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luvyeni · 2 days
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𐙚 : 'HE SAID HE LIKES CRAZY GIRLS' ( text ) ֶָ֢ !
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request: can you do skz with 'said he likes crazy girls but he hates when i act crazy' kinda thing ❤️
authors note. i hope you like it , i had to so some research and this the best way i could do it 😭🩷
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miinatozakiii · 2 days
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are we still friends? (can we be friends?)
minatozaki sana x fem!reader ; fluff, angst 
synopsis: seeing sana again during christmas causes feelings to resurface
warnings: food ; alcohol ; datzu crumbs ; cursing ; proofread halfway bc i got lazy + grammar and spelling errors probably
a/n: how to write angst?? am i cooked?? (I'm cooked) ALSO I wrote this in December so a lonnnngg time ago like when I touched the doc for the first time two days ago it said last edited 12/30/23 T-T
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“y/n! come help with the decorations, it a bit tough to reach.” your mom calls out from the entrance.  
pausing in your place, you turn to respond to her, “i’ll be there in a bit, let me finish mixing everything.” 
“okay honey. make sure to wear a coat when you get out here, it’s chilly!” she yells back before closing the door. 
a giggle leaves your lips as you continue to sift the dry ingredients, trying not to spill the flour and sugar. when you’re done with a part of your cookie process, you wash your hands and throw on your puffer jacket before heading out to help your mom. 
christmas is in four days and your mom has this annual thing where she throws a big party at your place every christmas eve. she invites all her friends who are back in town—some even fly out to come to this big event—and it goes on until the concerningly late hours of the night.  
your mom didn’t get to throw this big party last year because she was terribly sick, so you missed it that time, but now she’s so back.  
this means you’re in charge of the baking (yet again) and also helping her out everywhere. it’s not that you don’t enjoy this, if anything you look forward to this event—just not this year, it won’t be the same as the previous christmas parties. 
your mom has this friend who moved in five minutes away from your house when you were twelve, and they had a daughter your age. of course, both your mothers found a way to get you guys to meet, and eventually, you’d be spending the majority of your middle and high school years together stuck by the hip. 
her name was minatozaki sana; she was the first person you had fallen in love with inside and out.  
she had this type of vibrance to her that spread through her surroundings like a bullet train. if the room was dim, it’d seem like she had brought a piece of the sun inside just by being there, instantly illuminating it. it was palpable that she had her flaws, everyone did, but with the way she held herself up and gave her all, you’d see right past her imperfections and into that warm heart of hers. 
sana expected nothing and appreciated everything, that’s what made her lips curl up into a contagious grin. the streaks of creased skin in the corner of her eyes as she flashed that toothy grin gave everyone the intimation that she was simply overjoyed to be able to have the ability to love and to care. she was so beautiful in the way she found adoration so enticing, and that’s why you had fallen in love with her. 
your years with her passed by quickly, each year was filled with vibrant memories that led you to fall even deeper into her charm. however, you never mustered up the courage to tell her how you really felt toward her, and by the time you had gotten close to spilling out your pent up feelings; sana had found herself a little boyfriend. 
chris was some guy on the basketball team—who was also a bit short and lacking skill to even make the team—he was an arrogant, pretentious, and egotistical snob who managed to win sana’s heart. how did he do this? who knows, everyone who’s interacted with him either hates his guts or is in love with his pathetic self.  
he was only nice around sana, but you had seen him when he wasn’t pretending like there wasn't a stick up his ass. he was below the bare minimum and that’s how you’d describe him, he was nowhere near sana’s league. if anything, maybe you were just jealous (and that you were), but you knew what kind of person deserved sana—chris was not someone who deserved a wonderful woman like her. 
that asshole managed to win sana’s heart and keep it for half of junior year and all of senior year of high school, then he managed to convince her to go to a college that was a five-hour flight away from home—and by the way, your town was a two-hour drive from a well-known, top notch university, one that you and sana agreed to go to when you were both in middle school. 
there was no way you’d let sana go to that college, not when chris was the reason she was going. it was a school that wasn’t even comparable to the one not so far from home, the one that had significant alumni and programs fit for the both of you. sana could easily win a decent scholarship to the university you’ve been dreaming of going to, but she was going to let him change her mind in a matter of seconds. 
there was no way you’d let that happen, so you simply walked over to her house and stormed up to her room after seeing her text regarding this whole plan, a fool’s plan.  
you remember the argument that shattered your friendships in seconds, almost like it was yesterday. 
“sana, you can’t just go to that school because of chris. look, i’m saying this as your friend and because i love you: he’s not all that, and the uni nearby has great health programs, they’re ten times better than the school over there and you know it.” you argue.  
you’re pacing around the room that you and sana have had countless late-night conversations and sleepovers in, the place where you had done more for sana than chris did. your eyes land on the two strips of laminated paper that hold the memory of the time you two had gone to the photobooth on your sixteenth birthday, your brows crease at the sight of your cheeks squished with sana’s as the two of you posed. a heavy breath makes your lungs shrink as you exhale. 
“i can’t let you do this, not for him sana.” 
“but i love him so much y/n, you know this. he promised we could stay in an apartment together and that everything would be perfect, we have a whole future planned and i—” 
“what about us sana?” you cut her off, voice breaking slightly. “what about our future? we promised that we’d go to that uni together, what happened to that? you’re going to throw it away for him?” 
“you’re being ridiculous y/n, we were thirteen! things change and you need to grow up, look—”  
“we’ve known each other since elementary school and you’re throwing away this opportunity for a guy whose grades are falling apart. not only that, he’s a fucking ass! you’ve come crying and complaining to me more times than i can count on my left hand.” you respond angrily, and much louder than you meant to. 
sana looks at you in disbelief, her expression almost carrying some sort of disappointment or disgust. she scoffs and you feel your heart shatter just from hearing it, this isn’t like her at all. 
“if you were so fucking annoyed by my misery then you could’ve told me,” she responds harshly, water lining her eyes.  
“sana that’s not what i—" 
“you’re supposed to be my best friend, always there for me and to support me. now look at you, what happened to that? can’t you be happy for me and chris? i seriously love him and all you’ve been is mopey and bitchy whenever he’s around.” 
“i know more people that have treated you better than him. he’s an asshole sana, it’s clear as day and even dahyun agrees.” 
her eyes meet the floor and she says in a smaller voice, “i love him y/n, and he loves me.” 
not like i love you, never will he love you like that. 
your features soften as you look at her. “sana you can’t—” 
“get out of my room.” sana spits in a stinging tone that’s worse than a dagger to your heart. she shakes her head then turns to avoid your gaze and your heart completely shatters as you watch a tear slide down her cheek in the process. “get out of my house, i don’t want to hear it.” 
“sana,” you begin, but when you hear her sniffle, you hold back everything that’s burning in your chest. your shoulders give up and sink in defeat before you croak out an “okay.” 
turning around, you step out of her bedroom with a heavy heart and trembling lips. tears stream down your cheeks as you make your way out of the house where sana and you had spent countless hours together—hours that you’d never forget no matter how hard you tried. 
each breath you take is visible in the cold air and snow compresses with each step you take whilst hanging up the christmas lights. your mother smiles once you pin the last string up and  then you take a step back to admire the illuminating pattern of diverse hues beaming when your mom presses the “on” button. 
“thank you again honey, i appreciate it.” your mom says, holding your hand and squeezing it gently.  
you turn and smile at her, shaking your head before responding, “anytime mom.” 
the two of you enter the house again and immediately you’re on your way back to the kitchen to finish up your famous cookies. you three different types of cookies: chocolate chip cookies (the fastest batch to be eaten), matcha cookies with white chocolate chips, and ube cookies—sana’s favorites. 
-- 
“ube? what’s that?” sana says, giggling softly as you hand her a purple cookie with white chocolate chunks.  
“just try it sana, you’ll love it.” you assure, urging her to try. “it’s purple too, how could you not?” 
she rolls her eyes at you then picks up the sweet treat, taking a bite of the cookie. it’s crunchy on the outside and perfectly soft on the inside, making her shoulders sink down and eyes close when the new, thrilling flavor meets her tastebuds. 
“so, how is it?” you ask, raising your brows. sana simply smiles and nods, shooting a dorky thumbs up before taking another bite. 
“it’s wonderful, it’s like coconut and nutty and has vanilla and oh my gosh it’s so… it’s really good.” she sighs, melting as she consumes your baked good. she looks adorable. 
you laugh at her response and take a bite of your own experiment, eyes widening at how good they were. sana was right, they’re wonderful. 
-- 
“ah the purple cookies, those were a hit ever since you started making them.” your mom says, rubbing your back. she looks at you with some pity, knowing about your little falling out with sana. 
you simply smile and nod. “i like them, i was going to save some for myself too.” you joke, easing some tension in the air. 
“well, i’m going to call your dad up, go visit the kim’s later and tell them i said hi.” your mom insists, placing a twenty dollar bill on the marble counter. “heard they have a holiday latte out, you should try it. dahyun’s also been experimenting with her baking and beverages, she gets better each time i visit.” 
“of course she is,” you chuckle lightheartedly, “let me just finish these last cookies and i’ll put them in the fridge for a bit. did you want anything from their place?” 
“no, it’s fine. oh wait! i have a present for dahyun’s mom, can you give her this if she’s there?” she asks. 
“mhm,” you hum,  “just put it near my bag on the couch.” 
“thanks sweetie, i’ll do that.” your mother beams, then rushes towards her room to grab whatever it was that she needed. 
-- 
ring  
the sound of the bell chimes throughout the café—which is not too busy other than the elderly group in the corner and a student typing away at their computer to the side. you catch sight of the familiar face, instantly grinning when you walk towards the register. 
dahyun is turned away from you and cleaning the espresso machine, wiping it down and yelling a “welcome! feel free to check out the holiday pastries and beverages!” without turning towards you. 
you laugh and speak up, “it’s nice to see you miss know-it-all.” and upon hearing your voice dahyun instantly turns around, beaming a bright grin and setting her rag down. 
“y/n? you didn’t tell me you were in town? what the hell where were you last year?” she questions, walking out from behind the counter and then towards you to greet you with a warm hug. she smells like coffee grinds and cinnamon, you hug her back and smile. 
“i was deathly sick last year, like seriously fighting for my life. i didn’t tell you?” 
“no stupid, you didn’t.” she sighs, then pulls away to look at you. “i’ve only seen your instagram posts, haven’t seen you in a bit and wow… you look better than in the pictures.” 
“thank you?” you giggle before she walks over to return back behind the register. “i’ve also seen your instagram… who’s that girl you’ve been posting? got a girl and didn’t fill me in with the details?” you pry, smirking cheekily. 
“oh, tzu… gosh y/n we have so much to talk about, i’m glad you’re back in town.” dahyun says appreciatively, and you don’t miss the slight pink that dusts on her cheeks before she starts again, “let’s talk over some coffee. what can i get you? on the house by the way. we have like, thirty minutes before a bunch of people start piling in.” 
a giggle leaves your lips again before you decide on a peppermint mocha. dahyun gets to work and weighs out the coffee grins as you situate yourself to the side, watching her work her magic. 
the two of you catch up on what’s been going on with college, dahyun’s love life that you’ve missed out on, and what you’ve been up to yourself. twenty minutes pass and you’ve both ended up on some old memory that has the two of you laughing like idiots again, making both your stomachs hurt. 
“so… we’ve talked about what’s been going on with me… what about you and your love life? bet you’ve met a girl too.” dahyun interrogates with a teasing tone.  
“oh, well—” you begin, awkwardly staring at the cup in your hand. “i dated this girl for a while, but we ended up falling out and staying friends, nothing much… we just weren’t right for each other.” 
“i see…” dahyun responds, holding herself back from bringing up the sensitive topic—or, well, person.  
dahyun was aware of the falling out as well, but still stayed friends with sana. however, she was your friend before she met sana, so she had made sure if it was alright to keep contact and whatnot. of course you didn’t want your own personal problems to get in between other friendships, and you still loved sana despite everything that had happened so you gave dahyun the green light.  
after running to dahyun the same night of the argument with sana, you cried for an hour or two in her room. this was the first time you turned to someone other than sana, and dahyun had been on your side of the whole situation, making it easier to comfort and reassure you. she also disliked chris, but not as much as she liked you. 
she pretty much agreed with everything you had ranted about and thought it was stupid that sana would rather choose that asshole over someone like you, and later on you’d confess that you were in love with sana to dahyun. when everything had been rocky with sana, dahyun had been by your side, and you were grateful for that. 
“well, maybe you’ll land yourself a kiss under the mistletoe, who knows who’ll be showing up to your christmas party.” dahyun nudges you, smiling as she hands you some peppermint chocolate bark treat. “i could always set you up~” 
“it’s fine, really.” you guarantee. a smile spreads across your face and you dismiss her offer with a wave of your hand. “um, by the way… has um, has she stopped by or anything like that recently? does sana still visit—" 
there’s another ring from the door opening that cuts you off, making dahyun’s attention redirect towards the customer walking in. her eyes widen and she pauses in place before smiling awkwardly, then she mumbles an uneasy “um, be back…” before walking over to the register. 
you don’t think much of her weird mood shift and instead swirl around the small remainder of coffee in the latte cup. 
“hi dahyun! it’s nice to see you again.” a voice beams.  
you freeze in place, all of your body tensing up as soon as the familiar voice processes through your ears. it’s smooth, it’s sweet, and it has that same high-pitched ring and giggle that follows. immediately, your heartbeat spikes and you’re doing anything you can to avoid interacting or even looking in the woman’s direction. 
“it’s nice to see you too sana,” dahyun greets with a bubbly tone. the name being uttered from dahyun’s mouth is enough to make your hands grip the cup in your hand a little tighter. “can i get you anything?”  
“hm… i’ll have that peppermint mocha please. i’m also going to take a look around the bakery, i need to grab some treats for others. you know how it is, holidays and whatnot.” sana says in that adorable tone, it has you falling for her all over again just when you thought you’d gotten over everything that’s happened. 
quickly, you finish the last sip of your coffee before setting the empty cup down abruptly. it makes a small yet noticeable sound with the glass plate it had been sitting on, making sana advert her gaze.  
the small gift you had set down beside you is now placed on the glass that covers the display of christmas themed cakes. dahyun looks at you in confusion and tilts her head before you turn to smile at her, avoiding sana’s widening eyes. 
“thanks for the coffee dahyun, take the present on the glass to your mom—it’s from my mom to yours.” you start, trying to keep your voice level 
every ounce of restraint and discipline is fighting back the urge to simply glance at sana, who’s standing right in front of dahyun. you almost manage to avoid her, but it’s inevitable, your eyes land on your first love for the first time in almost two years. 
she’s looking at you with parted lips and surprise, but she still looks as beautiful as you remember. sana looks a little more mature than when you last saw her; the curve of her jaw is sharper, lips somehow brighter and her features are more defined overall. sana is wearing a scarf that fits around her neck comfortably, a brown, fluffy sweater, and dark sweatpants with uggs to compliment the outfit. there’s simplicity in her look—she’s jaw dropping, the sight of her makes your jaw tighten and heartbeat spike.  
her eyes meet yours for exactly three seconds, enough time to have every memory flowing in. 
clearing your throat, you finish your farewell to dahyun with a smile, “i’ll see you around, my mom says hi to your mom, tell her i also said hi too. i’ll get going now, have a good one.” 
your body doesn’t fight back the urge to glance at sana again—big mistake—before turning around and walking out the door. 
sana keeps her look on you the whole time, baffled to see you here and her own heart yearns for you. she’s missed you more than you’d ever know, and more than she’d like to admit. it doesn’t help her case that you’re ten times more attractive than when she’d last seen you at graduation. 
“you should talk to her.” dahyun says softly. sana keeps her eye on the door, you’re already out and probably in your car, but she keeps her eye on the door still. 
“were you talking to her earlier?” sana asks, now turning to face the younger woman. 
“we were catching up.” dahyun answers. the woman behind the register turns around to start making sana’s drink, unknowingly the same drink you had ordered. it all makes dahyun’s own heart sink in her chest a bit. “how long has it been since you’ve talked to her?” 
“since graduation.” sana explains, looking down at the counter. “i messed up.” 
dahyun turns around again to see sana, sorrow and regret etching into her features. the barista frows and reaches over to place her hand on sana’s shoulder, then rubs it gently.  
“talk to her, there’s always time to fix things. especially with y/n.” 
-- 
a few days past since that meeting, you’re still shaken up from it to say the least.  
sana is too, but you aren’t aware of that. 
to stray away from this event that is dreadfully close to leading to some form of existential crisis or spiral, you’re helping your mom out with setting up the last few decorations and tables while your cookies that you chilled a couple days ago bake.  
dahyun is also coming over with her girlfriend in the evening to exchange a couple of greetings and to properly introduce her girlfriend tzuyu to you. your mother had met tzuyu before and talked highly about her, so you were excited to meet her yourself.  
when the time comes, you hear a knock at the door and shoot up to answer it. you open the door and dahyun stands there with a nervous grin on her face. next to her stands tzuyu—and sana.  
your eyes widen and your jaw tenses when you see her perfect face, standing next to tzuyu with this awkward smile. she’s wearing a gray pullover and black sweatpants; an orange scarf also wraps around her neck comfortably. she looks snug and cute as ever, no matter what she’s adorable in your eyes. your heart flutters and you get all nervous like a teenager again. 
pushing away the edginess flowing throughout your whole being, you greet dahyun with a warm hug, then give tzuyu and friendly one as well. you’re not sure how to greet sana, being all shaken up by just her presence, so you resort to a smile and a small “hi sana,” then invite them all in. 
sana walks in and her hand brushes against your arm on accident, the two of you definitely notice it—though you both decide to ignore it and the warmth in your chests.  
your mom greets all the girls with a hug and the five of you sit down in your homey living room. sana sits across from you on the couch next to your mom, and you sit there avoiding eye contact as you all catch up. 
an hour passes by and dahyun is over in the living room talking to your mom about what’s been going on with her parents and the bakery. in the meantime, you decide to give yourself a break from feeling all nervous just by being near sana. 
standing up, you announce, “i’m going to the kitchen for a bit.” your mom simply raises her brows at your sudden departure, you’ve been silent for most of the conversation and it seems like you’re the only one affected by the tension in the room. “won’t be long.” you add, smiling weakly. 
the fridge is still full of some essentials, and to the side, there’s some cold brew and your favorite coconut milk; everything you need is right where you need it. you head over to the counter and grab your favorite glass cup, heart stinging at the memory of when you had received it. it was one of the many gifts from sana. 
you grab some ice and put it in the cup, then add your cold brew inside. then you grab a small cup with some honey and search for a spoon so you can mix it in with the coconut milk. 
“drinking coffee at this time?” a voice says, making you freeze. you break out of your short trance and hum in response before continuing to make your drink. 
“you know i can’t resist a good coffee, sana.” and the way her name slips off your tongue feels right. you haven’t said it often since the falling out and it still rolls off perfectly, it feels right coming from you. you’re hesitant to talk again, feeling her eyes drill into your back. something in your heart shifts and you manage to ask, “did you want something to drink?” 
“yeah,” she answers, walking over to you and sitting at the kitchen island. “same thing you’re drinking, but sweeter.” 
of course she wants it sweet, just like always.  
“okay.”  
your back is still turned towards sana and she watches you grab another glass. as you do so, she gets a glimpse of your own glass and smiles. “is that the cup i got you?”  
still fixing up her drink, you nod and answer, “yeah. it’s my favorite.” 
“a lot of your gifts are my favorites too.” she admits, her voice so soft and fragile that you’re scared the thick tension in the air might break it. 
sana watches you turn around, but you still avoid her gaze. you place both cups on the surface of the kitchen island and begin to pour the coconut milk mixtures into the coffee. the liquids swirl as they combine, creating a satisfying view. sana’s quick to redirect her attention back to you, staring at your face again. 
last time she had saw you at dahyun’s cafe, she only had the chance to get a simple glance at your features, not enough time to fully take in everything that’s changed about your apperance. there’s two new piercings on both ears and a new, small tattoo below your ear; the length of your hair is also noticeably longer. your lips part as you swirl both cups in your hands around, and then you take a quick glance to the side, allowing sana to admire your side profile and the unique curve of your nose and lips. 
you hold the mug out for her and finally meet her eyes again. sana’s favorite thing about you were your eyes, they’re still as pretty as she remembers.  
it’s some thursday night during your sophomore year of high school, you were supposed to be studying with sana for your math quiz tomorrow, but she had other ideas.  
“stay still,” sana mumbles softly. 
she situates you in the chair near her desk and tilts your head up with the fingers holding your chin. she’s inches away from you as she puts some sort of sponge on your face, brows creasing as she does so. your heart is racing. 
after a couple of minutes, sana finishes up your makeup. she’s done some type of natural look on you, nothing too heavy or bold. you look at yourself through the mirror and take a moment to examine sana’s doings. as you do so, sana can’t keep her eyes off you. 
something in her heart shifts as she admires you. her eyes land on your lips, they’re oddly alluring, and sana’s cheeks burn. 
“sana you’re staring… do i look weird?” 
“no,” she practically breathes out, mouth slightly agape. “you’re beautiful.” she says breathlessly, her expression turning all serious it makes you giggle awkwardly. 
there have been many moments where sana has found you pretty, not just physically. your small gifts and reassurance have made her heart flutter, but she’s always figured that was just because she loved you deeply as a friend. but when you stare at her with those eyes in this moment, she’s so surprised by everything she feels. she's giddy and happy and warm inside and gosh her heart wants to jump out her chest and cling onto you. she's not opposed to the feeling; she always has this feeling aorunf you and she loves it. that's why she’s always around you in the first place. 
her face burns and you’re gazing at her all confused, you look so cute. 
growing nervous from how non-verbal sana has been, you try to shake her out of her trance. “hey, you’re scaring me. earth to sana? hellooooo…?” 
“how are you so pretty all the time.” sana’s eyes soften and her whole body relaxes as she rests her head on her palm. “like, your face is so perfect and your eyes… god y/n, whoever gets to be with you would be so lucky, seriously. like, you’re honestly the prettiest girl in our school, how do you not have a boyfriend?” 
your cheeks flush from the abrupt compliment, so you push her gently and giggle. sana giggles along with you, still star-struck. you’re both young and unknowingly in love with each other—giggles and teasing seem to be the only way to hide that. 
sana has always found you attractive, after all these years she still hasn’t figured out why she made the mistake of pursuing chris instead of the person who was always there for her—and ten times prettier. you’ve always been right there, she’s a fool for looking right past you. 
sana grabs the mug, still making eye contact with you and both your eyes soften at the same time. 
“y/n i’m sorry.” she says immediately, “i messed up really bad and—” 
“sana,” you cut her off, “just enjoy the drink.” she watches you smile at her, it’s genuine and small, still enough to calm her nerves. you grab your glass and walk towards the door to the porch, tilting your head and urging her to come follow. sana figures she could pour her heart out later, if it were on the porch it wouldn’t be the first time she’s poured out her emotions there.  
the two of you find a seat across from each other, the fairy lights above create some type of ambiance to ease the tension that’s hanging in the air like an invisible cloak of some sort, suffocating the two of you with its unease. 
“how have you been?” sana asks. it’s cliché, but what else was she supposed to say?  
you don’t look up from the drink in your hand when you respond, “good, you?”  
“likewise.” sana lies, her jaw clenching.  
“you know,” you begin, and with intent, your eyes meet her face and she’s doing the same as you had been doing before; she simply sits there with the drink in her hand, looking quite on edge. “i figured if i were to see you again like this, chris would be with you.”  
“we broke up three months after we moved in together.” sana says quietly, “i broke up with him.” 
“sana…” you mumble quietly, surprised to say the least. “why— what?” 
“i ruined everything between you and i because i was so blinded by his affection, i couldn’t stay with him anymore with guilt clawing at me.” she explains, her voice breaking slightly. “and i couldn’t bring myself to talk to you after hurting you. losing you was the biggest mistake of my life. god, it took everything in me to come back to you.” 
“you never lost me sana,”  
“i’m just… sorry for everything, i really am.” she says sincerely, “and i don’t think enough words could really explain how sorry i am.” 
you look at her with pity, and despite her coldness towards you during the last semester of your senior year, you decide to let everything go. she’s your best friend after all, you promised yourself to be there. 
“it’s okay.” you say, it’s not the truth, but it’s not a lie either. “it was my fault too for letting the distance between us get larger.” 
“don’t say that, it’s not your fault.” sana sighs. she takes a sip of the coffee, it’s good, of course— everything you’ve ever made for her has been great. “i only stayed with chris because i was scared. that’s why it was so easy for me to leave everyone i loved behind, i think.” 
“scared? …of what?” 
she looks dead into your eyes and exhales, “i realized that, that maybe i was with chris because i was trying to push down how i felt about you.” 
you tilt your head in confusion, then begin to pry, “sana what do you mean—" 
“y/n, i was falling for you and it terrified me. i mean, i loved you, and honestly, i think i still do. i'm so fucking dumb, god i'm just oblivious.” sana says, then immediately, your heart rate spikes and your brows raise. she continues while fidgeting with her fingers, “i guess it’s easier to admit now because we’ve grown distant, and physically we’re distant enough. chris treated me alright and loved me, but i came crying to you all the time because he never treated me like how i wanted you to treat me, i don’t know why i did that. i don’t know why i let myself go through that when i had you. every time i’d kiss him i wished it were you, every time we did anything honestly.” 
sana's eyes shimmered with unshed tears, their glossy shine failing to hide the immense emotions she was desperately trying to suppress. the weight of her confession hung in the air, causing the entire world to momentarily freeze. it felt as though time itself had paused, giving you a moment to absorb the magnitude of her words. 
sana loved you, and she still does. you loved her, and you still do.  
but really, you can’t. you can’t go through with this. it’s too sudden, so unorganized and uncertain. 
all of this is a recipe for disaster. 
the echo of her vulnerability reverberated through the atmosphere, your mind spun in a cyclone of emotions. thoughts collided and collided again like football players during some game, leaving your head in a dizzying state of confusion, the sheer intensity of it all was jarring, leaving you all disoriented. the feelings you suppressed were finding their way back out, and you found yourself teetering on the precipice of vulnerability once again, just as you did years ago. 
finding out that sana loved you still gave you hope, but the revelation also made you uneasy. it had been too long without sana, and so much had happened, so there was the chance that things would be all rocky. besides, it’s just too sudden. 
“i’m— sorry for dumping all of this, i just wanted to give you closure because… well, i should’ve given you it years ago.” a tear streams down her eye as she says this, and then she begins to stand. “i should leave, i’m sorry for not letting you know i was coming— god i’m so sorry.” 
“sana wait—” you start, grabbing her wrist. she looks into your eyes, her’s are still glossy. you decide it’s better to let her go for now, unsure if this is the last time you’ll see her after this—hopefully not. “it’s okay, just… be careful. you know i’m always here, always sha.” 
the nickname that you made up for her makes her heart crack a little, she can only smile back at you for now. 
— 
the conversation between dahyun, tzuyu, and your mom is interrupted when dahyun catches the sight of sana pulling her scarf off the hook and wrapping it around her neck again. she takes account of the slight flush of her nose and cheeks, as well as her water-lined eyes. 
“you’re leaving?” dahyun asks, concern clear in her tone. sana simply smiles and nods, “yeah, i’ll see you at the holiday party. it was nice seeing you too miss l/n, i missed all of this.” 
“you’re always welcome honey,” your mother assures, “where’s y/n?” 
“out on the porch, she said she’ll be back in a bit. i’ll see you all, thank you.” sana says before departing, leaving the three women in the living room perplexed. 
a few minutes later whilst the three in the living room conjure up theories of what had happened while you and sana had been gone—you appear with a blank expression. you sit down next to your mom and lean against her, not saying a word. 
tzuyu (who is only briefly caught up with whatever had happened between you and sana, and she deinfitely needs a thorough presentation on your history) looks at dahyun and tilts her head, dahyun simply shakes her own head. 
“sana and i talked a bit, resolved and made things clear.” you say, answering the elephant in the room. “i’m heading up, i’m getting sleepy and i want to have some energy for the party tomorrow.” you add. “it was nice getting to know you tzuyu, you’re perfect for the idiot beside you. night everyone.” chuckling quietly in between responses. 
and with that you’re walking up the stairs to your room, leaving your mom, tzuyu, and dahyun perplexed yet again. 
december 25th, five o’clock pm. 
you're greeting guests, various familiar faces and their parents, family friends, and whoever else you mom managed to fit on the list. 
the party is lively, with people scattered in the backyard and on the little porch while your dad grills his signature bbq meats. your mom laughs with her friends as she sips on her wine, moving her hands around as she talks to emphasize her little life updates. 
in the basement with you are your old high school friends: momo, her cousin mina, jaehyun, mark, johnny, seulgi, sooyoung, jeongyeon, and dahyun, who’s accompanied by tzuyu. the rest of your frineds couldn’t make it, they were probably out of town. all of them sit on the floor or couch with a can of smirnoff or soda, all chatting and laughing over old memories. 
you lean against jaehyun as you laugh, letting yourself hide behind his shoulder while mark ruthlessly brings up each embarrassing phase you’ve had. what a guy, a guy you’ll be figthing soon if he keeps this up. 
the feeling of your phone ringing against your palm as you hold it catches your attention, directing you from the conversation at hand. the screen shows a call from “mom♡” which earns a confused look. you answer the call, cupping the phone so you can hear her better as you answer. 
“hello? did you need something?” 
“hey honey, would you mind coming out for a bit? someone wants to see you.” 
“someone?” you ask, “one of your friends or...?” 
“just come on out sweetie.” she insistts. 
“okay okay, whatever you say.” you respond before ending the call and starting to get up. jaehyun looks up at you with a quirked brow as he sips on his drink. you look back and shrug, “my mom wants me to meet ‘someone,’ probably one of her friends or something. i won’t be long.” you respond to him and let the others know. 
"alright, take your time," jaehyun says with a nod, setting his drink down. "hopefully, it won't be too boring," he adds with a small smirk, teasing you gently. you roll your eyes playfully in response before grabbing your jacket and heading towards the sliding door.  
you were right about the guess on seeing your mom's friend, or—friends. however, the sudden chill you get when seeing the minatozaki’s on the porch makes you tense up.  
they're standing there, glasses of wine in their hands as they look at you. sana's mom has a smile on her face, so does her dad. you walk up to them and try to shake off your nerves, fully hugging sana’s mom and giving sana’s dad a side hug. 
“it’s been a while hasn’t it?” sana’s mom says, putting her hand on your shoulder and grinning. “it’s wonderful to see you again.” 
“likewise.” you respond, melting into relaxation the more you get used to this atmosphere. “how have you all been?” 
after a tense reunion with sana’s parents, they find out about your ambitions and what you’ve been up to. not much is mentioned about the falling out between you and their daughter, but the thought most definitely lingers in the cold, winter air.  
sana's parents tell you about an internship she earned at a hospital her first year, saying they’re proud of her for helping others and the bonus of the nice paycheck that came with the experience. they tell you she’s found herself a guaranteed transfer to your school and that she’s excited to help even more people in the nursing program. it sounds like sana’s a great person, she’s always wanted to help others, it makes you smile and nod as her parents update you on what she’s been up to. 
but there’s this feeling of uncertainty and sorrow brewing. the fact that you have to hear about sana from anyone but her breaks you a bit, knowing that the two of you wouldn’t hesitate to update each other back then. now, it seems like you’re missing a chunk of memories that you could’ve shared with sana. 
“we asked her to come to the party.” mr. minatozaki says, looking at you with a sympathetic smile. “she said she’d consider it.” 
“oh, i see.” you respond, nodding whilst looking at the ground.  
part of you is glad that she’s not here, but who are you kidding, there would never be a time where you’d be dissapointed to catch her near you, despite the paranoia taking over. 
“well, it’s nice to catch up y/n. we've missed you, it’s great to see how well you’re doing. your parents must be proud.” mr. minatozaki concludes, looking at you with admiration. 
“yeah, thanks.” you say, “well, i'll leave you to talk to my parents, but i'll stop by again to talk to you two. it's really nice to catch up, i've missed you guys too, and your wonderful dinners.” you add jokingly, earning a laugh from the couple. 
sana's mom kisses your temple and hugs you, then lets you walk back into the house. 
it seems like this whole night has been full of surprises—scratch that, at this point, everything is a surprise ever since you've been back in town. especially now, because once you step into the kitchen, there’s a familiar woman who’s making your knees weak all over again. 
“y/n, hey.” sana greets softly, smiling at you. 
she's just hung up her scarf on the little hook near the fridge, the same place she’d always hang it back then. there was this unspoken rule that when sana was here, there were certain spaces that belonged to her; the hook near the fridge, the chair at the dining table closest to the living room, the right side of your bed, and the left side of the couch in the basement.  
still, you’re pissed at the fact she had practically cut you off completely over a boy just to come back years later to win you back. it irritated you how easy it was for sana to convince you, but you were much angrier at the thought of her coming back to see you because her and chris didn’t work out. was she serious about the breakup? was that all it took to forget that she had caused so much mental turmoil? 
despite this, her being in your house again and seeing her at this christmas party like years before; everything reminds you of the fact that sana had always lingered in your home. 
“hey, didn’t think you’d make it.” you respond, watching her shrug. 
“my parents said your signature cookies are here, i had to.” 
can't be the only reason, you want to mumble, but your lips stay sealed. 
sana speaks again, “i stole a couple, ate some earlier actually. still as great as i remembered.” 
“thanks.” you mutter, walking over to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. “did you want to talk about something?” 
“what do you mean?” 
“there’s a reason you came, and i know it’s for me since you’re not in the basement with everyone else. we both know that’s the signature spot.” 
sana cringes at your tone, but gives in. 
“i just wanted to see you, and hopefully talk to you normally.” 
it's taking everything in you to hold your ground, to protect yourself from this sudden appearance that’s making you all uneasy again. you can’t let sana screw you up again with a simple visit, you can’t. 
“i know you’re sorry but sana, you treated me so terribly. do you know how much i cried? how fucking terrible i felt after losing my friend of years to chris?” you seethe, sighing. “part of me wants to start over, maybe try again—but how can i do that when there’s the chance of you throwing away everything, we rebuild over another stupid fucking guy.” 
she looks at you with guilt in her eyes, her shoulders sinking and words jumbling in her throat.  
“y/n, nothing—no one, despite what i've done to you, will ever make me forget how much i love you. there's always a space in my heart for you.” 
you scoff, anger flowing throughout you now, then walk over to her. she stands against the frame of the entrance, you stand in front of her now, looking down slightly. sana's looking at you directly in the eye, you can see the hurt and regret in her eyes; her look brings you back to your senses. 
“how do i know you’re not bluffing? sana, every ounce of me wants to redo this.” your voice cracks slightly, the hurt evident in your tone.  
“you just have to trust me, i'm sorry, i'm really sorry.” 
you feel like curling up into a ball and hiding, the way your chest tightens makes you want to cry a bit. 
the party ends around one in the morning, considering the fact that some of the attendants are adults that don’t have the energy to party until the sunrises.  
jaehyun’s just crossed the line, now slurring his words and laughing stupidly while he gets touchy with the guys, so mark ends up driving him home. johnny catches a ride with seulgi and sooyoung. with them gone, you’re in the basement with momo, mina, dahyun, and tzuyu. all five of you end the night with some recollections of memories, momo’s recent date, mina’s annoying professor, and before you know it you all are hugging goodbye. 
you've already gone through three cans of the smirnoff cans, it hadn’t done much except make you a little more giggly and talkative. you were a little tipsy, that was all. 
throughout the night, tzuyu and dahyun exchange glances, their eyes meeting repeatedly, dahyuns hand rubbing tzuyu’s thigh, and the little smiles they give each other. all of it doesn’t go unnoticed – at least by you – and hints at the potential for something you don’t want to think of in detail once they return home.  
as you observe their subtle interactions, a pang of envy stirs within you, longing for that same allure and anticipation. amidst the swirling emotions, a sense of emptiness creeps in, amplified by the beers you’ve had. you're left to ponder on what’s making you feel hollow, still feeling bad after raising your voice at sana earlier. 
you can’t feel bad, you shouldn’t. whatever you did wasn’t comparable to her practically pretending you didn’t exist for almost two years. 
after rolling your eyes and saying some stupid joke to dahyun and tzuyu – the last to leave the house – you head back to the basement.  
of course, sana had to be sitting on the couch, head turned towards the tv as she sipped on a beer.  
“hey.” you mutter, earning her attention as she turns away from the christmas movie you paused earlier. 
“hi.” sana greets. 
every ounce of anger, irritation, and dread had been squeezed out your body at the sight of her. you genuinely think it’s the alcohol that’s making you rethink everything, making it hard to fight back that voice in your head that’s trying to stay reserved and petty. 
sana sits there, her gaze fixed on you with intensity. her glasses are perched on her nose, a familiar sight whenever she's engrossed in watching tv or anything like that. the sight only adds to her charm, making her look even more adorable. you can't help but notice her favorite cardigan draped over her shoulders – the fluffy, white knit cardigan she adores so much –it's a cherished gift from your mother, and she's held onto it all these years. her eyes bore into yours, drilling into your skull and compelling you to plop down beside her as if nothing had ever transpired between you. you surrender, maybe it’s the late hours of the night, maybe the beer, o rmaybe just sana. 
(it’s probably just sana.) 
she turns back to the movie playing, some stupid romcom jaehyun had put on as background noise. 
your eyes trace the curve of her nose, lingering on her lips and the impeccable contour of her jawline as she remains fixated on the tv screen. her side profile captivates you for a moment, holding you in some sort of spell until she breaks the silence with her soft voice. 
“i think our parents are playing card games in the kitchen.”  
“probably betting money too.” 
“remember when your dad took your christmas money for their game?” sana asks, giggling at the memory. her eyes are still fixed on the screen, you decide to tune into the movie too. “didn’t he lose too?” 
“yeah.” you sigh, sinking into the couch. “he paid me back double the next day though.” 
“so it was worth it?” 
“yeah, i think we went out to eat with that money.” 
sana turns to gaze at you, her eyes tracing the soft contours of your profile in the dimly lit room. the glow from the tv accentuates her favorite features of yours, and she finds herself lost in the sight before her. for a while, she simply stares, allowing the comfortable silence to envelop the moment.  
you turn to look at her now, you two just stare at each other for a while more. 
“maybe we can try again.” you mumble, giving into the beauty in front of you. “every part of me is against the idea.” 
“that’s understandable.” sana agrees. she sighs before adding, “you don’t have to try again.” 
“i know.” you assure, “but i think we should.” 
“i’m sorry.” 
“i know, sana.”  
as the music from the tv fills the room, silence once again settles between you and sana. you know that you can't let this opportunity slip away – it's everything you've wanted, and deep down, you realize it's everything you've needed too.  
there's a mistletoe that’s hung above the two of you, it’s been there the whole time, both of you were aware of it. it dangles from the light tantalizingly, but neither of you do anything about it. neither you or sana even mention it. your mind races to the memory of dahyun and tzuyu kissing each other under it and part of you wants to kiss sana like that, but you won’t let her kiss and make up. 
you reach out, your fingers gently intertwining with hers. you lift her hand to your lips, feeling the warmth of her skin against your own. softly, you press a kiss upon the back of her hand, you linger in the intimacy of the gesture. 
the two of you sit there for a moment, letting the world around you two fade away. 
everything about the moment renders you weak. you think to yourself that maybe, just maybe, a second chance is enough to patch things up. if it’s with sana, then maybe it’s worth it. 
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Thinking about feral Channie who absolutely cannot get enough of you. He’s so riled up that all he can think about is fucking you fast and hard. His strong dancer hips and thighs are perfect for snapping into yours, long and hard. He’s able to reach deep inside you with each thrust, eliciting the most filthy sounds from you both. You think that maybe he’s fucking you to the beat of a song in his head that only he can hear, maybe the latest track he’s working on, because there’s no way he’s this consistent with his pace. Fucking you from behind he needs his hands full of you, grabbing bruising fistfuls of your hips or tits. When he gives you a particularly harsh thrust you can’t help the sound that leaves your mouth and you stick your face into the mattress to muffle it; a hand now intertwined in your hair grabs and pulls hard, causing your mouth to fall open in surprise. “Let. Me. Fuckin. Hear. You.” He enunciates each word with a thrust and follows it with a sharp smack to your ass, becoming faster and sloppier with the louder you are. He loves when you’re vocal about how good he’s making you feel and when you can’t stop the noises coming out of your body, matching them with his own loud grunts and heavy breathing. When you finally cum around his cock he’s a goner, spewing the filthiest praises, relentless and brutal as he fucks your through your orgasm. When you whine from the sensitivity of overstimulation he finally comes undone, spilling his release onto your ass with a loud sigh.
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☆ ENHYPEN HYUNG LINE AND THEIR TROPES
─or in other words, how they fall for you.
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( N𝒪T𝑒𝓈. ) enhypen as romance tropes. fluff. kinda suggestive. fem!reader. 3218 words. PLS REBLOG .ᐟ
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☆ 이희승 ─ LEE HEESEUNG ; ( bestfriends!brother )
You had known Heeseung for years, ever since your best friend, Yeji, introduced you during your high school years. Initially, Heeseung was just Yeji’s older brother, someone you admired from a distance as you tagged along with Yeji on countless family gatherings. But as time passed, you found herself drawn to him in ways you couldn’t quite understand. It wasn’t just his charming smile or his easygoing personality; it was something deeper, something that ignited a spark within you whenever he was around.
Over the years, your feelings for Heeseung grew quietly, like a vine creeping up a wall, until they enveloped you entirely. You found yourself stealing glances at him when you thought no one was looking, noticing the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed and the way his fingers effortlessly danced across the piano keys during family gatherings.
But you knew better than to entertain these feelings. Heeseung was Yeji’s brother, off-limits in every sense of the word. You tried to bury your desires deep within you, to ignore the butterflies that fluttered in your stomach whenever he was near. You reminded yourself that he was forbidden fruit, tempting but ultimately untouchable.
Rubbing your eyes tiredly, you stand up from Yeji‘s bed and make your way towards the door of her dorm room. The hallway floor squeaks under your feet as you make your way downstairs towards the kitchen. Your throat is dry, begging for water.
Quietly, you tiptoe through the dark kitchen. You grab a glass and turn on the sink, allowing it to fill. The water runs through your lips as you gulp the cool liquid, refreshing your insides. But a deep voice behind you causes you to jump, spilling water over your shirt.
"Couldn‘t sleep?"
You turn around, facing a tired and half-naked Heeseung leaning against the door frame, arms crossed. His dark brown hair is tousled, his broad shoulders on display. He has his signature smirk, looking at you with heavy lids.
"Yeah, you could say that. What about you tho?" you ask, trying not to stare at his body.
He shrugs, "I can’t sleep when im stressed. And I have a lot to think about."
Heeseung comes towards you, leaning against the kitchen counter next to you. His fingers brush against yours as he takes the glass from your hands. You watch as he brings the glass to his lips, drinking the remaining water in one gulp.
The scene is strangely intimate, and you wonder if Heeseung is aware of the effect he has on you, the way his mere presence makes you nervous.
He sets the empty glass on the counter, his eyes never leaving yours.
"So what's bothering you?" you ask, curiosity getting the better of you.
Heeseung's smile fades, and his expression becomes serious. "It‘s you," he says quietly.
Your heartbeat quickens, and you're not sure if you heard him correctly. "Me?"
Heeseung steps closer, the distance between you almost non-existent. His fingers trace the side of your face, sending goosebumps down your spine.
"You're driving me crazy," he whispers, his breath warm against your lips.
Before you can respond, Heeseung closes the gap between you, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. You gasp, overwhelmed by the suddenness of it all.
Heeseung's hands rest on your hips, pulling you close as his lips move against yours. The taste of him is intoxicating, and you feel lightheaded as his tongue explores your mouth.
You cling to his broad shoulders, feeling his muscles flex beneath your fingers. His kiss is fierce and hungry, a culmination of the desire that has been building between you for so long.
You slightly pull back, "Hee, we can’t, not here. Yeji is still awake. We shouldn’t…"
"Fuck her, I need you." Heeseung whispers before pulling you in again for a kiss.
☆ 박종성 ─ PARK JONGSEONG ; ( enemies to lovers )
Galas are a spectacle of elegance and grandeur, set in a magnificent ballroom adored with sparkling chandeliers. The air is filled with the scent of fragrant flowers and the soft murmur of conversation as guests mingle. Attendees are dressed in their finest attire, with women adorned in flowing gowns of silk and satin, and men resplendent in tailored tuxedos and polished shoes. Each step echoes against the marble floors, adding to the atmosphere of sophistication and refinement. Nothing could ruin such a perfect evening, right?
"You again?"
Wrong.
The voice comes from behind you, its familiar tone dripping with disdain. You don't even need to turn around to know who it is. He is the only person who could possibly manage to bring you down so effortlessly. Your shoulders drop, and a heavy sigh escapes your lips. Of course he is here. Jay Park.
Ever since your first encounter, the two of you have been like magnets, repelling each other at every turn. Probably because of your parents constant rivalry and their inability to play nice, the two of you had grown up hating each other. It didn't help that he was the most obnoxious, annoying, and irritating person you have ever had the displeasure of meeting.
Despite his good looks and impeccable style, he is the farthest thing from a gentleman, always quick to make a snide remark or a sarcastic comment. It seems like no matter where you go, he is always there, ready to get under your skin. You try to avoid him as much as possible, but it is inevitable, as you are both members of the elite class, attending the same parties and events.
It seems like tonight is no exception.
"You just can't seem to stay away from me, can you?" He continues, moving to stand in front of you.
Up close, he is even more infuriatingly handsome, with his dark hair swept back and his signature smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. His eyes roam over your body, taking in your figure and outfit.
"I was having a good time before I saw you." You reply cooly, doing your best to hide the annoyance that is bubbling inside of you.
You can see the glint of amusement in his eyes, knowing full well that his presence is affecting you. He takes a step closer, invading your personal space and making you painfully aware of how close he is, and the intoxicating scent of his cologne.
"I'm sure you were. But now that I'm here, why don't you tell me what you think of my suit?"
As much as you want to ignore him and walk away, you can't help but take the bait. It is a beautiful suit, tailored to fit him perfectly, and you have to admit, he does look good. Too good, in fact.
You give him a cursory glance, and you can see the triumphant look on his face, clearly satisfied with the effect he has on you. You try not to let it get to your head.
"It's okay, I guess." You shrug, feigning nonchalance.
His grin widens, and he takes another step closer, his hand reaching out to caress the fabric of your dress. "Such a pretty liar. This dress, on the other hand, is absolutely stunning."
You feel a blush creeping up your neck at his compliment, and the way his gaze lingers on you. You try to ignore the flutter in your chest, blaming it on the champagne.
He tilts his head, his fingers tracing along the line of your collarbone. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're trying to impress someone."
Your breath catches in your throat at his touch, and the intensity of his gaze. The tips of his fingers are searing against your skin, and you can't help but think about how his hands would feel on other parts of your body. You swallow hard, trying to keep your composure.
"And if I am? What's it to you?"
His eyes narrow, his expression suddenly serious. Jay leans in, his lips ghosting over your ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine.
"Do you really think anyone here could possibly deserve you?" He murmurs.
You open your mouth to respond, but he doesn't give you a chance. He pulls back, his gaze never leaving yours, his fingers trailing down the length of your arm.
"The only one who could possibly match your beauty and grace is me, doll."
His words are a mixture of arrogance and sincerity, and you can't deny the way they affect you. You can't believe you're actually entertaining the idea, but there is something about his confidence, and the way he makes you feel, that makes you want to play along.
"Shut up, Park." You roll your eyes, but your lips betray you, the corners twitching into a smile. You can't help it, his playful teasing is too irresistible.
Jay laughs, the sound deep and rich, and your heart flutters in your chest. You're in trouble, you realize, but there's no going back now.
"Make me."
With that, you finally give in to the temptation, and press your lips against his. Jay Park is an arrogant asshole, and you hate him. But you can't deny the tension between the two of you, the way his touch makes you feel alive. And as his arms wrap around your waist and his lips capture yours, you can't help but sigh at the feeling of his body pressed against yours, and the promise of more.
You pull back, breathless and flushed, but he has other plans. He presses his lips against your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses that makes you weak in the knees. His hands roam over your body, exploring every inch of you, and you can't help but arch into his touch, craving more. Until his lips are back on yours, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips, seeking entrance, and you give in, completely surrendering to him.
When he finally breaks the kiss, you're both panting. He rests his forehead against yours, a grin playing on his lips, "You better kill me soon because it‘s the only way you will ever be able to keep me away, doll."
☆ 심재윤 ─ SIM JAEYUN ; ( friends to lovers )
Jake and you strolled down the familiar streets, the crisp autumn air swirling around you. You had been best friends since childhood, your bond growing stronger with each passing year. Today, you found yourselves heading towards your favorite café, a cozy spot you had been frequenting for years.
As Jake pushes open the café door, the warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee envelopes you. You exchange knowing smiles, your eyes sparkling with shared memories. The barista, a friendly boy you had come to know well, greets you with a cheerful hello.
Jake leans against the counter, pretending to peruse the menu above the barista as you place your order. He can‘t help but notice the way the barista‘s eyes linger a little too long on you, his smile widens just a touch too far. As you chat with the boy, Jake‘s stomach twist with jealousy. He knows you're just your usual friendly self, but the way the barista flirts back makes his blood boil.
As you settle into your usual corner table, you glance at your best friend, noticing the subtle tension in his expression. "Are you okay, Jakey?"
Jake forces a smile. "Yeah, just tired," he mumbles, avoiding your gaze as he fiddles with the sugar packets on the table. You study him for a moment, sensing something is amiss, but decide not to press further. You know Jake well enough to give him space when he needs it.
Your conversation flows effortlessly as you sip on your coffee, the familiar comfort of each other's presence wrapping you like a cozy blanket. Jake can't help but steal glances at you, admiring the way the afternoon sun casts a golden glow around your silhouette. You had always been beautiful, but today, something about you seemed different, almost ethereal. His heart fluttered with the realization that he was hopelessly in love with you.
Jake claers his throat nervously, his heart racing as he tries to summon the courage to finally tell you how he feels. You look up at him, meeting his gaze. "Come with me, I want to show you something," Jake says, his voice soft. You nod, curious and excited as you follow him out the café.
The leaves crunch under your feet as you wander down the sidewalk, the streets quiet and still. Jake guides you down an alley, his hand lightly resting on the small of your back. The familiar scent of his cologne envelops you, making your heart skip a beat.
Jake stops at a sea, where the gentle waves kiss the shore. His heart pounds with nervous anticipation as he leads you to a bench. The sky is ablaze with hues of pink, orange, and gold, casting a magical glow over the world around them. It‘s a sight that never fails to take your breath away, a spectacle of mother nature's beauty that mirror the depth oh his feelings for you.
You both sit in silence for a few moments, taking in the splendor around you. "I wanted to bring you here because it makes me think of you. I've never seen anything more beautiful than the way the sunset colors the sky. And the way the ocean waves crash against the shore...it's like music to my ears. You're like a sunset, and I'm the ocean. We compliment each other perfectly. When I'm around you, I feel complete. I always have, ever since we were kids. I've known since the day I met you that you were the one for me." Jake confesses as he gazes at you, his voice barely a whisper. His eyes are filled with such raw emotion, the depths of his feelings laid bare for you to see.
You are speechless, his words echoing in your head. Your heart is racing, overwhelmed by the intensity of his confession. He carefully takes your hand in his, lacing his fingers with yours. The warmth of his touch sends tingles down your spine. "I've loved you since the day we met. I've been too afraid to tell you, scared that I'd lose our friendship if I said anything. But I can't keep it a secret anymore. I can't hide my feelings, not from you. I've spent my entire life loving you, and I want to spend the rest of my life doing the same."
"Jakey," you whisper, voice trembling as you reach out to cup his cheek. "I love you too. I alway have."
Tears of joy spring to his eyes, his heart overflowing with emotion. Jake gently leans in, closing the distance between you, his lips softly brushing yours. You kiss him back, his touch sending a wave of warmth through your body. Jake wraps his arms around you, pulling you close, and you melt into his embrace. After a few moments, Jake breaks the kiss, smiling brightly as he brushes a lock of hair behind your ear.
☆ 이희승 ─ PARK SUNGHOON ; ( rivals to lovers )
In the world of competitive ice skating, Sunghoon and you were known as the fiercest of rivals. Your rivalry was legendary, each pushing the other to greater heights with every elegant spin and daring jump. Your names were whispered in awe and admiration in ice rinks around the globe.
Sunghoon was a vision on the ice, with his effortless grace and precise movements captivating audiences and judges alike. You, on the other hand, were a force to be reckoned with, your fiery passion and determination shining through in every performance. Your rivalry was fueled by a mutual desire for greatness, each determined to outshine the other and claim victory on the ice.
Your coach, sensing the tension between you, decided to take a bold step. With the upcoming Cup of Champions looming on the horizon, he announced that Sunghoon and you would be paired together for the ice dance competition. At first, both of you were opposed, your rivalry too deeply ingrained to imagine dancing together as partners. But as the two of you began to rehearse your routine, something unexpected happened. As you glided across the ice in perfect harmony, your gazes met, and for the first time, you saw each other not as rivals, but as equals. There was a spark between you, an undeniable chemistry that ignited with each graceful movement. Your rivalry melted away, replaced by a growing sense of admiration and respect for one another.
With each practice session, your connection grew stronger, your movements becoming more fluid and synchronized. You danced as if you were two halves of a whole, your bodies moving as one in a mesmerizing display of passion and artistry.
When the day of the competition finally arrived, Sunghoon and you were filled with nervous excitement. You knew that your performance would determine not only your fate on the ice, but also your relationship with each other. As the music began, the two of you moved in perfect unison, each step and turn executed with breathtaking precision. His gaze never left yours as the two of you twirled and leapt across the ice, creating a spectacle unlike anything the audience had ever seen.
Sunghoon comes closer, preparing for the next stunt, and you feel the tension between you rise. His eyes are focused on you, his expression intense, and you can't help but be drawn to him. He reaches out for you, and you take his hand, the connection between you electrifying. His body moves against yours, his movements both powerful and delicate, and you are swept away by the intensity of it all.
As the music becomes slower, Sunghoon holds you close, his breath hot against your neck.
"I never imagined dancing with you could feel so… right," He whispers, his voice filled with emotion as he pulls you even closer.
But before you can respond, the music picks up again, and the final movements of the routine demand your attention. Sunghoon's arms are strong around you, as he slowly lifts you up, your bodies pressed together as you glide across the ice. The audience is on their feet, their cheers echoing through the stadium, but all you can focus on is the man in front of you, his stare filled with an emotion you can't quite name. His beautiful brown eyes are shining under the bright lights.
"I never thought I‘d say this, but I‘m glad we were paired together," you confess, a small smile gracing your lips as he sets you down gently.
You are both breathing heavily, your chests rising and falling as you catch your breath. The crowd is chanting your names, and you can't help but laugh softly. Sunghoon grabs your arm, turning you towards him, his expression serious.
You look at him, his eyes filled with a fire that makes your heart race. He cups your face in his hand, his touch sending shivers down your spine. With a deep sigh, he leans forward, capturing your lips in a kiss. It is tender, yet passionate, and you melt into him, your hands tangling in his hair.
The kiss is a promise, a commitment to a new beginning. And well let‘s just say the audience made sure to cheer extra loud. Tonight you left the arena with a trophy in one hand and with Sunghoon in the other.
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nakamura kazuha x le sserafim!reader (fluff)
WARNINGS ; scheming, possessiveness (non-toxic)
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kazuha lived a hectic life, almost as hectic as her mind.
at age three, she decided to throw herself into a raging fire.
she had listened to one of her close friends (as close as children could get at that age, at least) rave about how fun their after-school activities were. how she felt like the spotlight was on her, and only her.
kazuha would never admit it, but she craved attention. she yearned to be seen and be recognized, to be watched and to amaze. her after-school activities (read: watching cartoons and drawing stick figures for her parents to interpret) left her with a restlessness, one that relayed onto her parents.
("kazuha! stop cutting holes into your blankets!")
nearly all her childhood memories consisted of school and ballet. it was a monotonous rinse and repeat. each day, she woke up with the dull sensation of aching and routine.
it was fun. it was exciting.
kazuha knew she was good. there was no doubt about it. she would get comments from other parents, praising her, and her mom and dad constantly walked around with their chins held high, knowing how well they're daughter performed.
she was a performer. an amazing one at that.
it didn't go unrecognized. as soon as she reached high school, she earned herself a hefty scholarship, attending one of the most rigorous ballet academies in the world.
kazuha had everything a ballerina could ever want to achieve, but somehow, a sudden emptiness started to consume her.
ballet was fun. kazuha knew what to do to get the spotlight. she knew how to catch the attention of the audience. it was a test, a rigorous evaluation of everything she knew in each class, in each recital.
it was a test, one which she had studied.
but nakamura kazuha wanted to perform.
she would've lied if she said she joined hybe purely out of ambition.
kazuha knew about kpop. she wasn't born in the last century. she, although not as diehard as her roommate, liked blackpink and bts. she knew their discography well enough to attend concerts, and her roommate usually blasted some random song from an idol group while washing the dishes.
(she refused to mention her secret twitter page that somehow shifted into a blackpink fan account.)
when she had gotten the email from hybe, kazuha was more than hesitant. she heard horror stories about the training, how foreigners were forced to speak a language they knew none of. kazuha was already accustomed to how rigorous ballet was, but she knew that the language barrier would be the final straw to making her break.
still, she couldn't do this forever. she couldn't die doing ballet, of feeling the dull ache of something missing.
"i don't know." kazuha sighed, gritting her teeth as she thought about that email again.
Dear Nakamura Kazuha...
("how did they find out my email address and my full name?!")
her roommate sighed. "i think you should."
"and leave everything behind?" kazuha shivered at the thought. change was fun as it was scary. "what if my parents say no?.
mina shook her head. "as if they would. they know how your brain works."
kazuha couldn't disagree with her. her parents were her number one supporters. if she decided to be a cashier at the nearest 7eleven, they would support her.
"besides," mina smirked. kazuha always became worried when her friend was smug. "i heard some of the izone members-"
l/n y/n.
"izone?"
kazuha hadn't known much about izone in all honesty.
all she knew was that miyawaki sakura, honda hitomi, and yabuki nako were in the group. she had heard their songs, and although she had always wanted to get into them, she never had the time.
but then there was you.
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your minju-unnie said that it was okay that your family group disbanded. she said that it was an opportunity for growth and change, and despite her face full of tears, you tried your best to believe her.
packing your bags was the hardest thing you had to do. your roommates, wonyoung and yujin, were quiet and solemn. it was unlike the three of you. your unnies always heard shouting from your room, whether it was you and yujin arguing over the air conditioning, or wonyoung begging you to go shopping with her.
you were their maknaes.
now, you were no one's.
being a group of thirteen, someone was always left out, no matter how hard eunbi or sakura tried. sometimes, it was one of the two. other times, it was willingly hyewon, trying to avoid working.
sometimes, it was you.
everyone grouped up. yujin and wonyoung were going back to their company, starship. hitomi, sakura, and nako were getting ready to fly back to japan. yena and yuri talked to a bumbling and restless chaewon, crying into their arms. chaeyeon and hyewon were in the corner, worriedly watching eunbi as she scanned everyone's faces.
"y/n-ah."
you turned around, wiping the tears off your face.
"minju-unnie." you couldn't help but smile at the older girl.
minju was your rock.
she was a year older, and almost, if not more, confused than you about the whole idol thing. she was shy and insecure, always double-checking if things were done right.
but she was always there. minju always cared, even when she didn't have time to care.
she was the older sister you had always wanted (regardless of whatever chaewon and yena said during interviews and lives).
"give me a hug."
"okay."
you smiled, holding her tight. you could feel her tears dripping onto your shoulder, and her hand gripping your shirt.
minju was afraid, just like you were.
"i'm still your unnie after this, okay?" you didn't know if minju was trying to convince you or herself, but it didn't matter. "talk to me about anything."
you pulled back.
why did this feel like a goodbye? why did it feel like everyone knew this was a goodbye.
you didn't want them to leave. you didn't want them to forget you.
"unnie-"
"i'll be okay." minju could always read your mind somehow. "everything will be okay."
"okay." it'll be okay. everything will be okay. you'll still have your family members. "i trust you, unnie."
a week later, you, chaewon, minju, and sakura received an email.
everything will be okay.
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being okay came in the form of nakamura kazuha.
you had seen her on that video call, talking in broken sentences with a cute accent. she read the paper in front of her, and you could visibly remember the light reflecting the hiragana pronunciation from the back.
a month later, she flew in.
nakamura kazuha was pretty.
a soft knock echoed through your room, the vinyl drowning it out after a few moments. the clock on your table read one am.
it could've been anyone of your group members at this point. maybe it was yunjin, dragging you out to go eat with one of her friends (despite it being past midnight). it could've been sakura, just wanting to sit next to you as she knitted. maybe it was eunchae too, claiming your room was colder despite her living in a different dorm complex. maybe it was chaewon...
you shook your head. chaewon wouldn't leave her room.
the door creaked open, puppy eyes staring back at you.
"hi."
kazuha.
you smiled. part of you was glad that minju never took the offer from hybe, otherwise she would pester you nonstop about your (extremely obvious) crush on the japanese ballerina.
you waved your hand, telling her to go inside. the younger girl beamed at you, a red tint dusting the apples of her cheeks.
"i got something!"
you raised an eyebrow, sitting up as you tried to peak at what she was holding.
"what is it?"
kazuha blinked, trying to calm herself down from bursting at the thought of spending time with you.
it didn't matter to her that you two had been friends for more than a year. being near you was enough to make her heart double in size.
"i, uh, i bought a lego set." she couldn't show that her confidence was wavering. "yunjin-unnie doesn't wanna do it with me."
you frowned.
you loved yunjin as much as the next person did, but you hated it when kazuha talked about her. the ballerina seemed to worship the ground that yunjin walked on.
the worst part was the fact you couldn't blame her. back in izone, there was a moment in time when you had done the same with one of your former members.
minju still teased you about your former crush.
the room went quiet, and kazuha could tell that you were caught in your head again. she always wondered if you thought about her when you were lost in your thoughts. maybe if she knew, she would find the courage to tell you her true feelings.
kazuha fiddled with the box, her voice suddenly a whisper.
"do you," kazuha blushed harder. "do you wanna do it with me?"
although you knew that kazuha most likely went to you after yunjin had said no, you couldn't help but agree. it didn't matter to you that you always seemed to be kazuha's second thought. all that mattered was that she thought of you.
you nodded, and the younger girl couldn't help but smile brightly.
("it'll be a good excuse for you to confess! maybe you'll even kiss her."
"unnie!")
you moved aside, letting kazuha sit across from you. she couldn't help but blush at the feeling of your covers. your room always seemed softer and brighter than hers, just like how you seemed prettier than everyone else.
kazuha sighed. maybe yunjin was right. maybe kazuha had fallen a bit too much in like and ended up in love.
she didn't mind though, not when you felt so familiar to the spotlight.
"these flowers are pretty." you looked closely at the orchids, humming as you traced the box with your finger.
mina had always mentioned how she was a sucker for pretty girls. she vividly remembers the two of them in their second-grade science class, kazuha tensing up whenever her teacher came near, or the time that one of her closest friends back in the academy complimented her physique, and she stiffened up so hard that she strained her neck.
when she first saw you during that video call, she was more calm than she expected. kazuha knew that she was gonna meet her celebrity crush, and the thought of you knowing she existed nearly made her brain short-circuit but she prepared. kazuha wasn't weak-willed.
and then she met you in real life.
somehow, she had forgotten how to speak at all.
("kazuha, right?"
"mmh!")
even after two years, she still struggled to form thoughts around you. it wasn't her fault that you were pretty.
kazuha cleared her throat, her face heating up as she realized how long she had stayed silent.
the two of you got to work quickly, the lull of the record playing. pieces of lego scattered your bedsheet, the two of you (mostly just you) struggling to figure out which piece went where.
"so..." you fiddled with a piece, one that you assumed to be the leaf. "you got these for yunjin-unnie?"
kazuha snapped out of her daze, too focused on completing the set in front of her. she always got too into these things.
"huh?"
"the flowers." you smiled, holding back an 'aw'. kazuha was too adorable for her own good. "you said yunjin-unnie didn't want to build them with you."
kazuha couldn't help but avoid your gaze.
she knew that you weren't exactly the best when it came to anything that required hand-eye coordination and focus. she also knew that she desperately wanted to spend time with you. you had been too busy meeting up with your former members and she had been missing you a bit too much.
she had seen the set while window-shopping.
they looked easy enough, one that wouldn't confuse you as much as the other ones, but hard enough to make sure it took more than one sitting.
it was a perfect excuse.
"oh, um," kazuha didn't know why it suddenly got so hot in your room. "no, i got them just because."
you glanced at her, watching as she toyed with the piece in her hand. you had no reason to doubt the younger girl, but you had to admit it was odd.
you couldn't complain, however. kazuha was here, and that's all you wanted.
the two of you continued, you looking over every so often. the scattered pieces seemed to never end, and despite the younger girl's dexterity, your lack of seemed to prolong the process more than it should've (just like she had hoped).
"this has a lot of parts." you muttered, feeling bad. "i think you picked the wrong person for this, zuha."
kazuha, like always, smiled at you as if she was smiling for the audience.
"i don't mind it taking long."
it was breathtaking.
"if you say so..."
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you yawned, rubbing your eyes as you curled up against the futon.
you loved comebacks more than an idol should. it was fun to roam around, exploring the building of whatever showcase it was. being the only extrovert in le sserafim, you also made it your duty to help the others (and yourself) connect with whoever you seemed to cross paths with.
most days, you would already be outside, introducing sakura to whoever walked by.
not today. not when you were running on three hours of sleep.
"y/n-ah," sakura's voice echoed in your brain. "did you see my iron anywhere?"
"chaewon-unnie had it last." you yawned out.
sakura glared at her leader, watching as chaewon dug through her comically large bag. she needed to use it after the show. chaewon couldn't look like a mess in front of min anyone.
the leader stared you down, your peaceful body irritating her.
"snitch."
your mouth dropped open.
a couple years ago, back in izone, chaewon wouldn't dare insult you (although snitch was barely an insult). it didn't matter whether you barged into her room unannounced and left the door open, insulting you was off-limits.
as one of your unnie's once said, insulting you is equivalent to scolding a kitten who didn't know any better.
"i'm telling eunbi-unnie!" you whined, pouting.
chaewon laughed, pinching your cheek as if your threat meant nothing to her. you were basically her little sister after all. the worst thing that your 'mom' would do was scold her.
"like you told her about your crush on zuha?" chaewon snorted as she saw how red your cheeks had suddenly gotten. "how she's so pretty when she dances and how you wanna kiss her?"
you slapped her arm away, embarrassed. you should've known that eunbi had told chaewon (and probably the rest of the other girls) about your infatuation with the ballerina in your current group.
maybe that's why wonyoung gave you a thumbs up when she saw you and kazuha gathering drinks for the rest of your members.
"kkura-unnie!" you turned to the eldest, her figure hidden under a purple blanket. "chaewon-unnie being annoying again!"
you stared at the blob, waiting for it to utter a word. something that hopefully defended you from your child-like leader. sakura tended to take your side, anyway, except when-
you squinted, watching as the blanket shook up and down.
was she...
"stop laughing!" you groaned, throwing your head back.
you thought that somehow, especially since hong eunchae was in your group, chaewon and sakura would stop treating you like a maknae.
it seemed to be worse now, the two throwing jabs at your unrequited crush when the three of you were left alone.
"when are you gonna ask her out, y/n-ah?" sakura sat up, her voice drowning out the door opening. "you can't pine forever."
eunchae looked around, her eyes beaming with curiosity.
"ask who out?"
chaewon screamed as the youngest's voice echoed from behind, her eyes wide open as she jumped onto the couch. somehow, sakura followed with her, the sheer volume of the leader's voice frightening her.
"jesus, eunchae..." chaewon clutched her heart. "you scared me."
beside her, sakura's head hung low as she tried to catch her breath.
eunchae chose to ignore the two, glancing at you with shining wonder.
"who are you gonna ask out, unnie?"
she already knew who you were talking about. eunchae wasn't dumb. she saw the quiet glances and the bright smiles you and kazuha sent to each other. she knew that sakura saw it too.
but somehow, neither you nor your ballerina did.
you bit your tongue, debating whether or not to tell the younger girl in front of you.
you trusted eunchae. the young girl knew how to keep a secret unlike some people (yunjin and chaewon), but you also knew she had a tendency to meddle when the chance was given to her. it was why your junior, minji, and chaewon were so adamant about keeping her and her friend, haerin, away from each other.
you hummed, blurting out the second name that you could think of.
"minju-unnie."
"minju-sunbaenim?" eunchae shook her head. she didn't know you were this bad at lying. "as if chaewon-unnie would let that happen."
all eyes shifted to chaewon as her ears burned a firey red.
"yah!"
eunchae rolled her eyes, pouting as she ignored her leader's half-hearted scolding.
"so?" the youngest continued to press. "who is it?"
you shrugged, not knowing that the two of you were thinking about the same girl. "no one."
"but-"
the door opened, kazuha and yunjin entering the cramped room with a boxful of cheesecake.
chaewon frowned. she had told them to get real food. not dessert.
"what is that?" chaewon glared at the white reflecting the lights.
yunjin looked down, half confused and half serious. "it's a container...?"
with a deep breath, chaewon closed her eyes. she always wondered how eunbi managed to keep some sanity when choi yena, kang hyewon, and ahn yujin were all under her care.
part of her knew that if yunjin was added to that mix, eunbi would combust.
"but i ordered rice...?"
chaewon looked at the proud smile on her member's face. "it's made with flour, so it's close enough."
huh yunjin was gonna give her an aneurysm.
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"have you told her yet?"
being ambushed while drying her hair wasn't exactly how kazuha wanted to spend her night.
in all honesty, she had mentally prepared herself to confess to you later today. from the moment her six alarms rang, she knew that she'd do it.
she didn't take into account how many people would stop by and say hi to you.
kazuha frowned. why did you know so many pretty people?
"no..."
yunjin frowned, pointing at her with the fork in her hand. "you said you'd do it today?"
kazuha loved the thrill of the spotlight. she loved showing the world that, not only was she talented, she was confident. she held herself with a poise that she knew many people could never compare to.
kazuha never crumbled under the presence of the spotlight.
why was it so different with you?
"told who what yet?"
kazuha spun around, her eyes wide. it had slipped her mind eunchae usually drank a caprisun around this time. something about her nightly routine...
(kazuha tried to pay attention, but eunchae talked fast, faster than she could translate in her head.)
"what?" yunjin laughed awkwardly, her mouth scrunching up. "told who what?"
leave it to yunjin to make things obvious.
"you're such a bad liar, unnie." eunchae rolled her eyes. "so, who is it zuha-unnie?"
kazuha swallowed air, her fingers nervously tapping on her side. if eunchae found out, there was no doubt that she'd tell you before kazuha herself could.
"no one."
the youngest sighed. everyone seemed to think she was five years old or something. they might as well have told her santa was real.
eunchae shook her head, plastering an unbothered smile on her face.
the maknae had decided a while ago to not get in between you and kazuha. she liked how the two of you acted like two stupid shoujo characters, dancing around their feelings. yes, it frustrated her, but at the very least, she found daily entertainment.
everyone had forced her hand.
"oh..." eunchae nodded. "you're just like y/n-unnie."
kazuha's head perked up almost instantly, like a dog when they smelt a treat nearby.
"what?" eunchae knew something about you? was it something she didn't know? "what about her?"
the youngest bit back a smirk.
"i heard that she was gonna ask someone out."
someone...
kazuha frowned.
someone?
did she know them? were they close to you? was it one of your former members? was that why you had been so busy visiting them instead of paying attention to her?
"who?" kazuha's mind couldn't stop racing as she named all the people you had visited in the past month.
eunchae chuckled, squeezing past her and grabbing a drink from the fridge. "i'm not telling!"
"what?" gears turned in kazuha's head, her frown deepening. "who?"
eunchae smiled. if she was right and kazuha thought like any lead in any of her favorite tv shows, planning a seed of anxiety would be enough for her to finally do something.
"she's probably teasing, zuha." yunjin's voice was laced with nervousness, never before seeing kazuha in such a state of panic.
"maybe..." the youngest sighed.
wow... she was a genius.
"so," the youngest stabbed her juice open, sipping as she acted innocently. "do you guys think minju-sunbaenim is pretty?"
the kitchen went silent.
"...what?"
yunjin's eyes widened. she never knew kazuha's voice could be so intimidating.
"minju-sunbaenim?"
minju? kim minju?
how was she supposed to compete against kim minju?
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kazuha liked spending time with you.
she liked how easily she made you laugh, how your eyes seemed to brighten at every word she uttered. she took note of how your cheeks tinged red, and how you'd stare at her as if she was the focus of your attention.
your spotlight was on her.
she'd never tell you, but there was a reason why she had gotten so close to yunjin out of nowhere.
it was obvious how you liked jokes, stupid or not. you laughed at whatever was said, even if imaginary tomatoes were being hurled towards the other person.
huh yunjin always managed to make you laugh, and kazuha knew from the first day she met you that she wanted that as well. she wanted your eyes on her and only her.
("take it."
"a joke book, yunjin-unnie? i don't think..."
"it'll work. trust me.")
now, the spotlight was somewhere else. somewhere familiar... somewhere you were used to.
it was driving her insane.
kazuha looked up, watching as you struggled with the legos in your hand.
"do you like minju-sunbaenim?"
you paused, confusion suddenly appearing in your eyes.
"minju-unnie?"
kazuha, too filled with anxiousness and determination, thought nothing of it.
"do you like her?"
you blinked. kazuha had never been this blunt, nor this flat with you.
your searched your brain for an explanation, but none came to. "where'd this come from?"
kazuha frowned. that wasn't a no.
"eunchae said you did."
you laughed quietly, shaking your head as the girl in front of you sulked. gently, you put the last piece together, staring at the orchid head in your hand.
"don't listen to eunchae." you smiled, her eyes hardening as she took in your words. "she just heard i liked someone and-"
someone?
there was someone, just not kim minju.
kazuha nodded internally. she could compete with someone. in fact, she was sure she would win. as long as it wasn't another person like minju (god forbid it was hyewon), she'd be fine.
hell, she'd fight lee chaeyeon for you.
"who?"
"who?" you blushed under the dim light of your lamp, the thought of confessing to kazuha outright flustering you. "someone..."
the ballerina clenched her jaw. she didn't understand why you wouldn't tell her.
she was greedy. she had always been. kazuha needed to learn to share the spotlight, but she had always struggled with it. she needed to learn to accept that not everything came to her the way she wanted it to, no matter how hard she tried.
"i think we did it!" you smiled, clicking the last piece of the set together. "i'm so glad that's over with-"
she wasn't gonna share you.
kazuha crawled over, not caring that her knee had crushed the bottom of the pot that the two of you worked so hard on.
"kazuha!"
your eyes widened in horror as it shattered under her weight. it took you two hours of work, and so much patience that you felt like you had transcended time at certain points.
kazuha didn't care.
she craved the spotlight. she craved you.
her hand rested on the side of your neck, pulling you into a kiss she had so desperately dreamt of each night.
you barely registered what was going on, your brain hopping from grieve to confusion to flustered in less than a second. her mouth was on yours. kazuha was kissing you.
humming, your eyes screwed shut as you focused all your attention on her. you could taste the faint layer of chapstick on her lips, the one that you had always wondered what tasted like.
sweet. you smiled. like her perfume.
you pulled back awkwardly, watching as she semi-hovered over you, and struggled to maintain her position.
"focus on me instead." she ignored the sharp pieces digging themselves into her knee. "like me instead, unnie."
you looked into her dark irises, her breathing heavy as they searched yours. you couldn't believe how out of nowhere kazuha had been. you had known her long enough to know how she kept her thoughts to herself, rarely speaking out unless something had happened.
you paused.
oh.
"eunchae, you sneaky little..." you shook your head, deciding to scold the youngest another time. now, your focus was kazuha.
her eyes never wavered away from yours, almost as if she was silently pleading for confirmation.
with a smile, you chuckled. "you're the someone, kazuha."
kazuha's face went blank, shifting to her knees.
"huh?" her face heat up. she had never been more embarrassed in her life. "but eunchae said..."
you gave her a pointed look.
"exactly."
kazuha clenched her eyes as she sat back to the opposite of you. how did a fifteen-year-old manage to out-smart her.
i got played.
"so..." kazuha sat cross-legged, glancing sadly at the broken figure in front of her. "i broke our flowers for nothing?"
you couldn't help but let out a laugh, watching as the girl across from you reminisced about the state of the lego set a few minutes ago.
"it's okay." you hummed, picking up the pieces. "it just means more time together."
kazuha hummed happily, going back to work to fix the vase. the more time she spent with you, the better.
together...
that was another conversation for another day.
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eunchae stared at the fake flowers on the living room table, smiling as her scheming had worked perfectly.
she was glad that you two were finally dating, even if that meant you and kazuha (poorly) snuck around the dorms.
it was also a plus that she got treats for not telling chaewon about anything (not like she was going to).
"do you know orchids mean love?" sakura said, glancing at her phone.
"love?" chaewon laughed. you were too young to know what love was. "y/nnie didn't even have her first kiss yet."
yunjin's eyes bulged out, not sure if she was hearing wrong. "she didn't tell you?"
"unnie."
"oops."
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httpisaoki · 2 days
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gf! karina x workaholic! reader
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-> drabble pt. 2 because miss ko na sya (gf! jimin ackk), not proofread!!
wc is 834 words
kinda inspired by die for you bcs i was listening to it while writing this !!
fluff fluff (a bit of crying) fluff (took a break from all the angst hshdufjh)
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in all of your years together, jimin never failed to show her how much she cared for you. jimin would be the best gf ever !! and once she realizes how much of an overachiever you are, she makes it her mission to take care of you !!
under all the stress, your emotions often made you overthink, there were times where you needed her reassurance, her words to assure you that she loved you, even her acts made you wonder. but of course, karina being the loving girlfriend she is, never hesitates in showing her love for you.
and when she got a text from you to come over, she dropped everything to just see you (literally). she was too worried for you to care about the questions of her co-workers.
her nerves were wrecking on the way, and once she reached your shared apartment, she ran as fast as she could.
she opened the door to your apartment, seeing you covered up tightly with a blanket on the couch.
as jimin looked at you, she couldn't help but to grin as she made her way over to you. she sighed softly, "I should have told you to get more sleep." a smile making it's face onto her face as she looks at your stirring figure.
"I should have been with you." jimin mumbled, her grip on you tightening as she buried her face onto your chest.
"How long did you study?" she whispered. Her brows furrowed in worry as she looked at the desk where the books where scattered along with the unfinished essay.
"after my shift at the book store." you sleepily answered, trying to fight the sleepiness.
"You've been overworking yourself again." she pouted. "Did you eat dinner?" she asked, trying to shift the focus onto another topic but you could hear the genuine concern in her voice.
you shook your head, "I fell asleep a few minutes after I texted."
jimin let out a soft, frustrated sound. "Why do you have to push yourself so hard?" she murmured, her tone softening into one of concern. "You could've asked me to come over after work, I would've happily cooked you dinner instead of coming over so late."
you sighed, "I knew you were busy in the afternoon, I didn't want to be a bother,"
"You'll never be a bother to me." jimin murmured, her grip tightening as she pressed her face onto you again. "and I missed you." she pouted once more. "I don't care what I need to put on hold to be with you, you're my priority."
"I want to make you meals." jimin whispered, her thumb tracing the curve of your jaw. "I want to hold you when you feel like you're about to break." she leaned closer to you, her breath warm against your neck.
"I want to love you. I want to love you through every happy or hard moment you're experiencing." she breathed.
her hands stopped moving through your hair as her gaze fell with concern. "I can't stand to see you like this." her voice was soft, but you could hear the pain behind her words. "You are so hard on yourself, and it hurts me." she frowned, her eyes glistening as they welled up with tears.
"Please," she begged, her hand going to the back of your head and pressing it against her chest "Let me take your worries away."
jimin felt your head press against her chest as she felt your warmth spread through her.
she let out a content breath as she pulled you closer to her, wanting nothing more than to hold you and to comfort you.
"I just want you to be okay…" her voice was shaky, as her eyes began to well up with tears.
"I don't know what I'll do if anything bad ever happened to you." she sniffled. "You're too precious to me…"
Jimin closed her eyes at the feeling of your head against her chest. She slowly breathed in your scent, taking in the scent of everything that made you, you.
she held you close to her. She didn't like seeing you like this, she didn't like you overworking yourself to the point where you look more lifeless than a walking corpse.
"Let me love you." she whispered, her voice breaking as a tear trickled down her cheeks. "Let me love you… let me take away all the stress."
jimin felt you relax with every passing second, as she ran her hands through your hair. her body was pressed to yours as she felt your warmth and your breath against her body.
"Let me love you…" she murmured, as she leaned forward, her lips pressing against your forehead. Her breath was warm as she kissed your forehead, leaving a soft trail of kisses down to your jaw.
karina never failed to love you, to show how much you mean to her, how you were always her priority, how she would be willing to die for you.
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loserlvrss · 3 days
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꒰ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ꒱ 이찬영
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summary : you and anton had a lot of memories attached to seemingly meaningless songs
genre : fluff, anton x afab!reader, drabble, established relationship tws : pet names, kiss author notes : i love my man (this is not proofread at all) word count : 0.7k
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the atmosphere was dim, romantic even, as the music wafted through the air. you reminisced about the song, imagining your boyfriends hands on your waist swaying you gently. you imagined the love-sick look in his eyes as he finally leaned in, kissing you for the first time.
"are you okay? do you not like this song? i can put on —"
"no!" you blurted, features pink. you further approached him, laptop set against his legs as he scrolled with two fingers on the touchpad. "it's the song you first kissed me to, anton, i love this song."
he laughed quietly, "do you remember this one then?" he asked, looking up at your standing position.
you heard the familiar intro, laughing out as the memories started flashing behind your eyelids; a rainy night when you and anton had decided to try baking together — the spoiler was that it didn't go well, and you ended up walking to the nearby convenience store for ice cream.
you pointed an accusing finger, "if you hadn't distracted me, it wouldn't have burnt!"
he gave you his signature shy expression, which contradicted his bold words, "you're easy to distract though, y/n."
your eyes narrowed, you hummed in disbelief, remembering a couple specific memories where anton was more than distracted by you, "i won't say what just came to mind, baby."
he started playing another song, one that happen to be playing when those memories occurred. you couldn't help the laugh that escaped your lips; a laugh that was absentmindedly directed at your boyfriend. however, he knew it just as well, too.
anton decided he had enough of your mocking, grabbing your wrist and pulling you down onto the couch next to him. contrary to his desire, you were still giggling.
you pointed at the screen again, "this one always reminds me of you and the boys."
he smiled, and you rested your head against his broad shoulder, "this one reminds me of you, i always have to add it to my playlists."
you lifted your head silently, staring at his side-profile. your lips pouted, and you don't know why you wanted to start crying.
his face turned to you, lips only inches apart, "what?"
"that's the cutest thing I've ever heard."
"it was my most played last year." he admitted.
you felt your heart pound against its confines, looking into the eyes that always gave you comfort. you knew anton owned all of you; your heart was his, and his yours. you loved him more than the earth itself. more than life itself. you found it cliche at first, how you thought you couldn't live without him, however, it was true. you didn't know what you'd do without him. he was your peace of mind. your safe place. your home. the person you knew was always on your side. and all the memories attached to mediocre songs only confirmed it.
sweetly, you pressed your lips to his, letting the feeling linger. your breathing was in synch. your heart beat was in synch. your love for one another was in synch. you never had to give each other reassurance anymore because nothing was up for debate. he was your perfect person, and there's no one else you'd rather spend your time with.
anton pulled back, whispering so melodically against the music in the air, "i love you, y/n."
and another memory attached itself to a song that meant nothing to anyone else, but everything to you.
you pecked his lips quickly, a smile plastering your features — skin still tinted pink from everything.
"i know," you replied, looking down at the screen and choosing a different song, one he could attach to you. one that you could deem yours. one that you've always known had a special place in your heart. "i love you, more."
he felt his heart start beating, palms sweating, and skin tinting to match your shade. he'd never heard those words from you despite knowing they were true.
he switched the song, "not possible, baby." he joked, grabbing your hand and lacing your fingers with his, and you smiled, squeezing it comfortably.
eventually, your head made its way back onto his shoulder, and throughout the rest of the night you both took turns picking songs that had memories attached to them, giggling and relishing in the tenderness that a seemingly simple thing could bring you.
if this was the little life people were talking about, maybe you didn’t mind it after all.
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Our Doll ❣️🔪 (Pt. 5)
Yandere!Chan x Fem!Reader x Yandere!Changbin
(pt. 4)
Warnings: Yandere! , Smut, Obsession, Stalking
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Our Doll (Pt. 5)
“Hey Binnie, Are you okay?”
Changbin blinked a few times when hearing your question; he didn’t even realize that he was staring off. 
“Y-yeah. I’m fine.” He chuckled nervously while rubbing the top of your hand with his thumb. He was feeling guilty. He broke the promise he made to you. Chan knew where you were and that he’s been seeing you. In fact, He was right outside, waiting in the car. And this man was patient. It’s almost been two hours and he hasn’t texted or complained once, completely trusting that his best friend will be coming out with his darling doll when ready. 
So far, You’ve had a simple breakfast and now was chatting with Changbin in the living room. It was about moving. You wanted to go apartment hunting soon and you would’t mind Changbin coming along. Actually, you grew to really like him. He gave you all his attention and showered you with love. He was also getting a little better with his obsessive behavior. It was still there and caused some issues but at least he was trying and you actually liked how protective he was. Perhaps you were falling in love… how crazy.
“Doll...?”
“Yes, Binnie?” You replied with a small smile.
Changbin felt your reply sting. You called him that nickname with endearment and he knew that.
“Y-you look very beautiful today.” 
“Oh thank you.” You said with a giggle and light blush.
“Um… there’s that new cafe that opened…” he looked down at your hand and squeezed it lightly. “I know we just ate… but maybe we could get some coffee and snack?”
“Oh sure!” 
He nodded and gently rubbed you cheek. “Y/n… You’re the most perfect woman in the world… practically a living doll.”
It was a sweet sentiment and you couldn’t help smiling. “Well… you’re not too bad yourself.”
Before he could say anything else, you leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “Lets go to the cafe now.”
Changbin nodded and stood up, still holding your hand before sitting back down.
“Y/n... baby I…” he stuttered, unable to make eye contact with you. “I-I have something to tell you…”
“What’s wrong?”
“You know… I-I made a promise to you… to keep you safe…”
“Yeah…?” you grew suspicious, feeling uneasy by his tone and demeanor.
“A-And I love you!” He held both your hands tight. “B-but I… Please don’t be mad…”
“What did you do…?”
“Y/n, I love you! You know that b-but I had to!”
“Changbin…” you paused, biting you lip. “Y-you didn’t… tell—?”
“I did!” He interrupted.
“How could you?!”
“N-no! You see I had too!” He panicked as you pulled away from him. “Chan is may best friend! A-and he loves you too! He just wants—!”
“I don’t care what he wants!” You cried while standing up quickly. “Y-You betrayed me! I-I thought you loved me!”
“No no, Y/n!” He said while also standing, tears forming. “I do love you!”
“Then why did you do that?!”
“I just—… I-I—…” He stuttered. “He’ll be gentle! H-he won’t hurt you, I promise! We just wanna—!”
“He’s outside… isn’t he...?” You asked solemnly.
“Y/n…”
“And to think… I was starting to fall in love with you…” you sighed while looking down, tears rolling down your cheeks.
Changbin felt your words like a stab to the heart. You were right; How could he do this?
In this moment, he had to make an important decision… the most important one he’s ever made: His best friend or the love of his life. 
Chan has been his best friend for years! They were practically brothers. Heck, he only knew of you because Chan would show him pictures. But you… well he truely believes that you are his one and only love. His soulmate. His perfect little doll. 
After the internal argument, he made a decision… and someone wasn’t going to like it.
“Y/n—’ 
“No Changbin, I don’t wanna hear it…” you sighed while wiping tears.
“No, y/n.” He grabbed your hand. “I’m not taking you to Chan.”
“W-what?”
“I made a promise to protect you… and… I’m gonna do just that…”
You looked at him a bit confused. Why would he tell his friend where you were only to back out just now?  
“I-I love you… and I have to protect you… I have to protect my precious Doll…” He said while lightly squeezing your hand. “I won’t let him get you…”
“But if he’s outside… How are you supposed to of that…? We’re basically trapped here.” 
The man bit his tongue while thinking about it. You’re right. But he had to think of something. 
“Where’s the building’s parking garage?” He asked suddenly. 
“Basement level? The elevator and stairs to get there are down the hall, just 2 doors down.” 
“And how many exits and entrances are there?” 
“Two but either way you go, It’ll lead to the same main road…”
It was hard for Changbin to think clearly at the moment but he needed to have a plan. “How about—?’ 
A sudden knock at the door had you both jump in place; it was Chan, and he was getting impatient. 
“B-Binnie!” You yelped in a loud whisper only for him to cover your mouth before dragging you to the bedroom. 
“The window!” He said suddenly while opening and removing the screen from your window. He grabbed some cash from his wallet and stuffed it in your pocket before pushing you. “You need to leave now.”
“B-but we’re on the second floor!”
“Do your best to climb… hide at that gas station. Wait two hours and get on a bus to the next town.”
“B-binnie—”
“I’ll call you in a few hours. We’ll meeting up a-and I’ll take care of you forever!
“N-no Binnie I can’t!” Your heart was racing as you looked out the window and tears formed “P-please no”
The knocking at the front door only got louder.
 “O-okay… Hide in the closet. I-I’ll think of something.”
You nodded and hid as he went to the living room, letting his older friend in. 
“Binnie, you were taking too long.” Chan grunted. “Where is she?”
“Not here….” He replied bluntly.
“What? Don’t lie to me!”
“Hyung—”
“I’m sick of your selfishness! What kinda friend are you?!” Chan yelled, sounding quite hurt. “I shared with you a beautiful doll, and now you are keeping her to yourself!”
Now Changbin felt even worse, he betrayed his friend. How could he do that??
You could hear all this from the closet. It began to worry you that Chan was going to manipulate him into handing you over. 
Much to your surprise, he was actually quiet and you could tell just by his voice alone that Chan was getting irritated.
“Changbin, I swear to god… where is she?” He grunted. “So we could take her home….”
The younger man was silent, only looking down at the floor.
“Changbin!”
“No!” He yelled suddenly. “S-she’s mine! I-I have to protect her!”
Chan was surprised. Heck, Changbin was surprised himself. He’s never yelled back at his older friend before.
But Chan wasn’t amused, instead he pushed his friend out of the way and started looking around, going to the kitchen and the hallway closet. He made his way to your room and Changbin followed, very worried.
You held your breath as he got near the closet. This was really it. You knew in this moment, your freedom was about to be gone. Why fight it?
The door swung open and you were face to face with Chan. He let out a sigh of relief. “I’m so glad you’re safe, babydoll. I was so worried!”
You were expecting him to harshly pull you out and yell but that didn’t happen. Yeah he pulled you out, but instead of yelling, he hugged you tight. And you could’ve sworn you heard some soft weeping. It was a little… heartwarming?
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Eventually you end up back at their house. Dinner was a bit awkward as you silently ate. You sat at the end of the table as the two men sat on each side of you.
Ever since you got back, Chan hasn't let you around Changbin much. The younger man could feel the tense passive aggression in the air. It's been a few hours since you got here and you didn't put up too much of a fight. Of course, that didn't mean you didn't put up any fight. It mostly came out in snarky responses and aversion to advances. You didn't wanna be here and it had you thinking about how to escape again.
Chan was once your friend but now he was just crazy and obsessive. He had no problem with pulling you around like a literal doll although he claimed to love you so much.
Oddly enough, you felt better being around Changbin. The younger man did promise to protect you so it made you wonder if he'd stop his friend from doing anything to crazy.
As Chan cooked, Changbin kept quietly apologizing to you and it made you feel a little bad.
"Im sorry... Im sorry... Im sorry..." he kept whispering. You did your best to comfort him as he continued whispering to himself.
"I'll keep you safe... I'll keep you safe... I promise... I promise..." he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear. It had you tearing up....
It was hard to deny that the food Chan made was actually pretty good, almost euphoric. Have you ever loved a dish this much? It was a bit odd. It wasn't anything fancy and with it you just had a glass of water. It tasted a little odd but Chan said it was just their tap.
“Y/n?”
“Hm?” You managed to get out before slowly raising your head to look at Chan. It was as if time were moving just a bit slower.
“I’m so glad you’re home…” he said while rubbing your hand. “I missed you…” His voice sounded like it had so much emotion in it.
You only stared at him. His smile was very sweet and… loving. Has he always had a wonderful smile?
Changbin touched your other hand as Chan then softly rubbed your cheek.
It was hard to not subconsciously lean into his hand and you were a bit tired. You gave in and seemed to be… relaxed.
“My doll… are you tired?”
‘Oh wow, it’s almost like he read your mind! How did he know?’ You thought to yourself, starting to feel more and more delirious.
“Y/n…? Are you feeling okay?” Changbin asked with a little concern.
“Yeah Binnie. ‘M just… a bit sleepy…” you said before yawning. It was getting hard to keep your eyes open as Chan continued rubbing your hand.
“Just a bit?” Chan teased. “You seem very sleepy.”
“Hmm… maybe I am…” you replied as he held your chin and slowly nodded your head.
“Well then. Would you like to sleep with me tonight?” Chan asked.
You had a small smile as he made you nod again. It felt like you had no control of your muscles.
“But hyung—”
“I think! It’s only fair, right Binnie?” Chan interrupted in a more passive aggressive tone.
“Right…” the younger man sighed.
Chan took you to his bedroom and helped you change, which you allowed because you were tired. You started wondering why you felt so weak, but Chan's sparatic compliments quickly distracted you.
“You’re as beautiful as ever.” He said with a smile. “I missed you so much.”
This only made you blush as he tucked you in, already dozing off.
All the while, Changbin was getting antsy. He already felt guilty for letting Chan get to you but he also wants you to himself. I mean, he was the one who found you and Chan knew just how much he needed you. Chan knew that he couldn’t live without you! But right now he felt punished. Chan was with you in the bedroom doing who knows what!
It bothered him a lot and he couldn’t stop tossing and turning in bed until finally getting up and going to the kitchen. Originally he came for water but then he saw something else. On the counter, disguised as a bottle of ibuprofen, was the mystery drug.
Changbin already knew that Chan had drugged you earlier. But the man always wondered where his older friend acquired such drugs. It was the type to make you drowsy and suggestible.
If this is what Chan was planning, to drug you everyday, well then that was crazy but it got him thinking. Thinking about something that put a smile on his face…
Chan needs drugs to get you to love him. Whereas, you already love Changbin. No drugs required.
That definitely boosted his ego and perhaps he could one day get you back for himself. He wants to love and care and protect you. Changbin believes you are his soulmate— no he knows that you’re his soulmate!
Changbin took some sips of water, smiling to himself as he thought about the beautiful life the two of you will have. He just had to ‘get rid’ of Chan…
Meanwhile, you found yourself asleep in Chan’s arms. You weren’t sure if he put you there or you snuggled close to him but whatever the case, he held you tight, kissing your cheek and whispering praises in your ear. It went from complimenting your beauty to positive affirmations. All leading up to small whispering that had you make small groans in response.
“You’re never leaving me, right?”
“Mm…” you moaned softly.
“There she is… that’s our sweet doll.”
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ft-3racha · 2 days
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Hiii!
Soft sex with Chan? 👀🩷
If not it’s ok!!
absolutely !!
i do think that chan is 100% the guy to be into rough stuff as much as he is into soft sex, as long as it‘s with you, the person he loves.
he would make sure to let you know how much he apprechiates your body and take his goddamn time, giving you slow and deep, sensual kisses, your tongues dancing around each other while breathy moans and whines escape your throat.
chan would slowly drag his lips down your neck, leaving kisses, bites and licks all over your soft skin, mumbling little praises more to himself than anything else. your body instantly responds to his actions as you grind yourself on him, your most sensitive parts rubbing against his.
„you are so beautiful.“
„keep on making those sounds for me, pretty. so good f‘me.“
„fuck, i love it when you grind on me. feels so good, baby.“
foreplay would be a necessity, since that man is a god with those pretty lips of his and absolutely knows how to make you fall apart on them, so he would do exactly that…at least once, maybe twice if you beg for it nicely, since that is his favorite thing to hear; your moans, especially when you cum and can‘t get enough of him, so you beg for him to do it again, lightly tugging on his soft curls while his hands stroke your thighs.
„please channie, make me cum again.“
„it feels so good chris, please don‘t stop.“
after all the prepping and taking his time, his patience will leave him eventually, because his cock is rock hard, pre-cum leaking in his briefs (which he looses as fast as he can at that point). even after cumming already, you‘re still so needy for him to take you. and he will. once he is positioned, in missionary, because he loves looking at your face as he enters you, you feel him do exactly that. he slowly pushes into you, and you involuntarily hold your breath at the stretch, because no matter how many times you guys fucked before, the feeling is always absolutely incredible. he‘d take a second or two before moving, every stroke of his slow and deep, precisely hitting that spot inside of you that makes you go absolutely feral. chan would kiss you, whisper sweet nothings into your ear as he fucks into you, the sounds of your bodys colliding filling the room.
„you take me so well, absolutely made for my cock.“
„so good, so fucking tight.“
„feels so good around me, angel. so damn good.“
you‘d see stars with the way his cock makes you feel. your legs would wrap around his hips, nails clawing in his back as your orgasm approaches. he‘d tell you to hold on just a moment longer, his strokes getting sloppier and sloppier, indicating that he, too, is close. and with a deep groan and your name rolling off of his plump lips he‘d cum, sending you over the edge right with him. the feeling of him spilling into you makes your orgasm ten times more intense, maybe even triggering a second one (if possible, that depends on you).
„gonna fill you up baby, mark you as mine.“
„you gonna cum? just a second longer, hold on for me. i‘m almost there, my love.“
„fuck, angel. i‘m so close, can feel you squeezing me so tight.“
and afterwards? we all know this man is an absolute angel. he‘d make sure you are okay, would clean you up and give you something to drink. chan would take his time to talk about what just happened and ask if everything was absolutely okay with you or if he did anything to make you uncomfortable. he‘d make sure to shower you with kisses before having an actual shower with you, your guys‘ favorite takeout already ordered and comfy clothes waiting to be put on your freshly washed bodies.
„are you okay, angel?“
„here, drink up. you did so well for me, baby.“
„i love you unconditionally.“
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jayjj7 · 1 day
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chapter 9. embarrassing
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to no one’s surprise, lily broke your mirror after you told her to be careful. she was the reason your conversation with chaewon was cut off but you didn’t think much of it, though that didn’t mean you weren’t complaining to haewon and lily for the rest of the evening. lily being the nice person she is, decided to sleep over and go to the store to buy a mirror with you the following morning, after you threaten her of course. haewon had left shortly after cleaning up the broken glass in your room.
“yn hurry up we’re gonna end up being at the store all day knowing you!” lily complains resting her head on the half open front door.
“i’m coming hold on! i have to use this mirror instead because someone broke my other one” you emphasize hoping lily would catch your attitude.
“yn i told you im sorry! im gonna buy you a new one anyway!”
“thanks” you smile skipping out your house making your way to your car with lily following behind.
“hey yn!” a familiar voice diverts your attention next door. it’s chaewon opening her mail box, though it confused you as most mail and packages are delivered in the afternoon.
“oh hey chaewon!” you smile and wave at her, still walking towards your car. “i loved the cookies by the way, they were so good! except she ate most of them” you roll your eyes, playfully shoving lily.
“oh don’t worry i’ll make you more” chaewon says awkwardly making eye contact between you and lily.
“don’t bother! yn once ate 3 whole cookie packs in a day!” lily interrupts as she steps into the passenger seat.
chaewon awkwardly laughs as she watches you scold your friend. while watching you, she slowly turns to look behind her only to see yunjin, sakura, kazuha, and eunchae watching from the window. all five of them making eye contact for a fraction of a second before the group closed the blinds.
“don’t listen to her, i swear that’s not true!” you say stepping into your car, embarrassed.
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wooa-whore · 17 hours
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₊ 🪼 choi seungcheol ★ 𓂃 break up with your boyfriend, 'cuz i'm bored
MDNI
pairing : s.coups × afab!reader
summary : you decided to get a sexy tattoo for your 2nd anniversary. your tattoo artist just happened to be an incredibly, cunt-watering, handsome man.
wc : 2 k (i intended for a 700-800 word drabble but yeah 😭)
content warning : smut , cheating (don't do this irl guys) , oral sex (f receiving) , tattoos , pain play (sort of? reader finds getting tatted arousing) , no actual penetration sex , tattoo artist!seungcheol , reader has a boyfriend , sex-starved reader , lowkey enf , nicknames (princess) , lowercase on purpose , no beta-read
a/n : pls i have never had a tattoo before and so certain details may be inaccurate, i have inferred most details from the knowledge i know from my friend whos been tatted before lol. also i felt tingles while writing this? coups be bias wrecking me soooo bad these days. also i am not the best smut writer and i havent really writted anything in a long time so forgive me if it comes out a bit cringey 😭😭
it was your second anniversary with your boyfriend in a week. recently, your sex life has been really dry and the romance between you too has been really dying, so you thought, what's a gift better than a spicy tattoo? It's either you try to spice up your sex life or your break-up with your boyfriend is right about the corner.
your friend had recommended a place a little away from your house, a fine gothy tattoo studio. you weren't generally a big fan of tattoos and didn't have the judgment to differentiate between a good and bad quality tattoo parlor, so you trusted your friend.
when you entered the small shop, your vision almost died rom the amount of darkness in the place, with dark blue walls and dim lights, compared to the bright afternoon sun on the outside. a small bell tingles above your head as a lady greets you, "good afternoon and welcome, ma'am! how may i help you?" the receptionist's voice sounded too sweet for someone with an arm covered in huge dragon tattoo and piercings all over her face.
"good afternoon," you say as your eyes slowly adjust to the darkness in the studio. "i booked an appointment for a tattoo for today, under the name y/n." the woman at the reception desk typed something on her keyboard, the clickity-clackity of the keys too loud for the quietness of the studio.
"yes ma'am, so i will need you to fill this form before we proceed." the woman says, flashing a customer service smile and handing over a blank form paper along with a pink flashy pen. you return an awkward smile and fill up all the required details in the form, your name, age, medical history, etc.
she led your way to a small booth in the studio with a curtain door and thin screen walls. there was a bed of sorts, where she asked you to sit and wait and then she left. you look around the room. it wasn't your first time getting a tattoo, but you feel nervous because the location of the tattoo is surely gonna hurt.
a few minutes through, your tattoo artist walks in. you try so fucking hard not to blush seeing him. he was a fairly tall man, and even under the dim light, you could see his well-toned muscles through his tight black t-shirt. you try not to stare for too long, but fuck, he is so fucking handsome.
"good afternoon, darling. ready for the tattoo?" he asks, smirking a little as he slipped on a pair of gloves. y/n, pure thoughts! you have a boyfriend! he hands you a piece of paper, and you see it is the tattoo design you chose and had sent to the parlor beforehand while booking your appointment. "is the design alright? the size and everything? this is the stencil i will be using."
"uh, yea, its alright."
"and the location is your lower hip?" he asks, as he puts on a medical mask, cocking an eyebrow at you. "if you're comfortable, can you show me the exact location you want your tattoo to be?"
you blush a little as you reveal the location of your naughty tattoo. its quite lower than your belly button, a little on the right, near the dip of your thighs. the tattoo artist chuckles a little and you want to punch him in the face, out of sexual frustration. gosh, how long has it been since you had a good fuck that a man you just met seems so fine and fuckable? "dont laugh." you mumble under your breath.
"looks like you are getting it for someone special." he casually comments.
"mm, my boyfriend," the word feels sour on your tongue suddenly, guilt clouding your head. you push the thoughts away, you haven't even done anything yet, you are just a little sex-deprived that's all! its not like you are gonna fuck your tattoo artist. or would you? you quickly shake the thought away. no, it's not the time to be horny, focus y/n! "its our, uhm, second anniversary."
"well, congrats then! i am seungcheol, by the way. i hope you are comfortable with a male tattoo artist, our female friend has been on leave. if not, you may feel free to shift the appointment to tomorrow, we could arrange for that."
"no, its alright." you say, perhaps a little too quickly, in a voice higher than your usual.
"very well, then. i will need you to take off your shorts and undergarments. you can just lie down and relax, the first part doesn't hurt at all. pull up this towel as a cover up to your comfort." seungcheol says, handing you a white towel and leaving the booth for a while, pulling the curtains close behind him as he did so. you feel incredibly embarrassed at your train of thoughts as you unbutton your denim shorts and hope that there isn't a wet spot on your panties as you slide them off.
the cold air hitting your privates makes you shiver. you pull up the towel given to you up to your hips and call back the tattoo artist in again. he comes back in and makes sure the curtains are closed and hooked locked securely enough so no one accidentally comes in.
you lie down completely as seungcheol takes a seat beside you on a stool and pulls the blanket down till its only covering half of your genitals now, to reveal the location of your so desired tattoo.
"comfortable?" he asks, and you nod. he applies sterilizer on the area, the chill of it sending shivers down your back. it didn't take a lot of time to put on the stencil. he put a small but bright lamp facing your upper thigh while doing so.
"i am going to start with real deal. i'll try being gentle, but it may still hurt. try not to move, yeah?"
"m-hm." there was just something about the man's voice that every time he gave instructions like that it made your pussy throb. i wonder what he sounds like in bed.
seungcheol had a pretty gentle technique, as he promised, but it still stung everytime the needle moved on your skin. the tattoo was relatively small but had fine details. it was a butterfly, with a watercolor background. and the sting was concentrated quite close to your vulva. if you remembered a little of the biology and anatomy you learned in college, you knew that the nerve endings near your tattoo locations were pretty close to those of your clitoris. the stinging pain felt awfully good it hurted, but you felt aroused by it. you bit your lips to not let out an embarrassing moan. you felt the towel dip at the junction between your thighs and cunt, and you hoped your wetness wasn't seen through and-
"you're a little wet, do you need a tissue?" seungcheol said smugly, in a tone as if he wasnt just talking about someone's wet vagina. you literally wanted to die at the spot of embarrassment. "its quite normal, don't be embarrassed." he continued, as if reading your mind.
"could ... you do it," you blurted out, red pooling throughout your face. "please." you did not have enough shame to wipe up your pussy after getting wet at thinking of another man, in front of the said man.
seungcheol let out a little breathy chuckle. "of course," he kept his tattoo pen aside and pulled your towel away. you could feel your heartbeat as he opened up your knees and used a tissue to wipe your damp pussy. he didnt put enough pressure, almost on purpose, not cleaning up the dampness properly. "did it hurt?"
"h-huh?"
"getting tatted there, is it hurting a lot?" seungcheol said, peeking up from between your legs. you were quiet for a while, too lost staring and fantasizing about your dirty thoughts of other scenarios where you could look at him from this very angle. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. you said about having a boyfriend right? shit, this is not professional, sorry if i overstepped."
"no, its fine, i'm fine." you said suddenly. "it didnt hurt that much, i'm fine." you say, getting up on your elbows to look at him.
"hmm, really? i did have some different methods of sating pain, though." seungcheol said, teasingly, not helping your arousal.
"yeah? like what?" you said, suddenly feeling bold. seungcheol cocked an eyebrow again, and you could feel him smirking under that damn mask. you wanted to kiss that smirk off his face so badly.
"i am not sure if your boyfriend would approve of my methods."
your tastebuds turn sour at the mention of your boyfriend again. "i am.. not exactly in a perfect relationship with him right now. we are not very actively romantic lately. besides, this about me, not him, right?"
"well, so does that mean i can eat you out right now?" seungcheol asks, lowering his mask. you nod meagerly, pussy already throbbing at the thought. but instead he closed your legs, and positioned them the way they were before. "i will eat you out if you are good and patient while i complete the tattoo, yeah?"
"yeah, okay," you say it more as a whimper. the thought of getting some action occupies you so incredibly that you can almost not feel the stinging anymore. it feels like an eternity while seungcheol worked to complete your tattoo. you couldn't make out if he was genuinely a passionate tattoo artist or if was he doing this on purpose to rile you up.
when it finally gets over, he takes another lifetime to just apply the plastic bandage over the tattoo as per pocedure.
"you have been a really good girl, so i will reward you, yeah?" seungcheol says, opening your legs up for the second time, and removing his mask and gloves. you think he sanitized his hands right now, but you couldn't see very properly from this angle. seungcheol kissed down your thighs, small and slow, till he reached your freshly waxed cunt, and licked a stripe over it. you shivered at it, a whimper leaving your mouth.
"princess, if you want me to continue, you are gonna have to keep it down. it would be embarrassing to get caught like this." something in your core stirs the way he calls you princess. fuck, even your boyfriend never called you that way.
seungcheol is as passionate about eating your pussy as he was about making tattoos. he presses down your clitoris with his tongue, then flickering it around teasingly. he sucked on your clit a few times, as your thighs close to squeeze his head. you slapped a palm over your mouth to stop you from moaning loudly, the other hand reaching to grab hold of seungcheol's hair.
the tattoo artist moved his mouth lower so aligned perfectly against your entrance and pushed his tongue into your wet and heated cunt. he tongue fucked you till his tongue had licked around every inch of your insides, angling his face so that his nose rubbed against your clitoris. his hands grabbed the flesh of your thighs, tight enough to make them bruise a little.
you are quick to get overstimulated, having your pussy eaten out for the first time in months. you hit your orgasm immediately, ejaculating all over his face without being able to warn him first. you throw your head back, feeling your vision blinding. by the time you recover from your orgasm-aftershocks, you realise seungcheol already cleaned you up, and wiped his mouth, flashing you a half-smug-half-loving smile.
"do you provide all your female customers with this special service?" you tease him, chuckling weakly.
"no, you're the first one, actually," he says, rather sincerely, helping you sit up. you lean in to kiss him, but he stops you with a finger on your lips. you sigh in dismay, but then he pulls up a card from his back pocket, and scribbles down something at the back, and hands it over to you. "my number is on this. if you are gonna break up with your boyfriend, i am willing to take you out for dinner. i don't want to two-time you."
he pecks your cheek and leaves the booth, leaving you a bit flabbergasted, dumbfounded and excited, all at once.
guess you really are going to break up with your boyfriend, cuz your bored.
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luvyeni · 3 days
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p. boyfriend!shotaro x fem bodied reader | warnings: dirty talk, oral ( m. receiving ), really unsafe driving methods ( please don't give head while driving ) | words: 0.3k ~ (357) 🦦ㆍ₊⊹
authors note. a small drabble for taro ❤️
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
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“fuck baby what are you doing?” shotaro almost swerved into the other lane as he felt you squeeze his thigh; trying to grab your hands to keep you from pulling his cock out from his sweatpants.
“come taro, i’ve given you head in the car before.” He let out a smile, but you were serious, tying your hair back. “yeah, not while im driving!” you ignored him, telling him to keep his hands on the wheel. “just pay attention to the rode.” He sighed, letting you have your way— he didn’t even really put up a fight.
He lifted his hips, eyes still on the rode as you pulled his cock out from his sweats, stroking it until it was fully erected. “fu-fuck baby.” He sighed, forcing himself to keep his eyes open. “hurry up.” You undid your seatbelt, turning to body facing him. “hurry up and suck me off.”
You leaned over to his side, giving his cock a kiss; and a lick. “shit, put it all the way in.” he clutched the wheel. “oh fuck.” He groaned as you took him fully into your mouth, you could feel him speeding up the car— probably desperate to get home.
Your head bobbing up and down on his cock, gagging occasionally when he would accidentally buck his head up; desperately wanting to grab the back of your head, pushing your head all the way down. “fuck, baby fuck.” He moaned out— a stop light a head. “fuck im gonna cum.”
The car came to a stop, just on time. “shit im cumming.” He groaned throwing his head back, filling his cum hit the back of your mouth. “oh fuck.” He sighed as you slowly release his cock with a pop. “shit baby.” His face red and sweaty. “you’re crazy.”
He watched you swallowed his cum, reaching over to give you a kiss. “shit.” He was looking past you. You turned to see what he was looking at— a guy in the car next to you, eyes widened. “you think he saw?” you shrugged, smirking as shotaro hurriedly sped off.
“I guess he got a good show right?”
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wonifullove · 18 hours
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come and see me; lee heeseung ( 희승 )
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synopsis: in which you get dragged along by your older brother to a street race. coincidentally, catching the eyes of one racer, who just so happens to be the leader of that racing gang; violent boyz. after a breakup with your long term boyfriend.
featuring: lee heeseung (enhypen) , ningning (aespa) , winter (aespa) , sim jaeyun (enhypen) park jongseong (enhypen) , park sunghoon (enhypen) , hwang hyunjin (skz) , choi yeonjun (txt)
genre: strangers to lovers, text au (+ written), non idols au, angst, romance, love at first sight, street racer au
warnings: suggestive, vulgar language, mentions of cheating. (more to be added)
taglist: @naespas, @sainns, @sanrikis ,@natsukee, @andsooowhat, @aerivrs open ! (send an ask or comment to be added)
status: coming soon
sav’s notes: spending my sweet time on this because i want it to be successful as hell. this is pure fiction that doesn’t represent the idol and any activity in this series will not hurt the idol’s rep. if you don’t enjoy pure fiction as such, please dni
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profiles. violent boyz ☆ 2 baddies + 2 whores playlist.
— one.
— two.
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jhdyuiee · 2 days
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Late Sesh
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: ̗̀➛ pairing: IDOL!taeyong x PRODUCER!Y/N
: ̗̀➛ warnings/tags: smut!, dirty talk, co-workers, name-calling (baby & slut), protected sex, semi public sex (studio sex), fingering, breast play, secret relationship, friends w/ benefits
: ̗̀➛ wc: 1k
: ̗̀➛ a.n: hii again! this is the 2nd fic i’m releasing today 😆, i hope yall enjoy this short one since i did enjoy coming up with the story! anyways i will release more in the future before i go back to school, i promise !! anyhow i hope u enjoyed yutas & taeyongs stories, thank uu to u all who read n enjoyed it i rlly appreciate it!! i love u all && see u next time, jiji out 🤍 [link to yuta’s story: YUTA.]
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It was already past 12 in the morning when I sat here in my studio waiting for him to arrive.
The infamous Lee Taeyong.
It was scheduled for us to record the last B-Side off his 2nd Mini Album. Taeyong actually was the one to suggest we record late “to better set the mood.”
I had no problem with it actually, in fact I enjoyed late-night recording sessions. As the minutes passed there was still no sign of him and just when I was about to call him, there was a knock on my studio door.
I got up, opening it. Speak of the devil.
“You’re late,” I reminded the male as he plopped down on the couch I had in my studio.
“I stopped by the bathroom,” he shrugged.
“Just get inside,” I replied, handing him the lyric sheet to 404 Loading.
He took it, pecking my cheek before stepping inside. My face felt hot, probably even visibly redder than a tomato. ‘He’s too flirty.’
A couple hours later we wrapped up, and he decided on a “celebration.” So here I am in my recording studio straddling his lap and our lips colliding with each other. His hands traveled my body, and mine stayed placed on his nape.
I moaned into the kiss when I felt his hands grope my ass, causing me to start grinding on his semi-hard cock. His hands then traveled to my hips, urging me to grind harder against him. The sensation of his hard cock on my now sensitive clit made everything unbearable. It felt like I would just cum from dry-humping the male.
“Take off your shorts,” he whispered. I got up from his lap and shimmied out of my shorts, leaving me in nothing but my lace thong which was now soaked. Taeyong pulled me by the string, sitting me back on his lap. I faced the other way, his breath on my neck and his hands cupping my sex.
“Wet all for me,” he whispered into my ear again.
His hand then went under my underwear, teasing my clit and my slit. He played with them for a while until I kept squirming at his touch. “Yo-your fingers, pl-please,” I pleaded.
Taeyong scoffed lowly, before plunging in two of his fingers inside my cunt. He kept a steady pace, slowly increasing it the louder I got. “Don’t hold back, let me hear how good I make you feel,” he said, kissing my cheek.
His fingers went in and out of me, while his mouth worked it’s way on my neck, and his thumb worked it’s way on my clit. His thumb teased, circled, and pinched my clit. I was growing overstimulated from everything. He was everywhere. I loved it.
“Cumming already? Cum for me, cum on my fingers baby.”
His words triggered the knot inside my stomach undone, like a command with no hesitation of abiding by. He took his fingers out, licking them clean inside his mouth as he looked down at me. I was already a mess and we haven’t even gotten too far yet.
“Shirt off. Everything off,” he said, tugging at the material on my top.
I took it off along with my bra and underwear. I stood naked in front of him. I saw as he licked his lips, eyeing me like his next meal.
“Your body’s perfect, so fucking beautiful,” Taeyong said, as he took one breast in his hand. His other hand followed along until both hands fondled and played with my breast. Slowly then he brought me closer, and was back on his lap.
He took his hands off my breasts, his mouth soon replaced them. I watched as his mouth sucked on patches of my skin and his tongue swirled and flicked my nipples until they were hard. He let go with a pop, taking off his shirt. “Get up for a bit, I’m gonna grab a condom.”
I stood up, sitting down next to where he was and watched as he grabbed a condom from the “secret drawer” he made in my studio. He brought his sweats and boxers down, until his hard aching cock stood proudly against him.
Taeyong slid the condom down, and walked back to the couch where I waited. “Come sit on it,” he said, grabbing onto my hips. He guided me down on his cock, as it stretched my insides out. I know we’ve done this multiple times before, but I still can’t get used to his size. I moaned out his name repeatedly the more he went inside, and once it was all in he whispered into my ear. “Ready?” I nodded.
He started thrusting into me, and I soon joined in when his thrusts got faster. I bounced on him, feeling as he reached deep inside me. “Look at you, you’re doing so well.” There he goes, his praises. His praises have always turned me on even more, pushed me a little bit more.
“I lo-love it!” I yelped when he suddenly grabbed my hips and thrusted me even more.
“You feel so fucking good, so warm, so tight, so wet.”
Yes.
“You love it when I praise you, don’t you? Makes you clench around me.”
Yes.
“Fuck. Hold it in baby, wait until I’m ready to come, okay.”
“Yes, I-I will wait,” I whimpered.
“I wonder if someone will come in, and see how much of a slut you are,” he teased.
I turned to the door and saw it was unlocked, shit. Taeyong then suddenly grabbed my jaw, making me face him again. “Eyes on me slut.”
“Sorry,” I said softly.
He thrusted into me even more, the pace increasing. Taeyong’s hand then went down into my clit, playing with it. He edged me even more. “Pl-Please let me cum already,” I said with watery eyes.
Taeyong smiled, kissing my lips. “Cum with me baby.”
One brutal thrust and we both came crashing down. My head went back, my vision whitened. I heard as Taeyong groaned, his breaths trying to calm down.
“Stay here, I’ll go get something to clean you up,” Taeyong said, as he detached himself from me and laid me on the couch. I watched as he discarded the condom and left the door.
My eyes wandered to the ceiling, then closing. ‘I really just fucked Taeyong in my studio couch’ I thought. ‘Now I can’t look at it the same way any more.’ I sighed, then giggled. I waited here for his return.
For his love.
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© jhdyuiee
24.03.26
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Yandere idol gaeul obsessed with her non idol older childhood friend and snapped when she found out he has a gf
Jealous.
YANDERE IDOL GAEUL X CHILDHOOD MALE READER
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Gaeul, the captivating idol of the renowned girl group IVE, was the epitome of grace and charm on stage. Adored by millions, she danced to the rhythm of fame, her life orchestrated by spotlights and applause. Yet, beneath the dazzling facade, Gaeul harbored a dark obsession.
Amidst her whirlwind schedule, Gaeul's world collided with her childhood friend, Lee Y/n. His presence brought solace, a sanctuary from the relentless demands of stardom.
"Y/n, it's been so long," Gaeul smiled, her eyes betraying a longing that transcended words.
Y/n grinned back, the familiarity of their bond washing over him like a comforting embrace. "I've missed you, Gaeul. It's like nothing's changed."
With Y/n, she rediscovered the simplicity of laughter and the warmth of genuine companionship. As their bond deepened, Gaeul found herself ensnared in the melody of forbidden affection.
But fate's cruel twist revealed Y/n's devotion to another—a girlfriend whose existence shattered Gaeul's fragile fantasy.
"How long have you been together?" Gaeul asked, her voice betraying a hint of forced cheerfulness.
Y/n's smile faltered for a moment. "About a year now. She's amazing, Gaeul. You'd love her."
Consumed by jealousy, Gaeul's adoration morphed into a sinister obsession. With feverish determination, she vowed to erase Y/n's lover from the symphony of his life, leaving only the haunting echo of her own desire.
In the dim glow of her apartment, Gaeul's manic whispers mingled with the flickering light of monitors, plotting each move with meticulous precision.
"She doesn't deserve you, Y/n," Gaeul muttered to herself, her voice trembling with rage. "I'll make sure she never comes between us again."
From subtle sabotage to calculated whispers of doubt, Gaeul waged a silent war against Y/n's relationship.
"Are you sure she's the one for you, Y/n?" Gaeul's words dripped with false concern, her eyes gleaming with malice.
Y/n frowned, confusion clouding his features. "Why do you keep saying that, Gaeul? She's been nothing but good to me."
As the days blurred into nights, Gaeul's obsession consumed her, a wildfire devouring reason and morality.
But in her fervent pursuit, Gaeul failed to heed the warning signs of her own descent into madness.
"Y/n, please," Gaeul pleaded, her voice cracking with desperation. "Choose me. I can make you happy in ways she never could."
"I'm sorry, Gaeul," Y/n replied softly, trying to maintain composure despite the fear building inside. "I can't just leave her like that."
Gaeul's pleading turned into a dangerous edge. "But she doesn't love you like I do. She doesn't understand you like I do. You belong with me."
Y/n took a step back, feeling the weight of Gaeul's words. "I appreciate your feelings, but I need to do what's right for both of us. You're an Idol Gaeul.. And I'm just a normal guy".
Gaeul's desperation turned into rage. "You're making a mistake, Y/n. She's manipulating you. Can't you see that?"
Y/n's heart raced as she realized the depth of Gaeul's obsession. "I... I need to go now."
Gaeul grabbed Y/n's arm, her grip tight and possessive. "You're not leaving until you choose me. I won't let her have you."
Fear gripped Y/n as she struggled against Gaeul's hold. "Let go of me, Gaeul. This isn't love, it's obsession."
Gaeul's eyes flashed with a manic intensity. "I'll do whatever it takes to make you mine, Y/n. Even if I have to get rid of her."
"What The... ". Y/n Tried to get rid of Gaeul but it didn't do a thing. Gaeul's Obsession for him has grown too far and she would do anything to make sure he stays for good.
"Just be a good boy... And let me take care of thingsss babe..... ". Gaeul slowly carress your cold skin, As she giggles and slowly kisses your forehead.
"YOU'RE MINE NOW... SLEEP TIGHT BABE".
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ZB1 feeling jealous and upset after knowing that someone older / senior liking reader! Maybe reader can make it up to them!!!
a/n: i didn’t want to make the age the most important point in all convos, hope u still like it tho! thanks for the req <3
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