked so bad," she'd tell me.

That's okay though, I'll take care of her later.

My eyes drift down to Jihyo's tits, and my mouth starts to water. I think back to last night, when I had her plush, heavy mounds hanging in front of my face as she roughly bounced on my strap. I sucked and nibbled on them, leaving hickey's all over her; thinking about the marks still being there turns me on even more. The image of her big, bruised tits brings me closer to the edge.

"M-mommy, I'm gonna-", I grasp onto her arm as she moves her hand faster in and out of me, circles my clit with more pressure than before. To anyone around we probably just look like one of those clingy couples that always have to be touching, cuddling even in the most public of places. I really hope that's what we look like. If only everyone knew what was really going on: that Jihyo was making me fall a part on her fingers in front of their very eyes.

"Let go, whore. Cum on my hand. Let everyone see you reach your peak," She places light kisses on my neck as she brings me closer and closer. After her working me a bit longer, my legs are briskly closing round her arm, shaking softly. My head immediately falls to her shoulder, my whole body spent. Now we really have become one of those clingy couples, me gripping onto Jihyo as my heart settles back to it's natural tempo, she rubs her hand along my back, giving me a soft kiss on my forehead.

She reaches over our table to get a napkin, pulling her hand out of me once my legs open up again and wiping my juices off of her hand, balling the tissue up after, "Let's go home, baby," she grabs my hand with her free one and pulls me up, "but don't think we're done just because I'm being nice to you again," she warns.

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Prompt from: @buckyownsmylife

My Kinktober 2022 Masterlist 🎃

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ryupages · 1 year

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twice reaction — you self harming.

members - oldest line + sana

requested - yes!

genre - angst

warning(s) - blood, suicidal thoughts, cuts / cutting, depressing themes

note - the requests i’ve gotten for me to write sh reactions with different groups, is bittersweet. i’m glad u guys find comfort in it, but i also hope you are ok. i hope you are healthy and take care of yourself <3

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nayeon — 나연

it was too much to handle. nayeon knew you struggled with self love and acceptance, she held you whenever you had nightmares about your troubled past. that part never bothered nayeon, she loved to be the one you seek comfort from.

so now, to be standing here, eyes never leaving the scars on your arm.. it was too much. for the first time, she just didn’t know what to do. she never realised how long she was staring until you softly spoke.

“nayeon?” her head snapped up to look at you, realising how anxious you were.

she didn’t want you to think that she was judging you; that’s far from what she was doing. after what felt like forever, you watched as she left the room. you felt more anxious, wondering if you pushed her away. you sat on your shared bed, wanting to cry. you always appreciated the times she was there for you, but what if this is her breaking point?

after maybe fifteen minutes, nayeon returned. arms filled with snacks, bandages, and extra blankets, she smiled as she wobbled her way to you. she set everything down on the bed, before plopping down next to you.

“we are going to watch your favourite movies, and if you wanna talk about anything, we can do that too.” nayeon gave a big smile, and you couldn’t help but mirror her expression.

you spent the rest of your night in nayeon’s hold, feeling at home in her arms. even with this, she never looked at you differently, and you loved that. you knew you were gonna be okay with nayeon next to you.

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jeongyeon - 정연

jeongyeon completely understood your struggle to accept yourself as the way you are. she knew it wasn’t an easy journey to learn to love yourself, so she always made sure to let you know how beautiful you are.

but, even her words weren’t enough sometimes. you tried to do anything to fight the urges, but the thoughts you had about yourself never left you alone. you fought with yourself, trying to everything but pick up the blade. in the end, you caved in, going into the bathroom to find a razor.

you looked at your arm, now covered in new scars. you felt nothing but shame as you began cleaning yourself up. but the sound coming from downstairs made your heart drop all the way to your stomach.

your girlfriend was home.

you panicked as you quickly rushed into your shared bedroom, looking through the closet. you grabbed and threw on the first hoodie you saw before rushing downstairs to greet your girlfriend. you felt the panic leave your body as you saw jeongyeon, your smile growing as she noticed you and had a smile of her own.

“hi, my love!” you beamed, opening your arms to jeongyeon.

she smiled even bigger and began to move towards you, but halted immediately. you began to grow confused, looking at her eyes and trying to see what she was looking at. for the second time that evening, your heart fell to your stomach.

you had spots of blood on your hand.

“what happened? did you accidentally hurt yourself?” you stayed silent, your arms instantly dropping to your sides as your fingers played with the sleeves of your hoodie. it all began to hit jeongyeon like a brick, and she already felt tears form in her eyes.

“y/n..” she said, barely above a whisper as she slowly approached you.

she tried to lift up your sleeve for a better look, but you pulled your arm back instantly. she winced, unsure of what to say. she took you in her arms and spent the rest of the night tending to your cuts, thinking of ways to get you help before it’s too late.

“i love you so much, y/n. you’re not alone, i promise. bear with me, just a little longer.”

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momo — 모모

after dating for a long while, about two years, you had confided in momo about your history of depression and self harm. she was shocked, to say the least, but she never wanted you to feel uneasy or uncomfortable around her so she pushed away her shock and reassured you that she understood, that she still loves you.

what she didn’t know was that you were still doing it.

“y/n, can i ask you something?” you looked up from your book, noticing the serious look resting on momo’s face.

concerned, you quickly nod and carefully watch as she plops on the couch next to you. your mind was running laps as you waited for her to speak.

“so.. i was washing your clothes and i noticed some blood on the sleeves of your sweater.” you didn’t notice that you had stopped breathing for a moment.

momo took in your reaction, which confirmed what she was thinking. she ripped her eyes from you and stared at the ground. it was silent for a moment, with you not knowing what to say and momo trying to recollect herself and her thoughts.

finally, she looked up at you again, blinking away any tears that dared to fall. she smiled gently as she grabbed your hands, her thumb massaging your knuckles.

“next time, if you ever feel like.. you know, you can tell me.” momo spoke softly, her grip on your hands gentle yet firm. “i don’t care if i’m out doing something or if it’s 2 o’clock in the morning.”

the floodgates finally broke open, and momo pulled you closer to her and let you cry onto her shoulder. you mumbled the words “thank you” repeatedly as she rubbed your back soothingly.

you never felt more grateful than right now. at least you had a little bit more hope that you were gonna be okay.

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sana — 사나

her positive and cheerful demeanor made it impossible for you to open up to her. she spreads smiles wherever she went, you don’t even remember the last time you saw a frown on her face. you thought that if you told her, she’d crack and lose that warmth she possessed; so you decided against it.

sana left for practice not too long ago, so with the coast clear, you headed into your closet. after rummaging through clothes and shoes, you found the blades you were looking for. a tight, bitter grin fell onto your face. you walked over to your bed, sitting on the edge as you lift up your sleeve. thoughts begin to swarm in your head, making you feel numb as you place the blade on your arm.

“hey, y/n! is my bag in our room?”

your stomach tightened in fear as the door opened, revealing your girlfriend, frantically looking around your shared bedroom.

“i completely forgot my bag, have you seen—”

sana’s eyes finally laid upon you, her breathing coming to a halt as she scans the scene in front of her. you only watch in terror as her face falls as she keeps staring at your arm and the blade in your hand.

“y/n.. what is.. what are you..” she was so lost.

why? why were you doing this? how long? why didn’t you tell her this? were you ashamed? embarrassed? sana had so many questions that she wanted answered. but looking at your tearful and scared expression, she figured those questions could come later.

sana made her way over to you, gently taking the blade out of your hands and placing it on the nightstand. she sat next to you, grabbing your waist and lifting you onto her lap. she rocked you back and forth, whispering sweet nothings in your ear and reassuring you that you’ll be okay, that she’s here to help you and that it’s not your fault.

it broke her heart that you were struggling with this on your own, and she didn’t even notice. sana mentally promised to you that she would help you, that one day you won’t feel the need to do this to yourself anymore.

“i love you, y/n. please never hide something so delicate again.”

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a/n :: gifs are not mine!! credits go to those who created them <3

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tzuu-ii · 1 year

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Masterlist !!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥.·:*¨ ✘♚✘ ¨*:·. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

Angst (🦢)

Fluff(🍡)

Smut/Suggestive(🌷)

Twice :3

Nayeon

Wallflower pt.1 (??)

Wallflower pt.2 (??)

Wallflower pt.3 (??)

Wallflower pt.4 (??)

Jeongyeon

‘Missing You’🍡🌷

‘Doughnut” 🦢

Momo

‘It’s too Fucking Late for this…’ 🍡

Sana

‘I’m Sorry, Jagi’🦢

Jihyo

‘Dancing in the rain’ 🍡

Mina

‘I’ve Done it Now’🦢

Dahyun

‘Angel and Devil’🍡

'Angel and Devil Pt.2'🍡

Chaeyoung

‘LibidO’ 🌷

Tzuyu

Wait! You like me?! 🦢🍡

#masterlist #twice #nayeon #jeongyeon #hirai momo #twice sana #jihyo #myoui mina #dahyun #chaeyoung #tzuyu #x fem!reader #x gn reader

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raainberry · 2 months

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I’m so glad you got lost

Jihyo x gn!reader

Fluff

synopsis - helping a damsel in distress like in the old times still works like a charm (you’re a security guard at a music festival and Jihyo appreciates both your help and looks)

worcount - 2.9K

T/W - none i think, but like cute summer vibes, first meeting, sweet moments, you’re whipped for her, the usual stuff

A/N - lowkey struggled, tried to get a bit out of my comfort zone by adding a little more desc but not mad at how it turned out

The outdoor festival Jihyo and her friends chose to spend their weekend at was a success. The atmosphere was vibrant, fun and exciting, the music was good, the food was even better, but perfection is just never possible.

Something had to go wrong or else it wouldn’t fun.

Losing a few people in a friend group as large as hers is understandable and not uncommon. It’s expected, maybe even fate, but only losing one? Now it just felt like luck was involved and there wasn’t any on her side as Jihyo found herself to be that one lost friend.

She tried to scan the elated faces surrounding her for signs of more familiar ones in vain. She could feel a sense of mild unease creeping over her as the crowd seemed to grow denser, making it all the more difficult to locate anything familiar by the minute.

She was slowly feeling herself losing grip over the situation when a gentle hand found its way to her shoulder.

The sudden contact startled her though, and she turned to see who it belonged to. Last thing she expected to face was a warm, comforting smile.

"Hi! You look like you’re on a mission,” you chuckled. “Need a little help?" you offered over the loud music.

Jihyo’s eyes quickly noticed your attire, and if the black and bulky clothes you wore didn’t make it evident enough, the “security” arm band did enough on its own. She’s never been more thankful for assistance in her life, and a flicker of relief crossed her features as she nodded.

"I'm looking for my friends, there’s no service and it's getting a bit overwhelming.” she explained, her voice barely audible.

You nodded understandingly, and gestured for her to follow you. With practiced ease, you navigated through the crowd while Jihyo trailed close.

Your familiarity with the festival grounds seemed to guide you effortlessly, and maybe it was the distress she was in, mixed with the fact that you jumped in to save her when no one seemed to care—maybe the uniform had its hand in as well, but… You looked pretty cute.

The soft and warm smile, the gentle and protective gaze as you looked back at her every once in a while, making sure she followed suit—and the hand… The way your hand brushed against her exposed skin as you guided her; never daring to rest it on her arm, her back…

The subtle spark your touch ignited didn’t go unnoticed on your end either.

In fact it was very much felt. Though you were focused on getting your job done, part of your attention was monopolised by her appearance.

Jihyo, a name you had yet to learn, was certainly one of the prettiest sights this weekend outdoors offered. The make up she wore was flattering, highlighting features you found to be among your favorite in people. They looked even better on her.

You crossed eyes with her brown ones a few times on your way over to the security post. The hints of worry as she looked around tugged at your heart, feeling a sudden need to protect her beyond the way your duty called for.

“Let's see if we can spot them from here." You said, holding on to the bit of professionalism left in you before helping her up the ladder to reach the small elevated shed.

It was a sort of temporary lifguard tower imitation. Your colleagues referred to it as a base to make it sound fancier—which you mocked them for multiple times—but part of you hesitated to use the word in case it would impress the damsel you’d brought over.

You judged against it though, something your future self would be thankful for, and instead guided the woman up to the railing surrounding it.

The vantage point offered a broad view over the better half of the festival, and her eyes wasted no time in scanning the animated sea of festival-goers.

You joined the search only a second later, snapping yourself out of the micro-trance her sculpted arm sent you in when she brought her hand up to shield her eyes.

You don’t know how long it took, if the silence as your gaze flitted from one cluster of people to another was awkward or not; but she ended reuniting with her friends.

Their shouts for her as they noticed her up the tower from the ground taught you her name, and you had a hard time tellibg whether your smile was because of how funny their desperate waving looked from up there, or because of the way her name fit every idea of her your mind had managed to come up with.

A wave of relief washed over Jihyo, and you were sure to never forget that grateful smile she sent you before rushing to friends.

Who knows how they got separated. The thought was very much far out of line, but you were glad she got lost.

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As the day melted into the night, the festival began to wind down, and the crowd started to thin out.

Jihyo and her friends made their way towards the exit, with the day's excitement still clinging to their spirits. A bunch of memories were made that day, all ranking in their own degree of wholesomeness.

The smile on Jihyo’s lips was subtle, her mind lost in the remnants of her emotions as she walked surrounded by the people she cared so much about.

Their intensity was exhausting, and little did she know this festival had just one more thing to make her feel, and her friends were very much happy to help with that.

As the group approached the exit, they spotted you there, your attentive gaze scanning the departing crowd. A quiet presence amidst the festival's crescendo.

Jeongyeon, her most daring friend couldn't resist her own playful nature as she hurried to tease Jihyo, "Look, your savior’s still on duty.” Her elbow nudged into her best friend’s back a couple times as her messing around soon received back up.

“Why don't we go and say thank you for helping you?" Sana giggled, not bothering to wait for an answer from anyone, much less Jihyo as she made her way over to you.

The sight of a bubbly woman darting towards you was enough to get you on alert. Sana was oblivious to the walls you’d put up, and the ease with which she knocked them down was alarming.

You guessed her charm had a lot to do with it, but recognizing her as one of Jihyo’s friends from earlier did most of the job. As soon as you did, your gaze was quick to find the rest of the group approaching you.

Among them stood Jihyo, who stayed silent as they expressed their appreciation for your assistance earlier in the day.

Half their words didn’t make it to your brain, which was crazy considering there wasn’t many. In the moment, you found Jihyo’s silence to be much more interesting and important than anything else.

Teasing words and drunk people needing guidance could wait, you had an opportunity to take.

Your eyes met, and the sparks you caught in them were undoubtedly fueled by each other’s lingering effects ghosting over your skin. It seemed you could communicate without uttering a word, but you still needed her friends to make anything of this miracle.

The two of you exchanged numbers amidst the playful teasing of her friends, their laughter and banter serving as a backdrop to this tentative yet promising connection.

As she struggled to type in the right numbers in the correct order in your phone, Jihyo could only thank the moon for hiding the blush burning into her cheeks at the thought of everything this could lead to…

—

Well, back to square one apparently. Although the year it took to get there brought some wonderful changes.

“I can’t believe I’m back here again…” You sighed in disbelief over the situation.

You knew history repeats itself or whatever, and sure the romance you’ve built with Jihyo was one for the books, but damn… Losing your friends twice at the same festival is just too much.

While the situation kind of annoyed you, Jihyo seemed amused by it, laughing as she turned to you after a quick scan of the area. “Y/n, stop whining, it’s like a full circle moment, isn’t that fun?”

“Okay, but how do you lose eight people at once, I don’t understand.” You whined even more, frustrated, but the feeling was weak compared to the smile that cracked through your façade when you met your girlfriend’s pretty eyes.

They had a mischievous twinkle in them as she suggested, “Okay, let’s use your useless height. Let me climb on your shoulders,” she tapped on them and you lowered yourself down. “I’ll see if they’re anywhere near.”

“If that’s what you wanted all along you could have just said so.” You mumbled. “Didn’t have to lose everyone…”

A playful grin tugged at the corner of her lips as you caught her shameless one. You couldn’t resist her infectious joy. It only took you a few seconds to secure Jihyo onto your shoulders, and you went on to navigate through the scattered sea of people, laughter blending with the distant music.

"See them yet?" You asked after a while of weaving through the crowd. Jihyo shook her head, her hair swaying with the motion. "No," she frowned, gaze sweeping over the people’s head in search of the same familiar faces.

Apparently you took that as a sign to let her down, and she found out when you suddenly stopped in your tracks, crouching down to make her step down safely. Key word was sudden; Jihyo was not ready for the drop and ended up reaching for your hair out of survival instinct, accidentally tugging on it.

That hurt, naturally, so you let out a half genuine whine and brought a soothing hand to the top of your head as she tried to do some damage control. She’d made it down unharmed, but at what cost.

“Oh, baby I’m sorry—” She laughed through her apology, and although you didn’t doubt her concern, her laughter did make the mocking come out on top.

Her hands tried to convince you otherwise, gently brushing your hair away from your face. You felt a rush of warmth as Jihyo's fingers brushed against your skin, her touch sending that same old shiver down your spine.

Despite her obvious amusement, there was an undeniable tenderness in her actions as she cupped your chin, her gaze scanning your features for any signs of discomfort. You couldn’t help but lean into her touch, appreciating how close she was.

“You should have warned me, did it actually hurt?” She asked and you pouted your lips in hopes to get a healing kiss from her own.

“Kind of.” You said, but she only gave you a few mocking giggles, making you sulk even more.

“I’m really sorry.” Jihyo's laughter was infectious, filling the air with joy as she peppered kisses all over you. You could feel the pain fading with each one of them. Each touch of her lips against your head, your forehead, spilling over your temples…

Placebo effect or the healing power of love, whichever it was, it worked.

It was in moments like these, where you stood together, lost in your own little world, that you realized how grateful you were for her and the love and warmth she’d brought into your life.

“Well, there you are!” A familiar voice you recognized as Nayeon’s pulled your eyes off each other, finding the rest of the group trailing behind her. “We’ve been looking everywhere, stop wandering off!”

“Yeah, or just get a room. No one wants to see this.” Jeongyeon gestured to the two of you, waving her hand around in a way that pulled a laugh out of everyone.

You only shared an amused look with Jihyo, a silent understanding prompting the two of you to playfully stick your tongues out in response, brushing off the harmless teasing.

—

Jihyo is competitive.

You knew that by now and learned the hard way. The only reason you don’t cry when she renders you bankrupt in Monopoly is because you’re cut from the same cloth.

She’d found her match in more ways than one, and her friends were oh so delighted, taking any opportunity to turn games into a true and free show by putting the two of you on opposite teams.

“You don’t stand a chance.” You told Jihyo, grabbing the cornbags from the friendly festival-goers who’d put up the game and turned it into a side attraction.

Trashtalk isn’t the most loving kind of talk, but the two of you kept it playful and harmless, taking it as a form of bonding.

“I love you.” Jihyo answered, ignoring your words, and her knowing look startling you into a horrifying realisation.

How could you forget about the pre-game vows…

“Right, I love you too.” You smiled, quickly going over to her side in order to lay a shy kiss on her cheek. The gesture pulled a few aw’s and laughs from the small crowd around, but you could very well distinguish your friend’s teasing as you went back to your side.

The game started shortly after with Jihyo opening it. She never went easy on you, and neither did you, to everyone’s pleasure.

The way you bickered, trying to destabilize and distract each other in each round was a highlight of a lot of people’s night.

While you tried to stay civil, only sticking to playful taunts and harmless cheating claims, your girlfriend went as far as stealing one of your bags.

Honestly you weren’t mad she did it, you were only mad you didn’t do it first because the point she made with it was counted by the appointed referee, along with the crowd’s approval.

It was everything but fairplay, but it was a good time. A memory you’d cherish for a long time.

“Congratulations, Hyo.” You shook her hand and she chuckled at you formal greeting. “I hope you know I let you win.”

Her laugh resonated amidst people’s cheers and playful protests from the ones who’d been cheering for you.

The smile on your face stuck around even when she landed a playful swat on your shoulder. If it weren’t her you’d be sulking like never before. She was the only one you’d be glad to lose against.

—

The chaotic search earlier didn’t teach you anything. That same evening you wandered off again, although this time you did at least agree on a place to meet back at.

As the night slowly settled in the sky, moon and stars rising to offer a gentle lighting support to the ones the festival offered, the two of you embarked on a stroll around the grounds you were still familiar with somehow.

Hands clinging to the other, fingers intertwined and shared giggles marked the way you’d remember the moment.

After a while, you walked into a quieter, more secluded area where nature seemed to hush the lively music still blasting from the stages afar.

The playful twinkle in your eye was hard to miss and stay indifferent to for Jihyo as you sat down, arms wide open and inviting.

You recognized the grin she sent you before ignoring the arms she was actually dying to feel around her. She went to sit next to you instead, prompting your shoulders to sink down with your arms.

“Why are you so mean to me today…” You sighed, wonder dramatically evident on tour face.

Jihyo chuckled, a soothing sound that brought more comfort to the bubble you were immersing yourselves in. “I’m not mean, you just made it really easy for me to tease you,” she shrugged, eyes wiping her nonchalant words with the affection they held for you.

Your smile returned when she carried herself into your lap shortly after, shifting herself to comfortably rest her back against your chest.

A quiet conversation eased itself between the two of you, soft and shy words reminiscent of the path you’d shared together so far as you mindlessly cuddled her; your gentle swaying a soothing rhythm.

“Do you remember when we met here?” Your voice sounded a little more nostalgic than you meant as you spoke.

Jihyo’s gaze softened on the flowers standing in the grass she was picking at. “Of course I do. It was only a year ago.”

“Feels longer, though, no?” You asked, wondering if she felt the same for a few seconds. The bond you’d developed was so strong, sometimes you forgot it was only your 8th month together coming up.

Everything was still so fresh, yet intense in the most perfect way. You could only hope she was on the same page.

“It does.” She admitted quietly. “It’s a little scary to think about sometimes.”

You recognized the nerves in the small laugh she let out, and you focused on softening the patterns your fingers caressed over her upper arm as she continued. “I mean… I was hopeful when I gave you my number, but I really didn’t think it’d amount to anything close to what we have.”

A small smile tugged at your lips upon hearing her words. It was enough reassurance for your heart. “You know, I never told you this, but… I thought this then and I think it now; I’m so glad you got lost that day.”

Her giggles sounded amazing breaking the peace and quiet you were getting used to, and she suddenly sat up to look at you in an amused kind of disbelief.

“Seriously?”

“I’m sorry, but you looked so pretty, and your smile almost made me faint; what else was I supposed to think?”

“Really?” She said slyly, poking at your chest. “What else happened?”

“Well, there’s not much. We barely spoke and acknowledged each other for like ten minutes tops.” You reminded, and the truth only made her roll her eyes before bringing you in for a kiss.

Her sudden impulse led you to share a quick, tender kiss, something you almost considered a moment of weakness when you pulled away on instinct, expecting the girls’ banter and teasing.

You could only laugh at each other when you realized you were alone. Happiness bubbled between the two of you, pushing Jihyo to draw you back into a sweet, deeper kiss.

It didn’t last long though, as your embrace soon got interrupted by the sudden burst of fireworks further away.

Right, that’s what you’d wandered off for this time.

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seoltzuki · 14 days

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Persona

jihyo x gn reader

fluff, very unserious, suggestive (kinda), not proofread

wannabe player jihyo

You know it’s not the smartest idea, but it feels like it’s the only option to shake things up.

Nayeon’s been urging you all evening, saying, "Just get on a dating app, y/n. It’s easier to find someone who wants to hook up on there. And better yet, with no strings attached since you’re so allergic to falling in love and settling down."

You huffed and rolled your eyes. No need for her to be so… brutally honest. And so caved in. You downloaded the app and started scrolling through it. You swiped on pretty faces, ignoring those seeking long-term relationships, until one profile grabbed your attention.

Despite its douchy and fuckboy-ish vibe, you couldn’t help but be drawn to this person’s profile.

Jihyo.

Her photos showcased her with well-defined abs glistening under gym lights, another captured her in full hockey gear, while another showed her casually sporting a backward cap, adding a touch of laid-back douchiness.

Let’s not talk about her bio, which ew by the way… You cringed as you read it,

6’1 when I stand on my money.

ps: my couch pulls out, but I don’t when I’m strapped up👅💦

You gag at this but still swipe right. It’s clear she’s looking for the same casual fun as you are. And as expected, you both match, confirming your mutual interest in a no-strings-attached connection.

You begin texting Jihyo, and the conversations quickly become flirty, bordering on explicit. This back-and-forth continues for a week until Jihyo takes the initiative to set up a date to meet in person.

She suggests grabbing a quick bite at a fast food joint near her place. You find the idea crass and somewhat unappealing; after all, why bother with a lame meal when you could just head straight to her place for some action?

Nonetheless, you agree. Jihyo manages to sway you with another teasing message: “You’ll need energy if you wanna keep up with me, angel ;)”

The day arrives, and despite knowing it’s just a one-time thing, you find yourself oddly excited. You debate whether it’s worth dressing up for the occasion, knowing you’ll likely never see her again after tonight, but you make the effort anyway.

As you commute to the shitty fast food joint, a text from Jihyo pops up: “hey! I’m already here. I’m gonna be waiting for you at the bus stop, no rush :)”

You frown at first, but then a small smile creeps onto your face. It’s strange to receive such a normal and sweet text from her.

You feel a flutter in your stomach, but you quickly dismiss it. This is just a one-time thing, you remind yourself, as you gather your things to to hop off the bus.

Stepping onto the sidewalk, you glance around, expecting to spot Jihyo. However, she’s nowhere in sight until you hear your name being called. You look past the man who was hiding Jihyo, and as she steps forward, you realize she’s even shorter than you had imagined.

"I hope the ride here wasn’t too bad. Ready to eat?" She smiles wide, and you can't help but notice how much cuter she is in person than you had imagined.

You nod, following her into the restaurant. She walks with a pep in her step, and you can't help but admire how cute she looks in her baggy jeans, oversized shirt, and that damn backward hat. It's nothing like the pictures she had on her profile.

A cutie.

She orders and pays for both of you, and you can't help but slip out, "You must be really rich then."

She frowns, her lower lip popping out in a pout. "I mean-" she starts to explain, but you cut her off, "your bio. 6'1 when I stand on my money, remember?" You tease, then casually munch on your fries.

Her eyebrows arch in surprise, and a blush tinges her cheeks. "Gosh, I forgot about that. I’m sorry, it’s-"

"You’re cute."

Her blush deepens, and she adjusts her hat, offering you a shy smile.

As the conversation flows, you find yourself enjoying Jihyo’s company more than you expected. Her easygoing nature and genuine laughter put you at ease, and you start to forget about the initial awkwardness of the situation.

You notice her little quirks—the way she looks incredibly angry when she takes a delicious bite of her hamburger, that big smile that makes her eyes almost disappear, the way she gives you her full attention when you speak… It’s becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the flutter in your stomach.

She then offers you to come over for some dessert, and you can't say no. After all, this is what you originally came for anyway.

The walk to her place is short, and when you arrive, you brace yourself for the typical "fuckboy" house—a mess, dishes piled in the sink, and a less-than-ideal bathroom. However, when she welcomes you inside, you're taken aback. The place is pristine and beautifully decorated. You start to wonder if her dating profile was all just a facade.

You prepare yourself for the "dessert" as she instruct you to get comfortable. Taking a seat on the couch, you anticipate what's to come, but to your surprise, she returns with a tray to the coffee table in the center of the living room. The tray has an array of treats—brownies, cookies, and mochi—and hold up, are they homemade too!?

"I’ve made them for you! For tonight! Have a taste!" She says with pride, her smile wide and chest puffed out.

You take a cookie and bite into it, moaning at the delicious taste. It's so good that you kind of want to murder her for being such a good baker, but also for messing up your flow.

You guys should’ve been in bed by now.

She flops beside you, still smiling. “It’s so good,” you remark, savouring the last bite of the cookie.

“Yeah? I’m glad you like it, wasn’t sure what you were gonna be into,” she says, her eyes fixed on you.

As you meet her gaze, you sink further into the cozy couch. She removes her hat, allowing her curls to cascade, and you're taken aback by her beauty.

She runs her fingers through her hair before settling in, her arm draped over the back of the couch, hand supporting her chin. She continues to watch you, and you feel your cheeks flush under her gaze.

"I don’t think I’ve had the chance to tell you how beautiful you are, y/n," Jihyo says softly, her eyes scanning your face.

She bites the inside of her cheek and briefly lets her eyes drift down to take you all in. You smile shyly, noticing the subtle shift in her demeanor. Perhaps the "fuckboy" from her profile is finally making an appearance now.

Your hands sink into her sofa, and you hum, "This isn’t a pull out couch."

Jihyo’s eyes linger on yours, a teasing glint dancing in them.

"Never owned a pull out couch," she responds, her tone low and suggestive, "but I do have the strap."

You roll your eyes, but the shiver that runs down your spine betrays your true feelings. She smiles softly again, her gaze locked with yours as you edge closer to her.

"You're too crude, Jihyo. It’s not charming," you tease, allowing your fingers to trace a pattern along her arm, the tension between you growing.

"I may be crude, but hey, having a pretty person right beside me makes up for it, don't you think?" she whispers, edging closer. Her breath grazes your lips, igniting a surge of excitement within you.

And then, with a delicate touch, her lips meet yours in a tender, lingering kiss. The sensation is electric, your body melting into the moment as you get lost in the softness of her lips against yours.

A shared breath and she gives another kiss, deeper than the last. Her lips press against yours with a newfound urgency. You feel the softness of her touch as her hands slide to the back of your neck, gently pulling you closer.

A soft moan escapes your lips in response to the sensation, and she pulls back, breathless, her eyes locking with yours as the intensity of the moment hangs in the air.

“Y/n,” she starts, her voice gentle as she takes a deep breath to steady herself, “I know we’re both into the one-night stand thing, but I think I like you more than I should. And I know you should’ve been on your third orgasm by now, but for some reason, I can’t bring myself to sleep with you unless we go on, at least, two proper dates.”

You stare at her, surprised by her honesty. The air between you is charged with tension as you process her words. Despite the initial intentions of this encounter, you can’t deny the flutter of excitement in your chest at the thought of spending more time with her.

Taking a moment to collect your thoughts, you reach out and gently cup her cheek, brushing your thumb against her skin. “Jihyo,” you say softly, “I feel the same way. I’d like that.”

A smile spreads across her face, relief evident in her eyes. “Really?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Really,” you confirm, leaning in to place a tender kiss on her lips. It’s a promise of what’s to come—a beginning rather than an end.

A relieved sigh escapes her lips as she leans back against the couch, holding your hand tightly.

“Let’s watch TV and finish the sweets?” she proposes, her voice tinged with shyness.

You smile warmly at her, squeezing her hand reassuringly. “Sounds perfect,” you say, feeling a rush of affection for her. “But I need the backstory behind that insane dating profile of yours.”

Jihyo chuckles, a hint of embarrassment coloring her cheeks. “Oh, that,” she says, running a hand through her hair. “Well, you see, I had a phase where I was tired of all the boring conversations on dating apps. So, I decided to spice things up a bit and I may have gone a little overboard with the whole ‘fuckboy’ persona.”

You giggle, intrigued by her. “It definitely caught my attention,” you admit.

She smiles sheepishly. “Yeah, well, I may have exaggerated a bit,” she confesses. “But hey, it worked, didn’t it?”

“Definitely,” you agree, squeezing her hand affectionately. “But I’m glad to see the real you now.”

With a warm smile, Jihyo leans in closer, her eyes sparkling with sincerity. “Me too,” she whispers, before pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

"However, I do give the best strap. No one can beat me to that and I mean it when I say I don’t pull out and-"

"Ew, you’re crude Jihyo!" you exclaim, playfully scolding her with a mock grimace.

Jihyo lets out a hearty laugh, her eyes crinkling with amusement. "Hey, just keeping it real, sweetheart."

You may not be allergic to falling in love after all.

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melpomene-writes · 9 months

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baby, i’ll carry you

park jihyo x gn!reader // fluff

you slam the door as you walk in, keys hitting the floor with a discordant jangle as you kick off your shoes.

jihyo doesn’t even look up from her book.

“rough day?” she asks, shifting slightly on the couch as she turns the page.

“ugh,” is all you have to say, bending to pick up the keys and put them in their proper place — the little ceramic bowl on the counter of your kitchenette. you and jihyo have argued enough times about putting things in their proper places, and that’s not something you want to add to your plate today.

you sigh.

all you want right now is to shower and crawl into bed and forget the day.

you pour yourself a cup of water and swallow it down in two gulps, then stop in the doorway separating the kitchenette from your living room for a moment.

jihyo looks so peaceful. she’s wearing that worn, faded shirt — the one with the stretched neck that you know for a fact is her favorite — and is curled up under your softest quilt. her reading glasses are perched on her nose, eyelashes a dark smudge under the red frames. everything about her seems calm and warm and comfortable.

it settles something in you, quells the jitteriness you’ve been feeling since that afternoon. suddenly, escaping the world via shower doesn’t seem as urgent. you step closer to the couch.

jihyo looks up at you then, long eyelashes brushing the lens of her glasses.

she doesn’t say anything, just smiles softly, the corners of her eyes crinkling. closing the book around her thumb, she pulls the blanket back and pats the cushions beside her.

you hear yourself sigh as you sink down next to jihyo, already relaxing into the warmth of her proximity. you press yourself into jihyo’s side as jihyo settles an arm around your shoulders, palm rubbing gently at your bicep. you turn your face to jihyo’s neck and breathe in the comforting smell of home.

“hi,” you murmur into the soft skin under jihyo’s jaw, pressing your lips there for good measure.

“hi,” jihyo says, with that hint of warm amusement that just makes you melt. you shift a little as jihyo closes the book in her lap, then brings her palm to cup your cheek and guide you up for a kiss.

“hi,” jihyo says again, smiles against your lips.

you can’t help but smile back, eyes fluttering shut as you sigh again, the last of the day’s tensions leaving you in a warm gust of air. it always surprises you how quickly jihyo’s presence calms you down. even now, after five years together.

jihyo rubs your back. “do you want to talk about it?”

you consinder for a moment, then shrug, shoulder dragging against jihyo’s. “no. it doesn’t matter anymore.”

jihyo just hums, and you sink into her. you don’t think you ever want to get up. head stucked under jihyo’s chin, you pull your feet up to peel your socks off. you wiggle your toes, content, and throw your socks into the direction of your bedroom. jihyo sighs, as if about to say something, but you cut her off with a yawn and a sleepy nuzzle.

“i’ll get ‘em later,” you mumble into the soft cotton of jihyo’s shirt, eyes already slipping shut. you both know that that’s not going to happen but jihyo doesn’t say anything. instead, her arms tighten around you, and you let yourself succumb to sleep.

the last thing you feel before drifting off is the gentle press of lips on your hair.

fluff streak. now let me write angst and break your hearts.

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wheeboo · 6 months

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a night to remember | joshua hong

SYNOPSIS. in which a handsome stranger at the bar catches your attention. PAIRING. joshua hong x gn!reader (ft. twice's jihyo since she was the first person to pop up in my head) GENRE. fluff, suggestive, 1920s-ish au, one-night stand au, strangers to ?? WARNINGS. implied sexual content (no actual smut), mentions of cigarettes (reader+jihyo smokes cuz it was socially acceptable at the time) and alcohol, drinking, kissing WORD COUNT. 2.9k

notes: this is obviously based off this masterpiece of a song "a night to remember" by beabadoobee and laufey which i could never do justice but i hope you enjoy! i also impulsively wrote this whole thing btwn the hours of 12-3am so its pretty rushed oops 😭

The dim glow of the flickering marquee lights of the bar spill onto the rain-soaked streets outside, beckoning every passerby to enter into the hazy world of cigarette smoke and clinking glasses. Each swinging of the door releases a burst of warm, smoky air into the cool, drenched night. The air buzzes with the lively chatter of other people, mingling in with the sultry notes of the saxophone and the sweet melodies of the piano drifting through the heavy atmosphere of the bar.

Sat on a worn-out barstool, you bring a cigarette up to your lips and inhale deeply as your eyes flutter to a close, the smoke from the tip suspending in the air and mixing with the potent scent of whiskey also filling your lungs.

"Must you always sit like a boring bystander? Come on, we're here to have fun!" Jihyo stumbles her way right next to you, her sequined dress glistening under the lights like a kaleidoscope.

You only respond to her with a playful roll of your eyes. And with a wry smile, Jihyo plucks the cigarette from your fingers, taking a theatrical, languid drag of her own before flicking the ashes into an already well-worn tray.

You scoff lightly, taking out a fresh cigar. "Well, you already took me here without much of a choice."

Jihyo raises an eyebrow, her grin unwavering. "Afraid of a little fun?"

"Not afraid," You reply with a smirk, swiftly igniting the cigar and leaning back against the bar behind you. "Just comfortable observing the fun itself."

"If you're just going to sit there and look pretty, you might as well have someone to look pretty for, honey," Jihyo teases, her eyes momentarily scanning across the room.

A puff of smoke escapes your lips as you retort, "Easy for you to say."

"Life's too short to be a wallflower, Y/N!" Jihyo exclaims dramatically.

"The excitement will come when it wants to, not when I force it, honey," You reply cryptically.

Jihyo drinks the rest of the bourbon from your glass before taking one last, begging glance in your direction. When you don't seem to want to budge, she shoots you a faint, pert grin before turning away towards the dance floor, each step she takes accentuating the dramatic shake of her hips. You can't help but let out a low chuckle.

The bar was not usually a place where you found yourself willingly. Usually, you'd take the comfortable bubble of your place over the haughty energy of this any day. But tonight, for some reason, the familiar discomfort feels strangely comforting; and plus𑁋much to Jihyo's preference of unwinding𑁋you didn't have much of a choice either way.

From the side, you have the opportunity to simply watch. For example, there's a couple lost in each other's gaze sitting a few tables away from you. Maybe today is their first date, maybe they're rekindling a flame that has flickered in the past, or maybe they've been together for years, and this is their escape from the routines of life.

Then, down at the centre of the bar and close to the small stage at the front where a beautiful young woman stood with a microphone in front of her, there's a group of young friends sharing laughter of their own that gets lost in the music. It reaches your ears almost perfectly the more you focus on them, and it makes you smile to yourself𑁋you like seeing other people happy.

You turn yourself around on the barstool, facing the array of alcohol bottles that are all perfectly lined up together on the shelves. You cup your empty glass in your hands, swaying it lightly as the sounds of the ice clinking against the sides echo softly. The bartender who was perhaps metres away seems to notice your empty glass and gives you a nod, silently asking if you'd like a refill.

You raise your glass in acknowledgment. The bartender approaches up to you and reaches for a bottle with practiced ease, the amber liquid flowing smoothly into your glass once more.

But just as you were about to bring the cup to your lips, the sound of the door creaking open catches your attention. A new figure steps into the bar, their silhouette momentarily framed by the rain-soaked glow from outside, and you notice it's a man. A black fedora sits on his head, hiding away any view you could possibly have of his face, and he wore an elegant black suit with a bow tie that seems to glisten with a subtle sheen against the lighting of the bar.

It wasn't until he takes off his fedora that you realise you just can't seem to stop staring at him, even with all the people brushing past him like he doesn't exist and the hectic activity of the bar. His blonde hair is perfectly styled and coiffed, his features gentle yet carrying an air of both mystery and familiarity. It's almost as if you've seen him before, but nothing particular in your mind rings a bell. Perhaps while walking down the street, across the quiet room of the city's library, or something as ridiculous as your past life, his face might have crossed your path at some point.

You watch the way he scans the room, appearing a bit lost but also intrigued, as if he's searching for something or someone.

And when he eventually lets his eyes sweep across the room and to the bar, his eyes lock onto yours like a snap, and it's enough to send a subtle shiver down your spine. The air seems to thicken for a moment, and you couldn't tell if it was the hint of alcohol in your system that's playing with your vision or something else. His lips play into a slight smile as his eyes hold yours, and he puts his fedora back on, before you lose track of him in the crowd in a sudden blink.

You find yourself briefly dazed, spinning around to face the bar once more. You're quick to grab onto your glass once more, seeing the way your reflection sways in the amber liquid as you take a moment to collect yourself. All it took was one look to have your head spinning and your heart racing with a man you probably would never see again.

"What can I get for you?" the voice of the bartender catches your attention.

You glance up to answer. "Oh, I don't need𑁋"

"Just two waters, please."

At the corner of your eye, a black fedora sets itself down on the counter next to you. You turn, and there he is𑁋the man from earlier, standing with a confident yet intriguing demeanour. The bartender nods and gets to work, pouring two glasses of water.

The man turns to you, eyes dark like the night itself. "Mind if I join you?" he asks, a subtle tilt to his lips. His voice is smooth like a well-played jazz tune.

You're taken aback for a moment. The bartender places two glasses of water on the bar in front of you, and you nod, almost hesitantly. The man sidles into the seat beside you, his fingers subtly brushing the tips of yours as he secures himself comfortably on the barstool, and it sends a jolt through your body, a sensation that lingers longer than it should. You catch a whiff of his cologne, both intoxicating and familiar, as it intertwines with the lingering scents of tobacco and whiskey.

"Thank you," he says, eyes never leaving yours as he lifts the glass of water to his lips. "The water is for you, by the way."

You chuckle shyly as you tap your fingers against the cold glass of water, feeling a flush rise to your cheeks. "Water? In a place like this?"

He smirks at this, a sight both amusing and enticing. "Well, we don't want to do anything regrettable, right?"

His words seem to crawl under your skin, and it's enough to convince you. You take a sip of the water, the cool liquid a stark comparison to the warmth spreading through all the corners of your body, and you suddenly feel more awake than ever. He also takes another sip of his own water, his eyes following your every move as you nearly down the entire glass. The way he looks at you𑁋with that dark, piercing stare that heavily clashes with the soft features of his handsome face𑁋makes your heart pound in your chest.

Around you, the bar has seemingly grown quiet, the only sound the soft music playing in the background. You can feel the heat of his gaze on your skin, and it's taking everything in you not to choke.

He breaks the silence with a charming smile, eyes now softened. "I'm assuming you don't come here often, do you?"

You meet his gaze with a coy smile, the corners of your mouth lifting. "You're quite the detective, aren't you?" There's a satisfied look to his face, and you clasp your hands together. "but to answer your question𑁋no, not exactly. How about you?"

"Ah, I had just moved here recently, actually," he reveals, which still doesn't seem to help the fact that you swear you've seen him before. It still draws you in, of course, and you can't help but wonder more about the mystery surrounding him𑁋both the one in his eyes and the one lingering in the air. The dim light of the bar casts a subtle glow on his features, and you find yourself captivated by the play of shadows and highlights dancing on his face.

"Welcome to the city then," You say it like a grand gesture. "It could be quite daunting at times, but you'll get used to it."

His gaze doesn't waver, and there's a quiet intensity in the way he studies you. "Perhaps I could get used to it faster if I had the right company."

Your heart skips a beat at his words, and you're suddenly acutely aware of the proximity between you two. The bar, the jazz music, the muted conversations around you𑁋all fade into the background as if the world has momentarily narrowed down to the space between your barstools.

"Smooth," You reply, a half-smile playing on your lips. "Is that your usual approach?"

He chuckles. "Only in certain situations."

A sly grin forms on your face. "And is this one of those situations?"

He tilts his head slightly as if in thought. "If you want it to be, of course."

All you could do is let out a soft laugh𑁋a laugh that blends with the faint jazz music playing in the background, a laughter that indeed signals the beginning of an unpredictable night.

"To new beginnings?" You raise your nearly-empty glass of water up to him.

He raises his glass in response, and the crystal-clear water catches the ambient lighting above, creating a small, sparkling spectacle on the surface of the bar counter.

"To new beginnings," he echoes.

The next minutes fly by in a breeze. Usually, letting people into your little bubble only causes for you to raise your guard up a bit more. You certainly didn't expect an utter stranger to intrigue you this much, just like a moth to a flame, especially in a place you never frequented to attend. You don't even mind the way his hand somehow found its rightful place on top of yours as you simply talked, or the way a glass of water can make you feel more alive than the strongest drink in the entire bar. And instinctively, your eyes would focus on the way his lips move he as he spoke, just barely catching all the words leaving his mouth.

When the music shifts to a more intimate tone, he looks into your eyes, a subtle invitation lingering in the air.

"Care to share a dance?" he asks, and the simple invitation is enough to course that warmth of anticipation through you once more.

The decision lingers in the air and his hand is extended towards you, a heartbeat away from being made.

And without a word, you slide off the barstool, your hand finding its place in his. He locks his grip on yours, and drags you in the direction of the small dance floor, the pungent smells of cigarette smoke and aged whiskey lingering as you weave through the crowd together.

When he suddenly pulls you closer to him, the scent of his cologne envelops you. His hand rests securely on the small of your back, guiding you with a subtle yet confident touch, the warmth of his fingers seeping through the fabric of your outfit. It sends a thrill through your body that heightens every single one of your senses.

As the music reaches its spirited crescendo, he spins you gently, the movement endearingly awkward, but you both don't care. When he brings you back into his arms, you're suddenly close to him way more than before, enough for his lips to be so close to yours that you can feel his warm breath against your skin.

The song slowly approaches its end, but he doesn't let you go. Yet just as the distance between your lips disappears, he stops. A teasing grin plays on his face, and he pulls away slightly, though your gaze doesn't intend to move away from his mouth.

"You're one of those," You remark airily.

He spins you around again, letting his fingers dance on the skin of your back. "Guilty as charged."

As the song draws to a close, he dips you in a move that feels straight out of a film. Your heart races, and when he pulls you back up, his lips are dangerously close to yours again. But this time, he doesn't hold back, and the kiss is a slow burn, gentle yet intensely passionate. One of his hands come to delicately cup your face, and the other brings you flush against him.

When the kiss breaks, he smiles, a genuine and warm expression that makes your heart flutter.

"Tell me your name," he whispers, breath caressing your cheek.

You meet his gaze, a playful glint in your eyes. "Maybe we’re more similar than you believe."

This only makes him lean in once again.

"Let's keep it that way, then," he suggests, grinning against your ear as if sharing a secret meant for only you. "Care to get out of here?"

It doesn't anything more than that for you to agree with a smile. Without uttering a word, you nod, your hand still entwined with his as you allow him to guide you through the dissipating crowd towards the exit of the bar. He ushers you outside, and the cool droplets that linger on the city's surfaces glisten under the streetlights.

The lively jazz bars highlight at the heart of the city within the late hours of the night, and his place isn't much farther than you anticipated thankfully.

It all happens so fleetingly𑁋one moment you're outside the door to his place, and another you're within the comfort of his bedroom, kissing him so feverishly with your fumbling hands on the buttons of his suit until you both fall on the bed, that the world outside seems to vanish. And when his hand makes contact with your skin for the first time, you could only gasp.

This is a night you will remember, and you'll make sure of it.

You dress yourself back in your clothes in the hushed morning. A comfortable silence lingers in the room, punctuated only by the distant sounds of the waking city. The rain outside has completed ceased away, bathing the bedroom in a soft glow of dawn.

The events of the night replay in your mind like a reel of a film𑁋the moment your eyes first met, the touches of his hands against yours, the kiss you shared on the door floor, and the whispers of sweet nothings to your ear right underneath the sheets you sat atop.

"Leaving so soon?" he asks from behind, the huskiness of his voice making you pause.

You can sense the unspoken words hanging in the air𑁋the silent acknowledgment that this is a chapter that closes as the sun rises.

"Unfortunately, I must," You reply with a wistful smile, reaching for your shoes. "Real life calls."

He sits up on his bed, the sheets pooling around his waist, and you can't help but admire the way the morning light dances on the bareness of his body, his disheveled hair, and the remnants of the night before etched into his beautiful skin. There’s a subtle tension that crackles in the air, and he clears his throat.

"Will I… see you again?"

You turn to face him, the playfulness in your eyes replaced by a hint of contemplation. The smile still doesn’t fade away from your lips.

"Who knows? Life is full of surprises, after all."

He watches you for some time as you fully dress yourself, a gaze struggling between the line of intimacy and distance, letting his eyes soak in your figure.

"Do you regret it at all?"

A pause, like a second and an eternity rolled into one. The room holds a quiet acknowledgment, a shared understanding that some moments are meant to be lived fully, without dwelling on what comes after, while others are meant to come and go like a shooting star. You aren’t entirely sure which this falls under.

"No," You answer simply, before setting your feet on the floor and standing up. "Not at all."

Another round of silence follows as you gather the rest of your belongings, trying to ignore the bittersweet ache in your chest threatening to cut you open. You feel his gaze lingering on you as you move about the room, still feeling those embers of the night before dancing upon your skin, as if they're fighting their way to linger a little longer, to save every last trace of the moments you shared.

"Joshua," he states as if in response to the unspoken question hanging in the air. "Joshua Hong."

His name escapes his lips like a secret, and you savour the sound of it, committing it to memory, committing him to memory. You ponder the thought of what it would be like to have your name said at the tip of his tongue in some other distant, intimate moment.

"Y/N," You whisper your name in return, the final piece of the exchange. "Y/N L/N."

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insomniakisses · 1 year

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Our Cute Puppy

Requested? yes.

Reader type; Puppy!Hybrid Reader, GN!reader

Warnings/Notes; Hybrid au, Polyamorous Twice, Member x Member x Reader, Fluff

Being an idol was hard on its own, but being one of the very few hybrid idols was even harder. You battled with hate from people who didn’t understand hybrids, or care enough about the difference of hybrids and animals. In addition to that you put so much extra pressure on yourself in order to hopefully avoid extra attention that your anatomy didn’t already do.

The girls always worried that you would overwork yourself, so much so that they always mad sure to baby you a little extra. Not because they see you as less than then but simply because they found you so cute and they loved you just like they love each other as partners.

Today was just like any other day for you, practically passing out in the practice room after staying hours longer than the rest of the group. It was almost 4 am when you got back, shuffling through the dorm as quiet as possibly halting when you say the TV on ears flicking on your head at the low noise yet still audible with your ears.

“Hello~” you whisper into the darkness of the living room, your yelp being muffled into Chaeyoung’s shoulder as she hugged you.

“Shhhh Y/n, Nayeon needs her beauty sleep” she winks while you both giggle quietly.

“C’mere!” She cheers quietly, well as quietly as the baby beast can, while pulling you into her lap. You cant help but stare at her while she wraps a blanket round you smiling when she changes the channel to your favourite movie, rubbing your ears and lulling you to sleep.

When you woke up there were hands on your ears and tail and a pair of arms wrapped tightly around your waist. Lifting your ear up you heard the giggles of Nayeon and Sana, opening your eyes you were met with Sana brushing your tail out while Nayeon rugged at your ear. Chaeyoung still fast asleep you knew you couldn’t move yet, so with a sleepy smile you nuzzled back into her arms.

“Morning you two” you smiled at them both, ears perking up as the smell from the kitchen finally met your nose. Tail wagging uncontrollably, you felt chae wake up all three giggling at your love for food.

Jumping up you rushed into the kitchen where Jeong was making you a coffee, passing it to you with a kiss to the ear and scratch to the other. Sitting next to Tzu you leaned your head on her shoulder kissing it as she began to rub and scratch your ears.

After a breakfast you all went to go get ready, climbing out of the shower and throwing on your sweats you called in Jihyo to help comb out your tail. Coming inside she smiled softly at you, sitting behind you to softly comb your tail out knowing how painful it sometimes can be. Once it was all over she’d give you a kiss for each cheek and hug you while playing with your ears to calm you down.

Practice long and hard as usual, the girls making sure to take regular breaks. About half way through Momo and Mina made sure you sat in between them for a break knowing you wouldn’t take one yourself. You still squirmed around and tried to cut your break short so you ended up in Momo’s lap her placing kisses on your neck to distract you, your tail wagging softly. Hitting Mina knee with every wag causing her to giggle lean over to kiss your cheek.

After practice you all opted on a movie night, having tomorrow off there was no need for an early night. Dahyun had claimed you, pulling you into her arms and demanding cuddles and stealing kisses now and then not that the others minded as they were all doing the same with each other.

a/n; T^T theyre so cute

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onewmin · 9 months

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so it goes | kim mingyu

Pairing: idol!Kim Mingyu x idol!(implied)fem!reader (but can be gn!reader)

Summary: Perhaps, you shouldn’t be thinking about Mingyu at your friend’s party. Perhaps, you have to stop reminiscing about the night you spent with him. Perhaps, it’s too late for you to fall head over heels for someone. Or maybe, you’re not too old for the sweetest guy you’ve ever met.

Genre: Fluff, suggestive (if you squint), overall, two people are falling in love

Word count: 2184

Warnings: AU (cause in no way I’m saying it’s real), the reader is torn apart, mentions of cheating, slightly suggestive, the reader is older, mentions of social pressure

Author’s note: idk what it is but here we are. it’s pretty short and is mostly focused on the reader (it’s becoming my signature mark I guess lmao). Hope your enjoy it! Tell me what you think <3 p.s. the pictures are taken from Pinterest, so if you know the owners, please let me know so I could credit them! header cr — @/minzvk on Pinterest.

Disclaimer: the names and the appearances of real people are taken for the writing purposes only.

You did something bad. It’s not something illegal that could get you in jail, nor it is anything to be ashamed of. Well, technically, your media persona would be destroyed in an instance if they found out what happened.

As you glide through the chitchat, giving sweet smiles, bowing and trying to hold two drinks in your hands, you look for Jihyo, who seems to be lost in the crowd. It was her party, the celebration of her solo debut, and the club was filled with every other idol possible. The person you did the bad thing with included.

“Ah, there you are'', you panted, shoving a drink in Jihyo’s hands, “it’s impossible to get through here”.

She nodded, taking a sip, and immediately engaged in a conversation with somebody else. No matter how happy and supportive you were of your friend, your mind couldn’t help but wander, couldn’t help but think about the bad deed that happened two days ago. How horribly brainwashed were you to think doing that thing was the end of the world?

Sipping on your drink, your eyes wandered around the room too. Not wearing your contacts was a terrible idea as now you couldn’t recognize anybody unless they were close to you. Or unless they stood right in front of you, waving their hands closely to your face. Perhaps, it was for the best — you wouldn’t be able to see his face as well.

Your phone buzzed in the pocket of your jeans. Reading the message, you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, as you nervously ran your hand through your hair.

“Can’t stop thinking about you”.

You raised your eyes from your phone screen, turning your head in desperate attempts to find him. To notice him from across the room didn’t even require you squinting your eyes — he was the only person who stared directly, shamelessly. You could swear he smirked when you looked back at him; however, maybe it was your imagination, playing dirty with your already burning mind.

You ran your hands through the hair again, sighing deeply and staring at your screen. Scrolling up your almost one-sided texting with the contact ‘Mingyu’, your brain couldn’t focus on anything but the memories of him from two nights ago.

‘Please don’t ignore me’.

‘Mingyu, we can’t’.

‘Why?’

‘Please answer me. Please’.

‘Just tell me why. Tell me why and I won’t bother u ever again’.

Easier said than done. Why, Mingyu? The answer is both simple and overcomplicated at the same time. Because you were older than him — not too much, he was just three years younger. Three years younger, super popular and way out of your league. That’s what you were confident about; although, Mingyu was absolutely different in his opinions. But just to think about it… You debuted almost twelve years ago, when he was, what? Thirteen? Fourteen? Isn’t it weird?

Only in your head, perhaps.

But in these twelve years you did your absolute best to never be caught in any dating scandals. Even with your ex-boyfriend of nine years, who was an ex-trainee turned into a dancer, you never went public. First because you both were too young, and your agency didn’t allow dating (who listens to them anyway, right?); second — you were too busy with your schedule, singing, blooming acting career and university studies to even consider having a public relationship; and third? Because he didn’t want to. He enjoyed living in comfort of being incognito, of having no responsibilities publicly. He could flirt with girls, get on dating apps, go out with random ladies and eventually, as you found out later, sleep around in your shared bed. In the bed that you bought. In the house that you paid for. Yeah, it was hurtful to catch him red-handed, but hating him helped come through the breakup faster. A year and half with the therapist's help, moving from the house to the apartment, getting a dog and a cat, and gaining new hobbies and friends — yeah, you were much better off without his jealous ass.

To consider dating after him, though? Wasn’t possible. Building up trust from scratch after you’d spent almost a decade with one person wasn’t even on the table. So you thought.

You knew Mingyu long before you changed agencies, almost right from their debut. He never failed to tell you how much of a fan he was, his cheeks turning rosy, while he was fiddling with his fingers. He seemed like a nice, sweet boy. Until a month ago.

“Oh, Mingyu!” Someone exclaimed, pulling you from your ever-wandering thoughts. “Good to see you!”

Oh god, he was right in front of you now. The black baggy T-shirt he wore was probably the exact same one from two nights before. Yeah, it was that tee. Oh shit.

“Mingyu”, you whimpered, back pressed to the wall, as his hands were roaming around your body.

“What, love?” He murmured, leaving open-mouthed kisses on your neck. The unexpected pet name he’d given you sent vibrations down your spine, turning you into a melted vanilla ice-cream under a scorching sun.

“We…can’t”. Your words came out as a whisper when he stopped all of his movements to look at you. His dark chestnut eyes magnificently bewitching — as if he had put a spell on you.

“Why?” He uttered, hands squeezing your waist. “We’re both attracted to each other, why not?”

You sighed, unable to give an answer. Your reasoning seemed to fall down at his feet, as it started to appear stupid at the moment. Who cares if you are three years older? He’s not far behind, a responsible adult, who’s also the most attractive person you’ve ever met. Not to mention he’s super smart, ready to pull up in his car to any place you call him from and makes the best homemade pasta in the world. When he holds your hand, gently rubbing your palm, you could swear it fits his big ones perfectly, and when he puts his arms around your waist, chin resting on your head, the heat of his body warming you in cool late August nights – as if you were born to eventually be loved by him. One night with him, preceded by a couple of months of pining, of watching him dance, talk, laugh, run, smile, blush, run hands through his hair, sheepishly bring you a coffee because he thought of you in the coffee shop… Mingyu drove you home endless times when your car was being repaired, and every time he did, he would walk you right to the door of your apartment, to make sure you got home safely. You couldn’t, you can’t count the moments when you thought of him. Every day. Every night. Every minute of your day, even those you spent in the studio. And when the pining was too much, it resulted in a cheek kiss turned into a heavy breathing and making out against the wall of your living room.

You hand touched his cheek. His eyes were clouded with desire as he observed your every move, leaning into your touch. “No reason”. You didn’t let your doubts take over the moment. Not with him.

And now Mingyu was standing right in front of you, a silver chain on his neck glimmering in the dim light of the club. The thought about this same chain, dangling on his neck and sending shivers all over your body every time it touched your skin when he was kissing you in the dark of your room, seemed to absolutely absorb you. And your shameless staring didn’t escape Mingyu’s attention either.

“You seem busy these days”, he said, obviously hinting at you ignoring his texts. You let out a sigh, not having the slightest idea what response you could give him.

“I have a comeback soon”, you cleared your throat, “so there’s a lot to do”.

He nodded. “Avoiding me included?” That horribly smug smirk made you close your eyes and take a deep breath. He did not just say that here, where multiple people could hear him.

“Let’s not talk about it here”, you leaned in to almost mumble it in his ear. He glanced at your lips, a slight head tilt away from his. It was too late when you realized how close you were, but Mingyu didn’t let you get away easily when he grabbed your hand.

“As you wish”. He almost dragged you from the spot you were hanging around, his hand squeezing yours a bit too hard. You felt as if you were under scrutiny, when every other person in the club was eyeballing the scene that Mingyu created. However, no one seemed to take notice of him taking you out of the club. Hopefully, none of your girlfriends did – otherwise, you’d have to deal with their constant taunting forever. They always joked how you were the ‘least scandalized’ concerning your dating life (and less experienced, as you spent your younger years being practically married to one man). And if they find out about Mingyu? A never-ending saga it would be.

When you were outside, a group of paparazzi almost caught you – or so you thought – but Mingyu was quick enough to move to the opposite direction, where no photographers or strangers could catch you. He took you to the parking lot, right to his car.

The place was empty, not many cars were occupying the parking spaces. At one point, when you observed the area, you dropped his hand. However, it didn’t help: Mingyu took both of your hands in his immediately, gently rubbing your palms once again.

“Did I do something wrong?” He muttered, eyes glued to your hands. An immediate string of pain poked your heart, as you heard his brittle voice. He was too good to make him feel this way.

‘No”, you shook your head, cupping his cheeks and bringing his gaze back to your face, “it’s not about you, Mingyu”.

“Then what’s wrong?” He asked, his hands sweetly squeezing your wrists.

You looked down, unable to meet his eyes. That was so stupid, so… You couldn’t even find the words to describe what you were feeling. No matter how much you liked Mingyu, the thought of public going mad about the two of you dating was eating you from the inside. And the fact that you were slightly older than him… The whole stigma of women being older than their boyfriends was so terribly bizarre, to the point when even your cousin (whose partner was a year younger than her) was dragged by the whole family and called ‘too old’ for him. And you were three years older! What would they do to you? And what’s most important, what would the public do? How horribly would they tear your career apart? And what would they do to him?

“I don’t think..” You stuttered, looking down at your feet, “I don’t think I’m a good match for you”.

“Why would you ever think that?” It was his turn to cup your cheeks now to make you look at him. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted”.

“But the age-“

“Are you, like, what? Eighty?” The corners of your mouth quirked up. “I… I have feelings for you. I like you, I’ve had a crush on you since I first saw you”, he said under his breath, “and I know you feel the same way”.

The eye-contact seemed to be a non-verbal communication for the two of you; otherwise, if your gazes could speak, they would declare love poems for the whole world to hear. You weren’t sure what to respond, because, no matter how much the public opinion had altered so many things about you to fit in their idealistic standards, you, from the moment Mingyu and you got stuck in the elevator several months ago, from the moment you noticed his soft smile, had his silky voice be your shy companion for half an hour — from that moment alone you were mesmerized by him. Captivated. Did it really matter what the public would think?

“I do”. You almost gasped when his eyes lit up at your response. An angelic smile adorned his face, a face so delighted you could swear he had a garland behind him to lighten up the darkness of the night.

“Then let me take you home”, he murmured into your lips, “let me take you home every day”.

How in the world could you say no to him?

So it goes. Him, driving his car, stealing kisses from you at the red light and squeezing your hand in his; and you, catching the glimpse of every little thing he does, just so you can savour these memories when he’s far away. It feels different — to be able to fall in love slowly, feeling his and yours palms sweat whenever you hold hands; to laugh at stupid jokes the two of you make, to cuddle on the couch, while watching TV, to go on picnic dates, to finally be loved. Perhaps, this is everything you ever wanted.

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cceanvvaves · 8 months

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another chance; p.jh

(moved to isanggayfrog) warning: none

"kids, am i right?" you say, trying to look casual as you leaned against the wall with a drink in your hand.

you'd been watching the woman ever since she entered the restaurant. no, you weren't trying to be a creep, you just noticed that she had a child with her. of course, there was nothing wrong with that exactly, but she looked so tired and worn out that you wanted to do something.

so when she left the place with her son crying, you turned to the waiter. "excuse me," you call one over to your table. "that woman who just left with her son. could you tell me her order?"

he gave you a funny look. "uh, i'm not sure i'm supposed to-"

"no, no," you cut him off, taking out your credit card, "i'll pay for her. and myself. i'm done."

the woman returned shortly, her son asleep in her arms. she returned him to his car seat and, although her face was weary, her eyes were full of love. you took your chance to approach her.

now, she glances at you, her hand automatically reaching for her sleeping son's hand in a protective manner. oh wow, her eyes.

"i mean," you add hastily, not wanting her to understand it wrong, "they're cute and all, but sometimes they can be a bit much." you punctuate your sentence with a small laugh, trying to sound friendly, but her expression remains unchanged. you sigh. "i'm not doing a very good job, am i?"

"what do you want?" she half-snaps.

you understood why she was wary. after all, who wouldn't be if a random person in a long, black coat suddenly just talked to you? "i noticed you and your son earlier," you explain. "i.. volunteer at my sister's preschool, so i know a thing or two about kids."

the woman evidently relaxes. "yes..." she says softly, looking fondly once again at her child. "i don't know what's wrong, sometimes. maybe it's because he's a little lonely. it's just me and him, after all."

"where's his father?" you blurt out, not thinking. she scowls again, the aura surrounding her turning hostile. you mumble out a quick apology, but she waves it off.

"it's alright. when he found out i was pregnant, he just disappeared. we weren't married yet, but engaged and were about to in a few weeks. he's a coward," she added, "for leaving. maybe he wasn't ready for fatherhood, but that doesn't mean he had to abandon his son completely, does it?"

"i completely agree," you nod. "your son is adorable. it's obvious he has your genes." whoops. hope she doesn't think you're hitting on her.

she blushes anyway, so you keep going. "if i may, i would suggest he tried going to my sister's school. she's a wonderful teacher, and the children are well-behaved."

"i'll think about it...?" you notice her words end in a question mark, and you grin.

"y/n. i'm y/n."

"i'm jihyo. nice to meet you."

"nice to meet you, too, miss jihyo. please, think about my offer."

"of course."

you sent her a playful salute and she smiles, walking up to the counter. but the cashier says, "your meal has been paid for, ma'am." she looks around for you, but only sees the tip of your coat flash out of sight.

#twice #gn!reader #jihyo x reader #park jihyo #mom!jihyo #twice imagines

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betweenujb · 4 months

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cherry wine

nayeon x gn reader

warnings: straight up fluff, a little bit of wine

The way the breeze passes through the leaves and the warm air brushing against Nayeon’s skin makes it feel like a dream. Dating an idol was nothing short of busy and with your 40-50 hour a week schedule, you rarely had time off to spend with Nayeon. Your schedules finally lined up, so you decided to take Jihyo’s advice and go to Bali for a week away.

The view from the mountain villa you had rented was breathtaking. Nayeon stepped out to watch the sunset while you took a moment to rest. Days filled with the most beautiful scenic hikes and walking around the surrounding villages was fun, but still tiring.

Over the past four days, Nayeon wished she could paint every sunset as she looked out from the balcony over and through the dense forest. Tropical birds passed through the orange glow of the sunset, giving Nayeon the opportunity to take pictures in the hopeless effort to capture the peace she felt.

Time ticked by as Nayeon leaned against the wooded railing. The sun had gone down at least half an hour ago and the mountain was lit up by the stars. A few crickets chirp to harmonize with the rustling of the leaves. The sticky heat of the day mellowed out with the cool breeze, making Nayeon never want to leave her spot on the balcony.

Once you adequately rest your sore legs, you push yourself off the plush mattress. You shuffle over to the cart in the room that held a few bottles of wine and other spirits. Pouring yourself a glass of red wine, you turn the lights off before you step out onto the balcony and quietly slide the door open and shut behind you.

“The stars are out.” You make the obvious comment just to break the silence of the night as you slip a hand around Nayeon’s waist to pull her close to you. She jumps and playfully smacks your arm but immediately settles into your embrace.

“You scared me.” She whispers and even though there are no other people around you, it feels right. It’s so quiet except for the sounds of nature filling the night.

You chuckle and lean down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead before sipping your wine. A comfortable silence falls around you as you look up into the sky. The stars and the moon are just bright enough to highlight every beautiful feature on your girlfriend’s face.

As you stare up at the sky, you feel your wine glass being carefully pulled from your hand. Without looking down, you smile and rub small, soothing circles with your thumb into Nayeon’s hip. “Sure, go ahead. I didn’t bring that out for myself or anything.”

Nayeon just thanks you by placing the wine glass back in your hands and leaning up to kiss your cheek. “Think of it as payment for scaring me.”

You shake your head with a fond smile drawn across your lips, your focus still on the night sky above. It’s like a black blanket, well decorated with twinkling diamonds.

After a few minutes, you look down at Nayeon. She has a content look on her face as she stares out into the forest below and the peaks of the mountains on the horizon just past the tree line. “You’ve been out here for a while. Everything okay?”

Nayeon looks up at you with that look in her eyes you fell in love with almost two years ago. She places a gentle hand on the side of your face and gently strokes your cheek with her thumb before looking back out. She nods and relaxes even further into your embrace. “I don’t think I’ve felt this happy in a long time.”

A hum of agreement leaves your lips as you take another sip of your wine. Your grip tightens a little around Nayeon’s delicate waist to better support her as she sinks further into you. “Bali was the perfect choice.”

“Even though it’s blazing hot out during the day?” Nayeon asks through a small laugh and glances up at you.

“Sure, it may be boiling hot during the day. But at night… it’s perfect.” You smile down at Nayeon before looking out at the mountain peaks, taking a deep breath. The earthy smell of the forest and the slightest hint of the salty ocean that’s been carried over by the breeze fills your senses.

“The second you start to feel just a little too hot, that breeze passes through to cool you down again. It smells like the Earth and carries with it just a hint of the ocean.”

Nayeon looks up at you, her eyebrow raised in disbelief. “You’re getting all of that from the breeze, huh?”

You give her a small nod and take another sip of your wine. Another comfortable silence falls over you before you set your glass down on the small table set up on the balcony. You scoot the table back to a far corner and pull your phone out.

Soon, a slow song fills the air, and you extend your hand before you put your phone down beside your wine. “Care to dance with me, Miss Im?”

“You certainly are a charmer.” Nayeon laughs, the sound filling your heart with love as she takes hold of your hand.

The space on the balcony is large enough for you to sway with Nayeon along to the gentle beat of the music. It reminds you of the first time you asked her to dance. When your hands were so sweaty that you had to keep wiping them on your pants so Nayeon wouldn’t be able to tell you were that nervous.

“You have such a nice speaker that you brought, yet you’re using the tinny speakers on your phone?”

Twirling Nayeon around, you let out a soft chuckle. “If I go get my speaker now, then I miss out on time that I could have spent dancing with the most beautiful girl in the world.”

A soft blush makes its way up to Nayeon’s cheeks. She rests her head against your chest and notices your heart’s beating a little faster than usual. “Is your heart beating faster from the oh so strenuous dancing, or are you suddenly getting all shy on me again?”

You keep Nayeon close to you as the song changes to something even slower. It gives you a moment to gently rock back and forth with her in your embrace. “Neither. My heart always beats this fast when I think about you.”

Nayeon pauses for a second as she looks up at you. She keeps the gentle motion you have with her and asks you in a soft and teasing voice, “What are you thinking about if I’m right here with you?”

The sudden but very welcome feeling of your lips against her forehead causes Nayeon’s eyes to flutter closed. “Well,” you say as you slowly pull back, “I’m thinking about you.” The slow song playing from your phone fills the momentary silence between you.

“I’m thinking about how lucky I am to be here with you.” You press another kiss to Nayeon’s forehead.

“I’m thinking about all the ways I wish I could make time go slower right now.” You press a gentle kiss to her cheek.

“I’m thinking about how you took a chance on a goofball like me.” This earns a small chuckle from Nayeon as you press a kiss to the tip of her nose.

“And I’m thinking about how you shine brighter than the moon itself.”

Nayeon’s eyes twinkle like the stars. She takes a second to find her voice before she speaks. “You think I shine brighter than the moon?”

Your answer is a small nod and a soft kiss against her lips. The song plays out, leaving you to listen to nature’s music. The lingering taste of your wine on Nayeon’s lips makes you smile as you listen to the night serenading you once again.

#twice fluff #twice #twice imagines #nayeon #kpop fluff #girl group fluff #nayeon x reader #im nayeon #gn reader

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ryupages · 1 year

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twice reaction — you self harming.

members — mina and jihyo + maknae line

requested - yes!

genre - angst

warning(s) - burns, cuts / cutting, hospitalization, mentions of blood, ripping out one’s hair

note: i tried to write other sh methods other than cutting as i know there’s plenty other ways people inflict harm onto themselves. i hope i did ok <3 remember that nothing that has happened to u in ur fault !!

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jihyo — 지효

you stood nervously in your living room, watching jihyo pace back and forth while on the phone. it must’ve been a work call, as you immediately picked up on the way her eyebrows knitted in frustration. it made want you to just retreat to your room until the call was over. but it was now or never.

jihyo has never given you a reason to not confide in her, and you didn’t want to hide it anymore.. not after hiding it for so long.

“hun, can i please talk to you?” jihyo’s head snapped over to you, her expression softening ever so slightly.

she mumbled something to the other person, looking back at you and slightly tilting her head in curiosity. you finally had her undivided attention.

your body tensed. now that this was actually happening, you didn’t know how to go about confessing what you’ve done to yourself, what you still do to yourself. in your head, this played out smoothly, but actually standing in front of her, your nerves overwhelmed you again.

“what is it, y/n? i really do need to finish this call.” jihyo chided.

deciding to not say anything and rather just show her, your fingers gripped the waistband of your sweatpants and pulled them down, just enough to show off your thighs.

jihyo nearly flinched at the faded red scars that littered your legs. “y/n.. what.. ?”

she immediately hung up, mumbling an empty promise of calling them back later. her arms fell to her side, her eyes glued to your thighs. part of her wanted to ask what they were from, if someone did this to you. but she wasn’t dumb. she knew exactly happened. she just didn’t understand why.

“please don’t be upset with me.” you whispered just loud enough for jihyo to hear.

upset? with you? she could never be upset with you, not for struggling. she’s only upset that she didn’t notice any signs. she let out a shaken sigh and recollected her thoughts before making her way to you. jihyo gently took your hand, leading you to the couch and sitting you down. she plopped next to you, turning her whole body to face you. she noticed the confusion and slight fear in your eyes, so she smiled reassuringly and gently held your hands in hers.

“i need you to know i am not upset with you,” she spoke tenderly, drawing circles on your knuckles with her thumb. “but please let me help you.”

she bit her lip before continuing, “i don’t want to lose you, y/n. not to this. please let me help you from now on.”

the corners of your mouth twitched, and you couldn’t help but give a small smile. you said nothing, just nodded. that’s all jihyo needed before she pulled you into her arms, kissing all over your face.

“i couldn’t be more grateful to have met you, y/n. you don’t need to do this yourself anymore.”

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mina — 미나

there’s no way you’d willingly tell mina about your struggles with self harm. even when you would fall over the carpet and would bruise ever so slightly, she would be all over you, kissing you all over. you were scared of what she’d do if she learned you were intentionally harming yourself.

while just in your underwear, you look for clothes to wear with your day out with mina. you wanted to cover up as much as possible, not wanting her to notice and question the burns and deep scratches on your limbs. although it was decently warm outside, you just couldn’t take any chances.

you heard a soft knock at your bedroom door, already knowing who was behind it. you turn around and see mina peeking in. you smile, letting her know that you were just looking for something to wear. she smiled and walked in, plopping on the bed as you continued your outfit search.

“i’m glad we’re finally having time for ourselves, y/n!” your girlfriend exclaimed cheerfully. you hum in agreement, listening to her ramble on how much she missed you and how excited she was for your date.

after a few moments, you noticed that she cut herself off, the room falling into an uncomfortable silence. you slowly turn to face your girlfriend, about to question what was wrong. your eyes followed where hers were looking and your heart fell instantly. you completely forgot you were half naked, and your scars were on full display.

“y/n,” mina whispered, “that’s not.. what i think that is, right? please tell me you just fell or something.”

mina knew she was acting delusional, but she refused to believe that you inflicted those wounds on yourself. she wanted you to tell her that you had just fell off the bed again, or bumped into the coffee table. something, anything. but the defeated look on your face said it all.

“y/n..” her voice was so soft, you barely heard her.

she hesitantly reached out, wanting you to come into her arms. you walked over and fell in her arms. she grabbed your thighs, lifting you and setting you down on her lap, rubbing your back.

she didn’t have the words with her at that time, but she already knew that you knew she was here for you. she loved you and would never let you go down this path alone.

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dahyun — 다현

it was almost impossible to hide anything from dahyun, so the fact she still hadn’t caught onto what you do to yourself made you both relieved and anxious. you felt like it was only a matter of time before she found out, but part of you had that thought that maybe she would never find out.

you were out grocery shopping, coming home fairly soon. dahyun was sat on the couch, watching tv while waiting for you to return home. she paused the tv and got up, making her way to the bathroom. humming quietly to herself, dahyun began to freshen up.

however, something in the sink caught her eye. it was.. your hair? she picked it up, already knowing by the texture and colour that it was your hair. but why? she looked on the counter and saw more hair. it didn’t make sense, you always claimed that you would never cut your hair yourself, not after trying to do so years ago. so why was there..

“i’m home!!” dahyun was pulled out of her analysis as she perked at the sound of your voice.

she quickly dropped the hair and almost sprinted out the bathroom and into the kitchen. you were already placing stuff in the cabinets and fridge as you turned to look at her. you smiled at her, making her stomach churn. she glanced up at your hair, that pit in her stomach expanding as she noticed it was thin, with a tiny bald spot on the side of your head.

“you,” dahyun breathed out, “why are you ripping out your hair?”

you almost flinched at her question, already knowing she found the hair you forgot to toss in the trash. you gently put down the box of cereal you were holding and let out a deep breath. you kept your eyes trained on the floor as you explain that you didn’t have the guts to use a blade, so you resorted to pulling out hair and scratching yourself hard as a way to deal with your internal pain.

it was silent for a moment, making you think that she hated you or thought that you were weird. you heard footsteps and her hand cup your cheek as she gently tilted your head to look at her. she gave a bitter smile, kissing you tenderly.

“no more hiding this, okay?” she quietly pleaded, making you nod immediately.

her smile slightly grew as she pulled you into a warm, long embrace.

“let’s find other ways to deal with these feelings, yeah? don’t worry, i’ll be here no matter how long it takes.”

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chaeyoung — 채영

“we’re almost there, chaeyoung, relax!” jihyo tried to calm the younger girl, but chaeyoung couldn’t even breathe right. she was on edge, she had been ever since she got the call.

while hanging out with the girls, chaeyoung had gotten a call. her heart dropped when the nurse on the other line introduced herself, her mind racing with questions on whether or not you were hurt or if you’re even the reason why they’re calling. her heart completely shattered when the nurse explained what had happened.

you had been dealing with severe depression and other mental health issues, which must’ve lead up to this moment. the nurse says that it probably wasn’t your intention, but you had cut too deep, losing a lot of blood.

jihyo didn’t even park the car before chaeyoung jumped out and ran inside the building, nayeon and sana trying their best to catch up to her. she screamed and begged for your room number, being taken up immediately. she was shaking, so scared that she couldn’t even cry.

the doctor opened the door and let chaeyoung and the girls walk in, and the sight broke her entirely. you looked peaceful while sleeping, but knowing why you were even in here finally did it. tears rushed down chaeyoung’s face, her legs wobbling. jihyo and sana held onto her as nayeon talked to the doctor, trying to get an understanding on your condition.

she finally stood up straight, walking over to you and holding your hand tightly. hiccups escaped her throat as she continued to cry.

“why didn’t you tell me? i could’ve—” chaeyoung choked on her sobs before she continued. “i could’ve helped you. please.. please let me help you when you wake up. please.”

she fell to her knees, jihyo immediately kneeling down beside her, reassuring chaeyoung that you would be okay. she believed her leader, you would be okay.

she was going to make sure you would not feel the need to do this again. she loved you too much to let this continue.

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tzuyu — 쯔위

tzuyu wasn’t as quiet as her fans made her seem, at least not with you. she was more than willing to shower you with compliments, soft kisses, basically just love you down until you physically can’t take it. so when she went dead silent when you finally confessed to why you had burn marks on your thighs and the scars on your arms, you were utterly terrified. you thought you’d get even a small reaction, but other than her eyes widening, there was nothing.

she stood there, looking at your arms and legs for a good five minutes, not sure what to say. you wanted to walk away, just to let her collect her thoughts until she finally spoke.

“how long?”

you swallowed the lump in your throat as you crossed your arms and looked down in shame, “about 2 years.”

she only sighed, not sure what to say. for the first time in a long while, tzuyu was lost on what she can do for you. she wanted nothing more than to put a stop to this, already guessing what type of consequences that could come with something like this. what if you tried to end it? what if you succeeded? she didn’t want it to get to that point.

tzuyu shifted in her spot uncomfortably, not sure what she could do. she pondered for a moment, before her lips twitched into a small smile. she looked up at you, her smile making you slightly confused.

“let’s go out today.” your mouth opened to say something, but she shook her head, already going over to your dresser to pull out some clothes.

“from now on,” tzuyu looked up at you, your heart rate increasing at the way she looked at you; with such softness and care. “let’s go out or do something fun, whenever you feel bad.”

you hesitated, and tzuyu knew why. “i don’t mind if you feel that way every other day, every hour. if you’re feeling that way, you come to me.”

the corners of your mouth turned up into a smile, and you made your way to your girlfriend and hugged her tightly, whispering a long string of “thank you’s” and “i love you’s.” tzuyu only smiled and hugged you back tighter, glad you know that her view and love for you has not and will never change.

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sydflow · 1 year

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Flippin' Demon Dog

Momo x gn!reader

-pure fluff

Word count: 1.2k

Synopsis: The demon dog isn't so demonic? Huh?

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Boo loved to cause trouble; that little furball really was a devil sent straight from hell. His poor brother, Dobby, would end up all rough housed by the end of the day.

But even then, Momo loved the dog as if he were her own child. It was hard for her to take him on walks; he would find ways to tangle her up and then escape. Like that one time at the park, he ran around her as she stumbled over his leash before falling, her grip loosening. Boo took that moment and ran straight into the nearby pond to attack the ducks. Fortunately, no feathers were damaged that day, but Momo did suffer a pretty nasty bruise on her hip.

Every time she brought Boo to the dorms, he would make a scene. He would destroy the pillows, chew on shoes (Jihyo almost cried when she discovered that her favorite sneakers had been transformed into a new pair of slides), and bark at everything and anything. The dishwasher, the fridge, out the window—he would run and drop things along the way. He would torture the unfortunate members until they managed to lure him into Momo's room and lock him in for the remainder of the night.

Even though you had been visiting the dorms for a month, and had been dating Momo for five, you had never seen her dogs. But you were fond of the way she talked about them and how much love she expressed whenever she would gush and show you pictures of them. Although you were able to see Dobby clearly, most of Boo’s pictures were just a brown, furry blur.

You never had a pet dog, so you were always cautious around them, unlike others who would grab a dog by the cheeks and squeeze them when passing by. You preferred using a softer technique, such as a gentle pat on the head or perhaps just a simple wave to the dog's owner. But hearing Momo talk about her dogs got you really excited to meet them, even if you were nervous of Boo’s energy. And on a random Thursday, Momo decided to invite you over. Saying that she’s bored and the members are planning a movie night and that she very dearly misses you.

So off you went to meet the girl of your dreams. Momo had completely forgotten she had brought Boo and Dobby with her, and the only thing on her mind was you. She skids towards the door when she hears the doorbell ring and giddily opens the door. "Hey baby!"

She engulfs you in a bear hug as you wrap your arms around her, snuggling into her warmth. She helps you take off your coat and notices you're still wearing your work clothes.

"Go to my room and take out a pair of pjs; the girls are getting everything ready. White dresser, second drawer from the bottom. Meet me in the living room, lovey" You slighty blush at the nickname and Momo pinches your cheeks before letting you go. You walk past the living room, waving and greeting the girls, before making your way to Momo’s room.

As soon as you enter Momo’s room you begin to rummage through her pajamas before finding a fluffy pair and putting them on. Midway into your pants, you hear a soft yip behind you. The sudden sound startled you as you quickly turned around to see where the sound came from.

And that’s the moment you make eye contact with Momo’s dog. You can tell by the fur color that Boo is the one awake. Dobby peacefully sleeps next to where Boo has just woken up. Momo’s words echo in the back of your mind:

Boo’s always hyper, but he’s the most hyper when he wakes up.

Shit. You begin to feel nervous and uneasy as he takes small, extremely condescending steps in your direction.

"H-hey little guy" You stammer out. Slowly, you reach down to softly pet his head, and he comes closer to smell your hand before rubbing against it. You were confused by what Momo meant when she said he was so hyper. Boo is absolutely adorable. You giggle when he licks your hand, and you begin to become less cautious when patting his head. You start to rub behind his ears as he leans closer to you. And you totally forget about going back out to start movie night and instead choose to spend some time doting over this lovable dog.

Momo, however, noticed how long you were gone.

"Gosh, I’m so tired," Jeongyeon groans, falling onto the couch, "Momo’s fucking demon dog ate my lunch, and I had to make another one, twice!" she scoffs.

Then it hits her, "I sent y/n to my room." All the girls stare at her, wide-eyed.

"You just sent your partner to their death," Dahyun mumbles.

"I was just starting to like them too," Tzuyu grumbles, sitting on the couch, crossing her arms.

Momo rolls her eyes at them before making her way into her room.

She dreads the thought of hearing growls from her room. But the deafening silence that appears seems to worry her even more. God damn it, she’s too late. She'll have to find a place to bury the body.

Quickly, she pushes the door open and witnesses a sight that she’d never thought she would see. Boo was letting you pet him, like you were actually caressing him. He nuzzled into your lap as you smoothed his fur.

"Y/n," she whispers. Both you and Boo look up at her, and she finds the sight so adorable.

"Hi Momo, you didn’t tell me you brought your dogs with you." You stand up with Boo in your arms. "He’s so cute." Boo softly yips once again as you begin to dot on him. "Oh yes, you are such a cute little puppy, so gentle and soft." He licks your finger when you poke him on the nose.

"Ah haha" Momo’s confused and worried laugh breaks your attention: "The girls are ready for movie night, so I suggest leaving the calm and charming," She grits the words through her teeth, "Boo here, so he-"

"Aww Momo, please," you whine, "can we watch the movie with him? I promise he won’t be bothersome, right boo?" You turn to the dog.

Did he just fucking nod? Momo thought her right eye twitched a bit. He’s trying to steal my lover; what a mutt. Her fists slightly clench. "Yes, of course, anything you want, love." She feigns her preppy attitude while you follow her to the living room. Boo still in your arms his head on his shoulder as he looks back at Momo. He pushes his tongue out, which causes Momo to glare at him and do the same.

"Holy shit," Jeongyeon says, once you walk in, everyone’s eyes zero down onto the dog in your arms.

"They tamed the beast," Sana mutters, and they all watch as you set Boo on the floor before taking a seat on the couch. They all watch as your arms make their way to lift him up, and they all wince at what’s to come. But there’s not a single growl, bark, or bite, just a content grumble as you begin to pet him.

“So what are we watching?”

#twice imagine #twice x reader #twice imagines #momo x reader #momo imagine #momo

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raainberry · 5 months

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Holiday +One

« Define “plus one”. »

Jihyo x gn!reader

Fluff

synopsis - the cat distribution system chose you but jihyo is skeptical about it

wordcount - 1.2K

T/W - Food

A/N - and if i said i used to hate cats… i am ashamed you are allowed to boo me. Anyways, here’s a little something I thought up last night. Happy holidays to all who celebrate!

“Baby, look!”

Jihyo jumped at your sudden eruption, hearing the front door slam behind you. She barely had time to look towards it that you had already reached her.

You were grinning ear to ear, a sight that didn’t surprise her as she’d heard the excitement in your voice loud and clear. What did surprise her though, is what you held in your hands and were practically shoving into her face.

“Y/n, what is that?” She leaned back, trying to focus on the ball of fur you so cautiously secured in between your hands.

“It’s a kitten!” You said excitedly, practically jumping in place as she stared in disbelief.

She had many questions, but you were actually holding a kitten, no doubt about it. Its fur looked a bit shriveled and the color seemed toned down by light dirt, making it clear you’d picked it up in the streets.

That was one more question answered.

“I can see that.” She said, but her voice and hesitant words exposed how confused she was.

You expected it. After all, it’s not every day you decide to rescue an adorable little kitten on your way home from work. The small cat had followed you down a whole street after your stop at a bakery, climbing one of your legs when you finally noticed and stopped to pet it.

As soon as you heard the squeaky meowing, it was over for you. A done deal that you knew Jihyo wouldn’t be all that convinced about, but you couldn’t just leave it there. The streets were humid and cold at this time of the year, it would just be plain cruel.

You convinced yourself you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if you didn’t at least help the kitten find a warmer place, even if it weren’t with you. So you texted Jihyo, telling her you’d be a little late but that it would probably be worth it before making your way to the nearest vet.

It was quite the detour. Half an hour to and from there, making you get to the apartment two hours later than you were supposed to. You made sure the visit was worth the scolding you knew was awaiting, getting all kinds of checks on the animal to get the odds in your favor.

Jihyo was nothing if not preventing, something you’d fallen for apart from her kindness and obviously good looks. You knew that she’d send you to get the kitten checked as soon as you’d step inside with it, so might as well get it over with.

Needless to say, you were confident and hoped she would let you take it in yourself with all these proofs of a healthy kitten.

She would have, if it weren’t for one small detail.

“Are you sure it’s not lost?” She asked, causing your smile to drop along with your shoulder.

You had shown her the papers, the kitten was sitting quietly and comfortably in her hands now, giving a glimpse of a life you’d dared to dream of for a moment.

“Hyo…” You whined. “I don’t know, they didn’t find a chip.”

“Let’s wait a few days and see if there’s any missing cat posters popping up.” She said, her tone firm.

The sight didn’t quite match what you were hearing, and it amused you. By the looks of it, it seemed she wasn’t really hoping for those posters either.

Her focus was busy coddling the small cat, her fingers gently scratching its fur and causing a very much audible purring from it. You grinned happily, leaving the papers behind as you felt eager to join the picture.

You could see it all already, the days spent cuddling and loving this cat together no matter how much it gave back, jokingly referring to it as your child but calling it the other’s as soon as it ruined one of your items.

It seemed so fun and exciting, but as soon as you wrapped your arm around her shoulder, you felt it all crumble in a comedic way.

The glare she sent you was a cold shower, rendering your dreams of a happy family into a mush of fake nostalgia and ruined hope.

She was in a mood.

You almost wondered why, suddenly remembering how late it was and how you’d forgotten to apologize.

Then the delicious smell of chocolate chip cookies hit your nose, reminding you of how you’d told her you wanted to learn her recipe and help her that same morning.

You bit your bottom lip, trapping it between your teeth as the guilt started to get to you.

You knew it wasn’t that big of a deal, or else she probably would have dealt with you as soon as you stepped inside. That only made you feel even worse, undeserving of her love—maybe that’s why she wasn’t giving you any at the moment.

You cleared your throat, removing your hand from her shoulder to scratch the back of your neck. Jihyo remained focused on the kitten, visibly endeared. The sight gave you mixed feelings now, but you pushed through the discomfort for the sake of her.

“A-are you okay?” You hesitated, earning her eyes on you.

You could tell she was trying to stay serious, her glare was weaker than usual. She tried really hard, but given the context of it all, the way you were looking at her and the cat’s sudden meowing... She was only human.

A human who had a soft spot for cats and loved an idiot she called her partner.

So she only managed to hold it for a few seconds before a smile cracked her demeanor, sending you both into a laughing fit.

“Of course I’m not okay!” She said, landing a playful slap on your shoulder. “You left me alone to bake the cookies.”

“I know, I’m really sorry.” You pouted, throwing your arms around her in another attempt to have her close to you after such a long day.

Thankfully she let you this time, but made sure to leave enough space for the kitten not to suffocate in your embrace like she was.

“But look I brought you a cutie pie!” You smiled, pulling away to pet who you already considered as one.

“I’m pretty sure I asked you to get a cake on your way back. We’re leaving for your parents’ tomorrow morning.” She reminded, and you stopped to look at her.

“Well, I got that too.” You smiled proudly. “It’s still in the car, though.”

Jihyo rolled her eyes at you, although she was unable to wipe that smile off her face. “You’re lucky it’s cute.”

“Am I forgiven?” You asked, lifting your eyebrows in hopes of rivaling the small furball in her hands.

She looked up at you, squinting her eyes as she thought about it. Even like that, you were happy her eyes were on you.

“I don’t know.” She hummed. “Do I have to drag you under a mistletoe to get a kiss?”

You grinned, not letting another second pass without your lips on hers. They felt so soft and warm, each one of her kisses left you always wanting more, forcing her to pull away every time.

If it were up to you, you’d never do that. The idea of ever wanting to seperate from her in any way simply was unfathomable.

You loved that woman so much, hopefully you wouldn’t have to share too much of her with this newcomer.

Your eyes left hers for a second, both of your gaze landing on the squeaking kitten.

“What do you want to call it?”

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