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writingforstraykids · 3 months

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I requested the breeding kink for Channie and Jeongin. Could you add Minho?🤤💌

How often?

Pairing: Chanin | Jeongchan | Minchan | Minjeong (?)

Word Count: 1777

Warnings/Tags: smut, whiny!sub!chan, switch!innie, soft!dom!min, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, begging, threesome

A/N: I do hope you enjoy the mess down there👀🖤

Part of the 💌 event. More here

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Jeongin glanced up curiously as his hyung strolled over. They were currently the only ones home, and he hoped Chan would make some time for him, using the opportunity of their solitude. He chuckled, surprised as the older dropped onto the sofa between his legs and rested his head on his stomach. “You're okay, Channie hyung?” he asked, running his hand through his hair.

“Mhm, I'm okay,” he nodded and gently pushed the hem of his shirt further up, exposing his stomach. Chan practically buried his face in his stomach, inhaling deeply.

Jeongin frowned softly and scratched his scalp lovingly. “You're sure?”

“Yes,” Chan nodded quickly and closed his eyes comfortably. He felt overwhelmed by his lover's natural scent, the feeling of his warm skin against his cheek, and his long fingers threading through his hair. “Just thinking.”

“Thinking about what?” he asked curiously, and his eyes widened a little as Chan glanced up at him through his lashes. His pupils grew darker, and he visibly pressed down his hips on the sofa. Oh.

“It's embarrassing,” he shook his head, nuzzling his nose into his firm tummy.

“I don't mind, it's okay,” he encouraged him, getting curious.

“I just…remember last time? When you told me to keep your cum in?” he asked, blushing softly at the memory of him writhing beneath his lover in an effort to do as he was told.

“Yeah,” he breathed out, ears burning up at that memory. Chan had looked heavenly. “Can't stop thinking about that,” he admitted. “You looked so pretty.”

“I…I want you to stuff me with your cum until I'm so full I can't hold it anymore. Make me so full. Give me all your babies and…,” he trailed off as Jeongin picked up on his train of thought.

“Shit, Channie, didn't expect you to have a breeding kink,” he said, and Chan buried his face in his stomach with a soft groan. “Fuck, okay, yes,” he nodded quickly.

“Yeah?” he asked softly. “We don't have to.”

“No, I really want to,” he said, biting his lower lip. “Wanna make my hyungie feel good, yeah?”

Chan smiled at him, sweet as ever, dimples showing. “Love you so much, my pretty baby.”

“Mhm, love you too. Now get undressed,” he said and reached down to pull his pants off.

“Wait, right now?” he asked stunned.

“You can't promise me all that dirty shit and then expect me to just wait for another time,” he argued and raised his eyebrows at him.

“Mhm, yeah, okay,” he nodded eagerly and scrambled to his feet. “Upstairs?”

“No, right here,” he shook his head.

“We-we'll make a mess, Innie,” he tried.

“Don't care,” he shrugged and shuffled down his pants.

Chan swallowed at the sight of his dick resting against his stomach, already leaking precum. “I-uh, they'll be back soon.”

“And what's so bad about that, huh? You love being everyone's baby, and I love them watching me ruin you,” he smirked, and Chan blushed heavily before nodding.

“Okay,” he chuckled shyly and took his shirt off.

Jeongin smirked and sat up, pulling him into his lap. He kissed him firmly and cupped him through his pants, making Chan mewl and press up against his hand eagerly. Pulling away from the kiss, he met Chan's wide, blown eyes and couldn't stop himself from smiling at the blissed-out look on his face. “So excited already, pretty boy?”

Chan bit back a groan as he pressed his hand down on his aching dick and nodded quickly. “Yes, baby.”

“I'll go grab some lube, yeah? You just get undressed and comfortable,” he told him, and Chan did as he said, getting comfortable on the sofa. Jeongin took his time preparing him, sharing sweet and lazy kisses as he did. He loved how sweet Chan got like this, trusting him fully and handing over all control, letting him do whatever he wanted to. Chan soon got whinier beneath him, writhing and begging for more. How could he deny him?

Chan would notice that touch no matter when or where. There was something so controlled but soft and loving about it that it could only be him. “Hyung,” he whimpered, nuzzling his face into his hand. His eyes fluttered open, and he smiled, realizing he had been right.

“What is my kitten doing, hm?” Minho's soft voice sent a shiver down his body, and he couldn't hold back the needy moan leaving his lips. Minho's voice just had that effect on him. “Letting our maknae take care of you?” Minho reached out for Jeongin and gently brushed back his hair. “Such a good boy, taking care of our Channie.”

“Mhm, yes, hyung,” Jeongin moaned softly. “Couldn't stop myself.”

Minho glanced down at Chan writhing on the sofa, continuous weak whimpers leaving him, looking completely blissed out. “How often?” he asked, soothingly running his hand through Chan's sweaty curls.

“Dunno,” Chan moaned in response. He had lost count of how often Jeongin had made him cum already.

“Three times,” he answered for him. “But pretty intense, hyungie,” he said and growled as Chan clenched around him with a whimper. “Won't stop begging for more.”

“Wanna be full with your babies,” Chan babbled, no filter anymore. “Please, Innie, don't stop,” he groaned and shuddered with a silent cry as the younger hit his prostate again.

Minho exchanged a look with Jeongin, and the younger could tell that new discovery took him by surprise. He watched them both for another brief moment before locking eyes with Jeongin. “Slow down, baby.”

“B-But-,” he whined; he was so close already.

“Slow down, I don't want you to hurt him,” he said and eyed Chan suspiciously, whose eyes were filling with tears with every hard thrust Jeongin delivered.

“Okay, hyung,” he gave in and slowed down, looking at him with wide eyes as Chan cried out at the loss of intensity.

“No, please,” he whimpered.

Minho gently lifted his head and sat down, letting him rest in his lap. “Channie, my love, you're okay. Doing so well taking Innie like that.”

“I'm a good boy?” he asked timidly, face contorting with pleasure as Jeongin dragged his dick along his prostate.

“Such a good boy,” Minho nodded fondly and caressed his hair, brushing it off his face. “Feeling good, baby?” he asked their youngest.

“Yes, hyungie,” he nodded and gently lifted his legs onto his shoulders, changing the angle and thrusting deeper. He leaned down to kiss him, and Chan whimpered deliciously against his lips.

Minho watched him closely and smirked at the signs of his nearing release. Jeongin was getting more vocal, hips stuttering and thighs trembling. He buried his hand in his hair and pulled him up, chuckling as he made his head heavier to increase the pull. “Look at you,” he said fondly, and Jeongin moaned in response. “Such a good baby, taking care of our Channie boy.”

“Yes, hyung, I took good care of him,” he smiled happily, eyebrows furrowing in pleasure as Chan tensed up, clenching him hard and covering their chests once again. “Fuck,” he moaned out and couldn't control himself, thrusting into Chan hard and desperate for a few times before spilling into him all over again. He dropped down onto him shakily, spent from his own three prior orgasms, and tried to push himself up again as Chan whimpered his name.

“Shh, baby,” Minho soothingly fondled his hair. “You did so well; let your hyung handle this now.” Minho slipped from beneath Chan and gently lifted Jeongin off him, ensuring he was comfortable beside him. He brushed back his hair and gave him a soft kiss. “If you prepare yourself while I take care of Channie I'll reward you after, yeah?”

“Yes, hyungie, please,” he whispered eagerly, a heavy blush settling on his cheeks. Minho giggled and planted another tiny kiss on his nose and forehead.

“Minho hyung,” Channie whined and reached out for him. “Need you.”

Minho moved between his thighs and gently fondled them. “Mhm, hyung’s going to take care of you, pretty boy. You're so full already you're making a mess of the sofa. I'll give you one more, and then that's enough for today, yeah?”

“O-Okay,” he nodded, trying to keep it all in until Minho was ready.

“Alright, pretty boy, relax, yeah?” he asked, and Chan did, wincing softly as some of Jeongin’s cum dribbled down his cheeks. Minho didn't waste much time, easing his dick inside and biting back an obscene moan at the feeling. Chan felt warm and still so tight, walls fluttering as he pushed deeper. “Fuck, you're such a mess,” he groaned at the feeling of pushing Jeongin’s cum deeper into his wet heat.

Chan beneath him whined deliciously at that comment. Jeongin reached out for him and intertwined their hands as he started preparing himself for Minho later. “Feels so good, hyung,” Chan moaned in pure bliss, and Minho started moving.

Minho stuck to deep, slow thrusts, not wanting to hurt Chan, who didn’t seem to notice much anymore. His stomach flipped, watching his lover's blissed-out expression and hearing the sweet little sounds leaving his lips. “You two can’t behave for once when I’m gone,” he laughed, and Jeongin snorted in response.

“Not my fault, I swear,” he told him, moaning softly as his fingers pushed deeper. “Only gave him what he wanted so badly.”

“Min,” Chan whined sweetly beneath him, head falling back. “So close,” he whimpered, and Minho soothingly rubbed his thigh.

“That’s alright, kitten, you’re doing so well,” he assured him and soothingly kissed him. “Just let go for me, yeah?” he whispered, and Chan whimpered in response before shuddering around him, covering Minho’s shirt. Minho picked up pace and pushed as deep as he could as he came not to waste a single drop. Chan moaned obscenely at the feeling, and if he hadn’t been so tired already, Minho would’ve gone again. He pulled out with a soft grunt and spread Chan’s legs, humming softly at the desperate whimper leaving his hyung’s lips. “Innie baby?” he asked, and the younger hummed softly.

“Wanna help your hyung clean up while I take care of you?” he asked, and Chan’s eyes widened with excitement.

“Fucks sake, you two are insane,” he breathed out but got settled between Chan’s legs, shoving a pillow beneath him. He smirked at Chan before spreading his cheeks and licking up between them with a sweet moan, collecting Minho’s and his cum. The groan that left his lips as Minho pushed inside him shot vibrations up Chan’s body, making Minho grin. Yeah, that would do it to grant them all some fun.

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ryujenini · 4 months

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IMAGINE #35 (fluff)

Imagine facetiming with Winter while she's away on tour, late night calls talking about everything and nothing just being happy to see her smile through the phone

#aespa #winter #kim minjeong #kpop #fluff #soft hours #soft thoughts #imagine #drabble #karina #ningning #giselle #ryujenini

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ddoxhan · 1 year

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destined to be

tears just keep falling, but never to the ground

word count : 0.6k words

genre : angst; longing for someone who was in your life, someone you were so in love with and still is; gn! reader x any aespa member; how does it feel to long for someone so much you forgot how it feels, so numb and dreadful

t/w : none ?? ig

a/n : leaving hurts so much, but being left behind is on another level of agony. what is bound to happen will, yet I couldn't brace myself for it :( anyways enjoy !!

no one told me that losing someone felt like losing everything you thought life was. no one told me goodbyes were this hard to say. no one told me that you were going to be gone the next moment, when we were just laughing about some lame joke that I don't even remember anymore. all I can think of is just you and nothing else, truly.

it feels like all that's left is my body, its frame. I feel, empty. like this void right in the middle of my heart, ceasing the beating because what I do, eat, are only done for the sake of it. one moment I focus on something, the next you'll see me zoning out for the nth time, back to thinking about you.

please, please. let me out of this invisible cage. free me from these deafening cries. relieve me from these suffocating feelings. if I can, I don't want to feel. it hurts to feel now, where I don't deserve to feel happiness and joy without you. neither do I think I deserve to be submerged in this unbearable misery ever since you weren't here anymore.

you'll always be somewhere better, just not beside me. I'll always be somewhere worse, just not beside you. our times will forever be engraved in memories from now on, but I hate it. so much I'd do anything just to have you back because we never wanted this.

maybe you did, but I know if you had a choice, you'd choose to be here. like the old days, like those days we went to the neighborhood convenience store to get ice cream on hot days, like those days we drove for two hours to the amusement park we've always wanted to go, like those days we looked into each other's eyes, full of love and passion. passion to have the other in their embrace for as long as time existed.

people came and went by, but you stayed right here. and so did I, unwilling to leave you behind but that works both ways. even so, that day had come, and you were gone. not with the wind, yet it feels like the winds blowing were whispering in my ears. inaudible, but it had me break down with tears welling in my eyes. they refused to drop to the ground, instead rolling down my cheeks but before that could happen, I wiped them off with my sleeves.

no tears shall be shed to the ground with your departure. for I believe you felt relief, from all the pain and helplessness. watching you in your state, my heart clenches every now and then as you struggled to form your words to express what you felt. all I could do was comfort you and tell you, that it was okay, that it was fine with me if you chose to leave. it wasn't okay, however, I made myself be okay if it meant that you were happy, free.

you may be gone, but I will forever cherish that smile of yours for as long as I remember it and imagine what it would have been if time froze. just for you and me at that moment. just to hear your laughter for the last time, see that bright smile for the last time, feel you by my side for the last time, have you in my arms the last time. I did do all of that, but I'm greedy for more, because I'm still not ready to let you go. no amount time or experience can ever prepare someone for a last farewell.

I shall end the day on this note of yearning and heartaches. words seem powerless before these feelings I am feeling, but I guess,

"I miss you"

works just fine. there will be a day where I'd come find you, and we'd never be separated again. having you in my embrace, as we catch up on everything we had missed through long, long strings of time.

#karina #giselle #winter #ningning #yu jimin #uchinaga aeri #kim minjeong #ning yizhuo #aespa #aespa angst #aespa imagines #aespa scenarios #aespa drabbles #aespa x reader #karina x reader #giselle x reader #winter x reader #ningning x reader #Spotify

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chaesvoguerice · 2 months

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love song // ryeji

Yeji's grip on the microphone grows tighter the longer she holds it. "Um.. there's some sound difficulties!" She shouts, covering the microphone with her hand, making sure it can't pick up on her voice purposefully. "See? Heh.."

"There's nothing wrong with that mic," Yeonjun growls at her from where he stands a step behind her, a beige-white bass slung over his muscular shoulders. "Start it, Minjeong."

Minjeong's hand glides smoothly back and forth against the electric guitar's frets, her right hand plucking at the strings.

Then Yeonjun's joining in, playing the same thing a few keys lower than Minjeong.

And Yeji has no choice but to sing. To sing along to that guitar lick she made up one bored day as she waited for her shift to start. To sing the lyrics she wrote over the course of a few sleepless nights. This should be her moment, the time to shine that she's been waiting for ever since the theater hall was infested with pests and nobody could perform for weeks.

But all she can do is dwell on the fact that the person she wanted to see the most wasn't anywhere to be seen in the audience.

She winces at how shaky her voice is, but she forces herself through it, trying to lose herself in the music like she always does. It doesn't work all that well, but she keeps going. Ignoring the way she can feel Yeonjun's eyes burning through her back every time her voice cracks because she's trying not to cry.

And as the song nears its chorus, she hears it. The theater's doors click open and a girl runs in frantically.

Yeji catches her eye and almost loses her breath.

It's Ryujin.

The girl the song was written for was finally here.

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kimsohn · 2 years

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thank u sm!! the request was this prompt: “fake dating (it was real all along)” with winter

thank u in advance and take ur time!

chicken sandwich . winter x gn!reader about . 542 words, fluff + angst warnings . none!

winter was tired of you avoiding her.

it started when you last texted her three days ago, the ping of the message waking her up from the peaceful slumber she had previously been in.

the deal is over.

even in her groggy half-asleep state, winter knew something was wrong. first of all, she knew you well enough that 6am was a time completely foreign to you unless absolutely necessary, so you had either stayed up overthinking or pulled an all-nighter studying for something.

the options seemed to narrow to the first one when she responded with confusion and you left her on read. her suspicions rose when she called you and you didn't pick up, and they were confirmed when she walked into school and you wouldn't even meet her gaze.

it's been three days of her trying with no avail to find out what went wrong between you both. three days of her attempting to figure out the reason you would put an end to the fake dating scheme that had brought you two closer for the past month.

when winter had first brought up the idea to you, saying it would be the perfect idea of revenge for the two of your exes who had gotten together, you hastily agreed, wanting nothing but your previous lover back. but now, a month after the initial agreement, winter's ex isn't even present in her own mind, her thoughts being clouded with someone entirely different.

you.

and you, the most important person in winter's life right now, ignoring her for three days straight? she felt like her heart was crumbling.

which is why she pulled you into the janitor's closet at her nearest convenience, aka you trailing through the halls to desperately be first in the lunch line. and as much as winter knows you love your food, sadly, today's chicken sandwich would have to wait.

"why are you ignoring me?" winter asked, getting straight to the point as she closed the door behind you and the room flooded with cheap yellow lights.

"well, you don't have any use for me. didn't you get back together with your ex?"

you both may be on the same wavelength for getting out of here as soon as possible, but definitely not for reasons of ignorance.

"i'm sorry?"

"yeah, i saw you hugging karina in the hallway after school four days ago, after i came to pick you up from your art club. figured you didn't need a ride, or me, in your life anymore."

"god y/n, you're so stupid."

"huh?"

"you're right in the fact that karina did come to confess her feelings to me."

she watched your face fall, your gaze shifting back down to the tiled floor again.

"but, i rejected her. and that's why i hugged her, so i could wish her the best in her future endeavors without me."

confusion flooded through your eyes as you looked up at her.

"why did you reject her? isn't this what you wanted, to get back tog—"

"i don't want karina. i want you."

and as winter watched the smile bloom on your face again while tugging you close, she knew from your eyes that sacrificing that chicken sandwich was definitely worth it.

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ryujnworld · 1 year

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Reacts & Scenarios

work in progress...

One Shots & Series

• Yoo Jimin

work in progress...

• Uchinaga Aeri

work in progress...

• Kim Minjeong

work in progress...

• Ning Yizhuo

work in progress...

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yujinslovr · 8 months

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who in fucks name requested cockwarming HOLY SHIT WHEN I CATCH YOU

#ON SIGHT #THIS IS THE ONE THING I CANT WRITE #i’m sobbing holy shit i have two lines written #erm will y’all be fine with it being 300 words🤗🤗#IF THIS WAS A DRABBLE I COULDA WRITTEN IT BUT ITS NOT😞😞😞#HOW DO I EVEN START THIS #all i csn think abt is when i’m gna write sextjng w winter #i wanna write that so bad #minjeongs so babygirl #bro y’all best be excited for that one #if im not drained by then #.magic talks!#yujinslovr

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seulblade · 7 months

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cockwarming g!p winter drabble

it never got old.

your girfriend, the love of your life, kim minjeong--letting her cock rest in the warmth of your freshly railed cunt.

it wasn’t that long ago you were screaming her name at the top of your lungs, panting heavily at her immense girth stretching you out. her copper-colored hair draped around her soft face, giving her this angelic glow. the glint in her eyes was devilish though, smirking as she held your hips and helped you ride her. “i can feel you clenching, babe.” she said ever so softly in your ear.

after emptying herself inside you, she figured it wouldn’t hurt to just lay there and bask in the moment. her arms wrapped around you like a blanket, her cock slowly softening as she breathed down your nape. this was heaven.

just for the birthday girl @wintersera 🤍🎂

#skye.txt #skye.world #winter smut #minjeong smut #g!p #f!reader #this was rly fun tbh lol might do more #for kaye #happy birthday girlieee 🪄

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lelengerine · 6 months

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for ur mini drabble event could u do a bookstore au with haechan plss 😆 thank u!!

our secret spot

pairing | haechan x reader

genre | bookstore au, nicknames are used for reader and haechan (pretty & hyuckie respectively), no pronouns are explicitly used (but disclaimer: i did make it with a fem!reader in mind ><)

wc | 1.6k a little way longer than i thought this would become... errr

notes | i miss writing for hyuck so much huhu i’m so glad i’m actually getting back into it now that i have the time T^T to anon, im sorry this took so long but i hope you still like it !!

this is part of my drabble req event here!

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with the amount of times you frequent bookstores, your friends have started pointing out how you’re beginning to smell like books yourself- was that comment a jab or a compliment? honestly, you’d take it as the latter from how fond you are of them.

“y/n, it’s literally the start of christmas break! don’t tell me you’re going to that one bookstore again…” you practically hear the pout in your friend, ningning’s, voice. “we’re planning to go out together later in the evening with minjeong and the others, don’t forget!”

“i won’t, i won’t!” a chuckle resounds from your end, “but what’s wrong with dropping by the bookstore every now and then?”

“you always say that!” your friend grumbles before eventually ending with a sigh, “i admire how you love books to this extent, but remember not to bury your nose in them too much, okay? i still want to see your face a bunch during the break.”

“and i’ll make sure of it, don’t worry ning.” you coo at her through the phone, “i really gotta go now though, i still have a bunch of books to return.”

“okay fineee, don’t trip on your way there or whatever.” her words make you laugh a little — and though they may sound a bit dismissive, you know it’s completely out of love and worry for you.

“i will!” you respond before the call goes silent, now packing your phone into a sling bag along with a couple of books you borrowed from your last visit.

what ningning said earlier was pretty much true, you were going back to your favorite bookstore that was only two blocks away from where you lived. aside from the convenience of its location, you were first drawn to it from the fact they allowed the borrowing of books in the first place — almost like a book rental shop.

not only was the rental fee cheap for a college student like you, but there was a little secluded area you managed to locate within the bookstore that has now become your favorite place.

sure, you had to know just where to squeeze yourself through the piles of books and shelves barricading it, but the effort was worth it, at least to you. there was a small window from the back that would shed just the right amount of light for reading in the afternoon- plus! it was quiet, mostly since it was in the far back of the store.

you enter the bookstore with a soft smile at the thought of being able to retreat back into your hidden safe space, the door’s chimes swaying lightly and making a familiar ring in your ears.

after dropping off the books that were due and picking a couple of new ones off the shelves to read, you made your way over to the furthest pile of books from the counter, sucking in a deep breath, before squeezing yourself past all of the books.

the sight of the small, cozy area brings you comfort, but… why was there someone else here? and sleeping soundly at that?

of course you were aware that there was a possibility of others knowing about your little spot, but you never imagined actually running into someone like this.

you set your books down in the corner, crouching down to meet the stranger face to face. you’re not quite sure if it's the sunlight seeping into the place from the window above but his skin glows ever so softly under the light. his fluffy hair covers up most of his eyes from the way it's messily draped, and his glasses, which look almost too perfect on him, are resting at the very edge of his nose.

'he’s… cute- wait no, i literally don’t know him,' you think to yourself before brushing off the thought, replacing it with worry about his glasses falling off.

you try poking the stranger’s arm in hopes of waking him up, yet he doesn’t budge an inch. you proceed to tap on his shoulder next, and even move up to poking his cheek really softly, but there’s still no response from the boy.

you decide that he must be really tired to not have felt your presence and lift the glasses up his nose just a little to make sure they wouldn’t slip.

surely he won’t mind if you stick around here to read now after all that, right? you really didn’t want to read in the open areas where there’s even more people roaming around.

coming to a self-made conclusion, you tuck yourself away in the opposite corner of the cramped space, opening one of your books to start reading without another word.

he stirs up a little bit after you’ve finished a chapter of the book in your hands, soon bringing a hand up to rub the drowsiness off his eyes — forgetting he was wearing glasses to begin with.

“what-” he blinks once, almost as if he was in disbelief of the sight before him, “i’m not seeing things, aren’t i…?”

“what things?” your soft-spoken question somehow knocks the sleepiness our of his system, now staring at you with wide eyes.

“OH MY GOD I THOUGHT I WAS-” you quickly cover his mouth with your hand, trying to drown out the noise he was making.

“you’re in a bookstore! remember that.” you purse your lips together, removing your hand once you were sure he calmed down. “plus, i’m not sure if we’re technically allowed here.”

“sorry, i was just really shocked. i didn’t know other people knew this place existed.” he murmurs, acting rather bashful — from all your assumptions earlier, you didn’t think his personality would be like this.

“i hope you don’t mind. i just wanted a spot to read quietly. there’s too many people outside.” you shy away, covering half your face with the book in your hands.

“no, no! it’s fine i… i don’t mind sharing.” he shrugs, moving his things to make more room for you to be comfortable.

“really?” your eyes seem to light up at his approval, and he can’t help but look away. from all the people who could’ve stumbled upon him, it just had to be you — his classmate whom he’d been crushing on since the first semester.

though, you don’t seem to recognize him, probably because he sat at the back with a cap over his head during most of the classes. but that was okay, you didn’t really need to know and maybe he could tell you another time.

“thank you! i was worried you’d be some sort of creep, but you’re pretty nice!” you start getting a little chatty now that you’ve both said more than five words to each other, and he can only feign offense to your blunt words.

“do i look like someone who’d be a creep?” he asks with a dramatic gasp, peering closer to your corner of the small space.

“i don’t mean that! even if i did say… exactly that…” you ramble off, feeling a little guilty of not filtering your words, but from the looks of it, he was only teasing you.

“sure you didn’t mean it, pretty.” he replies sarcastically with the sudden nickname rolling off his lips, catching both you and him off guard. “oh- sorry i didn’t mean it like that.”

you feel your cheeks warm up, going back to hiding your face with your book. thank god you were reading just a while ago. “it’s alright, uh, what’s your name anyways?”

“oh right, people refer to me as haechan, but you can just call me hyuck.” he replies, wondering if his name would ring a bell in your mind.

“i see… it’s nice meeting you hyuck! i’m y/n.” he genuinely can’t tell if you recognize him or not anymore at this point, well, not like it mattered anyways. the two of you had never talked in class so this was basically his first time actually meeting you.

“well, y/n, seems you’re no longer reading. am i too distracting for you?” haechan jokes lightly, causing you to laugh a little.

“and what if i said yes? go face the corner or something, why don’t you!” you jest before going back to actually finish the page you were on.

a small wave of silence passes by, yet it’s not really as uncomfortable as you thought it’d be, in fact, it felt nice knowing you had company for once.

“will you come back here again after today?” he asks abruptly, fiddling with his fingers as you continue to read.

“hm? yeah, probably.” you answer mindlessly, the sound of a page flipping becoming apparent.

“then you’ll meet me here again, won’t you?” that has you peering up from the lines of your book, now noticing the hopeful glint in the boy’s eyes.

“yeah, sure hyuck.” you smile at him and his heart goes a little haywire. “i’ll see you same time next week?”

“mhm, yeah, okay, nice-”

“you’re rambling.” you point out with a cheery laugh, “i’ll be taking that as a yes though.”

his face flushes, and he’s not entirely sure if it’s caused by embarrassment or infatuation. “yeah, it’s a yes. in this secret spot that’s… now our secret spot.” he replies, mumbling the latter parts of his words to himself.

“did you say something?”

“nope! keep reading your book, y/n. you get distracted too easily.”

“sure… i’m watching you hyuckie!” you gesture your eyes with your fingers as you speak, and he can only laugh at you with the fluttery feeling in his chest growing by the second.

#lelengerine drabble event #nct fluff #nct dream fluff #nct angst #nct dream angst #haechan fluff #haechan angst #donghyuck fluff #donghyuck angst #nct imagines #nct drabbles #nct dream imagines #nct dream drabbles

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baddestbittyontheblock · 6 months

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kim minjeong (winter) fic recs

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✧*:·˚ hi everyone!! here is a list of all the fics that are my favs with tagged writers/authors ✧*:·˚

✧*:·˚ remember to like and reblog the works you enjoy in order to support each writer!! ✧*:·˚

✧*:·˚ however, make sure you read the information on each story themselves such as triggers & warnings ✧*:·˚

✧*:·˚ also, if you'd like me to remove your fic from this list, message me! ✧*:·˚

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𓃠 burn by @laurentpark kim minjeong x aespa! reader | angst, unrequited love

-where minjeong finally finds the courage to confess to you only to find out it was too late.

𓃠 simple solutions by @pupyuj g!pswitch!taken!winter x switch!bimbo!reader | smut (hate/angry sex technically, cheating, oral, blowjob, deepthroat, throatfucking, unprotected sex, meanjeong!!!)

-you always knew that your friend minjeong would never leave you to rot in your apartment all alone, so you make sure to call her over just to pass time. and today was one of those days...

𓃠 her angel by @bitchiswild g!p!winter x fem!reader | blood, killing , beginning is kinda gruesome, slightly rough smut, fluff, creampie, breeding, etc. 2.5k

-"boss, he’s here."

𓃠 smut fic by @honeylations g!p!kim minjeong x fem!reader | secretly dom minjeong, shy in the streets sexy in the sheets, sub reader, femme reader, shy minjeong in public

-with you dating nerdy + med student, Kim Minjeong, people think you are in control. But they don’t know your girlfriend’s true self behind closed doors.

𓃠 smut blurb by @luvyunjinxo g!p!dom!winter x fem!reader

-g!p dom winter fucking the shit out of her girlfriend before their concert (reader is a 5th member of aespa)

𓃠 winter fic by @jade-jini puppy!g!p!winter x reader

-“y/n i have no idea where your clit is can you help me out :((??”

𓃠 smut drabble by @wintersera g!p!winter x reader | smut(exhibitionism, oral (giving))

𓃠 roommate by @wintersera g!p jiminjeong x f!reader | overworking, threesome (reader receiving) , oral (giving), cockwarming at the end, praise, soft dom rina, um sorta dom winter?, subby reader, rina cums everywhere, 2.1k

-in the next two weeks you had an exam. and hell, you were stressing the fuck out.

𓃠 the closest to her by @fanfiction4sooya g!p!winter x fem!reader | smut (massive cock, public sex, jealous sex, creampie, cum in panties, a little bit of masturbation, etc etc;)

-"minjeongie, baby..." You tried to reason with her but her firm hands held your waist even harder, her fingers sinking on it.

#aespa #aespa winter #aespa x reader #aespa x fem reader #winter x reader #kim minjeong #aespa minjeong #kim minjeong x reader #winter imagines #fic recs #fic rec

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wonysugar · 11 months

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masterlist<3

(f) = fluffy fluff omg

(a) = angst oh no

nothing = nasty fucking smut

IVE

Ahn Yujin :

dommeangirl!yujin x sub!femreader headcanons

birthday party : gp!yujin x wonyoung x birthdaygirl!reader

#ahn yujin

Jang Wonyoung :

if you insist : scum!wonyoung x goodgirl!femreader

birthday party : gp!yujin x wonyoung x birthdaygirl!reader

babydaddy g!p wonyoung drabble

angel : wonyoung x 6thmember!femreader

#jang wonyoung

Kim Gaeul :

none yet :(

Kim Jiwon (Liz) :

drabbles!

#kim jiwon

Naoi Rei :

nothing yet sorry ena

ITZY

Hwang Yeji :

domceo!yeji x subfem!reader headcanons

#hwang yeji

Shin Ryujin :

hickeys : fwb!ryujin x fem!reader

#shin ryujin

Lee Chaeryeong :

none yet :(

Shin Yuna :

none yet :(

Choi Jisu (Lia) :

none yet :(

ENHYPEN

Kim Sunoo :

sleepy : nonidol!sunoo x gf!femreader

missed you : stripper!sunoo x rich!femreader

#sub sunoo

LE SSERAFIM

Kim Chaewon :

dom!bestfriendchaewon x sub!femreader : friends to lovers

#kim chaewon

Nakamura Kazuha :

nothing yet, but drabbles are available through this hashtag!

#nakamura kazuha

Miyawaki Sakura :

nothing yet, but drabbles are here!

#sakura miyawaki

Huh Yunjin :

doing what’s right : yunjin x fem!reader

#huh yunjin

STAYC

Lee Chaeyoung (Isa) :

show them : camgirl!isa x fem!reader

#lee chaeyoung

TWICE

Sana Minatozaki :

idol!sana x fan!femreader

#sana minatozaki

Son Chaeyoung :

drabbles only!

#son chaeyoung

Yoo Jeongyeon :

drabblesss

#yoo jeongyeon

Im Nayeon :

drabbles yippee

#im nayeon

NMIXX

Lily Morrow :

perfect : idol!lily x idol!femreader

#lily morrow

AESPA

Aeri Uchinaga (Giselle) :

it’s so over for me : smau

keep talking : bsf!giselle x fem!reader (phone sex)

hate rodrigo (literally) : angsty!giselle x whitegirlmusic! femreader

#aeri uchinaga

Kim Minjeong (Winter) :

skilled : bully!winter x nerd!femreader

#kim minjeong

Ning Yizhuo (NingNing) :

fuck you stupid : bimbo!ningning x bff!femreader

#ning yizhuo

Yoo Jimin (Karina) :

sorry : childhoodbff!karina x fem!reader (a)

#yoo jimin

LOONA aka. loossemble, artms, chuu and yves

Son Hyeju :

i’ll wake you up : stranger!hyeju x sleepdeprived!femreader (f)

#son hyeju

NEWJEANS

Hanni Pham :

close the door : non-idol!hanni x gf!femreader

#hanni pham

more to come!!

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wherethefireliliesgrow · 8 months

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Handle It

Son Chaeyoung x reader

GENRE: angst, slight fluff

TAGS: idol, heartbreak

TYPE: Request, Drabble

Slightly out of breath after your performance, you rushed off the stage with your fellow members, making your way down the long hallways toward your designated lounge. Your legs felt shaky and weak from a combination of exhaustion and a lack of food.

It was the second week of your promotions, and despite the initial excitement of finally being able to release new music to your fans, you were feeling drained both physically and mentally.

Even though AESPA had built up a sizable audience before your official debut, and you had thousands of fans cheering you on during each promotion stage, you couldn't shake the overwhelming sense of loneliness. This comeback was notably different - it was the first one without Chaeyoung. Memories of her sneaking into your practice rooms for a quick kiss of good luck or her comforting hugs waiting for you in bed after long months of promotions haunted you.

Not even the enthusiastic smiles of MYs, your loyal fans, in the audience could fill the aching void in your heart.

"Are you okay?" Minjeong's soft murmur reached your ears, and her comforting hand gently squeezed yours as you walked down the hallway with the other girls.

You shook your head, unable to find the words to express the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you. The lump in your throat seemed insurmountable, and it took all your strength to keep from breaking down.

Minjeong, always perceptive, noticed the exhaustion in your eyes and wrapped her arms around your waist, leading you forward with a gentle but firm touch.

As your roommate, she had been witness to the quiet tears that flowed from your bed late at night and had observed how you hardly touched your food. She understood the pain you were going through after your difficult breakup with Chaeyoung, but she struggled to find a way to help you open up about it. Nevertheless, she was unwavering in her determination to be there for you, offering her support when you needed it most. After all, you were not just friends; you were best friends who had supported each other through countless heartbreaks and the pressures of the idol life.

The hallways were cramped and noisy, filled with idols and backstage workers rushing in various directions to their designated spots. The bright lights and loud commotion were giving you a pounding headache, and all you wanted was to return to your dorm and sleep for the rest of the week.

"Eunchae!" Jimin and Yizhuo suddenly exclaimed from up ahead, waving excitedly to the youngest member of Le Sserafim.

"Unnie!" Eunchae giggled in response, equally thrilled. "I saw the performance! You guys were amazing!"

Eunchae was followed by a filming crew, apparently working on the next episode of Star Diary. Your group had a close relationship with the younger girl, especially Jimin and Yizhuo, who had appeared in one of her episodes before.

Eagerly bouncing over to give all of you a hug, Eunchae grinned and gestured to two figures within her filming crew. "I'm filming with TWICE today!"

Glancing over her shoulder, you spotted the person you had been dreading to see the most: Chaeyoung. She looked as beautiful as ever, with her messy blonde hair and bangs falling into her eyes. She was wearing a simple rock-band t-shirt and black jeans, proudly displaying her tattoos. You remembered lying in bed, tracing over those tattoos with your fingertips while you watched her compose one song after another.

Standing next to her was Jeongyeon, and by the looks Jeongyeon was giving you, it was clear she knew about the misunderstanding between you and Chaeyoung. Even more evident was the fact that Jeongyeon was on Chaeyoung's side.

"Annyeonghaseyo sunbaenim," Jimin and the rest of your group quickly bowed out of respect, with the two seniors doing the same.

An awkward silence hung in the air, and you could see Eunchae struggling to find something to say.

"I think we should head back to our lounge," Minjeong smoothly suggested, gently pulling you closer to her protectively. "We have interviews in another hour."

Chaeyoung's eyes narrowed as she noticed Minjeong's hand on your waist, her face contorting with jealousy. You knew that look all too well - it was the same look she had worn when you ended things between you. The fire in her typically calm eyes, the twisted expression that hid her welcoming smile.

You despised that look on her, and you loathed how the words that usually followed it would cut like knives into your heart. Her anger brought up flashbacks of how sour your relationship ended, and you worked on blinking away the tears that were starting to gather in the corners of your eyes.

Seeing your seniors glaring at you, Jimin and Aeri quickly positioned themselves in front of you, shielding you from their view. Although your members were usually polite and friendly, they were not hesitant to protect you from other seniors. After all, you were their maknae, and they were very protective of you.

"It was nice meeting you, sunbaenims," Yizhuo said coolly, offering another respectful bow. "Eunchae, we can catch up later."

Eunchae was left momentarily speechless by the encounter. Confusion must have crossed her mind as she witnessed the rather cold interaction between the two groups. After all, everyone thought you were all quite close. Aeri often hung out with TWICE's Japanese members, and Jihyo was frequently seen taking all of you to lunch, treating you like her own children. You were famously known to spend time with Chaeyoung and Mina, watching movies together and visiting museums. You were all close, until the breakup happened.

You gave Eunchae a small, reassuring smile and squeezed her arm before leading the way down the hallway, the rest of your group surrounding you like a protective barrier.

After yet another decline to a movie night from you, the girls had had enough. It was time for an intervention.

It had been a few months since the breakup, and they were tired of seeing you moping around and refusing to take care of yourself. Your obvious weight loss, the dark circles under your eyes, and your lack of presence on stage were deeply concerning. They all knew you took your performances and practice seriously, always giving your all, but lately, your eyes had seemed vacant, empty of emotion. Even fans and media outlets had caught on, spreading news and negative comments about your declining health. Everyone was worried, everyone but you.

"Yah! Kim Y/N! Wake the hell up!" Yizhuo yelled, storming into your shared room with Minjeong and flicking on the lights.

Aeri followed closely behind, yanking your blankets off, while Jimin jumped on top of you, shaking your shoulders to rouse you.

You groaned, your eyes squinting under the sudden brightness before burying your face deeper into your pillow.

"I'm tired," you huffed in annoyance, trying to push Jimin off. "Leave me alone."

"Not a chance, Y/N," Jimin said sternly. "We need to talk."

You stiffened at Jimin's tone. She didn't often assert her leader's authority like this, and you could tell she was not happy with you. Reluctantly, you sat up, rubbing your eyes and then looking at the four pairs of worried eyes before you.

"This has got to stop. You're being self-destructive," Jimin pointed an accusing finger at you, her brows furrowing in concern.

It was unusual to see Jimin this serious; she was typically the hyper one among the five of you, which made her current demeanor all the more unsettling.

Seeking support from Minjeong, you turned to her, but she shook her head and avoided your gaze. She knew this wasn't her place to intervene, and she too had grown tired of your self-destructive behavior.

"I'm n—" you began, but Jimin's glare silenced you.

"Y/N, we don't know what happened between you and Chaeyoung, but we're here for you. Please talk to us, or at least tell us what we can do to make you feel better," Aeri begged, sitting down on your bed and pulling you into a comforting hug.

Her embrace triggered a torrent of tears. You were so exhausted from feeling this way, from the ache Chaeyoung had left in your heart. As you sobbed into Aeri's arms, the rest of the girls quickly joined the hug, soothingly stroking your head and patting your back. You weren't known for being the one to cry in the group; they rarely saw you shed tears (except for Minjeong, who was aware of your late-night crying sessions). So, they knew how serious this was.

"I'm sorry," you cried as they attempted to comfort you. "I'll try to get better."

"Please spend some time with us or your friends," Yizhuo urged, "and stop skipping meals. Everyone is worried."

"And also quit smoking," Minjeong added, her words slipping out before she could stop them.

Your eyes widened in fear as they met hers, and both of you silently prayed that Jimin hadn't heard.

"SMOKING?" Jimin shouted, her entire frame trembling with anger. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY SMOKING?"

The rest of the girls looked at you with pity. They knew about the bad habits you'd developed, everyone except your leader.

"Good luck," Yizhuo whispered, squeezing your hand before hurrying out of the room with Aeri and Minjeong.

“I’m going to kill Chaeyoung,” Jimin muttered, before throwing a fit.

After that decisive intervention and a stern talking-to from Jimin about smoking, you slowly began the process of piecing yourself back together. Taking additional dance lessons with Minjeong, you gradually regained the strength you had lost. You also kept busy by participating in more entertainment shows, striving to prove to your fans that you had returned even stronger than before. Despite your efforts, thoughts of that particular blonde never left your mind, influencing every aspect of your life.

On the other hand, Chaeyoung managed to maintain a polished facade in public, but behind closed doors, she would often break down. Your favorite sweater still sat neatly on your side of the bed, and some of your plush toys remained arranged exactly as you left them in her room. Without you there, her room felt too big, too desolate.

She attempted to dismiss your significance as just another fling in front of her members, but they could see through her facade. They knew that you were the reason why Chaeyoung seemed to be permanently stationed in the recording studio now, and why her laughter no longer reached the depth of her eyes.

“If you keep doing this, our next album is only going to be ballads and sad songs.” Tzuyu settled down beside the blonde, who was fervently jotting down in her notebook, surrounded by crumpled paper balls.

The early hours of the morning found the tall maknae at JYP's studio, her brow furrowed with concern. Jihyo had reached out earlier, requesting her to check on the brooding Chaeyoung. Despite the other TWICE members' efforts to persuade her to leave the studio and spend time with them, their attempts had all been in vain. It was time to play the maknae card.

It had been a while since Tzuyu had seen her unnie, and she understood how Chaeyoung tended to withdraw when left alone. So she enlisted the help of the cheeriest and most boisterous person she could find, urging them to drive with her to the studio to locate the heartbroken idol.

"What do you mean? I only write lead singles," Chaeyoung attempted to force a smile, concealing her true feelings.

"Mina unnie told me she saw you clutching your notebook to your chest and weeping into the microphone last night," the tall maknae deadpanned.

"Tzuyu!" Nayeon interjected, nudging the girl gently.

"What Tzuyu meant was that we know you've been feeling down lately, and we want you to know that we are here for you."

Chaeyoung nodded slowly, her mind lost in thought. She was aware that her mood was causing worry among her fellow members, yet she couldn't bring herself to open up to them, knowing she would be unable to contain her emotions if she started talking.

"I'll be fine," the blonde murmured, avoiding the concerned glances of her members.

Sighing, Tzuyu pulled the smaller girl into a gentle embrace, offering her comfort. It was unusual for the younger girl to initiate physical contact, indicating how much Chaeyoung's absence had troubled her.

"Stop being stubborn and just apologize," Tzuyu advised, stroking her hair tenderly. Not to worsen the pain but to address the issue, she continued, "You crossed the line. She's hurting more than you are."

Chaeyoung bit her lip and nodded, finally setting aside her pride and acknowledging her role in causing immense pain. She was determined to make amends, but not before addressing her own insecurities. She didn't want to inflict any more harm on you than she already had.

"But for now... I can take you out for drinks to take your mind off things," Nayeon chimed in, flashing a toothy smile, which earned an appreciative nod from the blonde.

The night ended with one irresponsible unnie getting the maknae line intoxicated. Jihyo was furious upon seeing a video of Chaeyoung loudly cursing into the studio microphone and brandishing an empty bottle of soju, while Tzuyu lay on the floor attempting to count non-existent stars through the windowless studio.

At least this drunken escapade managed to get the Chaeyoung back on her feet. Jihyo reassured herself as she attended meeting after meeting with the board, explaining the situation and attempting to appease the public.

Promotions had become a whirlwind after the success of your comeback, your schedule jam-packed with overseas travel. SM Entertainment was determined to expand your fanbase internationally, hence your prolonged absence from South Korea for several months.

The busy schedule and the time spent away from South Korea had been somewhat healing for your heart, gradually piecing it back together as days merged into months. You were content to have missed out on the award shows and music banks, places where you were likely to cross paths with the members of TWICE.

In your second week back, you took the time to reconnect with all of your friends after having lost touch with them for a while. Your close friend Haewon was overjoyed at your return and invited you for a sleepover at the NMIXX dorms. You shared a close bond with the girls, particularly Haewon, as you were both the same age and had originally trained in the same company. You had been a JYP trainee for several years before transitioning to SM, enticed by their promise of an immediate debut. It was through the workshops held by TWICE that you first met Chaeyoung.

Somehow, the original planned movie night turned into a pillow fight with the girls. You were carrying Haewon on her back, and she was waving a large pillow determined as you faced your competitors, Lily and Bae.

With a battle cry, Haewon tugged at your hair like reins, signaling you to charge.You ran towards the two girls, and Haewon braced herself before swinging like a mad man, trying to get Bae off of Lily’s back. You managed to miss out on the fight despite amidst it, as Haewon’s hands were holding onto your face and covering your eyes every time she lost balance (which was 90% of the time).

When your vision finally cleared, you saw the two girls sitting on the living room floor, attempting to disentangle themselves, while Haewon remained on your back, her hair wild, and the rest of the girls laughing from the sofa, thoroughly entertained by the fight.

"We're such a good team," Haewon exclaimed, still swinging around on your back, attempting to flex her non-existent biceps. "If I were gay, I'd date you."

"I think Y/N unnie was blind the entire time, though," Sullyoon chimed in with a giggle.

"And deaf. Haewon was screaming in my ears," you added, attempting to rid yourself of the ringing in your ears.

"I think I'm going deaf too," Lily muttered, sitting up and rubbing her ears. "You nearly killed us with your screams, woman."

Before Haewon could retort with a witty remark, a sharp knock resounded from the door. The girls exchanged perplexed glances. Visitors were rare, given the strict rules at JYP's dorms regarding unauthorized entry, unless it was their manager.

Who could possibly be seeking them out at 1 in the morning?

Another impatient knock echoed through the silence.

Haewon hopped down from your back and cautiously approached the door.

"Who is it?" she called out, her voice tinged with a hint of fear.

No response, just an unsettling silence.

"Maybe it's manager-nim?" Kyujin whispered, seeing their leader's hesitation.

As the group's leader and one of the oldest members, Haewon had always strived to be responsible and resilient, but bravery was admittedly not her strong suit. She was trembling as she slowly inched her way forward.

"C'mon, I'll go with you," you offered, taking her hand and guiding her toward the door.

Another set of urgent knocks reverberated, prompting the shorter girl to seek refuge behind your figure, clutching your arm in worry.

"What do you—" Your words were cut off as you swung the door open, revealing Chaeyoung with her fists raised to knock once more.

"Chaeyoung," you whispered, her presence once again taking your breath away.

Somehow, seeing her up close ripped open all the wounds you had painstakingly mended over the past few months, ushering in waves of pain as your heart lurched and faltered.

The older girl was adorned in a cozy beige woolen sweater and grey sweatpants, topped with the familiar grey beanie you had gifted her a few years ago. The rolled-up sleeves of her sweater revealed her tattoo-covered forearms, the collection seemingly grew during your time apart. She looked as breathtakingly beautiful as the last time you had seen her, except for the dark circles that now seemed etched beneath her eyes.

"Y/N," she breathed, offering you a sad smile that hinted at her dimples. "Hey."

"Oh, annyeonghaseyo Sunbaenim," Haewon's head popped up from behind you, her grip on your arms still firm.

She quickly bowed in respect, a mix of confusion and slight worry in her eyes, having been on the receiving end of Chaeyoung's fits of jealousy during your trainee days when you were too close.

You braced yourself for the familiar look of jealousy from Chaeyoung, the intense glare that always made you flinch, but to your surprise, there was none. Instead, her eyes conveyed a haunting sorrow, paired with a small genuine smile.

"Hey, Haewon," Chaeyoung greeted, reciprocating the bow without a hint of anger. "Do you mind if I borrow Y/N for a bit?"

Haewon looked at you with uncertainty, and you gently squeezed her hand, nodding in reassurance. Despite the ache in your heart, warning you to keep your distance from the blonde, you found yourself inexplicably drawn to her, yearning to be near her. Besides, this composed and collected version of Chaeyoung was a new sight to behold.

Closing the door behind her, you found yourself alone in the empty hallway with the girl who held the power to either shatter you in seconds or offer you a taste of heaven. The gentle scent of detergent and lavender lingered in the air, bringing back memories of being held in her arms.

You waited patiently as the idol fidgeted with the rings adorning her fingers, her gaze fixated on her worn-out sneakers, lips pressed tightly together.

"If there's nothing you want–"

"Come with me," she interjected abruptly, immediately flushing at her unintended interruption. "I m-mean, can you go somewhere with me?"

Mustering up her courage, she finally met your gaze, her warm eyes causing another surge in your heart. You found yourself nodding in agreement and following her out of the building without a second thought. She could lead you to your own destruction, and you would still follow her. You could picture your unnies shaking their heads in disappointment at you right now.

Chaeyoung was nervous. Scratch that, she was terrified.

It felt like her one and only opportunity to win back the girl of her dreams, and the fear of ruining things was suffocating. It had been so long since she had last seen you, and all she wanted was to pull you into a tight embrace and never let go. She wanted to fall to her knees and plead for forgiveness, but at the moment of seeing you, her mind had gone blank, unable to form coherent sentences.

Now, with you seated in the front of her car, the wind tousling your hair, she couldn’t help but admire your beauty. The soft illumination from the streetlights cast a gentle glow over your features, accentuating your angelic features as the car glided down the street.

She was resolute in her determination never to let you slip away again, if you allowed her to stay. The past few months without you had been torture, and you were the angelic presence that had lifted her from the depths of despair. She loved you more than anything, and she was ready to spend the rest of her life ensuring you knew it.

"The studio?" you asked, eyebrows raised as you recognized the familiar parking lot that Chaeyoung pulled into.

"Yeah, I wanted to show you something," she responded, opening the door for you. "If that's okay?"

You nodded. How could you ever say no to those hopeful eyes?

It was like déjà vu all over again: you sitting on the familiar black sofa, and Chaeyoung fumbling with the buttons and levers of the recording panel in front of the room. The sight of her trying to set everything up brought bittersweet memories. Days spent in the studio, watching her compose and record, flashed through your mind.

"I wrote a song for you," Chaeyoung stated after a prolonged silence. "PD-nim wanted it for our upcoming album, but I want your approval first."

You nodded, giving her silent permission to continue.

She fetched two headphones from the table and walked over to you. Out of habit, she gently placed them on your head. The soft pads of the headphones met your ears, and her fingertips, warm and tender, brushed your cheeks, sending an electric current through your body. Your heart quickened its pace, pounding in your chest, and you involuntarily drew in a sharp, trembling breath, caught in the gravity of the moment.

Realizing her mistake and mistaking your reaction for annoyance, she jumped back in embarrassment. "Sorry. Habits die hard."

Returning to the panel, she took a few deep breaths to compose herself. Your reaction only intensified her self-doubt. Perhaps she was too late. Perhaps she had hurt you too much for you to forgive her.

With a click of the play button, music filled your ears as you focused on Chaeyoung. She tapped her feet nervously, her eyes shifting from her hands to your face as you listened. Mina's rare lower register sent shivers down your spine, but you found it hard to focus on the lyrics; all you wanted was to hear Chaeyoung sing it to you, to hear her true feelings.

"Stop," you said suddenly, removing your headphones. "Please stop."

Chaeyoung quickly pressed pause, her fingers trembling at the thought that you didn't like the song or didn't want to know what she had to say.

"You don't like it?" she asked, crestfallen.

You shook your head. "I want to hear you sing it for me. Just you. Like you always did."

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Chaeyoung reached for the guitar on the nearby stand. If singing this song to you would make you happy, she would do it, no matter how vulnerable it made her. Her eyes met yours before she began to sing. The hint of a smile on your face and your tender expression gave her the courage to express her true feelings, to apologize for all the wrongs she had committed, for hurting you.

Words were never her strong suit, so she often hid her true thoughts behind harsh words to protect herself, but it had only broken your heart. Her eyes never left yours as she sang, conveying her apology for her jealousy, the hurtful words, the fights, and the misplaced anger directed at you. She tried her best to convey that she couldn't live without you and that she loved you.

As the final strum of the guitar echoed in the air, the two of you looked at each other, tears glistening in your eyes, the long-overdue apology finally spoken. All you wanted was to forgive the tormented girl before you, to kiss away her pain and tell her you loved her too, but you were afraid of getting hurt again.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," Chaeyoung said, placing the guitar down and kneeling in front of you, grasping your cold hands in her warm ones.

"I'm sorry for hurting you."

She reached up to wipe the tears from your cheeks, and as you closed your eyes, leaning into her touch, her warmth, her scent, her presence filled the void in your heart, but you worried that when she left, you would have to start healing all over again.

"I'm sorry it took me so long to understand what I did wrong. I was so selfish and sure of myself that I ignored your feelings," she continued, gently stroking your face as tears streamed down her own.

"I shouldn't have projected my past trauma onto you. That was unfair. I should have trusted you instead of trying to keep you away from everyone just because I was insecure."

"Chae..." Her nickname slipped from your lips, making her heart soar.

"Jagi, please forgive me," she implored, pressing your hands to her lips and kissing them. "I can't handle another day without you."

You sighed, pulling your hand away from her lips to rub your forehead. Deep down, you wanted to be with her again. She was like a drug; the closer you got, the stronger the withdrawal. You knew that after this encounter, it would take your heart several months to heal again.

"I don't think I can handle another heartbreak, Chaeyoung."

At that, the light in her eyes dimmed, and she bit her lip, struggling to hold back her sobs. Slowly rising from the floor, she turned around, pretending to switch off the machines and speakers, although you knew she was trying hard to compose herself.

"I understand," she whispered, her back still turned to you.

She looked so small, so defeated, and you couldn't bear to see her in so much pain any longer. She may have had issues to resolve, but so did you. With her close, you knew she would always be the only one for you. She was like air in deep water, providing support and slowly pulling you towards the surface.

You approached her slowly, observing her body shake with quiet sobs as she stood facing her feet. Wrapping your arms around her waist, you buried your face in her hair, pressing kisses to the exposed skin in comfort.

"But I don't think I can handle losing you again."

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