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Book 3 Part 2 – Chapter 34: I Am The Best

Tense. That was how I would describe the mood in the car during our drive from Guryong to Incheon. Everyone stayed silent. I was in Sooyoung's Range Rover, sitting on the passenger seat next to Sooyoung who was driving, with Minsoo, Jeongyeon, Chuyoung, and Lisa in the back seat.

Taeyeon was in the front car–a black Mercedes GLS SUV–driven by one of BoA's security team members. Seulgi, Joy, and Irene were in that car too. Mr. Park drove the car behind us; IU, Dara, Momo, and several of IU's bodyguards with him. Seohyun and Sunny drove the Care Team's Hyundai Staria van at the rear.

Our convoy exited the highway, arriving at Incheon. I glanced at the clock on the dashboard. It was almost 4 in the morning. The girls were already there for almost three hours... Jisoo was already there for almost three hours. I tapped my feet impatiently. I hoped they were okay... I hoped Manse hadn't done anything to harm them.

"Nervous, Yeoni?"

I turned, seeing Sooyoung. She looked really calm. I sighed.

"Y–Yeah... Aren't you?" I asked.

Sooyoung shrugged.

"Been through something similar... When Sica-unnie was abused... She... She was taken somewhere too. Taengoo and I were the ones who picked her up after she called us, asking for help. Gosh, Yeoni... I couldn't forget the look on her face that night..." she shuddered.

I nodded.

"Yeah... I can only... Imagine..." I uttered. "Then... Then... There was Hara and Sulli's death... Suzy and Seungyeon-unnie were the ones who found them, but Taengoo, Sunny, and I came to the scene shortly after... And to see their... T–Their..."

Sooyoung choked, unable to continue. I couldn't imagine the horror she must have experienced when they found the lifeless bodies of their friends. I stared at her. Sooyoung always looked so cheerful and carefree... I didn't know that she'd been through that much.

"W–What if... What if... The girls...?" I heard Minsoo asking from the back. Sooyoung shook her head. "No... I don't think so. Manse is using them to bait us, right? The fact that he released that article is also proof that he intends on smearing Jisoo and Yeoni's names and ending their career... There's no point in killing them. They're still alive. I'm sure of it," she said.

I nodded silently. I hoped she was right. At that moment, I heard my earpiece crackling to life.

"Heads up. You're approaching. Turn right at the next intersection," I heard Wendy speaking.

I knew everyone heard her. I glanced at the rearview mirror, finding Chuyoung, Minsoo, Jeongyeon, and Lisa all nodding, looking ready, albeit afraid. I was ready too. I was ready for anything.

Taeyeon's car turned into a quiet street by a hillside and we followed them. Old abandoned buildings of every kind lined up the streets on our right. This was the perfect hiding spot for people like Manse. No one would look for him here.

"The sixth building on the right..." said Rosé. "From the satellite image... It... It looks like a... Complex?" Jihyo asked.

Jihyo was right. Approaching fast into our view to the right was a medium-sized complex. Rosé guessed that it was an old hotel building, and she was right. I could still see the broken hotel neon sign hanging on the side of the building. It had a fairly large parking lot on the outside, but the entire area was closed off with metal fences. The cars slowed to a stop in front of an alley by the side of the complex.

"Kill the lights," ordered IU.

The car in front of us did just that, and Sooyoung followed. It was pitch darkness, the soft blue glow of Sooyoung and Lisa's Project Origin bracelets illuminating our surroundings. From the car in front, Taeyeon jumped down, followed by The Red Velvet girls and BoA's security team. Sooyoung took a deep breath and looked at all of us.

"Ready, kids?" she asked.

Nobody answered verbally, but we all nodded. I cocked my gun, and I heard Chuyoung doing the same. We exited the car, before gathering together with the others. Our faces were illuminated with blue glows, plus a soft pink one from Momo's bracelet. Mr. Park opened his iPad and showed us the layout of the building. Taeyeon, IU, and Irene studied it in silence for a few seconds.

"What's the plan?" I asked them. Taeyeon straightened herself and stared at Chuyoung. "Chuyoung-ssi, have you been here before?" she asked. Chuyoung shook his head. "No. Manse was a YG director when I was with him, so he stayed in Seoul. He only moved here after the YG stock scandal of 2026," he said.

Taeyeon nodded.

"Very well. Basically we'll retrace Ansel's steps. Ansel used to enter from the basement parking lot. The entrance is at the back of this building, so we'll need to walk down this alley to reach it," Taeyeon started, pointing at the alley.

I flung my eyes at the direction she was pointing. The alley was small, only lit with one flickering street lamp. It was perfect to cover our arrival.

"I've hacked into the CCTV system around the area. I see two guards at the gate to the basement. You need to take them out first," Wendy spoke through our earpieces. We all nodded. "Noted, Wendy. Once inside... We'll move towards the staircase to the main lobby on the ground floor. Ansel's sensor caught at least five guards in the basement the last time he came here," Taeyeon continued. "Easy, then," smirked Lisa, but Taeyeon shook her head. "Not necessarily, Lisa. We don't know what kind of firepower they have, and we need to take them out quietly to avoid alerting the guards on the ground floor," she said. "We need to be as silent as we can. A gunfight on the ground floor is inevitable once we reach it, but we don't want to get swarmed in the basement. It'll be a bloodbath," Irene said seriously. "Got it," said Lisa.

Taeyeon spoke again.

"Once we get past the guards at the gate, we'll get into the basement quietly. Once we confirm the number of guards in the basement, The Strike Team will take them out one by one. Do not use Project Origin in the basement. I repeat, do not use Project Origin in the basement. The sound will alert the guards upstairs," Taeyeon said.

The Strike Team members nodded.

"Once we get to the ground floor, we'll spread out and take out as many guards as we can. Dara-unnie, Minsoo, Jeongyeon... Draw the guards out with your melee weapons. You will be accompanied by one of Mr. Park's men or BoA-unnie's men," said Taeyeon, looking at Minsoo, Jeongyeon, and Dara, who nodded.

"My men will take care of the shooters on the railings, while you guys take out the guards approaching us," Mr. Park said.

The three nodded again, grabbing their weapons a little tighter. IU cleared her throat and stared at all of us.

"We don't know how many guards are inside, but we know that Manse's expecting us, so they'll be ready... Remember, our objective is to clear a path for us to get to Manse's chamber on the second floor, where the girls are held," she said, pointing at Mr. Park's iPad. "Manse will be there..." uttered Chuyoung.

Taeyeon, Irene, and IU exchanged glances.

"I think so too... I think he'll be in his room with the three directors, guarding the girls themselves," said Irene. "What should we do with them?" I asked.

IU bit her lips, looking worried.

"We... We expect Sana's team to be here by the time we reach the chamber... With... With Hyejin," IU uttered. "Hyejin should be the one talking to her dad." "That's... Optimistic," mused Jeongyeon sarcastically, but IU only sighed. "We have to be optimistic, Jeongie... That's... That's the only way we could think of to get Manse to release the girls," IU said.

I sighed and grabbed Jeongyeon's shoulder.

"Let's be optimistic for now, Jeongie," I said. Jeongyeon nodded. "You're right..." she said.

Everyone fell silent. Dara stepped forward.

"We also need to find Chaerin," said Dara. IU nodded. "Go look for CL-unnie once you've reached the ground floor, and get her out to safety," IU said. "We will be waiting out here," said Sunny, Seohyun nodding silently next to her.

Dara nodded, taking a shaky deep breath. Everyone did the same, trying to calm our thumping hearts. Taeyeon lifted her eyes and forced a smile.

"Right... Well... Let's... Do this, shall we? At least let's try to hold the ground while... While waiting for Hyejin, Sana, and the police to come," Taeyeon said. "Let's hope Sana and BoA-unnie manage to talk her into this," whispered Seulgi.

Mr. Park cocked his gun and looked at Irene and Taeyeon, before turning to his team members.

"Boys, we have two pregnant mothers with us. Protect them at all costs. Don't let the enemies even get close to them," he ordered.

His team and BoA's team nodded. We all did a final check on our weapons and armours. Two members of Mr. Park's team stayed behind to protect Seohyun and Sunny, and with Taeyeon and Irene leading us in front, we walked single file down the alley, IU walking at the very end, her knife ready in her hand.

We stopped just before we reached the gate at the back of the building, letting the shadows hide us. I saw the two guards Wendy mentioned. They were smoking, looking relaxed. Taeyeon turned to look at IU.

"You're up, Ji-eun," she whispered.

IU nodded. She picked up two really small pointy weapons from her holster and crept slowly forward, staying hidden in the shadows. I held my breath as I saw her stop a few steps away from the guards and positioned herself, lifting her arms up. Then... I heard it.

Thwip. Thwip.

Two whizzing sounds. A second later, the two guards fell limply to the ground without sound. My eyes widened. Did... Did IU just... Kill them?

"All clear. Good to go," I heard Jihyo speaking through my earpiece. "Alright. Move out," whispered Taeyeon.

We followed the Strike Force head forward into the light, moving silently past the back gate and into the basement entrance. I saw Minsoo walking closer to IU and leaned in to whisper to her.

"S–Sunbae... Did you...?" he whispered. She smiled and shook her head. "No. Those are sedative darts. They'll sleep soundly 'till noon at least," she chuckled.

Minsoo sighed, and IU chuckled some more. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief too. Gosh. The way IU fought was absolutely terrifying that day at SM's parking lot, I wouldn't put it past her to kill those guards.

We entered the basement quietly, and Taeyeon gestured for us to spread out and crouch behind several cars, hiding ourselves. I flung my eyes around the parking lot. Fuck. There were so many luxury cars here. Dara was crouching next to Minsoo, IU, Sooyoung and I behind a car in the centre area of the parking lot, with Lisa, Taeyeon, and Mr. Park a few metres to our left behind another car.

I saw the ex-2NE1 member staring at one particular car parked next to a familiar looking motorbike... A silver Mercedes-Benz AMG Coupe. I recognised that bike immediately as Ansel's bike, but I didn't recognise the car. Dara felt my stare, and she turned to look at me.

"That's... Chaerin's car," she whispered.

I nodded. Dara must really want to meet her friend now. I reached forward to squeeze her hand gently, offering my support. She smiled and nodded, before returning her gaze to the open area in front of us, the walkway to the staircase clearly seen at the far end of the area.

"I pick up six guards from your sensors. Two near the stairs up, four rotating around the area every... One minute. Joy, one is very close to your position right now. You can take him out silently without alerting the others," Wendy said.

We turned to look at Joy at the right side of the parking lot, who nodded. She whipped out a collapsible baton from her belt and crept slowly behind the guard near her. In a flash, she flung her hands around the guard's jaw, jerking it back strongly. I heard a crack, and soon the guard's body went limp. Joy dragged the body quickly behind the car she was hiding before.

"Got him," I heard Joy through my earpiece. "Good. Ddeulgi, you're next. A guard is approaching your location," said Wendy.

I peeked my head up from behind the trunk of the car I was crouching behind, trying to see Seulgi who was crouching behind a Hummer on my left with Irene, Jeongyeon, and two of BoA's bodyguards. As the guard stepped in front of the car, Seulgi lunged forward, swiftly taking the guard down with a strong neck lock, her other palm covering the guard's mouth to prevent him from making any sound. Seulgi pulled the guard's limp body to the back of the car, stashing him securely there.

"Done," Seulgi said. "Two down, four to go," whispered Taeyeon. "How are we going to take out the two guards at the stairs?" I heard Chuyoung asking suddenly. "I'll do it," said IU, "But not before we take out the other two rotating guards." "Now. The two guards at the centre. Sooyoung, Lisa, do it together," ordered Taeyeon.

Sooyoung and Lisa nodded. Sooyoung crept forward slowly, and Lisa did the same. The tall SNSD member did a quick karate chop to the neck of the guard that was standing right in front of us, knocking him out cold. Sooyoung pulled the guard's body swiftly behind, Dara and I helped her.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Lisa running silently before leaping up high, wrapping her legs around the guard's neck. I could hear the faint gasp of surprise from the guard, but Lisa squeezed her thick thighs around his neck tightly, blocking his air supply.

📷

The guard stumbled behind as he lost consciousness, and with surprising agility, Lisa pulled her body back and did a reverse somersault, landing like a cat on the floor and stretching her hands forward, cushioning the fall of the guard to avoid making sound, before pulling him quietly behind the car.

"Done," said Sooyoung. "And done," said Lisa. "Fuck you and your acrobatic moves, Lisa!" cursed Taeyeon. Lisa stifled a chuckle. "Did Lisa do her reverse somersault again?" I heard Rosé asking. "You bet I did," said Lisa smugly. "Fuck you, Lili," Rosé replied. Lisa chuckled again. "Okay, okay. So far so good. Now... The two guards at the stairs. Ji-eun unnie?" Wendy said.

IU nodded, producing another pair of sedative darts. She crept to the middle of the room, stopping just before the light touched her body. She lifted her arms, ready to strike.

As before, I held my breath and stared at the two guards. The guard on the left was standing idly, the guard on the right was opening his pack of cigarettes.

Thwip. Thwip. The guard on the left fell silently, but to our collective horror...

"Fuck... I dropped my cigs..."

The guard on the right dropped his cigarette pack, and stooped down to pick it up, inadvertently ducking IU's dart. The dart stuck on the wall behind him, and he inevitably noticed that his partner was stumbling.

"Fuck!" cursed IU in a whisper. "W–What..." the guard stuttered panickedly, before whipping around at IU's direction, lifting his gun up, "Who's there?!"

We were immediately on alert. Shit! What should we do? Instinctively, I sprung up from behind the car, pointing my gun in his direction. IU produced a knife and threw it at the guard... But she missed.

In doing so, she revealed her presence. I could see the guard's eyes widening. As if in slow motion, I watched him cocking his gun, his finger slipping to the trigger. I did the same, ready to shoot him...

BOOM.

A loud crackling sound echoed through the walls of the basement, a bright blue flash blinding us. The guard's body flew a few metres back, before crashing loudly onto the wall. He slumped to the ground, unconscious, smoke emanating from his body.

I turned to look at the source of the sound. Lisa was standing to my right, her right hand outstretched, her Project Origin bracelet glowing bright blue.

She had just used it.

"O–Oh... Oh no..." Lisa stuttered, realising her mistake.

We heard ruffling sounds from the floor above us, followed by rushed footsteps. They heard it. Everyone heard it.

"What was it? What happened?" Jihyo asked urgently. "I–I'm... I'm sorry... I..." Lisa panickedly stammered.

Taeyeon, Irene, and Mr. Park sprung up from behind the cars, their weapons ready. We followed them.

"Forget about it, Lisa! Come on! We need to get to the ground floor now! We're sitting ducks here! MOVE IT!" screamed Taeyeon.

Taeyeon and Mr. Park led us in front, running up the stairs. We followed them quickly, and soon we reached a long corridor on the ground floor. Around two dozen guards rushed to meet us at the other end of the corridor, all brandishing their katanas and baseball bats. I saw their eyes widening as they saw SNSD's Kim Taeyeon standing in front of them, undoubtedly surprised to see a legend like her.

Big mistake.

"Oh... This is gonna be good..." smirked Taeyeon.

She stretched her arm forward, and with one powerful pump, she blasted them with her bracelet, sending at least the five frontmost guards tumbling down like bowling pins. The rest yelled and rushed forward, only to be met with Irene's blast.

"Come on! Push forward!" yelled Irene.

I yelled and ran forward next to Irene, dodging a swinging katana, punching the chest of the guard nearest to me. Behind me, Chuyoung opened fire, hitting a few guys on the neck and face, making them scream in agony.

Dara swung her baseball bat, hitting the next guard square in the face, then she charged forward together with Sooyoung and BoA's bodyguards. Minsoo and IU came last, the Twice manager hitting a few guards with his kendo swords, while IU threw knives after knives at the incoming guards.

"Get to the main lobby!" screamed IU.

She joined the rest at the main lobby, and I picked myself up to follow them. My eyes widened as I saw the size of the main lobby. It was much larger than I imagined! Irene was about to step into the uncovered central area, when suddenly, I heard gunshots.

"Take cover!" Taeyeon yelled.

I quickly pulled Irene behind a sofa, right when bullets whizzed above our heads. The others hid behind pillars as bullets started raining down on us, shots coming from above. I broke cover to aim my gun at a guard who was running at us from the other end of the lobby. I shot at him, hitting his neck, making him stumble and scream in pain. I knew my gun was only loaded with rubber bullets, but when you got hit by one... It still hurts like hell.

"Shooters on the railings, remember?" I reminded Irene as I returned to my cover. She nodded. "Thanks, Babe..." she whispered.

Mr. Park opened fire, followed by the crackling sounds of the Strike Team's bracelets. I took another peek... And I realised just how many guards were actually there, swarming the place. Luckily, those with firearms were only the ones shooting at us from the balcony on both sides of the main lobby, while the others were charging at us with katanas and baseball bats.

Mr. Park's team and BoA's bodyguards immediately traded shots with the shooters above, joined by Chuyoung, who was a pretty good shot himself. I turned and shot a guard who was charging at Irene and I, making him stagger back, and Irene blasted him away with her bracelet.

"Momo! Momo, on your left!" Jeongyeon screamed.

I turned to my right, seeing Jeongyeon slamming an approaching guard in a ssireum move, knocking him out cold, before standing up back to back with Sooyoung, who was kicking an incoming guard with a powerful karate kick.

Momo was blasting guards to her left while covering herself behind a pillar. I saw a guard charging his katana at Momo, but she quickly blasted him with another pink blast, sending him flying to the wall.

"Thanks, Jeongie!" shouted Momo, continuing to dispose of more guards.

Irene broke cover and blasted two guards in quick succession using her bracelet. I followed her example and shot three other guards. I reloaded my gun while taking cover, and I flung my eyes around the main lobby.

Seulgi was fighting a few guards by herself, the usually adorable Teddy Bear looking terrifying all of a sudden, her small eyes squinting as she moved like a Wing Chun master. She fought gracefully and effectively, striking the enemies' weak points, breaking their arms and knees, dislocating their shoulders, before finishing them off with a double roundhouse kick.

I saw IU fighting together with Minsoo and Mr. Park. Minsoo was surprisingly adept in swordfighting, I wondered if the swordsman Yori had taught him a thing or two. His form was decent, and he effectively downed many guards with his kendo moves.

Mr. Park was a brawler. He fought like a beast, using his giant body to tackle and smash anyone coming at him, rarely ever using his gun. I noticed that his style was Krav Maga, one of the deadliest fighting styles in the world.

IU was... IU. She had her own style of fighting. She was scary, quick, lethal with her knives, hacking, slashing, and throwing knives at all the right angles, her face smeared with blood from her fallen enemies.

To my left, Joy and Lisa fought side by side, and I noticed that the way they fought was almost similar: Agile, acrobatic, lightning fast, although Lisa's form clearly had some Muay Thai and Capoeira influence, while Joy's was simply Taekwondo.

Joy used her long limbs effectively, keeping her enemies at bay with a flurry of kicks, while Lisa was cartwheeling and kicking to and fro, dodging katana slashes while blasting everyone with her bracelet, sending guards flying away left and right.

Chuyoung and Taeyeon rushed to join Irene and I behind the sofa, panting hard. I saw Taeyeon clutching her belly, looking a little paler than usual, and I grabbed her shoulder gently.

"You alright, Sunbae?" I asked her.

She nodded quickly, but at that moment a series of shots hit the sofa behind which we were hiding, sending pieces of cotton flying in the air.

"I'm... I'm fine. Shit. We need to take out those shooters on the railings if we want to proceed!" Taeyeon exclaimed.

"Is there any other way to go upstairs other than the main staircase? There should be other stairs, right?" Chuyoung asked, breaking cover every now and then to shoot some guards.

Irene pressed her earpiece into her ear, trying to talk to the spies back at the HQ above the noises.

"Wendy! Is there any other way to the second floor other than the main staircase?" she asked. "Hang on, Unnie. Lemme check," Wendy replied.

A few seconds passed before Wendy spoke again.

"There are two other staircases. One by the kitchen on the left wing, and one by the concierge area on the right wing. You can't go through the middle. They'll kill you!" Wendy said. "Got it!" said Irene, looking at Taeyeon.

The SNSD leader nodded and pressed a finger into her ear, speaking to all of us.

"Listen up, everyone! We need to flank the shooters on the railing. We're splitting the team in two. I will go with IU, Minsoo, Joy, Sooyoung, Momo, and Chuyoung to the staircase by the kitchen, Irene will go with Yeoni, Dara, Jeongyeon, Lisa, and Seulgi to take the staircase by the concierge area. Mr. Park and team, hold your position in the middle area, cover our movements. Everyone copied?" Taeyeon barked.

"Roger that!" Seulgi responded. "Copy that, Taengoo!" yelled Sooyoung. "Got it!" said IU. "Copy that, Taeyeon-ssi," growled Mr. Park.

Irene, Chuyoung, and I nodded, readying ourselves. Mr. Park joined us and took out a flashbang grenade from his belt, pulling the pin.

"Run as soon as I throw this," he said.

We nodded. Mr. Park threw the flashbang, releasing a blinding white light as soon as it hit the ground. We looked away as we heard groans from the blinded guards, and we rushed to join our respective teams. Irene led Dara, Jeongyeon, Lisa, Seulgi, and I to the right, rushing to the concierge area, finding the door that led to the staircase.

Dara swung her baseball bat at a guard who tried to stop us as we opened the door, while Joy flew in with a taekwondo kick to dispose of another guard next to him who was aiming his gun at us. We climbed the stairs to the second floor, exiting right behind the shooters, who were still blinded by the flashbang.

"Go! Go! Go!" screamed Irene.

I picked one guard and shot his back repeatedly with my gun, before kicking him on the chest to send him crashing through the railings to the ground floor. On the other side of the balcony, I saw Taeyeon's team had reached the second floor, and the SNSD leader used her bracelet to send a couple of shooters flying into one of the rooms.

"Yeoni! Look out!"

I turned around and managed to duck, dodging the shots of a gunman with an assault rifle. Irene blasted his side with her bracelet, sending him crashing through a door of a room next to us. More guards were inside. I shot them with my gun, but soon I realised that I had run out of bullets. I threw my gun at one of the guards, hitting him square on the forehead, before leaping to do a drop kick to send a couple guards tumbling down.

Lisa flew in with a kick, dropping another guard. She reached a hand to help me up, and we stood side by side. We were facing five guards, all unarmed, but all looked ready to kill. I stepped into my fighting stance, and I felt Lisa doing the same.

"We make a good team, right, Yeongi?" she smirked.

"The last time you said that I ended up pounding your fat booty all night long," I chuckled, jokingly slapping her big butt. Lisa grinned.

"I expect you to do that again after we save Jichu and Nini," she replied without missing a beat. "These five guys first," I said. She nodded. "COME ON, YOU FUCKERS!" Lisa taunted.

The guards yelled and charged at us. Lisa blasted the first one with her bracelet, while I struck my right hook on the second guard's jaw, sending him tumbling to the side. The third guard lunged to kick at Lisa, but she swiped down with her leg, catching his standing leg, sending him falling down, before finishing him with a powerful elbow strike onto his chin.

At the same time, the fourth guard threw a table lamp at me and managed to make me stumble back. He rushed forward with a kick, but I dodged it before slapping his ears with the back of my hands, making him dizzy. I knocked him out with a powerful uppercut.

"Yeongi, catch!" Lisa yelled.

I turned to catch the fifth guard, who was just being kicked on the back by Lisa. I locked his arms and turned him over to face Lisa, who did a flurry of punches to his ribs, before leaping up knee first, dislocating the guy's jaw, knocking him down.

"Good one!" I praised her. Lisa chuckled. "I told you we made a good team!" Lisa repeated, offering me a high five. "Why do I feel like you're actually having fun?" I sniggered. "Am I not allowed to?" Lisa asked.

I laughed and gestured for her to follow me outside back to the balcony. At that moment, we heard a loud grunt, and in a split second I saw a baseball bat swinging in my direction. I dodged it, but Lisa was caught square in the face.

"FUCK!" she winched, clutching her bleeding nose as she staggered back.

I looked up. At the threshold stood the black clad man in a ski mask and goggles. I recognised him instantly. This was the guy who struck Jennie and I, the guy who took Jisoo away. This was that Baseball Bat Man.

"You!" I groaned.

As a reply, he kicked me on the abs, sending me flying back into the room. Shit. I realised now that he was a big guy, probably as tall and muscular as Ansel. Lisa groggily stood up and shot him with her bracelet, but he nimbly dodged the blast, the blue lightning crackled as it hit the door frame behind him.

He swung his bat at Lisa, who tried to block it with her arms, but the force of his swing caught Lisa off guard. She lost her footing and stumbled behind. I groaned and tried punching him, but he caught my fist and twisted my arm, making me scream in pain. He punched me hard on the chest, again sending me flying behind.

I coughed hard, wind knocked out of my lungs. Before I could regain my composure, I felt his boot on my face. My body flew and crashed next to Lisa. I coughed up blood as I felt dizzy. Fuck. This guy was a machine!

"S–Stun... Stun him!" I yelled.

Lisa tried doing it, but again, he dodged the shot. He was so quick for such a big guy. Lisa yelled and flew in with a kick, but he grabbed Lisa's leg and threw her body to the cabinet next to me.

He picked up his baseball bat again, walking menacingly at us. Fuck. I was too dizzy to move, and he would dispatch Lisa easily! He reached us, pulled his arm back, ready to swing his bat to knock both of us down...

THWACK

The Baseball Bat Man fell sprawling to the floor, blood leaking from his head. I looked up, and saw a petite girl with a blood-smeared baseball bat standing in front of us.

"Dara-unnie!" exclaimed Lisa. "You alright, guys?" Dara asked. "Y–Yeah... Yeah. Thanks, Sunbae..." I stammered, my heart still thumping from the fight we just had. "Good. Come on! These fuckers just keep coming at us!" Dara said urgently.

She dropped her baseball bat and reached her arms out to help Lisa and I to stand. Picking the bat up again, Dara led us outside back to the balcony, where we found more fighting. Seulgi, Irene, and Joy were fighting a group of guards a few metres in front of us, and the three of us were just about to run to join them, when suddenly I heard a loud thudding sound.

Dara flew forward and crashed to the floor. Lisa and I whipped around. To my surprise, the Baseball Bat Man was standing tall behind us, looking angry.

"The fuck..." Lisa uttered.

He swung his bat to our heads, and this time Lisa was the one dodging him. His bat struck my left arm hard, making me scream in pain and stumble to my left, crashing onto the wooden railings. Lisa blasted his chest with her bracelet, but he only staggered a few steps back before regaining his footing.

"THE FUCK!" cursed Lisa loudly.

He kicked Lisa in the stomach, sending her flying and crashing next to Dara. He turned his attention to me. I was still clutching my left arm. He lifted his bat, ready to finish me off.

"DIE YOU ASSHOLE!"

Two slashes, then a stabbing sound. Blood splattered onto my face. The man screamed in agony and turned. At that moment a stiletto boot caught his chin, followed by a couple other slashes to his torso. He staggered back towards me at the railing, and at that moment I heard another stabbing sound.

I saw a dagger sticking out of his right shoulder. A hand reached to grab the hilt of the dagger. The owner of the hand pulled the dagger out of his flesh, making blood splatter out. The same stiletto boot landed on his chest, and it pushed strongly.

The man fell backwards over the railings, crashing to the ground floor loudly. I peeked down and saw that he was sprawling on the floor. He wasn't moving.

I turned around, and my eyes widened as I saw a voluptuous woman in a red leather jacket over her fishnet bodysuit standing in front of me, cleaning her dagger off the man's blood. She was the one wearing the stiletto boots. She was the one who saved me.

"Fuck... I always hated that guy," she uttered. "C–Chaerin?" Dara stuttered.

CL stood there, blood covering her face and torso. She lifted her face and smiled at Dara.

"Hi, Unnie..." CL uttered. "Oh, Chaerin!" Dara exclaimed.

Dara rushed to reach CL, her eyes brimming with tears. She crushed her bandmate in a tight embrace, and CL chuckled as she hugged Dara back, but then I saw her eyes widening.

At least twelve guards rushed in our direction, ready with their katanas. They were all shocked to see CL, Manse's main enforcer, hugging Dara, an IPG member. I could almost see the gears turning in their heads, and then hatred filled their eyes. They realised what was happening.

"Traitor!" grunted the guy at the front.

Irene, Seulgi, Joy, Sooyoung, Lisa and I slipped to our fighting stances ready to fight them, but CL walked past all of us, standing at the very front, brandishing her dagger. She bared her teeth and stared down the guards, and I could see their resolve starting to waver.

"Stand back. I'll take these fools..." CL hissed. "B–But... Chaerin!" protested Dara.

CL turned to look at her fellow ex-2NE1 member. She grinned wide, and I saw a glint in her eyes.

"Don't worry, Unnie... Don't you remember the song?" she asked. Dara looked confused. "What song?" she blurted.

CL smirked, twirling her dagger.

"Naega jeil jal naga..."

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With that, CL let out a feral roar before charging straight at the guards. CL threw her dagger, catching an incoming guard on the shoulder, making him scream in pain. She leaped forward, pulling the dagger out while riding his falling body like a skateboard, and as the body crashed onto the floor, CL started fighting.

The way she fought was similar to IU with her knives, but... CL was wilder... Much, much wilder. She fought like a savage beast, she hacked and slashed the guards with her dagger, kicking the guards over the railing or through a door, blood splashing everywhere. She fought with speed, with power... And with hatred.

I knew IU always specifically aimed her knife attacks at her enemies' non-lethal points, making sure to incapacitate them without killing them... But CL didn't seem to care. One by one, she left bloodied bodies in her wake, as we all stared at her with gaping mouths.

The last guard fell on his knees, blood flowing from his slashed thigh and chest. With a loud scream, CL bashed her knee on the guy's nose, breaking it instantly, sending the back of his head crashing onto the wall. The guy slumped to his side, unmoving. I didn't dare to think whether or not the guy was dead.

CL panted as she disposed of the last guard, her entire body covered in blood. To my horror, CL started licking the blood stains around her mouth. She twirled her dagger in her hand, before looking up to see us, who were all staring in shock at her. Her eyes caught Dara, and she grinned wide, looking absolutely scary.

"I've missed you too, Unnie..." CL grinned.

Dara started crying and rushed forward, hugging her long-lost friend again.

"B–Babo..." sobbed Dara. "... Y–You made me worried sick..."

CL smiled kindly and looked at all of us. Her eyes met mine, and she grinned wide.

"Hi, Blackpink Boyfriend! Nice to finally meet you! Damn... You're handsome!" CL chuckled.

I didn't know how to respond to that comment, and the way she looked–with all the blood–made me feel uneasy, so instead I looked away. At that moment I realised that the fighting had stopped, all of the guards attacking us were either unconscious or groaning in pain on the floor, clutching their broken limbs and wounded body parts. Taeyeon's team joined us from the other side of the balcony, as did Mr. Park and the bodyguards.

"CL?" Taeyeon gasped. CL smiled and nodded. "Sorry for all the troubles, Unnie," she said. "Where were you, Chaerin?" asked Dara.

CL sighed.

"I was inside the main room, with Manse, the girls, and the three old fucks. I heard shootings and screamings, so I thought the police had come to raid the place. Manse sent me out to fight, but my plan was to run away as soon as I got out," CL explained.

"But when I went out I saw you guys instead! I thought you all were gonna get slaughtered, so I rushed down and took out some of the guards, when the flashbang hit. Then I saw Dara-unnie running to the side stairs, so I followed her up, fighting a few guys along the way," she continued.

"When I reached this floor, I saw Yeoni-ssi almost getting killed by that fucker with the baseball bat. Fuck him. He always gave me the creeps. He never said anything ever, just standing there silently with his ridiculous mask. He's the one who took Jennie and Jisoo, you know..." CL said, looking at me.

I nodded.

"Yeah... Gave me this too," I said, pointing at my bandaged head. CL nodded. "I hope the fall actually killed him," she uttered, peering down from the railings, sending shivers down my spine.

CL sighed again and stared at all of us. I knew we were all still stunned with her sudden appearance, even more so by the fact that she was fighting on our side. Lisa was evidently the most shocked, and CL caught this. She chuckled.

"Ya, Lisa! Stop staring at me like that! We've met before in YG, right?" CL sniggered. "I–I... I... Sorry, Sunbae... I–I was just... How did you... F–Fight like that?" Lisa stuttered.

I knew what Lisa meant. We had never watched anyone fight as wildly as CL before, and before this I thought IU was the scariest fighter. CL laughed, before looking straight at the Thai girl.

"Like I said... I am the best," she smirked.

Scattered laughter escaped our mouths. CL was brimming with pride, but she had a sense of humour, and I found myself immediately liking this lady. CL chuckled a little, but then she stared at all of us seriously.

"Listen, guys... You need to–"

BLAM

A loud gunshot. Everyone immediately ducked and ran for cover inside a nearby room. More gunshots were heard, hitting the wooden frames of the door we hid behind, sending wooden debris flying in the air.

"FUCK YOU CHAERIN!" I heard a man yelling. "I told you we couldn't trust her!" another man whimpered. "Where the fuck are you? Come out and play!" the third man spoke.

I glanced at the others... And then I saw it. CL was clutching her side, blood seeping through her fingers. She winced in pain and crumpled to the floor. Dara panickedly caught her body.

"C–Chaerin! Chaerin, are you alright?" she exclaimed. "F–Fuck... Fuck they got me... Fucking... Old... Fucks..." cursed CL.

'Old fucks'? I peeked through the door, and I saw three older men standing in front of Manse's chamber. That must be...

"Sungho, Chunghee... And Taewoo..." I heard Chuyoung grunting.

The three directors were standing there. The one in the middle, the short one with a bandaged nose, was holding a smoking shotgun, and I assumed that his shot was the one that hit CL. As soon as he saw me, he aimed at me. I pulled my head just in time before another shot hit the wall next to the door.

"Shibal..." I cursed. "We're pinned here, aren't we?" Seulgi remarked.

I nodded. Chuyoung peeked out and started shooting at the directors, but they ran for cover.

"YOU'LL HURT YOURSELF WITH THAT, TAEWOO-SSI!" yelled Chuyoung. "Jinyoung? Is that you? Fuck! You're here too?" laughed the man he called Taewoo.

BLAM. BLAM.

Taewoo unloaded his shotgun at Chuyoung's direction. Tzuyu's boyfriend ducked the shot, and I saw more wooden debris flying out.

"Just come out and play, Jinyoung-ah!" yelled one other director, his voice gruff. "Aren't we a little too old to play around, Sungho-ssi?" Chuyoung replied. "Come on, Jinyoung! J–Just... Just join our side! We–We'll spare Tzuyu if you do so!" the last director said.

That must be Chunghee. I noticed that his voice was trembling, like he was... Afraid?

Chuyoung grunted hearing his girlfriend's name. He broke cover and emptied his rounds at his ex-colleagues, but I knew he hit none. I pulled him quickly just as another shot from Taewoo's shotgun hit the outer walls of the room we were hiding in.

"Calm down, Hyung!" I scolded him. Chuyoung's face was red with anger, his breathing ragged. "R–Right... Right... S–Sorry..." he panted. "Fuck... I ran out of ammo."

I peeked forward. Chunghee, Taewoo, and Sungho were standing right in front of the door to Manse's room. The girls were there, as was Manse. We were so close. Only these three stood between us and the room.... Between us and the girls.

I looked at them, and I noticed that the three of them clearly looked absolutely afraid. They were trembling in fear. Why didn't they come here to get us? They knew we had nowhere to go. These old bastards... They must be so afraid. I smirked and turned to look at IU, Taeyeon, and Irene.

"Guys... These are only three guys. Three old guys, and only one of them is armed. We can beat them easily... Let's have... Joy, Momo, and Seulgi to stun them?" I proposed.

The three leaders nodded. Irene turned to Joy, Momo, and Seulgi, gesturing for them to join us. Taeyeon started briefing them.

"Girls, you heard Yeoni. Let's..." "N–No. D–Don't. Don't do it..."

We all turned to look at CL. She was being tended by Dara and Mr. Park. Blood was leaking profusely from her side. She was badly injured. She gestured for us to approach her, so we did so. Before she spoke, however, our earpieces crackled to life. Wendy spoke.

"Unnie. I... I'm picking heat signatures from all around the building... It's..." she stuttered. "What is it?" asked IU. "I–It's... We... We didn't see it before because there were so many people around. But now... N–Now..." stuttered Rosé. "Oh fuck..." I heard Jihyo cursing. "What is it, Jihyo? Tell us!" yelled Taeyeon.

Wendy, Rosé, and Jihyo took a second to reply.

"U–Unnie... It looks like... The... T–The entire building is... Is rigged... W–With..." Rosé stuttered, sounding so afraid. "... E–Explosives..." Jihyo whispered.

Horrified gasps left everyone's mouths. Taeyeon, IU, and Irene turned to CL.

"Chaerin... The spy team said they picked up heat signatures from around the building. They said it's..." Taeyeon asked panickedly, but CL nodded before IU completed her sentence. "Bombs," CL whispered. "What?! So it's true?" exclaimed Jeongyeon in shock. CL nodded again. "Manse... That... Crazy bastard. He set up bombs in and around the building, saying that he'll detonate them if you guys managed to defeat the guards and get to the room," CL said, still wincing in pain. "What... The fuck?" uttered Dara. "T–That's... That's why... I told you not to... C–Come yourselves! That's why I told you... T–To call the police..." Dara whispered.

I understood. That was why the directors didn't come to get us. That's why they looked so afraid. They were the last line of defence. If we managed to defeat them and get to the room, Manse would detonate the bombs. They knew we wouldn't kill them... Manse would.

"Chaerin... Chaerin, stay with us!"

I turned to look at CL. She was losing consciousness. Dara panickedly slapped her cheeks, trying to wake her up. Mr. Park grunted.

"We need to bring her out to the Care Team. She's losing too much blood," he said. IU nodded. "I agree. Dara-unnie, take Chaerin-unnie outside. Mr. Park, take your team to cover them," she commanded. Mr. Park nodded.

The bodyguards readied themselves and walked to the door. Dara lifted CL up, flinging her arm around her shoulders. One of BoA's bodyguards started shooting at the directors, making them scramble for cover. Mr. Park, Dara, and the bodyguards rushed to the staircase by the right wing, taking the injured CL with them, shooting repeatedly at the directors.

I watched them appear on the ground floor a few seconds later. Mr. Park and the bodyguards released a few covering shots at the three directors. Taewoo tried shooting at them, but he missed, only managing to knock a large chunk of a pillar downstairs. Soon, the group disappeared safely into the corridor, back down to the basement.

"Fuck! FUCK!" I heard Taewoo cursing. "W–We... We need to.. G–get them! We... C–Come on, Hyung! We need to kill them!" stuttered Chunghee. Sungho groaned. "And risk getting beat? Don't you see all of these bodies around us? Hyungnim will–"

His words were cut short because Momo and Lisa peered forward to shoot their bracelets at them. Again, the directors ran for cover, and I could clearly hear Chunghee whimpering in fear.

"S–Stop! P–Please! J–Just... Just stop! Just... Just come out! Please! I–I... I don't... I don't want to d–d–d..." squeaked Chunghee, sounding like he was about to cry. "SHUT UP, CHUNGHEE! YOU FUCKING FOOL!" Taewoo roared again.

CL was telling the truth. Chunghee was clearly afraid, and I knew the other two were too. Manse would detonate the bombs if we defeat them and reach the room. I turned to look at the IPG members, and they all looked afraid. I was afraid too.

"W–What... What should we do?" stuttered Minsoo. "I... I don't know... I... I don't know, guys..." Taeyeon stammered, looking depressed for the first time tonight.

Fuck. Fuck, this was horrible! I thought hard, but I couldn't come up with anything. The only way I could think of getting us out of this situation is if Hyejin and the police came and raided the place. That way these three directors would be arrested, that way Manse could be stopped before he detonate the bombs. But... Had Sana managed to convince her? What took her so long anyway?

At that moment, we heard rushing footsteps from downstairs. Were more guards coming? Suddenly, our earpieces crackled to life, and then... I heard it.

"Hi, guys! Missed me?"

Everyone's eyes lit up. Momo and Lisa gasped. Taeyeon, Sooyoung, Irene, Seulgi, and Joy sighed loudly, and I could see tears of relief starting to fill their eyes. IU chuckled, and I heard a laugh from my earpiece... Wendy's laughter. Minsoo started crying, burying his face on Jeongyeon's shoulder, who smiled brightly for the first time tonight. Chuyoung and I let out a sigh of relief... All because of that voice.

That voice. That was the voice we've been longing to hear all night long. All week long, in fact. That voice sounded like an oasis in a desert. That voice was the voice of hope we had been waiting for.

That was Hyejin's voice.

"Hyejin! Oh my God... Hyejin... Thank you... Thank you!" Irene sighed, wiping tears from her eyes.

We all rushed outside, and what we saw brought joy and relief to our hearts. The short haired detective was leading a police tactical unit, all wearing matching black tactical gears. Unlike us who infiltrated stealthily through the basement, Hyejin's team burst through the front door, streaming inside, their assault rifles at the ready, and they immediately spread out to secure the perimeter. Hyejin was walking behind two officers with ballistic shields straight through the middle of the lobby, pointing their guns forward.

"FREEZE! DROP YOUR WEAPON!" Hyejin bellowed as she saw the three directors.

Taewoo dropped his shotgun and he joined Chunghee and Sungho, immediately lifting their arms in surrender, trembling in fear. Three officers rushed forward to arrest them, cuffing their hands behind their backs. I realised now that Hyejin's team was from the Special Operations Unit, and some of the officers started rounding up the downed guards, handcuffing them and quickly taking them away.

"Hyejin!" Joy yelled.

Hyejin looked up, and she smiled wide. I noticed that her hair now had streaks of electric green on them, but she still looked absolutely beautiful. She rushed up the stairs, crushing the Red Velvet members in a group hug.

"Oh, Hyejin..." Irene sighed. "I've missed you so much~" whispered Seulgi. "I'm sorry I'm late..." Hyejin muttered. "You came just in time, Hyejin-ie..." said Taeyeon.

Hyejin chuckled and nodded. At that moment I heard another loud squeal, and saw Yeri rushing up the stairs to join Hyejin and the Red Velvet members, followed by a girl with purple silvery hair. Jeongyeon, Momo, and Minsoo gasped when they saw her.

"Yoo Beep Beep! Momoring! Minsoo!" Sana cheered.

The three rushed to hug her, and I felt a smile breaking on my face. Sana saw me and released her fiancé and Twice friends to hug me tightly, pecking my cheeks like she always does, laughing her iconic laughter. She did it. She managed to bring Hyejin back. Of course she did! Why did I ever doubt her?

"Are you hurt?" she asked, staring at my bruised arm. I shook my head. "I'm fine," I said with a smile. She nodded. "Come on, Oppa. Job's not done yet," she said.

I nodded, and I followed her to join the others. Hyejin's team had positioned themselves in front of the door that led to Manse's room, their assault rifles pointing at it. Hyejin stood in front of it, staring at the door, behind which her father was waiting. Sana and I joined the rest to stand around her. Everyone turned to look at Sana.

"Sha, did you hear about the bombs?" Taeyeon asked. Sana nodded. "I did. We can't just burst inside. Manse will detonate the bombs and kill us all," Sana said. "How are we going to do this, then?" asked IU.

Sana cleared her throat and lifted her head. She looked dead serious.

"Alright. Listen up, everyone! Yeoni-oppa, Chuyoung-oppa, Minsoo, Hyejin, and I will enter. Along with... Suzy-unnie," she said. "Suzy?" Minsoo gasped.

We heard footsteps. We all turned around, and my eyes widened in surprise as I saw Bae Suzy walking straight at us, flanked by BoA and Junhwan. Her eyes were set on the door, looking confident and resolved. Suzy stopped next to Hyejin, who surprisingly smiled at her and nodded.

Everyone was confused. What was Suzy doing here? Wasn't she in Busan? And... Was Sana actually planning to trade her with the girls, like Manse wanted? I was about to ask the question, when Sana cleared her throat to grab our attention.

"The six of us will enter. The SOU squad will hold their positions outside of the room, covering for us. Taengoo-unnie, Irene-unnie, IU-unnie, BoA-unnie and Junhwan-ssi... Please lead the rest outside and get to safety. We'll try to dissuade Manse from detonating the bombs, but still, you'll need to keep a safe distance between yourselves and this building," Sana said.

"S–Sha... Are you sure?" asked Momo, sounding worried.

Sana nodded, and the look in her eyes made Momo stop questioning her. Sana looked at Jeongyeon, who nodded calmly. The way she trusted her fiancé completely always amazed me. Sana looked at Suzy, Hyejin, Minsoo, Chuyoung, and I.

"Once inside, the four of us will move slowly towards the girls, trying to do so without alarming Manse. Minsoo, help Yeoni-oppa to free Jisoo-unnie and Jennie. Chuyoung-oppa, get Tzuyu. I'll get Dubu," Sana explained.

Minsoo raised his hand.

"But... B–But how are we going to free the girls? Manse would definitely stop us," Minsoo asked worriedly. Sana nodded.

"That's why Hyejin and Suzy-unnie are coming with us. They'll draw his attention. They'll try to talk to Manse and get him to surrender. I have a feeling that when he sees Hyejin, he'll..."

"He'll soften up," completed Hyejin. "If not... Then I'll offer to trade myself with the girls," Suzy said calmly.

We all looked at her. She looked really calm, it was almost unsettling. Sana shook her head.

"It won't get to that, Unnie..." she assured her. "I won't allow it," said Hyejin firmly.

Suzy smiled.

"... Just in case," she whispered.

We all exchanged glances, and slowly, one by one, we nodded, agreeing to Sana's plan. Sana told us to discard our weapons, so as to not appear as threats for Manse. Jeongyeon and Seulgi opened their bulletproof vests, giving them to Sana and Suzy respectively, who both wore them before turning to the door.

The six of us stood in front of the closed door, ready to enter. I took a glance at Chuyoung, and I noticed that something dripped down to the floor from his jacket sleeve. I glared at him as he noticed me. His face was losing colours.

"Hyung... You... You're bleeding!" I whispered.

He indeed was bleeding. One of the shots from Taewoo must have caught his arm earlier when he traded shots with them. I immediately grabbed him and pulled him aside, trying to get him to leave with the rest to get treated outside, but he clutched my elbows and shook his head.

"It's nothing, Yeoni.... I'm fine," he whispered. "No, you're not! You're hit! We have to get you outside to be treated–" I said panickedly, but he still shook his head. "Yeoni, listen," he said firmly.

I stared at him. He was clearly hurt, but his eyes looked confident and determined.

"Yeoni. I've been through worse. I was literally shot twice through the back last December, remember? I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I go out there and do nothing while you guys are risking your lives to save the girls, to save Tzuyu. I have to go in," he said.

"B–But..."

Chuyoung smiled, but I could see the fire burning in his eyes.

"What would you do if it was you who got shot, Yeoni? Huh? Would you go outside to be treated?" he asked me seriously.

He waited for me to answer him, but I could only stare at him. He stared deeply into my eyes, and he spoke again.

"Answer me, Yeoni... Would you go outside to be treated... Or would you brace yourself and walk inside to save Jisoo and Jennie?"

Slowly, I nodded. He was right.

"Y–You're... You're right," I said. "I thought so too..." Chuyoung smiled.

He grabbed my shoulder and squeezed it. I nodded and walked with him to join the others in front of the door. Sana was hugging Jeongyeon tightly, and I noticed that no matter how tough Jeongyeon tried to look, her hands were shaking.

"Do you trust me?" Sana whispered gently. "You know I do," whispered Jeongyeon. "I know you won't disappoint me..."

Jeongyeon kissed Sana's forehead before releasing her and joining the others on the staircase. Sana nodded, and the rest of our team started walking away.

We watched BoA, Junhwan, Irene, Taeyeon, and IU leading Seulgi, Lisa, Momo, Sooyoung and Joy outside slowly through the front door, escorted by the SOU officers who took the guards away earlier. They took a final glance at the six of us on the second floor... And soon they disappeared. The officers closed the door behind them and rejoined their colleagues near us.

I took a deep breath and turned to look at the other five. There were only six of us left inside the building now other than the SOU squad members. I saw Hyejin's hand slipping into Suzy's, giving it a gentle squeeze. Suzy looked at Hyejin, and I saw the detective smiling warmly at the former IPG Head.

"Ready when you are, Eomma..." Hyejin whispered.

Eomma?

Suzy nodded and took a deep breath. She looked ready. She stepped forward, standing a little further forward than the rest of us. The detective nodded. The two SOU squad members at either side of the doors pushed the door open...

And I saw the girls. I saw the four of them. Tzuyu, Dahyun, Jennie... And Jisoo. They were each tied to a chair, sitting side by side in the middle of the room, their mouths gagged. I noticed that Jennie's head was bandaged, a reminder that she too was struck by the baseball bat before being taken earlier. The girls all looked tired. They all looked scared. They lifted their faces as they heard the door opening.

"'Mmm! Mmmm!!" Jennie started screaming as she saw us, but her screams were muffled. "Jennie-ssi! You might want to shut up!" roared a male voice.

Behind the girls, standing behind a large wooden table, stood the towering figure of Park Manse. He was holding a detonator in his left hand, his right hand pointing a handgun in the direction of the door. His eyes widened the moment he saw Suzy, undoubtedly surprised to see her here, but he maintained his composure.

"Good morning, Oppa," Suzy replied calmly, and she started walking into the room. "Ah... So you came. I was just about to blow us all up..." Manse sneered.

We followed her inside, and the moment Manse saw us, he started pointing the gun at the girls. The girls whimpered as they heard the sound of his gun cocking. My heart was aching. I wanted to just rush and grab Jisoo and Jennie... But... I knew I shouldn't do it.

"Don't do anything stupid..." Manse growled, threatening us, "I'll blow their heads one by one..."

Suzy lifted her arm up, showing that she wasn't armed. We followed her example, and I saw Manse's muscles relaxing a little. Suzy walked very slowly in front of us, taking her steps carefully, but she kept moving.

"Oppa... Let's... L–Let's just talk... Alright?" Suzy said.

Manse scoffed. He lowered his gun and his detonator, and he started walking around the table, approaching the girls... Approaching us. He chuckled incredulously, his heavy footsteps thudding on the wooden floor.

"You said you wanna talk..." Manse growled.

He walked past the girls, before stopping a few steps in front of Suzy. He glanced at the five of us, and a chuckle left his mouth again.

"... But you brought your minions with you..." he grumbled. "We're unarmed..." said Sana, showing her hands, but Chuyoung cut her off. "You took our loved ones!" he snapped.

Manse turned to look at him and chuckled. I grabbed Chuyoung's arm to calm him down.

"Hyung... Calm down..." I warned him. "Isn't it fair, Jinyoung-ah? Your new friends took everything away from me! My wife, my career, my life..." he hissed. "... And your daughter?"

Hyejin stepped forward. Manse didn't recognise her initially, for he scoffed and glared at her.

"What is a police officer doing here? Are you even a police officer? Or is this a costume? I thought Halloween's still in October!" he taunted her. "Appa..."

It took Manse a second for the realisation to hit him... But when it did, his eyes immediately widened in surprise. He recognised the petite girl standing in front of her in a police tactical gear. He recognised her instantly.

He had not seen her in sixteen long years, so she undoubtedly looked different. She was a child the last time he saw her, and now... She was a woman. A beautiful, strong, and confident young woman. She was a police officer, and she was standing by Suzy's side... She was standing against him.

Manse's eyes softened, his hand wobbled, and his mouth gaped open...

"H–Hyejin...?"

#lsmu #book3 #monster #cl #dara #blackpink #red velvet #snsd #taeyeon #irene #hyejin #lisa #iu #sandara park #Youtube

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boraxquinn · 6 months

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Tsuki: I was so nervous >.< @yanderejoy

#We did a tik tok for Billlie too!#So thank you unnie!#Tsuki;face #t;joy unnie

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stardustseulgi · 3 years

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mtl public exhibitionist

Irene would have the confidence in herself and her body to do it often. Plus she loves the sense of power it gives her. Evn if she just has a toy under her clothes or something like that, instead of full on exhibition.

Seulgi is similar to Irene. Full of confidence in herself. Seulgi is more just doin it for fun rather than any sense of accomplishment or anything.

Joy casually does it pretty often. Similar to the unnie line, she has the confidence to not even give it a second thought or worry. And she has fun with it. Often bringing others she's with into it with her.

Yeri has done t every now and then, but it's not her favorite thing to do. It's ore of something she has done for the thrill of it now and then. But not all that often compared to he others.

Wendy is probably the most shy about it out of the members. Not that she has any problems with herself. But more that she thinks she'd be caught pretty easily. She worries more about accidentally making it too obvious, and she'd panic too much to get out of the situation.

#red velvet smut #red velvet mtl #red velvet most to least

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princessjungeun · 4 years

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m a s t e r l i s t

everything i write is purely fiction! none of this is to be taken any other way! everything is SFW

*i update my masterlist before i go to sleep every night so if you don’t see something here you might have to go back and scroll*

BLACKPINK

reaction to s/o surprising them at work: OT4

falling for you: ROSÉ

jennie as your girlfriend: JENNIE

7:30 - ROSÉ

reaction to s/o giving birth: OT4

proposing to their girlfriend: OT4

SECRET NUMBER

gave it all for you: DENISE

TWICE

i got lonely: MINA

친구: CHAEYOUNG

helping a trainee: OT9

flowers: OT9

because i love you: JEONGYEON

mentor: NAYEON

i wasn’t ready: MINA

blue eyes: SANA

supportive girlfriend: SANA

11:27 : JEONGYEON

when they find out their gf sleeps with a teddy bear: OT9

i’ll take care of you: NAYEON

one last chance: MINA

i’ll wait: TZUYU

christmas time: MOMO

photocard: CHAEYOUNG

soulmates: CHAEYOUNG

reaction to meeting girlfriend’s pets: OT9

only one: NAYEON

reaction to 10th member dying their hair: OT9

again: SANA

lesson learned: Little! MOMO / CG! SANA

1:05 : JEONGYEON

from liking to loving: CHAEYOUNG

reaction 10th member being disrespected: OT9

puppy love: TZUYU

swimming lesson: JEONGYEON

chaeyoung as your girlfriend: CHAEYOUNG

mina as your girlfriend: MINA

reaction to s/o having freckles: OT9

only one: JEONGYEON

reaction to s/o having a child from pervious relationship: OT9

reaction to wife throwing wedding ring: OT9

ITZY

waiting for you: LIA

you’re perfect: YUNA

im right here: CHAERYEONG

graduation day: RYUJIN

reaction to your first big fight: OT5

when their s/o is upset about something: OT5

first kisses: LIA

mornings with you: OT5

exposed: OT5

meeting the parents: OT5

girl crush: RYUJIN

having a younger s/o: OT5

s/o biasing someone else: OT5

always: LIA

cookies: RYUJIN

what now: YEJI

ballerina: RYUJIN

take it slow: YEJI

forgetting date night: LIA

Reaction to you accidentally appearing on their Live: OT5

Best Friends: RYUJIN

dating yuna: YUNA

27 Universes: CHAERYEONG

Big Baby: Little! YUNA / CG! RYUJIN

reaction to girlfriend doing a more mature concept: OT5

half and half: LIA

photographs: RYUJIN

i’ll always have you back: RYUJIN

dating lia: LIA

teaching yuna to drive: YUNA

dating ryujin: RYUJIN

dating chaeryeong: CHAERYEONG

yeji as your girlfriend: YEJI

excuse me um...i love you: LIA

7:30 backstories: RYUJIN

reaction to S/O smoking: OT5

2:00: RYUJIN

behind the mask: YEJI

reaction to being woken up with breakfast in bed: OT5

09: RYUJIN

EVERGLOW

the one that got away: YIREN

10:46: E:U

Sick Days: Little! YIREN / CG! AISHA

dating eu : E:U

(G)I-DLE

when their s/o is clumsy: OT6

reaction to you almost getting into a fight: OT6

dont doubt my love: SOYEON

oops: SOYEON

smile: SOYEON

the livestream: SHUHUA

Shuhua’s s/o meeting the unnies: OT6

surprise: SOYEON

break: SOYEON

reaction to i dont want to kiss you prank: OT6

games: MIYEON

reaction to girlfriend kissing them in public: OT6

im not going anywhere: SOYEON

and it was all yellow: SOOJIN

reaction to s/o being clingy/ overprotective: OT6

heart shaker: SHUHUA

reaction to their s/o stealing their sweater: OT6

under the stars: SOYEON

shenanigans: YUQI

dating soyeon: SOYEON

soojin as your girlfriend: SOOJIN

7:30 backstories: SOOJIN

reaction to having a crush on another member’s s/o: OT6

reaction to s/o finding out their sibling is getting bullied: OT6

RED VELVET

i still want you: YERI

from nothing to something: JOY

first kiss: IRENE

oh baby: IRENE

reaction to s/o being overprotective: OT5

and they were roommates: YERI

all i need: WENDY

reaction to s/o loving kids: OT5

DREAMCATCHER

under my umbrella: JIU

its been too long: HANDONG

i missed you: SUA

hand in hand: HANDONG

dami as your girlfriend: DAMI

siyeon as your girlfriend: SIYEON

handong as your girlfriend: HANDONG

falling for you: DAMI

9:13 : DAMI

LOONA

reaction to hurting their s/o in an argument pt 1 / pt 2 / pt 3

all you need: HEEJIN

hey: KIM LIP

yeojin as your girlfriend: YEOJIN

olivia hye as your girlfriend: HYEJOO

gowon as your girlfriend: GOWON

Champion: YVES (kinda)

7:30 backstories: HYEJOO

3:13: YEOJIN

yves as your girlfriend

SOMI

meeting the parents

my other half

kiss and make up

dance with me

CHUNGHA

caramel latte

overnight sensation

#masterlist

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sasaeng | l. taeyong (m)

DESCRIPTION: Someone’s obsessed, but it’s not who you think… In which an idol is completely, utterly, disgustingly obsessed with you.

Genre: stalker/ sasaeng + idol au angst | “romance” | psychological thriller WC: 15k Warnings: graphic smut (humping, masturbation, fingering, cum shot/creampie, preg kink), unhealthy obsession, drug addiction, graphic violence (depicted beating, poisoning), slight coercion

(⚠️Warning⚠️: This ain’t your regular idol au. There is drug addiction, body issues, unhealthy obsession, and whole lot of dark stuff, and that, if it triggers you in any way, DON’T READ THE BOOK. Also, the author does not condone ANY unhealthy behavior in this book in any way, shape or form. I AM NOT romanticizing stalking and obsession; I wanted to write this to explore a unique dynamic and twist to the Idol AU. This behavior is unhealthy and not normal, and please, seek help if this were to ever happen. Apologies if I have written any behavior unrealistically. ⚠️)

A gentle humming fills the bathroom as the shower is turned on. A female enters the shower, naked, and precedes to cleanse her body of the troubles and worries of the day.

Yet, the eye at the keyhole isn’t noticed. In fact, it will never be… if he has his way.

Shocked gasps come over the studio as, for the first time in history, two idol groups tied for 1st place on a Music Show. Every vote, every score was match for match. While celebratory confetti cannons and music blared pathetically in the background, the audience, the staff, the crew came to a standstill while the idols stood, frozen, on stage.

What were they supposed to do? There was only one trophy after all. Were they supposed to cheer? Boo? Scream?

The in-ear on Ong Seongwoo blared to life as the producer came to his senses.

“Quick! Congratulate both groups, I’ll just— fuck— how did we not see this coming—”

Seongwoo pasted a smile to his face and reanimated his lively and cheerful self. “Well, that’s was unexpected, but, congratulations to both NCT U and FEM for winning 1st place on this week’s broadcast of Music Core!”

Gradual clapping and cheers came from the crowd, which rose even louder as a crew member rushed onto stage carrying 2 trophies. The idols on stage slowly began to move, whispering and gossiping amongst themselves at this unexpected development.

The groups in question themselves were smiling but shooting confused and worried glances at each other. Was this supposed to happen?

The crew member hurriedly passed one trophy into the slender fingers of Lee Taeyong, the leader of NCT U, and the other into the arms of Sunmi, the leader of FEM. They both regained posture and, while avoiding looking at each other, bowed. The other groups left in a flurry of confetti and streamers, while NCT and FEM stayed on stage.

Seongwoo furrowed his brows as he listened intently into his in-ear. He nodded, turned, then smiled broadly at the audience, not a single piece of his hair out of place of his signature comma hair style.

“We will be playing the winners’ songs in no certain order, thank you everyone!”

3 taps of a drumstick signaled the vocal-heavy and flowery track of FEM’s 2nd EP, “Halo”. NCT U politely took a step back as FEM flounced onto the middle, dazzling in the sparkling lights.

As lead vocalist Sunmi began to start her first line, her voice began to crack and tears were bubbling at the edge of her periphery. She choked out a tearful “sorry” and buried her face into the slim shoulders of your fellow member, Bolin, the main dancer. Both clung together like glue, clasping each other for comfort as the monumental accomplishment swept over them like a tidal wave.

Our 1st win, you thought, smiling slightly and wiping the tears off the edge of your vision. Our 1st win since our debut a year ago.

You were tapped on the shoulder and turned to see FEM’s main rapper, Bella, smirking and shoving the mic at you. You quickly realized that Sunmi was belting out the pre-chorus, and you got ready to sing the difficult chorus.

Lee Taeyong stood to the side, full of mixed emotions. Was it anger? Jealousy? Indignancy? His light blond hair hung around the the bony structure of his face, highlighting his slight gauntness. He stared at FEM, not knowing what to feel until he saw her.

It was some damned drug trip, wasn’t it? Because there was no way the spotlight rested solely on her, as sobs came out of her pretty pink lips while she laughed in joy. Her silky dress flowed around her like it was upheld by a heavenly wind, in tune with the concept her company presented her as.

A goddess.

A goddess of heaven and earth.

Taeyong could only stare like he was a starved man, drinking in the sight like seeing an oasis in the middle of a dry, dry desert. His tinted lips hung open as his gaze remained solely on the vision she presented.

The longer he saw, the more he saw her. A goddess in group of harpies, yet, so insecure and hurt. Was this what it felt like when Pygmalion laid eyes on Galatea? The way Hades saw Persephone?

His heart stuttered in his chest and he felt like he couldn’t breath.

A goddess for him and himself.

1 Year Ago

“I’ll lead you, I’m the boss! I move you, I’m the player!” The heavy bass and domineering synths echoed throughout the gymnasium, thousands of green light sticks moving in unison to the catchy beat. It was quite a sight to see 60,000 plus green sticks fill the gigantic Seoul Olympic Stadium in the night in expansive 360 degree seating.

A chorus of male, synth voices harmonized together for the outro, the group of seven in a triangle formation broadcasted on gigantic screens. The crowd let out thunderous roar, shouting the fan-chants in order.

“Taeyong! Doyoung!”

The 7 men in tailored army suits, silver chains glinting as they swung around from the sheer force the men were putting into their movements. The managing crew of the concert watched the men through their many screens, communicating through headsets.

“On the count of three, release the stage door, alright?”

“Jaehyun! WinWin!”

The flashing lights of the monitor played over the director’s passive face.

“One.”

“Jungwoo! Lucas! Markeu!”

“Two.”

The crew member reached out the arm to turn his monitor closer. His sleeve brushed against the control board, brushing against a certain switch.

“NCT!”

The lead figure, glaringly obvious with his blood red hair in the middle of the formation, suddenly disappeared from screen. From the tops of the stands, the audience could see the large gaping hole slightly off to the left of the stage.

Murmurs and gasps filled the stadium as the 6 remaining figures broke formation to swarm around the gaping hole. Mark, WinWin, and Doyoung knelt down near the hole while Jaehyun and Jungwoo looked down at the stage sidelines, visibly panicking on the billboard screens. Lucas frowned as he pulled his in-ear closer, his full lips pursed while listening to the crew’s directions.

2 staff members in “NEO CULTURE TECH: LUCID DREAM” t-shirts climbed up to the stage from the bottom ground, guiding the anxious members off the stage.

Cries and shouts arose from the worried crowd. All lights shut off, and the clamors gradually grew louder and louder until the overhead speaker blared to life.

“Everyone, we are sorry for the inconvenience.”

Under the jungle of metal bars and concrete, the red-haired man groaned in pain. His leg was twisted awkwardly, having caught on a metal bar his high fall down. Through his tears, he looked a few feet up to see Mark’s and WinWin’s worried faces peering down at him.

“Due to the early releasing of the stage platforms, Lee Taeyong fell through the hole and we are currently awaiting his status.”

A swarm of team members maneuvered through the concrete structures, crouching around his figure. The remaining NCT members, bar the BOSS members from the stage, ran to his position, and peeked from behind the crew.

“Taeyong-hyung!” Chenle’s high voice shouted, his face the pallor of white as anxiety ran through all members present. Johnny and Jeno clutched onto him tightly, their mouths parted in shock and fear for the pillar of NCT.

A young woman looked up at the rest of the crew, her eyes wide.

“Quick, get an ambulance! He’s broken his leg and I can see blood!”

“Lee Taeyong, leader of top boy group NCT, injured at Seoul Concert!”

“World Group NCT, leader Lee Taeyong breaks his leg at concert!”

“NCT leader Lee Taeyong hospitalized after serious accident at Seoul concert!”

“NCT Taeyong rushed to ER for a broken leg after stage accident at concert!”

“Global Boy Group NCT: leader Lee Taeyong taken off roster for first leg of NCT world tour due to an accident at kick-off concert!”

“NCT TOP VISUAL TAEYONG UNABLE TO PARTICIPATE IN THE FIRST LEG OF NCT’S 20- CITY WORLD TOUR AFTER ACCIDENT AT SEOUL CONCERT!”

You opened your eyes, hearing the air conditioning and the warm lights of your dorm room. You could hear the hum of the television screen from the living room and the smell of bulgogi from the kitchen.

You yawned, stretching your arms and padded off to the kitchen, wrapping a furry robe around yourself. You saw through your bleary vision your group’s leader and proclaimed “omma” Sunmi stirring something on the oven, her curvy figure in a tank top and leggings. Sulhee and Boram were recumbent on the couch, their hair up in towels as they chatted casually.

“Good morning, everyone,” you smiled tiredly. It had been a late night practicing.

“Y/N.” Sunmi smiled at you.

“Unni!” Bella and Lin cheered, rising from their places on the couch.

You grinned at their boundless energy. Bella and Bolin were the same age, younger than you and Sunmi. You called them your “happy little flowers” and their room “the flower garden”, which they always laughed at.

“Hi, my lovely juniors. How are you~?” you giggled, taking a seat at the breakfast table.

“We have a break day today! Isn’t that great?” Bella wriggled into the seat adjacent from you while smiling wildly.

“We’re totally free Yeday!” Bolin cheered in her accented Korean, a bit of her native Chinese slipping through.

“Today, not “yeday”, Bolin. Good job though, you’re improving very well,” Sunmi’s calm voice entered your conversation. “Also, we’re not totally free. We just get to spend the day in the dorm.”

“Why do you have to ruin my thunder?” Bella whined, pouting her lips and her infamous “aegyo” face that many a show host melted for.

“That’s reality, sweetie,” you smiled at Bella.

The four of you chatted over the table, drinking tea and coffee as the noon sun began to peak through the floor-to-ceiling windows of your dorm. You all began to gradually migrate to the couch area, your group’s favorite place to hang-out and chat when resting.

“Wah, look at them!”

At Bella’s shout, you craned your head to look at the television monitor and saw the rerun of Music Bank flashing on screen. This part, however, displayed the famous NCT U members dancing to their latest hit song.

At the lead of the dance was a handsome man in light blond hair.

Lee Taeyong.

This was his first time performing on stage in a year, and he looked like he came back better than ever. He looked so fierce, his sharp features dominating everyone’s attention including yours. His moves were so sharp and clean that you couldn’t help but be mesmerized.

You vaguely remembered the news when he first broke his leg at the concert a year ago. Back then, you felt a huge amount of pity but also a huge amount of annoyance, as his injury caused a media frenzy that overshadowed your debut. NCT had been on top of the world then. The SM group broke records in Japan, China, and Korea and had been reaching into the European and South American markets successfully due to a flood of show appearances and concerts. While you never thought the whole world-domination thing would work, NCT seemed like they were well on their way to make it happen.

They still were on top of the world. NCT was now a household name all around the globe, but they had lost their shining star for a good while.

“NCT Taeyong? Yeah, he may be handsome and all, I just… have a bad feeling about him. Not an auspicious guy,” Sunmi murmured, looking suspiciously at the screen.

Bolin snorted. “You sound like my grandma who lives in the province. “Oh, you have such a lucky nose Bolin-ah!”” she mimicked her grandmother, hunching over for the effect.

Bella and you burst into laughter, almost knocking over your drinks in the process.

Still, you couldn’t get his face out of your mind. Watching, staring, boring…

…into your soul.

Taeyong stumbled into the bathroom at 3 AM, shaking greatly and noisily opened the bathroom cabinet. He slammed the orange bottle onto the sink top and the sound of rattling pills filled the bathroom.

OXYCONTIN

Pain Killer Medication

Prescribed for LEE TAEYONG

1 PILL PER DAY

Well, it’s his third today.

Taeyong knocked back the pill with a glass of water, sitting on the ground with his head in hands until the shaking went away. Grimacing, he slowly got up on weak legs, supporting himself on the sink as he stared into his reflection.

The unnatural sharpness. The gaunt hollows of his cheeks. The deep dark circles. The blood-shot eyes.

The face of handsome, living death stared back at him in the mirror. He couldn’t even remember how he looked like a year ago, when he was fresh-faced and healthy.

Ever since the accident happened.

Since that day, everything was ruined. His fans, NCTzens, his favorite people in the world and the people keeping him going— he couldn’t even see them because of the damned injury. He couldn’t perform, couldn’t sing, couldn’t dance— all he could do was sit in his parent’s house, watching the videos of his members enjoying life while he hoped and prayed this injury wouldn’t put him out of commission for life.

Even when he could perform with them on the last leg of the tour, he was on a chair. Helpless. Unable to perform. Invalid.

The pain medication the doctor prescribed helped. It shut away his pain, physical and mental, and let him feel alive again. He felt like he was performing, singing, and fucking just in one pill. Slowly, his dosage decreased and he felt helpless, resorting to lying about his pain to the doctor to get those fucking pills.

And it turned him into this. A reflection of what he had been in the past. Fuck, how had it gotten this far? He hadn’t even looked this gaunt and pale during Boss and Baby Don’t Stop. He couldn’t even face his members without them looking at him like he was to be pitied. Like an injured animal, they had to take care of him instead of him taking care of them.

He padded quietly down the hall, trying not to wake any of the tired, sleeping members from yesterday’s music show. He creaked open the door to his and Johnny’s room, sighing quietly in relief as he realized Johnny was fast asleep and snoring. The only sounds heard was the puffs of the air humidifier in the room and the regular sounds of urban life.

Settling onto his bed, reaching for his handphone. The artificial light lit up the room before he hurriedly turned it down until it only cast a slight glow on his face.

Taeyong scrolled through the hundreds of pictures he had saved of you, whether it be from performances to press releases and more. It was like he didn’t feel the burning and incessant call of the pills in a tiny orange bottle whenever he focused on solely you, lost in your smile and in your eyes. He smiled softly at your simple pre-debut photos, and smirked when he saw the HD fan photos of you from your latest concert. God, you looked like an ethereal dream from his high. A goddess descending from the heavens. His Helen to his Paris.

“You need to lose weight, seriously. At this rate, you’ll be obese in a few months!”

You gaze turned downwards at the scolding voice of your manager, whom had been staring back at your reflection in the waiting room mirror.

“Yes, Mrs. Kim,” you sighed.

“I saw you stand next to Twice’s Tzuyu at the Hallyu Wave Concert and you looked like a short, fat, rat next to her! Do you know how embarrassing that is? To the company? To the members? Aish, really, you’re so plump I can barely look at you!”

You bit your lip and tried not to let tears leak out your eyes. You knew that if she were able to see your tears, she would yell at you for ruining the makeup on your face. God, why did she have to be so mean to you?

This was not even the tip of the iceberg. Much more degrading insults have been spit out her mouth when she was first assigned your manager. She has ripped into every single fibre of your being, degrading your looks, your singing, your dancing. “Are you even worth being the main vocal? The trash collectors sing better than you!” to “Fuck, you’re so dumb. Dumber than those retarded kids.” She was… horrible, to describe in one word.

Mrs. Kim was an idol from the nineties, and was picked as your rookie group’s manager solely on her experience in the entertainment industry. Even staring at her while she was making some calls, you could see the faint shadows of beauty to her aging face.

You slowly slipped out of the room, trying to get away from red-faced and ranting Mrs. Kim. You finally did, and when she saw you escape, Mrs. Kim yelled after you even louder but was unable to chase after since you were already in the hallway. She didn’t make want to make a scene, afterall.

Shivering in the cold of the hallway, you rubbed your arms up and down and cursed your groups’ stylist. Damn her for putting you in a dress with only spaghetti-straps on your bare shoulders. Even though it was summer, South Korea had an obsession with keeping cool and often overran the poor air conditioning unit.

You tottered around in your block heels until you rounded a corner and practically crashed into a warm chest. Toned and muscled arms wrapped around you to keep you from falling down

“Oh, I’m so sorry! Are you alright—”

You tilted your face up to the man’s impressive height, and instantly took a step back.

Shownu from Monsta X.

His sculpted face smiled down at you, a smirking curve to his plump lips.

“Yeah, I am. After running into you, how could I not?” he laughed, the rumble of his chest vibrating against your hand.

Well, at least your were no longer cold now. In fact, you were burning with embarrassment.

Shownu was an idol that you knew everyone in the industry wanted. In bed.

You’ve met love-struck girls on these shows, giggling after him as they passed by in the hallway. It was because of his handsome and manly looking face, a fresh departure from the flower boy visuals every one else had. God, his body was an attraction on its own— a broad, chiseled chest, narrow waist, and muscled legs that went on for longer. It’s been a few years since he debuted, but now, Shonwu was the kind of sex symbol even 2PM had trouble rivaling.

You stepped back even further and gave him a low bow.

“I’m so sorry! Please forgive me, sunbaenim,” you repeated, face burning in embarrassment.

“Nah, sweetie, you don’t have to do that. It hurts to see such a pretty girl bow so low,” he soothed, his face smooth even though there was a tint of mortification.

Probably because he didn’t want to be seen with a rookie girl like you. Ugly, talentless–

“It’s really my fault, I just was jogging without looking where I was going. And uh, sorry but I didn’t catch your name?”

“Oh, um, Y/N. Thank you. Excuse me—” you avoided his piercing eyes and tried to step past him, but, to no avail, he placed his bulky body in your path.

“Hey, do you wanna take a walk with me?” He said casually, like he wasn’t practically leaning over you like a shadow. So suddenly? you thought.

“Um, I really better get going— “ you stuttered, trying to get out of the situation. Shownu was nice and all but you didn’t fancy going alone with one of the biggest sex symbols of the industry.

“Please, I insist.”

Well, that’s how you found yourself wandering around backstage with Monsta X’s Shownu. You could barely stop staring at him in his half-open black shirt, tight, ripped jeans, and pointed shoes.

“So… uh… I heard the shouting,” Shownu mumbled and turned away, scratching his head.

Your brows furrowed in confusion until they relaxed in realization. Shit, if someone found out about this…

“I also heard the, em… insults.”

You cringed and turned away, rubbing your arms in comfort.

“Uh, it’s nothing. I just did something wrong and she just got a little heated with her scolding,” you lied.

Shownu stops in the middle of the hallway, hands on his hips.

“Does she usually do this?” he asked, his voice raising in anger.

You waved your hands in front of you. “N-No, she just was… in a bad mood today,” you winced; even your voice sounded weak in your ears.

Shownu seemed to catch on it too, his hackles rising. His breathing seemed to get heavier as his broad shoulders went up and down harshly.

“Y/N, this isn’t good. You can’t excuse her behavior— look, I know I just met you and it may seem weird that I’m getting kinda angry over this, but it’s disgusting! Especially to someone like you? It’s unforgivable.” He shook his head, his knuckles under fingerless gloves tightening.

“You’re very kind—solicitous, too— but I am perfectly fine,” you said firmly, resolve clear in your face. You couldn’t stir up any trouble whatsoever. You just won your first show award and the hype around your group has increased, but the public wouldn’t hesitate to crucify you for any transgressions, real or not.

He studied your face carefully, as if he were searching for any sign of cracking or weakness.

Finding nothing, Shownu sighed heavily.

“Well, if it ever gets out of hand, I’m here, Y/N,” he relented grimly. He placed a large hand on your shoulder in comfort and you smiled reluctantly, thankful someone has your back.

In the shadows, a blond-haired man watched the bulky man lay his hand upon the small girl’s shoulder, his clenched fists shaking in anger.

Taeyong darted across the street in the night, dressed in charcoal black to blend in with the shadows. He lifted his black hood over his baseball cap, and tugged his mask tighter over his face. He could not be seen at any cost.

After weaving through the rambling streets of Seoul, he stopped in front of a non-descript apartment complex. He checked his phone and verified this was the right address, before walking to the back of the building.

He had a mission to accomplish.

Taeyong carefully stepped through the trees and clambered up the high stone wall dividing the street from the building’s backyard. He landed with a soft thud and he cringed, hoping the creaking of the wood wouldn’t give him away to the people residing inside this particular unit.

Taeyong saw the soft glow of lights from the floor-to-ceiling windows of FEM’s dormitory and cheered, thanking god that someone was home. He checked the forum for FEM sasaengs, for god’s sake. The calendar said that Sunmi, Bella, and Bolin were out recording for a radio show while you stayed in the dorm to recover your voice, as you had lost it by overusing it a few days ago.

He had planned for this moment days in advance. He had to needle your address from a staff member from your company, and had to ensure that his schedule was clear too.

The red-haired man crept nearer to the glass, peaking hesitantly around the corner. However, when he did, he saw the most beautiful sight in his life.

You were humming as you sat at your vanity, rubbing several creams and lotions on your face. You were still beautiful bare-faced, in Taeyong’s eyes, even more beautiful than made up in makeup and shadows. His eyes hungrily drank in your bared skin as you were just wearing a thin tank-top and underwear.

Finished doing your night-care routine, you got up from the vanity you and Sunmi shared. You grabbed the lotion sitting on your cabinet and proceeded to hoist one leg up on the bed.

Taeyong nearly creamed himself at the sight of your beautiful legs bared to his vision, your core only covered by a frilly underwear piece. You proceeded to pump some lotion onto your hand and rub it down your legs.

The blond-haired spectator fumbled for his phone in his pocket and pressed record, tilting his camera at the perfect angle to record your half-naked figure.

Your hands got closer and closer to the crevice of your thighs and Taeyong rubbed his hardening erection through his jeans. He bit his lip as the tips of your fingers brushed the edges of your panties, and he nearly dropped his phone when he saw the tips of your nipples jutting through your thin t-shirt.

Taeyong followed the line of your body as you stretched and proceeded to dim the lights. Your half-naked figure flopped onto bed then curled up in the sheets. The boy idol ended the recording and walked carefully closer to your side of the window. He grunted softly at his erection nearly bursting out of his jeans, making it uncomfortable to walk.

He snapped a few pictures of you sleeping, your bared backside clad only in frilly underwear. God, he imagined grasping that full ass as you rode him, you covering your mouth so your moans wouldn’t escape and eyes closed in utter rapture.

Was it wrong to dream such lewd things about someone who just turned twenty?

You were jogging around the Han River extremely early in the morning. Your manager had woken you up from your sleep and forced you to go running, yelling insults at you as you ran out the house.

Biting your lip, you tried not to cry when you remembered the way Mrs. Kim had called you a fat, dumb pig over and over this morning. The members couldn’t even hear her insulting you because it was so early in the morning and no one was awake.

You were on your third mile and already breathing hard. There was an already painful stitch in your side that had developed around the two and a half mile mark and sweat dripped uncomfortably down your back.

You gritted your teeth and kept on running, determined to show Mrs. Kim you weren’t a pig. Nor were you dumb or untalented.

Besides being a devil of a woman, your manager had unfortunately woken you up from one of the most pleasant dreams of your life.

It was filled with vibrant colors and happiness, pleasure and bright lights. The only concrete things you could remember were dark, dark eyes and pink, pretty lips pulled up into a smirk.

You had been feeling antsy these past few days ever since you felt like you were being watched at night. You grew more paranoid, looking out the window frequently and checking your back. Curiously, you also grew restless, as in… unfulfilled. Something in you felt restless while your underwear was always soaked. What was happening? Did adults usually experience this?

So caught up in your thoughts you ran into someone standing by a pier. You gasped a little as you fell flat onto your butt.

You rubbed your head, which was smarting from the impact into someone’s broad shoulders.

“Miss? Are you okay?”

You opened your eyes to see those black eyes from your dreams, hidden behind a white baseball cap. Your eyes were drawn to those pretty pink lips from your dreams, which were bared from his pulled down mask.

“L-Lee Taeyong- sunbaenim?!” you stuttered nervously, curling into yourself. God, you probably looked like a glazed donut with how sweaty and unkept you were.

His eyes widened in surprise. “Y/N-ssi?”

“What are y-you doing here?” you asked, still in shock at his presence. He was the face that brought you all those bright lights and vibrant colors in your dream.

He chuckled slightly, the dark sound rumbling in his chest. He offered a hand, smiling slightly at you.

“Why don’t I help you off the ground first? It seems rather uncomfortable down there.”

Ah, so this was the gentleman people told you that was Taeyong.

You took his proffered hand and he helped lift yourself up. You saw his toned arms quite well, as he was wearing one of his classic sleeveless tank-tops. His veins and muscles bulged slightly with the effort and you decided to focus on that rather than the handsome man’s face.

The pair of you stared at each other in silence, drinking in each other’s features.

Taeyong watched as horror crept over your face until you bowed deeply.

“I’m so sorry! I forgot to greet you, sunbaenim—”

Taeyong grasped your shoulder until he could see your sparkling eyes.

“It’s alright, it’s alright. Just call me Taeyong-ssi, is that okay with you?”

You nodded, your flushed face and gleam of sweat reminding him of something else—

“So, what are you doing out here so early in the morning?” you asked, averting your eyes from his gaze.

“Oh, uh, just walking. I love the morning, y’know?”

Gradually the two of you struck up a conversation while walking next to the Han river. He really was kind and easy-going, which surprised you greatly. You thought he was a cold man, but he got rid of that notion as he made you laugh.

During your walk, Taeyong suddenly hissed in pain and held his leg.

“Taeyong-ssi? Are you alright?” you asked in panic, holding arm unwittingly.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” Taeyong grunted out.

“Are you sure?” you questioned, looking at Taeyong holding his leg gingerly.

“Yeah, it just the leg. I don’t know if you know, but I had a stage… accident a year ago. Broke my leg, put me out of commission for our group’s tour. It’s just probably one of the pain echoes my doctor told me would occasionally flare up since I was so active after the injury.”

“Oh my god, that’s horrible! I’m so sorry,” you said, genuinely feeling bad for the handsome idol. You imagined him performing when one of those pain flashes hit, and he had to grit through the pain and perform.

Taeyong smiled at you until he rose up, standing closely beside you as you kept walking.

“Well, enough about me. Was there something specific that brought you out here on such an early morning?”

Your bright smiled dimmed, and Taeyong noticed it immediately.

“Just wanted to exercise, that’s all,” you murmured in a soft voice.

He’s watched you enough in videos to know you were lying, and that made him worried. Taeyong lifted up your chin with his pointer finger until you were forced to look at him directly.

“Hey, hey, is something wrong? You can tell me, you know,” he whispered lowly, looking at you with so much care and compassion in his eyes you almost melted in his hand.

You then remembered the words of your mentors when his thumb started to stroke you lips. “Be careful of those predator idols, alright? There’s many male idols that like to prey on young, rookie idols like you.”

You stepped slightly backward, eyes wide. “Are you one of those predator idols my teacher told me about? Because please, don’t touch me.”

His eyes widened slightly until he burst into laughter. You watched in confusion as he cracked up, holding his waist with how hard he was laughing.

“No, I’m not. I promise. I can tell you some idols from my company that are like that, but I promise you, I’m not.”

You pouted suspiciously at him until he smiled disarmingly at you, and you relented.

“Alright.”

A brief silence ensued until Taeyong spoke up. “But seriously Y/N, what’s wrong? You seem… really troubled.”

An inner war raged inside you for a few minutes until you turned to him.

“I’m exercising because I’m fat,” you told him, hugging yourself in comfort.

“Wait, what?” Taeyong exclaimed.

“Yeah. I just… well someone told me I needed to lose some weight so,” you waved your hands helplessly, “here I am.”

Taeyong never felt so furious in his life. Who would dare insult this goddess? Y/N was perfection, she was better than anyone he’s ever known.

“What the hell? Y/N, I can confidently tell you that you are one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever met and I’m from SM, for god’s sake. You are gorgeous, okay? Don’t let anyone ruin that for you,” Taeyong exclaimed, struggling to keep his boiling hot temper in check.

You sighed. “It doesn’t even matter if I’m pretty. I’m kind of dumb too, and I can barely sing.”

Taeyong was one word away from snapping and murdering whoever planted these thoughts in your head. What kind of bullshit was this? Y/N was the kind of person who deserved to be always smiling and laughing, not wallowing in self doubt. His fingers clenched in the pocket of his windbreaker.

“Look, whoever told you this bullshit is lying out of their ass, okay? You are not dumb, and you can sing. I’ve only known you for a little while but I know you are intelligent, even just talking to you for a bit. Plus, you’re the main vocal for a reason. You can outsing most of these female rookies these days. Seriously, fuck the person who told you this crap,” Taeyong seethed.

You saw how angry he looked and warmth filled your being. Was he really this mad on behalf for you?

You touched his arm, and he settled down a bit. You looked at the deep, dark eyes you thought you feared and smiled widely. Taeyong thought you looked beautiful, smiling a real smile unlike the ones you plastered onto your face during those variety shows.

“Thank you... oppa.”

Taeyong never felt so aroused and in awe time at the same in his life.

Fuck. You had messed up big time.

Your voice had cracked, in the middle of your fucking high note on stage during the live recording. Holy crap, you were in for a world of trouble when you got back to the dressing room.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you mumbled, striding across the hallways.

“Y/N?”

Shownu, in his manly glory, stood in front of you with his face a mask of utter concern.

“S-Sunbaenim.”

“It’s just oppa to you, alright?” he smiled.

Oppa. Even saying that in your mind felt wrong.

“Is it not a bit unprofessional? We hardly know each other,” you asked cautiously, trying not to cross any boundaries. Sometimes, you hated this culture of having to be so respectful to your elders to the point of self-degradation.

His smile fell. “O-Oh, that’s fine. If that’s more comfortable for you.”

You kind of felt guilty at the forlorn expression on his face, but even so, it just felt wrong.

“Well, anyway, you did great on stage,” Shownu offered.

You snorted in disbelief before covering your mouth, horrified at your lack of grace and respect.

“I… was not satisfactory at all. I have to work harder.”

“What’s wrong? I saw you dancing. You and your group did amazing.”

“Sunbaenim, my voice cracked. During my solo part. In the climax.”

He was speechless for a moment, unable to respond to that. Shownu quickly recovered, a disarming smile back in place on his chiseled face.

“I, well, that’s unfortunate. However, you’re just a rookie– you have a lot of time to improve!”

You bit your tongue to stop yourself from arguing him. He debuted once, he knows what it’s like for rookie idols. Even now, the standard is so high for rookies to be perfect in looks, dancing, and singing. It was unreasonable, but the business was harsh; that’s what it was.

“Thank you, sunbaenim.” You bowed to him politely.

He bowed in return and almost turned to leave until it looked like he remembered something.

“Wait, is your manager still doing… you know?”

You bit your lip, desperately trying to find a way out of this.

“Ah! Look at the time. The stylist told me she needs to, um, retouch something! Yeah, so I better get going. Bye!”

You quickly fled before you could see the intrigued expression on the handsome man’s face. Running reluctantly to your group’s dressing room, you hesitantly opened the door and entered.

“Yah, what the hell was that?!”

There she was again, in her full resentful glory. Mrs. Kim.

You sighed, rubbing your temples as you took off your heels. Reaching up to loosen the velvet pussy-bow tie that was suffocating you, you slumped back into a chair while the other members were… what were they doing? Practicing?

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Kim,” you offered weakly, hoping to end this scolding soon because you felt like you were about to fall asleep any minute.

“Sorry? Sorry?! That’s all you can say for yourself for that, that travesty you dishonored the company with on stage?!” Mrs. Kim yelled, slamming the door and getting up in your face. You could see the stress lines in her forehead and the remains of her old beauty, her youthful beauty turned into this old hag.

“I- It was a mistake,” you stuttered, folding your hands in your lap and turning your gaze downwards.

“Your voice fucking cracked on stage— what the fuck? I thought you were our main vocalist for a reason! We should just replace you with a dying pig and no one would notice!”

Mrs. Kim went on to pace angrily throughout the small dressing room, releasing a barrage of insults while throwing things around. She got red-faced and puffy, violent, ranting how you were an utter disgrace and you were a slut who couldn’t even sing.

“ — hope you realize the gravity of your actions today! Why, if I were you—”

“But you’re not,” you whispered, feeling a strange energy in you.

Mrs. Kim paused in her furious pacing, and turned to your folding chair.

“What did you say to me, you pig?!” She hissed, getting all up in your face again.

“Are you deaf? I said, “I said “But you’re not”, Mrs. Kim,” you sullenly glare up at her.

“I’m going to kill you—”

You suddenly push back your chair, the poor folding chair sliding back harshly until it banged into a makeup desk.

“Wake up, Mrs. Kim. You will never be me, nor can you ever be me,” you gritted out, suddenly towering over her until she had to step back.

“You don’t know shit, you’re a failed idol. You had one hit-- a dance hall song!-- and that was it, until your fame and beauty faded out and then you were forgotten in the eyes of the public.”

You crossed your arms as she seemed conflicted, a mixture of rage and anger and wounded pride glimmering hatefully in her beady black eyes.

“How can you even criticize me when you didn’t even sing? Dance well? You couldn’t do anything as a MGirls member, not even perform.”

“Then, when all of it was gone, you asked yourself many times, “why am I working at the gas station? I was an idol”, until you started blaming the world.”

You felt invincible. You saw Taeyong smiling and getting angry on your behalf and his lips and color and vibrancy— it was like something physical inside you snapped and released all your anger on your manager.

“It’s their fault I’m barely making money, it’s their fault I can’t perform well, it’s their fault that I’m not loved or payed attention anymore— until you finally met someone that you could vent your anger out onto: me.”

“But wake the fuck up Mrs. Kim. You can not and never will be what I am. Don’t be jealous that I’m living the life you always wanted,” you spat in her face.

Uncharacteristically, she went silent for a moment. The perpetually deep lines on her face softened and made her look much nicer, much motherly. Mrs. Kim was truly unreadable and you couldn’t tell what she was thinking at all.

The edges of your lips lifted.

Suddenly, pain bloomed in your cheek as your head was slapped to the side. Her slap hurt so badly that the site of impact felt numb and you lifted your hands, rubbing your probably red cheek.

You didn’t have to time to recover as she reared back her fist with an expression of utter rage, her lips pulled up in a ferocious sneer as her beady eyes looked like they wanted to pierce you.

The blow hurt stung the crown of your head and you cried out, but Mrs. Kim quickly wrenched your long hair and pulled. Your mouth opened to scream, but her other fist gripped your jaw so tightly it felt like she wanted to crush it with her manicured hands.

“You bitch,” your irate manager snarled, as she spit in your face.

Her foot delivered a punishing blow to your exposed midriff, and the air was taken out of you as you fell back onto the ground. You tried to curl into a fetal position as she pulled her leg back again and again to hurt you, punish you as her embarrassment and rage against the world culminated in a tiny dressing room backstage of a music broadcast.

The world was spinning as she forced your face to look up at her, while you were lying, wounded, on the ground. In your blurry vision, even you could see the psychotic and deranged smile on her face as she knelt beside you.

“Thank god we’re done recording,” she said, and then the world went black.

Taeyong was roaming around the halls of backstage, unable to stay in the dressing room with the members awkward and nervous atmosphere. He wasn’t a fucking stranger, for fuck’s sake but they acted like he was a new member in the group. Taeyong gritted his teeth and his jaw went taut as he remembered when they thought he wasn’t looking, they sent him pitying glances and sighs of sadness.

Taeyong inconspicuously grabbed some pills from his bag and burst out the door, unable to handle the stifling environment. He fully intended to take the two white tablets in his hand in some kind of isolated place, but first, had to remember where all the good places were.

He remembered the first time roaming these halls and meeting his sunbaes, incredibly in awe of their confident yet polite demeanors. Now he was the sundae, as groups younger than him and new rookies nearly tripped over themselves to bow and greet him. They looked at him in awe, “Korea’s Visual Treasure” as nicknamed by Vogue, while not looking discreetly at his formerly broken leg to see if he was limping or something like that.

And as always, his thoughts drifted back to Y/N. His smile turned utterly lovesick and infatuated when he thought of seeing you when you were a rookie, in your demure pink tennis skirt and fucking stockings. The ones that ended at mid-thigh and was held up by garters, the ones that every senior boy group jacked off to every night.

He fingered the thin slip of lace in his front pocket, rubbing it between his fingers in tandem with his heeled boots clicking on the ground.

What were they?

Why, they were your panties, of course.

What else would it be? Whose else would it be?

Taeyong lovesick grin was luckily not seen by anyone as they curled up in a delirious edge. They were hard to attain, as was everything related to you was. He had gone through several parties to find your dorm’s housecleaner, a young girl that was easily bribed into taking a pair of panties and some of your tank tops from your drawers. His love for you knew no bounds, nothing as silly as the law and the right to privacy would stop him.

But then, he remembered that guy.

Shownu.

That son of a bitch touching Y/N, looking so concerned when he was basically on top of her. Taeyong saw the intentions in his eyes, the way he undressed you with his mind and the way they roamed over your figure.

He was going to kill him, one day, he swore. Maybe chop off an important part or something so Shownu could never lay a damned finger on your holiness.

His phone buzzed. As he looked at his phone, he realized it was nearing prep time and grimaced. He looked for a door leading downstairs, vaguely recognizing the hallway as the fifth floor. Taeyong opened the door to what he thought was the stairwell, and instead realized it was a storage closet.

The blond-haired man was about to shut the door until he saw the hall lights striking upon something shimmery and he stepped forward to take a better look.

It seemed to be from some kind of fake clothing gem, attacked to the middle of a pussy bow. His eyes followed the shape of the pussy bow to the top, followed the new line of something vaguely human and soft and when he opened the door a tiny bit more to see better, his heart leapt into his throat.

It was you.

Taeyong saw you, the girl of his dreams and nightmares, spread across the dirty tiles of the storage closet like a doll whose strings had been cut. Even in the dark and with red and purple bruises blooming like flowers onto your skin you were still enticing.

His panic gave way to unwanted lust, his addiction to this girl coming back in full force when she was right in front of him like she was delivered there. He bit his lip as genuine care and concern battled the shameless wantonness that arose when he saw the tantalizing peaks of your breasts through the white shirt. Your skirt had splayed haphazardly across your legs, revealing inch by inch the delicious skin leading to your core until his vision was impeded by black safety shorts. Taeyong’s hungry eyes made out the shape of your mound through the spandex and dropped to his knees, so overcome by care and lust that his weak body could barely contain the sensations.

His vision swam until it focused back on you, where the dark lights illuminated your body like a halo. He crawled on his hands and knees, the package between his thighs physically throbbing in need, while he came closer to your prone body.

He raised a tentative hand to touch your glowing skin until his right mind screamed at him to stop, that this was immoral and dishonorable but the pill he took 15 minutes ago egged him on to go on. The hand that had paused in the air resumed its descent onto your body, landing softly onto your knee.

Taeyong held his breath as he softly stroked the skin of your knee, and when you didn’t show any signs of waking up he got braver. His whole palm rested on your played out leg, tracing over the bruises with tenderness. His hand seemed to wander down to his trousers on its own, palming his cock in his cupped hand roughly until he was dry-humping his own hand. He closed his shadowed eyes shamefully, blocking out the shear embarrassment of the situation.

Taeyong heard a small moan of pain then jerked his hands away from his half-stained trousers when he saw your petal lips open slightly.

The first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was darkness and the silhouette of a person stood against the cracked light of a doorway,

Then you registered the burning pain all over body, mainly on your stomach and back. A pained scream left your lips as you curled deeper into yourself, trying to escape the bone-deep ache of the injuries.

“Shhh, shhh,” the silhouette whispered as the presence settled beside you, a man’s almost painful heat pressing into your skin like a brand.

He started stroking you back and you unconsciously leaned into his heat, wanting his all-consuming warmth to burn away the aches and pains that you body was composed of until you snapped back into reality.

You jerked away suddenly from the man and his touches, backing away frantically until your back painfully banged into a metal shelving unit.

Your mouth opened to scream but it was blocked by a hand, his hand, and it clamped over your mouth so that it muffled your panicked noises.

“Wait, shit, hold on—“

The dingy light of the supply closet flicked on and the cold light threw everything into relief. Your thrashing ceased as you saw those haunting eyes staring right at you, so uncomfortably close you didn’t know how to react.

Taeyong-sunbaenim kneeled in front of you, the gaunt hollows of his face deepened even further by the light of the one light bulb hanging above you.

As he saw you were not protesting anymore, he carefully removed his hand and leaned back, sitting on the floor in front of you.

An awkward silence enveloped both of you until you caught sight of your bruised arms and legs and you yelped, frantically trying to cover the evidence of your weakness from one of the most handsome and captivating individuals you’ve ever met.

The most handsome and captivating individual.

Ever.

“Hey, hey, no, it’s alright you don’t need to hide it from me,” Taeyong urged, extending his hands as if to help.

Please don’t, he begged silently. Don’t hide yourself from me. Don’t deny me your perfection.

You curled further into you self and buried your face into folded knees, hardly looking at him. You struggled not to burst out in tears, whether it be from the furious beating you received or the embarrassment you did not know, but they still bubbled up.

More silence preceded until he broke it.

“What happened?” he whispered tenaciously.

“…me,” you whispered back.

You heard a small huff of air when a pair of arms wrapped around your trembling body.

“It was that person, huh?”

You bit your lip and nodded into his broad and strong shoulders, feeling tired and drained all the sudden. It was like his touch had sucked away all your anxiousness and worries, just leaving you and him and nothing else.

“Y/N?”

“Oppa,” you mumbled. You didn’t hear the sharp intake of breath as you continued. “Oppa, she beat me up.”

“Who’s she, baby girl?” he urged, but you still didn’t hear the dangerous edge to his deep voice,

“M-my manager,” you said almost silently.

Somehow, he must have heard you or felt your lips move against his shoulder because he tensed up and his grip on you tightened.

“You’re fucking manager did this? She beat you up? Called you fat? Dumb?”

Even though you didn’t answer as a wave of brutal pain passed over you, he understood.

“I’m going to rip the throat out of that motherfucking whore—“ he hissed as he motioned to get up until your small hands tightened on his shoulders.

“...Please, don’t leave me. Please,” you cried, clinging tightly to him.

Taeyong looked down at your face, knew that you were delusional with pain and probably wanted anyone to hold you, but he couldn’t resist your red eyes and trembling lips…

His shoulders untended and he carefully sat back on the ground, pulling you into his lap. You straddled his lap while you sobbed into his silk stage shirt in total pain.

Totally forgetting his prep and the pills he was supposed to take in his pocket, all of his intense focus was on you. After this small taste of your gift, he knew he would never be able to live without it again.

He just couldn’t.

You looked out the window of the private clinic, deep in the neighborhoods of Seoul. IV’s and various cords were hooked up to your arms as you shifted against the cotton material of your hospital dress.

A sigh escaped your lips when you saw the piles of bandages wrapped around your legs, reminding you of an embalmed body from Egypt or South America.

Wonderful thoughts.

The door creaked open as the nurse click-clacked in, a polite smile on her face.

“I’ll be rewrapping the bandages again, is that alright?”

“Y-yes,” you croaked out, immediately reaching out for the glass of water beside you.

Your eyes began to get entranced by the repetitive actions of the nurse as she unwrapped and wrapped, snipped and snapped.

When you turned to look around the room, you could see the nurse out of your periphery looking piteously at your bruises. That summed up most of the reaction of the clinic when you limped in with Taeyong. They quickly and quietly admitted you in, and when finally asking the origin of the injuries, you had lied. You had told them you fell in the gym while Taeyong thrummed in anger beside you and the doctor scribbled in the false information. They even knew for sure that you were beaten up when they examined your wounds, but they pretended not to know and put you to bed.

“There, that’s all better,” she smiled softly.

Just as she was about to walk out the door, she seemed to remember something.

“Oh, also, someone left you a get-well gift. I’ll get it.”

Soon your hands arms were full of a fluffy pink teddy bear, it’s beaded eyes and stitched-on smile beaming dopily up at you. A sky-blue ribbon was wrapped around its neck, and you shifted the bear like it was a baby to read the note attached to it.

“Get better soon, my lovely junior. -Oppa :)”

Your lips parted slightly in shock as you stared at the beautiful present, not believing the larger-than-life Global Idol Lee Taeyong would send you a get better gift. Or let you cry on his shoulder. Or accompany you to the hospital. Wow.

The door to your room opened once again, but it was not the nurse that walked through, but the main doctor.

“Y/N-ssi, it’s nice to see you looking better.”

He sat down in a chair beside your bed and pulled out an important looking binder, emblazoned with words that disappeared too fast for you to read as he opened it.

“Y/N-ssi, I want to talk to you about your injuries.”

You automatically grimaced and your hands clasped your arms, hugging yourself.

“We all know you were physically hit in some kind of fashion.” he continued, maintaining eye contact with you.

“We also wanted to know if you wanted to file a police report.”

“No!” you automatically rejected. First, it was because of the embarrassment, but then it was the fact that you were an idol and you weren’t supposed to get into these kind of situations. Plus, who would believe you anyway?

“Well, alright, if that’s what you think is best for you—”

Suddenly, the door to the room burst open and you spot Sunmi panting.

“Sunmi?” you asked, perplexed. The doctor in front of you could only stare in utter confusion.

“Y/N,” she wheezed. “It’s manager Mrs. Kim.”

“She’s in the ER— injured.”

“Sunbaenim?” you asked through the phone, voice muffled from crying.

“Y/N? Is everything alright? Also, it’s oppa,” Taeyong urgently replied. As usual, his deep timbre sent shivers down your spine even through a phone line.

“C-can you come here? I’m so sorry, I know that if you can’t, it’s alright, it’s just—” you rambled in embarrassment, ashamed of having to ask for help.

“Y-yeah, it’s alright, I’ll be there soon, okay? Stay put for oppa.”

The line goes dead and you stare out the window of your dorm room blankly. No one was in the dorm right now, all visiting Mrs. Kim in the hospital while the company ordered you on bedrest.

You weren’t exactly rioting.

After dropping the huge bombshell on you, Sunmi tried to get you out of the room but the doctor had refused, stating you had to rest at least a week to go back outside. Sunmi sullenly relented while you hadn’t protested at all from the side.

Bits and pieces of information filtered back to you in your hospital bed. Mrs. Kim was currently in the hospital in a medically-induced coma after she was found 11 stories down from her apartment roof, splayed out on the road. She was barely breathing when the EMT reached her.

The doctors had stated they were unsure if there was foul play involved, since Mrs.Kim had shown an increasingly frayed psyche in the past few months. However, there was evidence she was pushed off the roof since her injuries showed signs of fighting.

You didn’t know what to think.

At this time, you heard the doorbell ring and you jumped up from the bed, almost tripping as you tried to get to the front door. The cold air conditioner breeze brushed your thighs and you were suddenly reminded you were half naked, only clad in a gigantic t-shirt and panties.

A blush rose up on your cheeks as you fumbled to find some shorts. Can you imagine what would’ve happened if you faced the mighty Lee Taeyong clad only in an oversized shirt and tighty-whities?

After pulling on a pair of shorts, you pulled open the door to find the slender figure of Lee Taeyong dominating the entryway. He was sporting just a regular white t-shirt and black skinny jeans, although not without shades and a medical mask. Taeyong looked like every manhwa fantasy school girls had, the picture perfect image of a bad boy on the regular.

You hurriedly pulled him in, looking around the hall to see if there were any nosy neighbors but finding none, you closed the wooden door.

Suddenly, he was too close to you. Your head was close to his chest and you smelled his expensive cologne and something that was just him, something that broke through your willpower and insisted you just stand there and inhale all of him. A small “eep!” escaped your mouth at the unfamiliar distance between you and Taeyong.

“C-come in! Do you want anything to eat? Drink?” you stuttered, guiding him to the living room as he took off his expensive-looking sneakers.

“Nah, I’m alright,” he said, and plopped himself on a couch.

An awkward silence pervaded the area as you looked down in embarrassment and his eyes wandered all over the place. Oh god, he probably spotted the huge pile of dirty dishes in the sink. And the copious amount of junk food you and Bella had scattered on the counter.

“Well, uh, I’m sorry, but—”

“Hey, no, you can tell me everything, okay?” he rebutted, the perfect picture of concern.

You fidgeted again, inwardly hating yourself for being so weak and shy in the presence of Taeyong. He probably thought you were so weak rookie girl who couldn’t deal with shit.

“Well, I don’t know how to tell you anything if you can’t start. Trust me,” he beamed, leaning in closer to you.

So you started. You told him all about what happened (all though he had a glint in his eye when you told him your manager was in a coma) and what you were feeling, the guilt of being ecstatic that the person who helped make your career was now effectively a vegetable.

“Fuck, I don’t know what’s going to happen. The company doesn’t have any staff that could help with this mess, and we’re almost bankrupt for god’s sake, and adding to the fact that we have a new album repackage coming up? I literally have no idea what’s going to happen.”

You rub your temples and bury your face in your hands. Taeyong is pensive for a while until you can feel his weight shifting on the couch, scooting closer to you.

You feel his tentative hand grasp your shoulder and a cool hand grasp your chin.

“Hey, look at me,” he whispers soothingly. His hand moves down from your shoulder to your upper arm, rubbing soothing circles into your arm. “I honestly am no help to you. But, realistically, after looking at your debut, you’re on an upward spiral.”

You didn’t feel his fingers trembling on your skin as you were so enraptured by his eyes, deep dark depths that bored into like a drill.

“– you’ll get those brand deals, the concert invitations, just wait for it, ‘cause I know I did.”

The edges of his lips lifted in a small smirk as his hand trailed from your upper arm to your curled hands, grasping them softly and then with more pressure. Long, slim fingers folded over your own like a vice.

“I’m here, y’know?”

Your heartbeat rapidly as you closed the door to Taeyong, your whole body quaking in nervousness? Fear? Excitement? You had no idea anymore when it came to this man.

His fingers felt like they were still blazing fire over your skin, still leaving goosebumps in its wake. It was like those colors and feelings in that dream but in real life, splayed out in front of you.

You shakily padded back to your room, the cold air-conditioning brushing on your skin in a lacklustre reminder of Taeyong’s touches. You staggered onto your bed, collapsing into it and melting into the sheets.

Faux fur brushed against the side of your face, causing you to sneeze. You came face to face with the rather large teddy bear Taeyong sent you a few days ago, it’s black, beaded eyes staring right into your own as your curled around its stuffed body.

Funny, they looked like Taeyong’s, but had some kind of depth, like a camera lense or something…

You remembered his hands and his lips and his eyes as your hand unwittingly wandered down to your shorts, slipping beneath the waistband and fingering the lace of your panties. A small moan left your lips as your inner thigh nudged your teddy bear.

Everything felt hot as you slipped down your shorts and rolled over onto your belly, lying atop Taeyong’s gift. Your panty-clad hips undulated onto the bear as you hid your heated face into your pillow. It was so embarrassing to do something like this, god, this was so wanton. Who the hell humped their teddy bear?

The teddy bear’s fur tickled your thighs as you ground down more upon it, jolting energy into your whole body and making every hair stand on end. It was like the soft caress of a lover, the brushes of Taeyong’s hand that made you shiver in pleasure and at that the unusual feeling.

Your t-shirt rode up and up until it reached right under your breasts, and the mound of material annoyed you so much you took it off and threw it off to Sunmi’s general side of the room. Your bare breasts were sensitive to the fabrics underneath you, your nipples scraping your sheets over and over until they were erect.

“Oh, fuck,” you whispered, feeling the wet stain on your panties with your fingers.

Still, your hips ground more and more into the bear until your panties were so soaked through they were basically useless and you slipped them down your legs. You were completely naked now and clutching onto your bedsheets for dear life as you thighs clamped down upon the toy.

A delirious cry left your lips as your clit felt the tiny hairs of the fur brush once, twice upon your nether lips. You could only move faster, gritting your teeth at the unexplainable feelings that exploded inside of you. You felt like you were possessed, a slave, to your desire as your fingers slipped themselves inside your sopping wet hole.

You imagined they were Taeyong’s fingers sliding in and out of you while you were curled on his lap. Your face would be buried into his shoulder, involuntary tears slipping out as you ground against his slender appendages. You would feel his broad chest rumble with laughter, clutching you tighter as he thrusted harder and harder into your core.

His thumb would slowly sneak it’s way up to the bundle of nerves hidden under a hood of skin, and when he would suddenly press his thumb on it—

“Shit!”

Colors and flashes of light exploded in your tightly-closed eyes, your teeth biting into your lips with force. Your bare body seized in pleasure, contorting in all sorts of ways, unable to handle the pleasure. A flood of liquid left your pussy and it coated your thighs, the fur of the teddy bear clenched in between your legs. Tears leaked out of your eyes in sheer pleasure, and you pitifully ground your hips into the bear to prolong your orgasm.

You could only hear the sound of heavy breathing in your room and you rolled onto your back, staring at the stark-white ceiling above you. A glint from the periphery of your eye caused your head to turn.

Your mouth dropped open at the puddle of glistening liquid coating the teddy bear Taeyong had bought you, staining the fur a dark pink. God, what the hell had you done?

Embarrassment quickly took over you as you cleaned yourself up, putting the bear and your soaked panties in the washing machine. Everything cleaned up, you fell back into bed and turned off the lamp.

As you lied in bed, ready to sleep, one thought occurred to you.

How did Taeyong know your address?

A few miles away, in an state-of-the-art dance studio, a blond-haired man in a bathroom could only stare in shock at the image of Y/N’s breasts bouncing as she ground back on forth on something. When he got the daily notification of his private camera in the feed named “Baby Girl”, he rushed

However, he didn’t expect this.

This masterpiece of Y/N, her pretty pink lips parted and presumably giving way for moans. Her eyes were shut in pleasure as both of her hands clasped over her mouth, and Taeyong could see the angle of the camera shifting downward as she humped more and more.

He could see the fur of the bear and her core rolling over and over the belly, yet he couldn’t see her true treasure. Flashes of popped up occasionally as she rose up like a tidal wave but only to sink back down into the stuffing of the bear.

Taeyong took a deep breath and flushed down the pills in his back pocket into the toilet, knowing how much of an idiot move this was. You couldn’t go cold-turkey, he knew; you had to go through therapy and rehab and all that kind of crap. But, Taeyong didn’t have time. Idols were discreet and expected to deal with messes alone, so he could deal with the withdrawal period to focus his full attention on this.

Y/N bouncing up and down on his phone screen, in pleasure.

Just for him.

Only for him.

Shownu yawned as he walked to his apartment’s mail cabinets. Dressed in only sweatpants and a sweatshirt, he hoped no one from the press would see him.

It was relaxing to be alone. So he bought an apartment away from the members, an apartment building filled with the elderly so fans shouldn’t be here. It was his own haven of isolation, his breath of fresh air from the punishing lights of the stage.

He shook his head in disbelief at his silly philosophical thoughts, and pulled out his key.

Inside the box was a fat bunch of mail, him guessing it was probably 75 percent junk mail. As he walked up the stairs, he sorted the various flyers and letters and his guess was right.

Seriously, he didn’t need another ad for plastic surgery.

However, when soon got up to his apartment door, a small letter underneath all that pile of junk remained in his hand.

A simple “셔누” (Shownu) graced the front, but no return address listed. There were no postage stamps or anything.

Suddenly, he felt a bad feeling about this. Shownu was not usually the superstitious kind of guy, but when something as minimal and small as this shows up, it’s never something good.

Was it a sasaeng, an obsessed girl trying to contact him? Trying to get his attention?

God, he hated sasaengs. Did they have no shame? No basic respect for privacy? For god’s sake, he had to break the lease on the apartment he was about to get 3 months ago when a fan found out he was moving, and now he was here.

They were so obsessed with this ideal of him, an idyllic version of someone who he probably wasn’t at all. The girls that followed him on flights, called his number in the wee hours in the morning, the one time someone actually broke into his hotel room in California.

They weren’t in love, they were fucking psychotic. Infatuated with someone who wasn’t him.

Shownu shut the door to his apartment and after throwing all the junk mail into the trashcan, he stretched out on his favorite leather sectional.

The simple white letter with simple black letters stared back at him. Should he at least get this screened or something first?

To hell with it, he was curious.

The first thing that fell out was a newspaper clipping. On the 3rd page of the Korea herald, was a small section announcing the hospitalization of Kim Sohye, a middle-aged woman whom was a popular idol in the nineties. The article went on to detail how she was splayed across the road in blood, having either been pushed or fallen off the roof of her apartment building. Now, she was in a medically-induced coma.

What did this have to do with him?

He was quite annoyed, thinking someone was probably fucking with him, until he saw the last part of the article.

Kim Sohye is the manager of FEM, a rookie girl group who has just gotten their first win. No word has been released from their company on what will happen to the group’s activities.

While he was shocked, Shownu lad a large part of him that yelled “good riddance!” to the woman who had verbally abusing Y/N.

Good for her then, he’d have to find some way to check up on her. Maybe backstage at Music Core?

Another white paper fell out of the envelope, the paper feeling quite slippery to the touch.

Shownu,

I took care of the manager when you couldn’t. I actually did something instead of watching from the sidelines. Anyways, good luck trying to reach Y/N. She isn’t interested in you, you know? My goddess is simply too good for your whoring ways.

With much loathing,

A Fellow Idol

(P.S. By the way, I don’t think you’ll be able to reach her anyway. You should’ve stuck to your gut and got this piece of mail screened. This letter is coated in a poison that goes airborne when the envelope is opened. You won’t be touching Y/N anytime soon. Rot in hell, you son of a bitch.)

Shownu, horrified, belatedly realized the slipperiness of the paper was due to the poison. He was so confused, so filled with fear and that all ended when everything went black.

Laughter filled the apartment as sunlight streamed through the window.

“D-Did you see that? He- ha!”

“He just— I’m dying!”

You and Taeyong were curled up on the couch, laughing your asses off at the viral facebook post of cute shiba dogs being clumsy. You were stilled wrapped up in your laughter, however, the man’s warmth next to you still made you self-conscious. Taeyong might be a comfortable friend instead of an intimidating senior, but he was still an intimidating man. Pretty-boy looks he was known for, but whenever you were near him, there was a sort of self-assuredness and confidence that cornered you and had you speechless.

Well, not so much nowadays. Taeyong and you were genuinely good friends after the whole debacle. He talked to you, listened to you, gave you advice: even drove you to the hospital to visit your injured manager while standing as emotional support outside the room.

Although, Taeyong was sort of… strange? Perhaps it was just you, since you had never had a close guy friend or any romantic relationship of the sort, but something felt off. The handsome man never really wanted to leave you, not in the lovey-dovey kind of way but in the kind of intrusive fashion that made you late for things. Talking about other men in the presence of him had him incensed and sullen, often blackening his mood and ruining the day for both of you. He also had a weird thing about calling him oppa, always insisting you use the term instead of “sunbaenim” or”-ssi”.

You stroked your teddy bear in thought, hugging it tightly and blushing, remembering the things you had done with the teddy bear. Hugging it tight and close in embarrassment, a hard object pressed into your chest. Hoping Taeyong (who was enraptured by the video on screen) was not looking, you gently felt up the teddy bear.

In your fingers was something hard and square underneath all the fluff and stuffing of the bear’s head. You imperceptibly frowned. Was it a box of some sort? Maybe it was a device that helped it speak?

You watched Taeyong through your eyelashes, his sharp features glinting with the reflected light from the screen. God, he was so handsome.

Momentarily forgetting the box, you felt a deep ache in your heart for Taeyong. He was too kind, too gentle and caring for you not to fall deeply for. Stupid, inane, ridiculous— this infatuation was all sorts of stupid for so many reasons.

You were barely 20, he was already 25.

You just debuted, a rookie; he. an established senior.

You an idol from a small company; he, from a behemoth.

You, a girl who would get attacked for whatever she did; he, a beneficiary of a double standard.

But the heart wants what it wants.

You felt tears inadvertently well up in your eyes as you finally feel the hopelessness of the situation. Turning away so Taeyong wouldn’t notice the glistening tear roll down your cheek, you quickly compose yourself and turn back.

“Oppa? I’m going to get something, okay?”

He turned and you were once again faced with the full force of his attention. It was like a bag of sand on your shoulder, except you weren’t an air balloon and they weren’t getting cut off. No, they were piled and piled onto you like you were supposed to drown.

“Yeah, yeah. I get the cute babies and dogs all to myself now,” he joked, leaning back into the couch.

You took the hand of your teddy all the way to your bedroom, wiping your eyes along the way. You imagined you looked somewhat like a distressed toddler, padding back to your room.

Holding down the bear, you raised the pair of scissors over the gift.

Snip. Snip. Snip.

White stuffing exploded out of the cut, going this way and that way as you stuck your hand in. After a few seconds of blind searching, you pulled out the box you had felt against your chest earlier.

There, resting on your palm, was a camera with a blinking red light.

Taeyong lounged on the couch, feeling content but a little restless.

A feeling that usually pervaded his whole body when he was away from you.

When he could not touch you, see you, feel you, Taeyong was antsy. He couldn’t sit still, his eyes zoomed around like balls on a roulette table, couldn’t focus. It was like withdrawal, but from you.

His members noticed. They noticed he was maybe a tiny bit healthier, less gaunt, but forever distracted. Yuta remarked sullenly that he was always on his phone, never making time for the rest of the members in the dorm.

But how could he? How could he focus when dancing when his baby girl was just one swipe away?

Taeyong’s leg bounced up and down as he waited for Y/N to return from her room.

“Sunbaenim.”

Taeyong’s dark brows furrowed as heard your voice. You haven’t called him “sunbaenim” in private in weeks.

He turned around and what he saw nearly made his heart stop.

Taeyong’s face went through several phases. He turned bone-white in shock, eyes wide in panic, and stuttering in desperation.

“What is this?” you asked, your tone deceptively light.

“Y/N—”

“Why did I find a camera recording inside the stuffed bear you gave me?”

For once, Taeyong was speechless. He didn’t have a smooth condolence or excuse to give you. His eyes looked pained when his hands reached out towards you.

“Y/N, baby, let me explain.”

“Don’t call me baby! You better have some damn good explanation for this, I- after all this time? You’ve been spying on me?” you voice had gotten very angry but then had immediately turned anguished.

“Baby girl, please, I had to keep eyes on you somehow! I couldn’t just let you go, can’t you understand?”

“Understand what?”

“I’m fucking in love with you! I need you! I can’t breathe, can’t sleep, can’t eat without you!”

You reared back in shock.

“Taeyong, this isn’t love,” you spoke slowly, backing away from him. “T-this is obsession. You need help”

“This is love, Y/N. I have given up everything for you, I’ve done everything for you.”

He stalked towards you slowly, trying to not scare you off like a frantic doe.

“Why do you think your manager suddenly fell of a building? That bitch certainly didn’t fall off by herself. I fucking pushed her fat ass, I hid near the roof entrance and threw her off the skyline. It’s a pity she isn’t dead, but you know what? She’s in a coma and in pain, she deserves it after hurting you.”

“Oh my god—”

“There’s more! Remember our dear, handsome, Shownu?”

An expression of horror befell your face and seized your heart.

“No—”

“Your dearest Shownu is in the ER after being poisoned. It isn’t on the news, but I sent him that letter. It was a letter coated in poison. Poison that goes airborne after being exposed to the air after 24 hours in being in liquid form. He couldn’t man up for you, so I did away with him!” he shouted, sounding crazed and delirious and not like your Taeyong at all.

“Taeyong, you’re scaring me!”

He sucked in a gasp of pain, distress radiating from his whole body. His eyes were like fractured glass, broken, and had a touch of desperation shining in those mesmerizing depths.“Oh no, baby—”

You stumbled away from his body.

He relented and sat back down on the couch reluctantly. When he sighed, it felt like he was on the cusp of doing something but he just put his head in his hands.

After a moment of tense fear, he spoke up. “I gave up so much for you. I gave up the pills for you.”

“Pills?”

“After my injury last year, I was addicted to narcotics. They just got rid of all the pain in my body and in my mind. You have to understand, baby girl, I was distraught. I couldn’t participate in the world tour with all my members, couldn’t see my fans, couldn’t even fucking perform of my broken leg. I didn’t even know if I would be able to perform afterwards.”

You let out a small gasp.

“But for you, after seeing you on stage on our win looking like salvation, I gave it all up—”

“ —and focused all on me,” you whispered.

He nodded, his eyes scanning over you and his body tense in anticipation, like he expected you to bolt.

Your head was spinning. All these revelations being revealed. Taeyong, the sweet, caring, oppa of yours that had helped you through pain was the a criminal, a menace to society that had nearly killed two people. He was insane, delusional, a sasaeng of the worst kind— the kind that thought he was in love. You needed space, or else him and his eyes and his passion would consume you and never let go.

“I- I Taeyong—”

“Oppa,” he muttered.

“-this,” you waved a frantic hand between the space of you two “isn’t healthy. I need to think—”

You hadn’t even blinked before Taeyong slammed you into a wall, pressing his lips onto you like a brand. His hands grasped your waist tightly to him like he was trying to meld your body with his, trying to crawl into a cavity and never come out.

“Baby girl,” he said in between the kisses. “Don’t leave, me, please.”

“No, we need to talk this out—”

“No talking, Y/N. Sometimes we need our bodies to express some things that can’t be spoken for us. I have been waiting to touch you for real for months.”

His slender fingers didn’t even fumble when they slid underneath your t-shirt. His thumbs massaged the skin of your sensitive sides. His fingers left goosebumps in their wake while they slowly traveled up and up until his hands were right beneath your bra.

Meanwhile, his other hand had played with the edge of the back your shorts. Slipping in and out, unable to choose whether to play with elastic of your shorts or your panties.

Please, just go in! You frantically thought and then immediately recoiled in disgust. This criminal, this murderer, was touching you and you submitted to him like a bitch in the heat? You raised your knee to hit to where the sun didn’t shine.

Almost predicting your actions, he smirked into your kiss and slipped in whole hand into your panties. Your knee dropped as you clenched your teeth, the wall supporting the whole of your weight. He was now cupping your butt in his large, slender hands and he pulled you in even more towards his body.

“Oh, baby girl, you’re mine, you know that? Since the day I saw you…”

His hand abruptly pushed your bra cup and was holding your breast in hand. A reluctant moan came from your lips as you tensed from the sensations.

“…to the day I saw you getting off on the teddy bear I gave.”

You gasped, embarrassed and ashamed then tried to push him off, but Taeyong took advantage of your parted lips and slipped his tongue. You were still a deep red, now knowing he knew of that time you humped his teddy bear picturing him, imagining his fingers you.

He chuckled deeply, letting it hang in the air. “What a naughty girl, huh? No one would never expect that kind of wantonness from you.”

“But, me?” He whispered, right at your ear. The puffs of air coming from his lips rushed over your skin and you shivered. You were so over-sensitized, feeling his hands on your butt on your chest on your neck— fuck, he was everywhere. You needed him stop before you couldn’t think why this was wrong and- “I see it. You’re all for me to devour.”

Taeyong started stripping off your shorts, and a soft hiss was heard as they were dropped to the floor around your feet. His talented hands started unclasping the clasp of your bra strap and you felt the decompression of the band around your chest.

“You’re like alcohol, you know? To me,” he casually said, as if you were having a conversation instead of groping each other.

He rubbed his fingers near the crevice of your thighs. “You begin the night wanting to nurse a glass, to savor it, taste it.”

“But in the end, you just end up drinking the whole damn thing and get the most wonderful high.”

Taeyong, without warning, pinched your clit. A shout left your lips and he quickly quieted you down, pressing his lips against yours. Your hands clenched his broad shoulders like a vice and you shamefully looked downwards, unable to look this man in the eyes. What were you doing with this- this sinner?

Rubbing two fingers against the wetness coating your nether lips, he slipped them in and curled.

“Taeyong!” you gasped.

He played your pussy like a well-practiced instrument, undulating with an unheard rhythm known to his ears only and you could only anticipate. A bit pressure this way, he learned, made you gasp, but a curl in this direction made you keen loudly and hump against your hand. You couldn’t believe your mind was kept captive by your helpless body, and you wished so badly you could tell him stop but--

He lightly stroked your clit and you jumped, shaking in his arms until he held you still. Over and over again he pressed but never at the prefect pressure or the perfect spot.

Abruptly, he pulled his fingers out of you. He nearly creamed himself when he saw you pouting your perfect lips up at him, pressing yourself against him like a wanton whore.

“Do you really want this, baby girl? Tell me,” he said, wrenching at your shirt to get it off.

“Yes!” you hissed, far beyond rational thought at this point.

“Well, my baby girl has to show it for oppa, okay?”

He scooped your bare legs up and sat on the couch, you straddling his lap.

“You’re going to cum while grinding yourself against my dick,” he smiled wickedly as he roughly guided your hips atop his bulge.

“W-what?” you asked confusion.

He grabbed your hand and placed it atop the bulge in his trousers. The bulge twitched and thrummed under your touch while a vein popped out from Taeyong’s forehead.

Taeyong leaned up to your ear. “You get to hump yourself against a real dick this time. Not some pathetic teddy bear.”

You looked reluctantly at him, butbegan to undulate your panty-clad pussy against his clothed dick.

“Faster, baby. You can do better than that.”

More and more you went over his dick, stimulating your clit in the most wonderful of ways. Actually having a warm presence under you increased your pleasure ten fold and adding in the fact it was Taeyong? One hundred fold. You felt a wet spot forming on his trousers and already soaking your ruined panties.

“I want to see you come undone for me. Need me. Want me.”

You clenched your eyes shut as you stuffed a hand in your mouth to stop yourself from screaming. You tried to angle your clit into touching the hump of his dick underneath his trousers, but it just rubbed against your pussy lips.

Taeyong thrust up for the first time while you, in mid grind, harshly pushed against his dick.

It hit the spot.

Even with your hand covering your mouth, your scream could be heard throughout the apartment. You came apart on Taeyong’s lap, not even being penetrated, and you shook uselessly against his chest.

He laughed that annoying chuckle again, cool and calm as a cucumber. He stroked your back as you came down from your high, holding you against him desperately.

“Good job baby girl, I’m gonna do my part now.”

Flipping you over on your back, he pulled at your panties you lifted yourself up, allowing him to take the soaked material from your core. Your pussy was exposed to the cold air and, seeing his eyes resting on your vagina, you clenched your legs together.

“Tsk, tsk, my baby girl shouldn’t hide herself away from me,” he spoke serenely while painfully wrenching your legs apart, veins popping out for his forearms from the effort.

He finally took your bra off your chest, and your nipples stiffened in the cold air.

Taeyong’s eyes glazed over and he groaned, nearly falling to his knees from the pure perfection of the sight of you naked.

Taeyong took off his shirt then unbuttoned his trousers and he exposed his cock to your hazy vision. He stroked his dick, spreading the precum along the veiny sides.

Lowering himself, he buried his head in your neck and his cock pressed against the entrance to your core. You grasped onto his broad shoulders, feeling his defined collarbones beneath your feelings, and tightened your grip.

“You’re the first thing I think of in the morning, anytime, and I’ll make you think of no one but me.”

With that, he thrusted harshly in. Mutual moans of appreciation were elicited from you two. He was a perfect fit inside of you, providing the puzzle piece to you incomplete puzzle. It felt like your nerves were going haywire after being surrounded by him.

“I knew you would be a perfect fit. You’re mine,” He stated it like a fact of nature.

He rolled his hips against yours and you couldn’t stay still. Your hand searched for something to latch onto in an ocean of pleasure, and Taeyong’s hand was the beacon of light to hold on to.

Your pussy clenched him at different times, often catching Taeyong off-guard and having to rein himself in from cumming inside you too quick. After your last pulse which nearly brought him crashing headfirst into oblivion, he removed himself from you.

You whined, your legs trying to bring him back in. However, Taeyong just flipped you over and dragged you to the edge of your couch, throwing you over the arm. Your butt stuck up high in the air while you buried your face into a pillow, screaming in anticipation. He quickly slipped himself back in and you screamed.

This position let you feel him better, and let him go deeper. He hit spots he hadn’t before while you were on your back. He was panting loudly, and you could bet sweat was running down the sides of his chiseled face.

All your pining and his obsession was coming to a culmination. He thrusted harder and harder into you until you could feel your cheeks turn red. You could feel his desperation in his hands, that clutched you like he was never going to let go and his thrusts, rutting into you like a demon.

“My goddess, my goddess,” he repeated like a mantra.

“Taeyong!” you yelped. Inside you was an even more vibrant explosion than your dreams could have ever fathomed, consuming your vision and you body and everywhere. You thrashed in this overwhelming pleasure, being consumed and devoured by a passion.

“Yes, baby girl, cum for me— oh, fuck!”

His hips stuttered as his cum coated your walls white, thrusting his semen into you. The feeling was so pleasurable you felt like you nearly had a second orgasm. You felt his cum coat the lips of your vagina and slowly run down your thighs.

He stopped, and hunched over you, breathing harshly. Taeyong put a shirt on you as he fell back into the couch, pulling you to sit on his lap.

“I- I love you!” you blurted out suddenly. You groaned in embarrassment as you covered your eyes.

“Baby girl, you don’t know how glad I am to hear that. I’ve loved you from the first time I saw you. I can’t even explain what I feel for you, that’s why I’ve done crazy things for you. Feelings like this come once in a lifetime and you can’t let them go, no matter the price,” he whispered, stroking your belly with infinitive care, knowing what must be forming in your belly right now.

The sound of a click resounded throughout the apartment and you looked up to see the three horrified faces of Bolin, Bella, and Sunmi through the doorway.

Sleep, Y/N. We’re going somewhere far, far away from here and I promise…

… you’ll love me…

…YOU’LL NEED ME…

holy shit, i have had to repost this because it’s not showing up in the tags im so sorry if you’ve seen this like 12837293472 times

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[TRANS] 200425 Solar ‘SPIT IT OUT’ Interview ①

[ Learning about the joys and hardships of idol group’s leaders ]

- Please introduce yourself SOLAR : I am Mamamoo’s leader and vocal, do re mi fa so la Solar.

- How were you chosen as the leader ? SOLAR : Because I’m the oldest (lauhgs) I think I naturally became it. Honestly, I was worried. I became a leader, but it was my first time, so I didn’t know how I should do it. Early on, I think I was really confused.

- What kind of leader do you think you are? SOLAR : I was a bit strict at first, but now I try to be a friend-like leader. Since I’m the oldest, the members could think of me as being difficult. I don’t like that, so I make an effort to treat them comfortably. I try to be comfortable with them, instead of being strict just because I’m the leader. I like that.

- Isn’t the position of a leader burdensome? I feel that weight would have been a lot. SOLAR : Rather than it being like that because I’m a leader, there was more pressure as an unnie (t/n: older sister). I’m the youngest in my family, and was never an ‘unnie’, but I was put in the situation where I had to take on that role for the first time through Mamamoo. At first, I was flustered and it was hard. It was the most difficult when I had to make decisions. There were moments where I would want to look to my unnie, but I couldn’t. It was confusing, too. Now, because of the time spent with my members, we’ve been like friends and are having fun promoting.

- There must have been lots of processes sharing opinions with your members. How did you mediate as a leader ? SOLAR : (When there’s an issue) rather than asserting my thoughts, I listen to all the members’ thoughts, and then I give my opinion as a representative by deciding what has the most weight. But, now that I know all the personalities of my members, I just ask them beforehand, ‘How about we do it like this?’, ‘Isn’t it more efficient?’ (laughs) Of course, if new opinions come up during that process, we talk more.

- If you promote as a group, aren’t conflicts inevitable? Do you have a way of solving them? SOLAR : Because we each lived separately, then met and lived as a group, there are things that don’t match. At first, we fought and got mad, but after spending a lot of time together, we’ve gotten each other’s personalities. So we started to understand each other more. We’ve can tell just by looking at each other’s facial expressions (laughs) As time went by, the things we collided about naturally disappeared, and it feels like conflicts have as well.

- Is there a member that you particularly rely on or get advice when you have a concern? SOLAR : I don’t tell my members about difficult things much. I tend to think about things alone. Not just with members, but I have a personality where I don’t tell other’s my inner thoughts well. My members know that, so they occasionaly say to me, ‘Tell us, too’, but it’s not easy. Recently, on a radio show, Hwasa told me ‘[We] know your hardships’, and cried I got chocked up hearing that and teared up. I’m thankful that they know.

- Mamamoo is nearing 6 years into your debut. When you look back, what would you choose as the most memorable moment ? SOLAR : I remember when we won number 1 for the first time. I started remembering all the difficulties since I was a trainee, and got choked up. Our first solo concert was meaninfgul, too. We always talked about wanted to do a concert, and seeing fans in font of us cheering with their Moonbongs (lightsticks), I was so moved that it was to the point where I couldn’t sing. I think there were a lot of difficulties in moments. There are times where practice is hard, and where things are hard mentally. But there were even more good moments, so we all dit well.

- Is there anything you talked about your members with regarding nearing 6 years into your debut? SOLAR : I didn’t know that time went by so quickly. It felt like not much time went by, but reading 6 years already... It doesn’t feel real. I sometimes talks to my member about being gross, (laughs), I think we really did this job intensely, faithfully. It also made me think we’ve come that much of a long way. I’m really thankful for fans who were together with us until now, too.

- After debuting, you ran without rest. What’s your driving force ? SOLAR : My members. My cons are made up for because my members are here, and thanks to them, I was able to be active for 6 years. I also get strenght thanks to my fans. If the fans weren’t there, I really don’t think I could have done this. I was able to go on or a grateful 6 years because they always supported and took care of me.

- What do Mamamoo members mean to you ? SOLAR : (Moon) Byulie is someone who gives me lots of advice. She’s sometimes like an unnie, and I listen to Byulie well. Also, she’s a really reliable pretense that always gives me attention. Wheein isn’t the type that talks well, but I get lots of mental support from her. She’s the type that quietly does well, so if I tell her something, she’ll understand it all and follow me. Hwasa is really thoughtful and kind-hearted. She’s like a companion that I can be long-time friends with even after getting older. We don’t say embarassing words to each other well, but I adore them a lot.

#mamamoo #kim yongsun #solar #t:interview #t:trans #p:press #200425 #e:sio

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jiuwuming · 4 years

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Today Is Wingman Day, Ch. 1

Fandom: Red Velvet Pairing: WenJoy Words: 5.4k+ Rating: T Summary: Joy downloads Tinder. Wendy suffers through the trials and tribulations of being Joy's wingwoman for one day—while juggling some complicated feelings. Good thing Yeri's there to help them both in her own way. Links: ao3 | aff

Sooyoung leaned forward across the table. “So, listen…” she said, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, a sly smile tugging on her lips. The hairs on Seungwan’s arms stood up. A smile like that from Sooyoung spelled trouble—

“I’m thinking of hooking up with a girl.”

—and bad ideas.

There were few things Seungwan hated more than her sleep cycle getting cut short on a Saturday morning right after midterms.

As a university student smack dab in the middle of her senior year, tackling five whole courses and several extracurriculars that kept her up well into the early a.m.’s, Seungwan cherished every minute of sleep she could get. Admittedly, it was her own fault for being overambitious. But after spending week after week downing espresso shots just to get through morning lectures, substituting a good night’s rest for caffeinated blood coursing through her veins, any weekend where she could finally sleep in was a luxury. A godsent gift. And finally, after getting through the midterm exam week, she could finally get the relaxation she deserved.

The incessant vibrations of her phone against the bedside table, however, said fuck you, Seungwan.

Seungwan groaned, rolling over to her side to reach for her phone. Who the hell was texting her a storm on a weekend morning? A precious weekend morning! She slapped her hands blindly on the table until she found the device, bringing it over to her face so she could read the offending name on the screen.

Park Sooyoung, 7:52 a.m.

She sat up immediately, blinking away the blurriness from her eyes as her vision adjusted to read the words in the slew of texts.

Hey.

Seungwan-unnie.

I need you.

Meet me at Café Eureka.

I have something to tell you.

Important news.

Cold dread crawled down Seungwan’s spine as she scanned the messages. Any traces of her sleep-induced haze scattered like ashes in the wind. It was never a good sign when Sooyoung sent her texts like these—full of urgency yet aggravatingly vague. Was it good news? Bad? Seungwan had never been able to get a straight answer, and she’d long given up trying. Any attempts for elaboration through text were always met with increasingly evasive non-answers, each one more cryptic than the last. Coming from a typically blunt girl like Sooyoung, though, it was always a cause for alarm.

At least, it was cause for alarm, until Seungwan had figured out that Sooyoung just liked to mess with her.

See, historically, ‘important news’ from Sooyoung meant one of two things:

1. either she really did have something important to share—like when she had just broken up with Sungjae and needed to be comforted, or

2. she was just baiting Seungwan with the fear that there was something hypothetically wrong—only to trick her into coming over to her apartment, trapping her into doing something as inane as figuring out which color dress looked better on her.

So yes, lately ‘important news’ was a dice roll. Over time, alarm over Sooyoung’s wellbeing had turned into wariness; wariness, into dread. Dread of a flagrant waste of time. Her best friend was a mystery at times, and Seungwan never knew which Sooyoung she was going to get on any given day. Excitable Sooyoung? Sad Sooyoung? Trickster Sooyoung?

Well, there was only one way to find out.

Seungwan sighed as she uncovered herself from the nest of her warm, plush blankets, resigning herself to another sleepless day and to Sooyoung’s whims—whatever they were.

I’ll be there in a few, she texted back.

For a day that was nearing the tail end of March, the weather outside was still surprisingly wintry: frozen dew clinging onto bladed grass, flowers that were normally in full bloom at this point only just shy of budding. Seungwan shivered as she stepped out of the dormitory, the chill of the cold spring air seeping through her white cardigan and into her skin. Maybe waltzing out in jean shorts wasn’t such a good idea. Out of all the advice she’d taken from Sooyoung, ‘dress for the weather you want’ (which was her go-to excuse for wearing skimpy clothing even in frigid temperatures) was probably the worst.

Not many other students were out and about at this time of day on a weekend. Especially not on a weekend after exams. There was still the occasional ever-so-disciplined jogger looking to knock out their daily run early—Sooyoung was one of them, which was why she was always up so early—but the vast majority of the student populace was probably enjoying their time off. Doing things that Seungwan sorely wished she could also experience: lazing around in bed, drinking a cup of hot chocolate, recovering from a hangover after celebrating the freedom from the brutal crunch of midterm studying.

While Seungwan didn’t regret her impulse decision to minor in music on top of being a biology major, the bone-deep exhaustion after a strenuous school week was… something else. She missed having leisure time. A life outside of school dedicated to hobbies. Having time to spend with friends. Partying.

Dating might’ve been nice, too, Seungwan thought as she passed by a couple holding hands, bundled up in hooded bubble jackets. They were strolling peacefully along the tree-lined paths that led to the city, pausing to take photos together against the sunrise-tinged lake. Stopping to smell the flowers. Poking each other’s cheeks. Laughing. Living in the moment as if they had all the time in the world.

It reminded her of how Sooyoung had been, back when she was with Sungjae. Carefree and happy. But here she was, forever single and without a lick of romantic experience. Oh, how Seungwan wished she were one of the normal students sometimes.

“Unnie, good morning!” called out a voice that sounded entirely too cheery for a Saturday morning. “Wait up!”

Seungwan’s shoulders tensed as she turned to see Yerim running to catch up to her, guitar case slung over her shoulder. Kim Yerim. Resident prankster. Sooyoung’s partner in crime.

There was a wide grin on her face as Yerim fell into step with her. Despite feeling wary toward her and cranky at being woken up early, Seungwan couldn’t help but return the smile. Yerim’s enthusiasm was infectious like that. On good days, it made the semester a little more bearable when they shared their music composition class together; on bad ones, it foreboded a future of trouble because she was a little shit sometimes. Like Sooyoung, Yerim was someone who always knew how to keep her on her toes. A frightening pair, those two. Especially when they put their minds together.

Even so, it was impossible not to have a soft spot for her.

“Yerim—hey!” Seungwan pulled her in, wrapping her arm over her shoulder as they walked side by side. Mostly, she just wanted to steal her body heat. “You’re going to band practice? You have a performance tonight at the new bar, right? What was it called—Tiki Island?”

“Yup!” Yerim nodded, waving her sheet music in front of Seungwan’s face. “Also, we’re finally going to try out that new tune that you helped me with earlier this week and see how it goes. I think Seulgi-unnie is going to love it. Thanks for that, by the way.”

“No problem, kiddo.” Seungwan gave her a pat on the head. “You had great melody—just needed some polishing on the harmonies. You did say you’d pay me back anyway.”

“Of course, unnie. I’m a woman of my word,” Yerim said. With her big round eyes and angelic face, anyone else who didn’t know her as well would’ve been fooled into trusting the innocent smile that graced her lips. But years of being swindled by that very smile had taught Seungwan better.

She raised her eyebrows. “Uh huh. Sure. The most reliable person I know, really.”

“You headed to Café Eureka?” Yerim asked, pointedly ignoring Seungwan’s jibe.

“Yeah, I am. Did you want anything? I could get you something to—wait.” Seungwan narrowed her eyes suspiciously. At second glance, the smile on Yerim’s face had turned more… smug than anything. Like she was privy to a secret that Seungwan wasn’t. “How did you know? Sooyoung told you something, didn’t she?”

“Ah.” Yerim’s shoulders stiffened under her hold. Before Seungwan could react to the obvious tell, she was already ducking out of her arm and booking it. “Gotta jet!” she exclaimed. “I’ll see you around, unnie!”

“Hey!” Seungwan yelled after her, but Yerim was already several meters ahead, breaking out into a full run.

Seungwan threw her hands in the air, shaking her fist at Yerim’s disappearing figure. “Why does nobody tell me anything!”

Seungwan felt right at home as she stepped into Café Eureka, inhaling the aroma of freshly-made syrupy waffles and the woody scent of weathered books that lined the walls of the upper floor, sighing in relief when the cozy indoor heating soaked into her freezing thighs.

Café Eureka, like any other restaurant business at the edge of the city, wasn’t an overly fancy establishment, but it was her and Sooyoung’s favorite library café to frequent. As a hybrid breakfast diner and quiet study place, with both sections split into two floor levels to separate the diners from the students, it was a boon for struggling undergrads who needed a break from schoolwork for a convenient quick fix or vice versa. The food was good; the staff pleasant. Overall, it was perfect aside from the drawback of being a trek from the main campus.

Once senior year had hit, she and Sooyoung had both become super stressed university students, constantly hunched over reading thick textbooks in dusty libraries through late nights, so it was nice just relaxing at a cute lowkey joint once in a while. Not too unruly or greasy like fast food restaurants, not too hoity-toity like those hipster coffee shops with one too many bearded baristas wearing an offensive combination of torn jeans and smartwatches. Café Eureka was nice in that way—just the right balance of homey and classy: comfort foods in the form of all-day breakfast meals, along with the refinement of an academic setting.

Although a bit cheesy, it was rumored that the owners had named it ‘Café Eureka’ to appeal to the student population. A place where epiphanies were made, supposedly, from just spending time there and basking in the atmosphere. Fresh food stimulating bright ideas, bright ideas paving way to brighter futures—that was something of its brand. It was said so often by staff and clientele alike that Seungwan was surprised it wasn’t made into a slogan yet.

She found Sooyoung settled at the booth in the corner of the café—their usual spot that overlooked the park and waterfront outside. The bright ambience really did help with keeping them alert during exam weeks—lots of tall glass windows, with each table partitioned by blue leather seats and tall mahogany posts framed by metal bars. The seating arrangement was a bit reminiscent of a 1950s American diner, just without all the hustle and bustle.

From where Seungwan could see, Sooyoung was busy scrolling through her phone, eyebrows creased together in concentration. An untouched plate of strawberry crepes lay on the table in front of her—the same thing she always ordered whenever they were together. It wasn’t a surprise that she was still in her jogging outfit, but as a non-morning person Seungwan didn’t often get to see her wearing it. She had to whistle at how modelesque Sooyoung managed to make it look, like she’d just walked right out of a high-profile athletic brand photoshoot: fingerless gloves, hair tied into a high ponytail, tight black leggings with mesh panels, a matching sports bra that gave a wide view of the well-defined abs on her stomach. Even as a runner, she wasted no opportunity to show off the magnificent physique of her body.

Seungwan didn’t blame her. The girl was chiseled like a Greek goddess, and she had every right to flaunt it. Especially ever since the breakup from a few months ago, Sooyoung had doubled down on working out to take her mind off of things, to spend time taking care of herself. The result was marvelous, of course: leaner arms, toner thighs. Plumper, healthier gluts. Even Seungwan herself was guilty of staring once in a while—but hey, it was a crime not to admire art, right? Not that she’d ever make an obvious show of it. Sooyoung would never let her live that down, with that ego of hers.

It was a good sign, though, that Sooyoung was out and about instead of moping around, as she was wont to do whenever a wave of bad moods struck her. Like the week when she’d split up with Sungjae, or had gotten a C on her exam. If she’d been feeling alright enough to go out for a jog, that had to mean whatever she had to tell her wasn’t terrible, at least.

“Hey,” Seungwan greeted, slipping into the seat across from Sooyoung.

“Unnie!” Sooyoung lit up, placing her phone down as soon as Seungwan announced her arrival. “You came!”

Seungwan laughed. Sooyoung reminded her of the puppies that she loved to take care of sometimes at the local animal rescue center—the bright eyes, excitable smiles. One and the same. “Yes, I did, you brat,” she said, though it wasn’t with as much bite as she’d wanted. Then again, she couldn’t stay too mad if Sooyoung seemed happy.

“Brat?” Sooyoung echoed, placing a hand to her chest in mock offense. “Excuse me—I’m anything but.”

“I think you demanding my time and attention before eight in the morning on a weekend constitutes as you being a brat.”

Sooyoung placed her hands on her hips and glared, bottom lip jutting out in the way that forecasted whenever she was about to summon her grossest baby-aegyo voice. “Unnie.”

“No,” Seungwan said, looking away.

Protests never stopped Sooyoung, though. In fact, they always seemed to encourage her.

“Why don’t you ever want to spend time with me anymore?” Sooyoung whined, voice rising in pitch with every word. “I just wanted to see you. You’re so mean! Hmph!” She punctuated her harrumph with a shrill squawk, cheeks puffing out.

Seungwan’s mouth twisted into a scowl, cold shivers rolling down her body. She couldn’t even stop the gagging noises that emerged from her throat. Sooyoung broke character at that, cackling as she pointed at the disgust undoubtedly written all over her face.

“Well, you must be in high spirits if you’re out here doing this,” Seungwan scoffed. “I’m guessing that ‘important news’ isn’t a bad thing this time?”

“I’ll get to that later,” Sooyoung wheezed out, still recovering from her laughing fit, wiping tears from her eyes.

“Later?” Seungwan let out an exasperated sigh. Of course. “What—”

Sooyoung clapped her hands together. “First things first, unnie!” she exclaimed, peeking her head outside the booth and snapping her fingers. At her cue, the waiter walked over to their booth, a platter full of food on his hands.

“Rainbow fruit yogurt parfait for Son Seungwan-ssi?” the waiter presented, a teasing lilt to his voice.

It was Jongdae—one of the regular morning employees who usually ended up serving them more often than not. Being regulars at Café Eureka, he was long past just a familiar face in the establishment. He felt more like an older brother at times to the both of them, even going as far to preemptively serve them their usual orders before they could even formally request the food themselves.

He smiled as he placed the plate in front of her: an assortment of cleanly chopped fruit—watermelon, mandarins, pineapple, kiwis, and grapes—placed in neat rows, separated by yogurt and granola within a tall glass cup. Her favorite. She hadn’t bought it in a while, though, since she was on a budget and it was expensive to order on a daily basis.

“I guess you finally have enough money now to splurge, huh?” Jongdae quipped.

“Actually,” Sooyoung interjected. “It’s my treat for her.”

Seungwan blinked, mouth falling into an ‘o’ shape. She looked back at Sooyoung, who was already staring at her with a smug grin, elbow propped on the table as she rested her chin on her palm. Just sitting there, looking like she was so proud of herself.

“Whoa.” Seungwan couldn’t say she wasn’t impressed by Sooyoung’s thoughtfulness. Not that she had expected to come out completely drained after meeting up or anything, but it was nice to know that Sooyoung could still surprise her with small gestures like this.

“Are you bribing her, or something?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, nothing like that,” Sooyoung denied, though the smirk on her face made Seungwan feel a little unsettled.

Jongdae snickered. “Well, I’ve got to go back to work now. Enjoy, girls!” he said, bowing before he left.

“Thanks, oppa!” Seungwan called after him.

Sooyoung pushed the parfait closer to her, placing a spoon in her hand. “Bone ape tit, unnie.”

“I think the phrase is ‘bon appétit’, but thanks.”

“Am I still a brat?” Sooyoung asked, batting her eyelashes.

Seungwan smiled despite herself. Maybe it was worth going out after all. “Aside from grossly butchering the French language? You’re alright, I guess,” she conceded.

“Bon appétit, then,” Sooyoung said, slicing into the crepe with her fork, slathering a generous helping of cream over it.

It looked good. Seungwan’s mouth watered at the sight of it. “Hey, let me have a bite of that?” she requested, opening her mouth wide.

The fork halted before it reached Sooyoung’s mouth. She shot her an incredulous look. “Unnie, you have one whole parfait in front of you. You’re really going to make me sully my fork with your cooties before I even try my own crepes?”

“Don’t be difficult. You’re the one who pestered me to come see you. Besides, I haven’t tried it in a while.”

“Are you sure you aren’t the brat?” Sooyoung laughed, extending the mouthful of food out to Seungwan. “You should be honored. I don’t spoon feed just anyone, princess.”

Seungwan’s eyes lit up as she bit into it. “Mm! No wonder why you love this so much,” she said, wiping her mouth with a napkin.

“Yep! Well, glad to know it’s fantastic as usual.”

“It is.”

Spooning her own parfait, Seungwan took her first bite, humming contently as the taste of kiwis and creamy Greek yogurt melted on her tongue. Ah, fresh fruit. Definitely hit the spot. Crepes were good, but nothing beat a helping of fresh fruit in a parfait. “It’s delicious. Thank you, Sooyoungie—you seriously ordered this for me?”

“Duh. I wasn’t going to drag you out here from the freezing cold in the morning for nothing.”

“Why did you, then?”

“I’m thinking of hooking up with a girl.”

—and bad ideas.

Seungwan whipped her head up from the parfait, mouth stopping mid-chew. Her eyes widened to saucers. “What.”

“I’m thinking of hooking up with a girl,” Sooyoung repeated, eyes twinkling in the way they always did whenever she took in Seungwan’s distraught expressions. Clearly, she was enjoying herself.

Seungwan set her spoon down slowly, swallowing her last bite before she irrevocably choked on it. She’d been so absorbed in eating that she’d nearly forgotten that Sooyoung had dragged her out for a purpose. Right. The ‘important news’.

Something actually important, or just a bait?

For once, Seungwan wasn’t sure which it was.

She didn’t even know Sooyoung was into girls in that way. She’d been dating Sungjae for the majority of the time Seungwan had known her—a few months into their first year of school—so she could see why there wasn’t much opportunity for Sooyoung to express interest in the fairer sex. Sure, Sooyoung had made a couple of comments about girls here and there that warranted a bit of eyebrow raising, but Seungwan thought that was just how she was. No filters and unapologetically shameless.

Like when she’d half-jokingly considered bombing her organic chemistry exam just so she could get extra tutoring from the hot teacher’s aide, Bae Joohyun. Or when she’d gone slack-jawed watching Seulgi, their mutual friend from Yerim’s band, dance in a well-fitted suit and remarked I can see why they call her ‘oppa’. Or when she’d said girl butts were more fun to look at than man butts—and oh god, Seungwan was an idiot.

Sooyoung liked girls. How could she have missed it?

When she came to from her (extremely belated) revelation, Sooyoung was still staring at her expectantly. Right, she hadn’t even answered her yet.

“Uh,” Seungwan said eloquently, licking her lips to catch a stray granola bit hanging off the edge of her mouth.

“Well? Thoughts?” Sooyoung prompted.

What was even the proper response when your best friend simultaneously came out to you and announced she wanted to hook up with a girl—all in one breath? “Congratulations?” she offered.

“‘Congratulations’ is damn right!” Sooyoung asserted, slamming a palm on the table, plates rattling with the force of the thump. Seungwan winced, gripping her parfait glass to steady it. “It’s been months since I’ve broken up with Sungjae. Can’t a girl treat herself?”

“Treat herself… to a hookup?”

Seungwan could already feel herself growing some white hairs. This was all coming out of left field, honestly—Sooyoung liking girls, Sooyoung wanting flings with girls. For all the years they’d known each other—ever since freshman orientation—Seungwan had never thought Sooyoung as the type do anything scandalous, like hitting the clubs in hopes of engaging in one-night stands. Despite her outwardly flirty nature, she was a romantic at heart. Someone who valued stability. Softness. Not hedonistic passion.

“That’s right,” Sooyoung confirmed cheekily.

“And this is a good idea—how? Why?” Seungwan rubbed her temple. Having a bomb like this dropped on her definitely was not how she envisioned spending her Saturday morning.

Sooyoung picked up her fork, finally digging into her crepe. She popped a strawberry into her mouth, chewing slowly as she looked out the window. Seungwan followed her gaze, and outside she could see the couple she passed from before, still ambling near the lake. She hadn’t noticed earlier, but they were both women. Wow, she really was oblivious sometimes.

“You know, I was always curious about how it’d feel like. Being with a girl. Even before I accepted that about myself.”

The tone of her voice sounded a bit more contemplative now. Like she’d actually been mulling the idea over in her head, instead of tossing it out there just to throw Seungwan off balance. Maybe this was a serious matter after all.

“You never told me,” Seungwan said, hiding the frown that tugged at her lips behind another spoonful of yogurt. The watermelon had turned mushy. Great. “That you like girls, I mean.”

Sooyoung shrugged. “Yeah, I’m bi. I thought it was pretty obvious, unnie. I just didn’t think it was necessary to talk about, with me dating Sungjae and all.”

Bi. Sooyoung was bi. Seungwan felt her ears warming, hearing that out loud. She wasn’t embarrassed—just… caught off guard. Yeah, that was it. It was such a Sooyoung thing to do, confessing an important secret so casually. Flippantly, even.

“You could’ve told me,” Seungwan grumbled, pouting. Did Sooyoung think she was homophobic? She wasn’t! Sooyoung knew that, too. She had to, right? When Yerim came out to them as a lesbian, neither of them had even batted an eyelash, accepting her with open arms. Well, it wasn’t like she was entitled to know everything about Sooyoung, even if they were best friends, but still…

“I could’ve,” Sooyoung agreed, looking back at her, laughing when she saw her face. “Why so grumpy?”

“Did you think I would judge you?” Seungwan blurted out without thinking. She couldn’t even keep the hurt from her voice.

Sooyoung frowned at that, sobering up instantly. “No, that’s not it.”

“Then—”

“Hey,” Sooyoung said softly, reaching over to grasp Seungwan’s hand. “I know what you’re thinking when you have that look on your face—” Seungwan wrinkled her nose. What look? “—but you know I would trust you with my life, right?”

The fact that Sooyoung could read her so easily was a bit terrifying. Her shoulders slumped as she stared into her parfait instead of meeting Sooyoung’s gaze. “Sorry,” she mumbled. “I know it’s none of my business.”

“Like I said, it’s not like that. I just thought it’d be more fun if you found out this way.”

Seungwan rolled her eyes, but she didn’t mind when Sooyoung interlaced their fingers together. Her hand was warm. “More fun for you, maybe,” she huffed.

“Yep!” Sooyoung chirped, leaning forward to poke her cheek. “So don’t be such a baby, okay?”

The way Sooyoung’s finger dug into her dimple tickled, and it made her laugh as she withdrew her hand. Sometimes Seungwan hated that she could be placated so easily. “Well, I guess it was kind of funny,” she admitted, rubbing the back of her neck. “And to be honest, I should’ve expected it.”

“Yeah, well, you heterolinis can be dumb sometimes.”

“Heterolinis?” Seungwan frowned. She was less offended at being called dumb than baffled at Sooyoung calling her a… a heterolini. Where did she even come up with that?

“Yeah. You know—straight people, with their straight lives, always viewing things through their straight lenses.”

Seungwan gaped. She wasn’t that bad, was she? “I’ve never even had a boyfriend. Who knows if I’m straight?” She furrowed her eyebrows, head tilting quizzically at the words that came out of her own mouth. Why was she even arguing? She’d barely even questioned her own sexuality before.

Sooyoung eyed her skeptically. “Girl, the number of times I’ve caught you staring at Cha Eunwoo from the music department, though…”

Heat rose to Seungwan’s face. “And what about it!” she protested, jabbing her spoon into the parfait and taking an angry bite out of it, munching loudly. “He’s beautiful!”

“Yeah, so?” Sooyoung scoffed, crossing her arms. “So am I, but you’re not attracted to me.”

Seungwan’s eyes widened. Whoa. Sooyoung really went there. Abort, abort, abort.

“When did you even figure out that you were bi?” Seungwan asked instead, floundering for a change of topic.

Rather than replying, Sooyoung delicately placed her fork down on her plate, metal clacking against ceramic. She clasped her hands together, looking out the window again. Birds chirped outside. The front door of the café jingled with the arrival of new customers.

When Sooyoung went quiet a few seconds too long for comfort, Seungwan fidgeted in her seat, backpedaling. “Sorry—was that too personal?”

“It’s fine. I was just thinking. I think I always kind of knew—but it probably only hit me a year ago or so?”

“Oh, wow.” Seungwan’s eyebrows shot to her forehead as she took in the new information. A year ago. That had to mean… “You were still dating Sungjae at the time?”

“Yeah.”

“Is that why you two broke up?”

“No,” Sooyoung answered immediately. Her lips pursed into a thin line as she swept her fingers over her hair, pushing them away from her eyes. “Well—not entirely. Yes and no. We had our differences, but I can’t say it didn’t factor into it. He didn’t know, though. I never told him.”

“Ah.”

“Mhm.”

They fell into an uncomfortable silence as they went back to eating, the scrape of utensils the only noise filling the air. Seungwan grimaced. Sooyoung never went into the details of the breakup before, but Seungwan hadn’t expected that to be part of the reason. She really had to be nosy and open up old wounds, didn’t she.

When it was clear Sooyoung wasn’t going to elaborate any further, Seungwan cleared her throat. “Oh, yeah! So, anyway—about girls. You wanted to try hookups?” She cringed as the words left her mouth. Hookups. It sounded so crass.

Sooyoung perked up, a wide grin spreading on her face as though nothing had happened, and Seungwan was thankful it was that simple to dispel the awkward atmosphere between them. “Yeah! I installed Tinder—I was just setting up my profile right before you showed up.”

“Tinder?” Seungwan repeated. “Like, for local randos? Not someone from our school?”

“That’s the point of hookups.” Sooyoung rolled her eyes. “I’m not supposed to see them again.”

Seungwan pressed her lips together as she regarded Sooyoung. Sooyoung, who always cried at the climax of romantic comedy movies. Sooyoung, who once dumped a boy she was seeing simply because her Maltese puppy, Haetnim, didn’t like him. Sooyoung, who—despite having a reputation for being a flirtatious tease—valued the fine art of courtship. Late-night candlelit dinners, picnics under a blanket of stars.

“This isn’t usually like you,” Seungwan pointed out.

“Yeah, maybe I just wanted to try something different. Something uncomplicated, no strings attached.”

“Why not dating, though?”

“Because I’m probably not ready for a relationship right now? And also, I’d really just like to kiss a girl.”

“Oh.” Seungwan flushed at the mental image of Sooyoung doing just that. Stupidly sexy Sooyoung, kissing a girl—not for the titillation of men but for herself. “Wow.”

“What is it?” Sooyoung asked. Seungwan didn’t like the look on her face—the annoyingly self-satisfied smirk that suggested she knew exactly what Seungwan was thinking.

“Nothing,” Seungwan said, shaking the idea from her head. “Just getting used to you being bi.”

“Well…” Sooyoung began. She slid out of her seat and into Seungwan’s side of the booth, a devilish sparkle in her eyes. Her voice had turned husky. “I think I have an idea of how to help you.”

Their hips bumped together as Sooyoung pushed her farther inside to make room for the both of them. She pressed in so closely that Seungwan could catch a hint of the fruity floral perfume she always wore. Plums and peonies. Of course she had to smell intoxicatingly nice even after a jog.

Seungwan tensed, fingers gripping onto the hem of her shorts. “Help me… get used to you being bi?” Why did that sound so ominous?

“Yep.”

“How?” Seungwan didn’t know if she liked where this was going.

Sooyoung gave her an impish, lopsided smile as she leaned in, maintaining eye contact with Seungwan the whole way even when the distance between their faces shortened to mere centimeters. Seungwan’s neck craned back as she strained to put space between them, head bumping against the window, and she had to hold her breath so it wouldn’t mingle with Sooyoung’s. Goosebumps rose on the surface of her arms at the heat radiating from the other girl’s body. It felt nice after walking in the cold for so long, but suddenly Seungwan found herself at a crossroads: uncertain if she wanted to pull her closer for warmth or push her away for her own sanity.

Finally, after what seemed like several excruciating seconds, Sooyoung spoke.

“I…” Sooyoung licked her lips, moving in almost impossibly close—so much so that their noses almost touched, and it took all of Seungwan’s willpower not to scream. “…am going to have you—”

She jabbed a finger onto Seungwan’s chest. Oh, hell.

“—help me pick out a date!” she declared cheerfully.

Before Seungwan could even process what was happening, Sooyoung had already pulled away, slapping a couple of 10,000 won notes on the table to foot the bill, laughing and slipping out the booth with a jolly spring to her step.

Seungwan exhaled shakily once she actually had room to breathe again, feeling a cold draft of air in the absence of Sooyoung’s presence. “Huh?”

What?

“Come on, Seungwan-unnie! Let’s go back to my apartment. I want to shower already, and we can talk more about it there!”

Rooted in place, Seungwan stared after Sooyoung as she made her way to the front of the café, unable to shake how fast her heart was pounding.

What!!!

Once her brain kicked back into gear, Seungwan rushed to scarf down one final spoonful out of her parfait before chasing after Sooyoung—curse her and her long legs. She noshed on the granola, savoring every munch and crunch as though it could smother the budding realization that threatened to slip out from the tip of her tongue.

She chanced a look back at her wristwatch. It was only 9:17 a.m.

It was going to be a long, long day.

#red velvet #wenjoy #ninepointfive writes

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wenrene-amongothers · 5 years

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joyrene like lounging around in their towels after they shower and it makes the others f l u s t e r e d

i was just about to fall asleep after a long day but this caught my attention and made me smile so dhdhd

they totally would too. joy does it because she knows what she's doing, she knows her long, bare legs distract the other girls greatly, and her low hanging towel in her chest makes them blush and look away and she loves it, the little brat. she loves messing with wendy and seulgi, strutting up to them and acting all oblivious while she rubs the towel just a liiiitttttle higher so her legs are showing more, and the older always have to rip her eyes away and fight off the blush joy loves shdhdhd

irene is maybe slightly aware, but she mostly does it cause she's just lazy. she gets out of the shower with her big fluffy towel and just like, goes and sits down on the couch. and someone will usually walk in and squeal "unnie!" and cover their eyes and she looks down and is like, "oh, right. anyways whats up?" but everyone in that dorm is just a panicky gay mess that seeing one of the most beautiful women on earth in nothing but a towel makes them stutter and think about things they shouldn't and just feel nehrhdjdsje all around. yeri gets really flustered seeing her irene unnie like that cause !!!! irene is suppose to be the grandma she makes fun of but wow she looks really hot and bad yeri! (she thinks to herself)

#red velvet #irene #joy #wendy #seulgi #yeri

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4seasonswithiu · 5 years

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[TRANS] 190711 OnlyU-IU China share fun moments they had with IU and her team on the set of Hotel Del Luna

Our staff members double checked the items before the departure with an anxious heart. Fortunately, we were able to reach the set on time despite the heavy traffic. The food truck, tent, tables and banners were all set up when we arrived at the set. Then, it took us another 40 minutes to prepare all the gifts by putting them carefully in each paper bag and stacking them up on the table beside the buffet tent.

Not too long after we were done with the gift preparations, manager Hanteo approached us, gave us his warm greetings before checking out the buffet tent. As the weather was pretty hot, Hanteo jokingly told us that he would ‘drink’ all the (Ghana) chocolates within the gift bag right away. When going through the other gifts, we especially pointed out that the Voluspa aromatherapy candles were for IU Team, so Hanteo thanked us in Mandarin, saying “xie xie!” as well.

He reminded us that since we would have to wait a little longer, so stay away from the sun in some shade. He also passed on the gifts to director Oh, actor Yeo Jin Goo and IU Team. Later, PD told us we could pass the gift to IU in person in a while.

We gave the staff of Hotel Del Luna the gifts we prepared as they passed by from time to time. During dinner time, some staff came to collect their gifts and we got the HDL team PD to pass on the remaining gifts to other busy staff on the set.

Around 8PM, IU finally appeared in her pony tail, white loose t-shirt and pants. Since the coffee truck was right beside the entrance, so she took lots of proof photos with the help of Hyesun and the new manager (Moon Ji Hwan) first. After greeting us, she expressed her gratitude for the gifts and meal that we prepared, telling us that she would enjoy the meal and asking whether we were hungry as well or not. We still managed to answer her that we were ‘hungry’ though our mind went completely blank at that moment as we were softened by her sweet tender eyes. IU then invited us to join her for dinner.

The HDL team PD also encouraged us to sit beside IU for dinner. Together, we also had Hanteo, Hyeseon and the new manager (Ji Hwan) with us in one table, and thankfully all of them ate a lot. IU seemed to have noticed how nervous we were, so she kept initiating conversation with us. She said, “we (IU Team) are usually quiet whenever we eat, and given the hot weather and packed filming schedules today, so everyone’s still in a daze. Did all of you travel all the way from China? It must have been hard for you guys to be here given the scorching hot weather.” When she was told that some of us would have to catch the early morning flight in a bit, she frowned as pain and sadness clouded her features.

When eating, director Oh came by so IU introduced him to us and we quickly bowed to him. Director Oh was pretty adorable and not all that serious or solemn as he greeted us enthusiastically and expressed his gratitude for our support. He kept the Hotel Del Luna customised towel around his neck all the time, even when he was having his meal.

Seeing how most of them were almost done with eating, we brought out the gifts and explained to them about the Diptyque’s limited edition ‘The Legend of the North’ series’ candles first. IU was touched upon knowing that we chose the candles because it suited Man Wol’s mysterious aura, saying “ah~ because it suits Man Wol!”. She also let out a tiny ‘wow’ when we told her we bought GUCCI’s A Kiss from Violet perfumed oil for her because its violet scented (IU’s favourite). We also let IU have a look at our charity/ donation certificate, telling her that hundreds of Uaenas participated in this donation and some of us visited the institute with some necessities and played with the kids there to which IU replied ‘aigoo’ tsunderely/ proudly and dearly. She also asked about the details and complimented us ‘Hen BBang!’ (so amazing) in Mandarin since one of us personally went to the welfare institute. IU gave us a big thumbs up, saying ‘Zzen Bbang! Xie xie!’ (really amazing! thank you!) when we mentioned about the necessities that we have donated. One of us caught on the right timing of the atmosphere and started applauding, to which IU joined her right away, followed by Hyeseon, Hanteo and all HDL staff from other tables who had no idea of what’s going on. It suddenly turned into an ocean of harmony 😂.

Click here for more details of IU’s birthday gifts (candles and perfumes), fan donation and fansupport by OnlyIUcn.

We also told IU about her super topic ‘#IU’ that has accumulated over 10 billion reads on Weibo recently and she was ultimately shocked. Since she’s not familiar with how weibo functions, so we explained to her that the hashtag is sort of a community on weibo where people could leave their posts, comments, votes and screenshots there to support her. She seemed to have grasped on the super topic concept after going through some of our posts in the hashtag section and showed off the milestone achievement to people around her.

IU: Hey, I achieved 10 billion reads! Hanteo and Hyeseon: As expected from the scale of mainland China, they don’t just simply go with (small numbers like) ten thousands when it comes to calculations.

We passed the <10 Years of Flower Road> book to IU, sharing with her that C-Uaenas designed, edited and compiled everything about her within this book in celebration of her 10th anniversary. We also tried to find the best printing manufacturer that we could to bring out the best quality of it. As soon as she got the book on hands, she kept gasping in admiration, saying “wow this is truly amazing. This is impressive, OnlyIU’s scale is no joke” as she flipped through the pages slowly. She especially stopped at one of the pages which contained IU Team’s photo, too bad the whole book was written in Chinese so the staff unnie tried to cheer her up by telling her that they could translate right away using mobile apps. All of them joked a few times about looking for someone who knows Mandarin and asked everyone to hurry up and learn the language too.

Click here for some details of the book

IU really likes the calligraphy gift that we gave her so she took a special proof shot with it. Since it’s written in Chinese, she asked us about the meaning of the poem. We were still in a daze at that time so we only explained briefly that it’s a poem about the moon. IU said she would try to look for a professional to interpret it.

Poem: The Moon Festival by Su Shi

When will the moon be clear and bright? With a cup of wine in my hand, I ask the blue sky. I don’t know what season it would be in the heavens on this night. I’d like to ride the wind to fly home. Yet I fear the crystal and jade mansions are much too high and cold for me. Dancing with my moon-lit shadow, It does not seem like the human world. The moon rounds the red mansion stoops to silk-pad doors, Shines upon the sleepless Bearing no grudge, Why does the moon tend to be full when people are apart? People may have sorrow or joy, be near or far apart, The moon may be dim or bright, wax or wane, This has been going on since the beginning of time. May we all be blessed with longevity though far apart, We are still able to share the beauty of the moon together.

Even though we are thousands of miles and oceans (Yellow Sea) apart, nothing can stop us from surrendering our hearts to the full moon (Man Wol) C-Uaenas present president Jang Man Wol this poem And may the opening of Hotel Del Luna blossom

*Yellow Sea is a marginal sea of the Pacific Ocean located between mainland China and the Korean Peninsula. *Full Moon is pronounced the same way as Man Wol in both Chinese and Korean.

밝은 달은 어느 때나 떠오를지 술잔을 잡고 하늘에 물어본다. 달 속에 있는 궁궐은 오늘밤은 어느 해인지 모르겠구나. 나는 바람을 타고 돌아가고자 하니 달 속의 궁궐이 높은 곳이라 추위를 견디지 못할까 두려워라. 일어나 춤추니 그림자도 따라 도는데 어찌 인간 세계와 비길 수가 있으랴 달그림자가 붉은 누각 빙 돌며 곱게 조각한 창문에 드리우니 달빛에 비추어져 잠을 이룰 수 없네. 더 이상 번뇌가 있을 수 없는데 무슨 일로 오래도록 이별할 때에 이렇게 둥근가? 인간에겐 슬픔과 기쁨, 이별과 만남이 있고 달은 흐리고 맑고, 둥글고 이지러짐이 있으니 이런 일은 예전부터 완전하기가 어려워라. 다만 바라기는 멀리 떨어져 있는 이가 오래 살아서 천 리 밖에서도 이 밝은 달을 함께 구경했으면.

Note: This is a famous Mid-Autumn lyric written by Sushi(a poet in Song Dynasty) for his brother Zi-you(1039-1112) when the poet was away from the imperial court. According to some commentators, “the palace on high” might allude to the imperial palace and therefore, after reading this lyric, Emperor Song Shen Zong said that Su Shi was loyal.

When IU was giving us her signature as acknowledgement (of the fan support), we noticed that IU’s mandarin pinyin skills were remarkably impressive, she came up with most of the pinyin (as shown in the picture) and kept seeking confirmation from us (just incase she made a mistake). She wanted to write 시원한 여름 (a cool and refreshing summer) so badly because it kind of means “watching horror movies” in Korea too (납량). She wanted to write “we will see each other very soon” so she added “see you soon” in English too. It was obvious that IU urged to write using lots of pinyin but she didn’t have much time since the drama team was rushing to another filming venue already. Nevertheless, she drew a big thumbs up and yummy bowl of rice for us and was eventually made fun by IU Team. They jokingly asked her “what are those?”, making IU shooting daggers at them keke.

“Dear. OnlyU-IU China ♥ Thank you all!! Well done!! 👍 Yummy 🍚💕 Miss you guys…♥ I love you guys! Stay healthy! - from IU”

“Dear C-uaenas ♥ I miss you all very much See U soon! Don’t fall sick...☆ Thank you! 😊 - from IU”

Lastly, we told IU that we would enjoy watching the drama to which she replied “please do enjoy (watch) the show (properly), it’s very interesting.” She kept thanking us a few times in Mandarin after bidding farewell to us too.

The PD came by after that and took the huge IU (with her head facing down) photo away, explaining that he would hang it in the waiting room. We weren’t sure whose waiting room he was referring to since we didn’t dare to question more, so we could only pray and hope earnestly that he’s taking it to IU’s room TT.

Then we sent off the coffee truck & buffet tent owners and bid farewell to the entire crew on the set before leaving. We lost count of how many times we went around the set to bow (give greetings) to make sure we didn’t miss any corner of it.

Despite being short of hands due to some of our members who couldn’t make it last minute, but we are very happy to have completed the fan support, passed IU her gift in person and relayed her greetings and thanks to C-Uaenas safely. We are fully aware that IU made lots of adorable facial expressions and kept a smile on her face all the time because she wanted to express her gratitude towards Uaenas who worked hard together to bring up the fan support to her on the set. Once again, we thank Uaenas who contributed in this fan support. We will continue to give IU the best fan support!

Source: OnlyU-IU 中国首站 @ Weibo Translated by IUteamstarcandy

#iu #190711 #translation #OnlyIUcn #drama #fansupport #Hotel Del Luna

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rike-with-love · 4 years

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Melody of our Hearts (chapter 3)

Pairings: Okikagu, Gintsu (minor), Takaban (minor)

Rating: M for mature content, bad language, fluff, light angst, enemies to friends to lovers

Disclaimer: I don’t own Gintama or it’s characters, Sorachi Hideaki does. I only own this story.

Chapter 3

<- Previous chapter ~~ Next Chapter ->

The grand outdoor concert was just two days away and Kagura had trained for her performance like a madwoman.

Otsu had planned a very simple choreography for Kagura and she would be forever grateful to her fellow idol for doing so.

After another practice session Kagura felt better about her performance. But still, she had her doubts. It was like Kagura wasn't at the level she should already be.

Dancing is fun so why can't I get it right, Kagura cursed to herself as she went through the steps in her head.

”Hey Otsu,” Kagura called as they were changing out of their training clothes.

”Yeah?”

Kagura slipped her pastel pink overall skirt over her white t-shirt. ”Thanks for being so patient with me,” she said.

It was true that Kagura knew the steps, but somehow she had difficulties with making the choreo look graceful. And it pained her. She wanted nothing more than to execute Otsu's vision perfectly.

”Oh come on, don't be silly,” Otsu said waved her hand at Kagura. ”You're doing a great job for someone who hasn't danced a lot of choreos.”

”Heh...thanks”, Kagura said and smiled a bit.

”I mean, you have the steps down already. All you have to do now is to get out of your head,” Otsu said and walked closer to the dance studio's mirror.

Kagura followed the girl, she felt puzzled by her words. ”What do you mean by that?”

Otsu tightened her bright purple side ponytail and glanced at Kagura. ”You think about the steps too much.”

”Oh,” Kagura said and scratched her right temple.

”Dancing is about feeling the steps, otherwise you'll just look like a robot”, Otsu explained. ”Do you know what I mean?”

Kagura understood exactly what she was saying. It just wasn't so easy to do that. ”Yeah...I just need to practice some more.”

”Sure, I come and help you when I have the time,” Otsu said and picked up her favourite piece of clothing from the floor. A canary yellow leather jacket. She wore it with everything, no matter the weather or the occasion, Otsu rocked that jacket.

Kagura had always admired the fellow idol for her bold and edgy look. A canary yellow wasn't a color for everyone. Usually Otsu wore a lot of black clothes, with a sprinkle of purple or yellow here and there. Nets and leather seemed to be her favourite materials.

As punk as Otsu's look was, her personality was the opposite. She was sweet as a pie, silly and very talented to top it all off. Otsu was always there to help everyone in need and that was actually the biggest reason Kagura liked her so much.

Today Otsu had chosen black skinny jeans and a black loose t-shirt with a text: black is my happy color. A classic look from Otsu.

Kagura also tightened her ponytails in front of the mirror. She had her vermillion hair pulled into two pigtails on the back of her head.

Kagura was more into cutesy things rather than chains and studs. Her pink overall skirt's hem reached just above her knees so it worked perfectly as a dress. Kagura had attached matching pink fluffy pompoms to her pigtails just for fun. She was truly a sucker for everything cute.

Kagura huffed quietly in front of the mirror.

”What is it?” Otsu asked and turned to look at Kagura.

”Well...I just realized that I'm running out of time with my practicing.”

”Ah...yeah. Two days to go.”

Kagura exhaled deeply, pushing the air forcefully through her mouth. She looked like a wide eyed puffer fish with her puckered lips. Otsu couldn't help but to giggle a bit.

”I'm sure you'll pull it off,” Otsu said.

”Heh...maybe,” Kagura hummed. ”I'm just glad I'm performing first...so I don't have to go right after the great dancing squad.”

Otsu giggled again. ”For me it's quite the opposite.”

”Huh?”

”Gura...you're hands down the best singer in here. The rest of us have to push really hard to reach even half of your level.”

”Pppffffff!”

”You don't have to be so modest”, Otsu chuckled.

Kagura loved singing, she really did. Otsu wasn't the first one to tell her she was a great singer. Gintoki was the very first person to point it out to her and his words impacted her deeply. From a young age, she began to hone her natural talent.

”Eh, we should get going already, yes”, Kagura said to change the subject.

She knew she was a wonderful singer and a very confident one too, but at this very moment Otsu's sweet words unfortunately fell to deaf ears. Kagura was a perfectionist, and her lacking dance skills bothered her.

Kagura knew that she had a lot of growing up to do. Mostly with being able to cut some slack to herself. Then again, she was an artist. Is there even such a thing as a mellow, always self-forgiving artist? I think not.

For Kagura, aiming for perfection was her fuel and bringing joy to people was he rgoal.

”Right, Shinpachi told us to come to the break room”, Otsu recalled. ”I'm ready if you are.”

”Yup, let's go,” Kagura chirped.

* *

Before Kagura and Otsu entered the break-room, both could hear some voices coming from inside. It sounded like a flock of hens assembled into a tiny space, which obviously meant that the four remaining members of Sugar Addicts were already there.

Sugar Addicts consisted of five members: Otsu, Yunah, Minty, Ruby and Soyeon.

Yunah was the oldest, she had long black hair with slightly overgrown bangs. She was serious a person with a calm voice. Similar to Otsu, she showed a more passionate side when she was performing, especially during dancing.

Minty and Ruby were identical twins. They both shared a great passion for music from a young age and aiming to be idols together felt like the most natural thing to do. Minty had long black hair with turquoise tips and Ruby had the same cut but with red tips.

Soyeon was the youngest of the group. She had dark brown shoulder length hair. She appeared to be innocent and quiet girl, but behind closed doors she had an opinion about everything. A quality that could help her or hurt her.

As the girls entered the room, a cheerful greeting was the first thing they heard. ”Otsu-ya! Gura-ya!*” Minty said with a smile and waved her hand.

”Hi guys!” Kagura said and lifted her hand at the girls.

All four of them were sitting on a big green couch which Gintoki had provided for the break-room. It was actually his old couch, but Kagura wasn't going to tell anyone that secret piece of information.

Kagura and Otsu sat on the floor next to the couch. ”You had vocal lessons today, right?” Otsu asked her band mates.

”Yeah, we practiced a lot with Kawakami-nim”, Minty said.

”He was worried for you Otsu”, Yunah said, voice as soft as silk.

”Really? Why?” Otsu asked.

”He said you should focus more on yourself rather than helping others all the time,” Soyeon said nonchalantly. She threw a look at Kagura during her words, arousing a lift of an eyebrow from the surprised girl.

Intentiously or not, it felt like she threw some serious shade on Kagura's way. Luckily for Soyeon, Kagura was too tired to stir up anything from a small thing like that. She just stared Soyeon deep into her brown eyes to show her that she heard the comment loud and clear.

Otsu tried to avoid confrontation at all costs, so she laughed nervously to defuse the slight tension surrounding the small space. ”Ah, stop worrying girls. I'm seeing Kawakami-nim later today.”

Yunah crossed her arms loosely. ”Good.”

”Ah, did Shinpachi-shi* tell you to come here too?” Ruby asked.

”Yes, he wanted to talk about the concert”, Otsu said.

”Well then...I guess we have time to kill before he gets here,” Soyeon said and sighed a little.

”Hmm...Patsuan is usually on time... I hope everything is okay,” Kagura worried and scratched her neck.

Otsu giggled. ”You call him Patsuan?”

”Is he your boyfriend or something?” Soyeon teased.

Kagura frowned her brows and huffed dramatically. ”NO! I've just known him for many years, yes.”

”Ne, I think Soyeon was only joking, right?” Ruby said.

”Maybe, maybe not,” Soyeon snarled. Her annoyingly vague answer raised some frustration in Kagura, but it appeared to amuse the rest of the girls.

”Whatever, I don't care,” Kagura muttered. ”Shinpachi is like a brother to me and that's that.”

Otsu stroked Kagura's arm gently, she felt bad that her friend felt attacked. She firmly believed it was the pressure of the concert pressing on everyone's shoulders that caused some rudeness from some of her band mates.

”Why don't we watch some tv to pass the time,” Otsu suggested.

Minty snatched the remote control from a small round coffee table. ”Great idea Otsu unnie*.”

All six girls turned their attention to the small screen. Kagura hoped that there would be some re-runs of her favorite dramas or something light-hearted like that.

Minty switched channels like she was looking for the holy grail of tv shows. Ruby grew tired of her sisters channel surfing and tried to take the remote to away from her. It naturally resulted in some feisty sibling banter.

Kagura lost all hope on ever getting to watch any show. She shifted her focus on the white walls of the room.

She thought it would be amazing to decorate the walls of the break room with photos from everyone. Pictures of upcoming concerts, tours, music video shoots and red carpet events. That way the room would work as a diary of sorts for the Yorozuya Entertainment.

A simple place to remember where everyone began their journey to stardom.

A sudden gasp snapped Kagura out of her thoughts. She searched for the source of such a loud noise. Her eyes darted at Minty and Ruby. Both girls were frozen still, eyes sparkling and tightly glued to the tv screen.

”Oh! Stop changing the channel,” Soyeon said and leaned closer to the tv.

”It would be plain illegal to change the channel now,” Ruby said.

”Agreed sis,” Minty affirmed.

Otsu took a better look at the tv screen. Even Kagura got extremely curious. What an earth was so intriguing to everyone, she thought.

It was a music video. After the first beats of the song, Otsu started bobbing her head a little. ”Oh! It's Ω mega,” she said.

”Yeah! I haven't heard this song in ages,” Soyeon said and began to move with the music.

Kagura looked at the screen. Ω mega was an extremely succesful boy band who had dominated the charts for the past five years. Kagura had heard about them, but she didn't have a specific interest on the group.

”I love them!” Minty said.

”Me too!” Ruby agreed.

Even the ever cool Yunah had an opinion about Ω mega. ”I've always admired their dancing skills”, she commented

”Me too,” Otsu said.

Kagura turned to look at Otsu, she wasn't expecting her to fangirl over the mighty Ω mega. In Kagura's eyes, they were a somewhat overhyped group with their millions and millions of adoring fans and hefty amount of awards.

”Oh, this is my favourite part!” Minty gloated and pointed her finger at the screen. Her enthusiasm drawed Kagura's eyes back to the screen.

A man with light brown hair took the center spot in a very complex dance sequence. His moves were smooth and effortless, even Kagura acknowledged his dancing abilities.

The video jumped between the dance scene and close-ups of the man. He had icy blue contacts like many idols these days had, luring pretty much any viewer to look solely at him.

”He is so hot,” Soyeon marvelled

”He is seriously unreal,” Ruby said and fanned her face with her hands.

Kagura scratched her head. ”Who is that?”

Every single member of the Sugar Addicts turned to look at Kagura. They looked at her like she had asked if the water was wet.

”What do you mean who is that??” Minty asked with mouth gaped open.

”You can't be serious,” Ruby added.

Kagura felt annoyed. Why the hell was this one so-called hot boy so important, she thought.

”That's S, the main-dancer and vocalist of Ω mega,” Otsu explained. ”And to be honest, the most popular member of the whole group.”

”Uh...okay,” Kagura simply said. She wasn't sure what kind of reaction the other girls were expecting from her. Was she supposed to throw twelve cartwheels for his honor and throw her panties up in the air.

Well...that wasn't going to happen. ”I haven't heard of him”, Kagura said and shrugged her shoulders.

”Oh Gura...you're in for a treat,” Minty said.

”We'll tell you everything you need to know,” Ruby continued.

Before Kagura could turn down the wonderful offer, she was showered with a bucket load of info on the idol.

”His stage name is S, he is 22-year-old Japanese-Korean superstar working under Cosmos Recors”, Minty began.

”He debuted in Ω mega, the greatest boy group ever in my opinion. But he went solo just a few months ago,” Ruby said.

”He is an extremely talented dancer, even said to be one of the best in the industry,” Yunah said to Kagura's surprise. He must be very influential as he even got the attention of Yunah, Kagura thought.

”I really loved his solo debut song Skin,” Otsu said.

”Oh yes! I loved it too!” Soyeon said.

”It was a really dirty song in my opinion,” Yunah pointed out, making all the members of Sugar Addicts giggle.

”But that was the best part Yunah unnie!” Soyeon said tongue in cheek.

Kagura felt a little uncomfortable. All five girls around her were gushing over this mysterious S, so she naturally felt left-out. Maybe if she showed some interest on him it would ease the situation, Kagura thought.

”So...what does the S stand for?” Kagura asked.

”Well...it's never actually been confirmed by Cosmos Records, but fans have many theories,” Ruby said.

”Most of us think it's the first initial of his real name, which we still don't know,” Minty said and playfully shook her clenched fists.

”Or it could be, superstar, Seoul, swag...” Soyeon listed.

”Swag?!” Otsu laughed.

”No-one is stupid enough to call themselves swag...” Kagura said and raised her eyebrow. ”Hey! Maybe the S stands for stupid?”

Kagura's fantastic suggestion wasn't well received among the girls. Who could have guessed that..?

”It could be his hometown's initial or an animal,” Yunah continued.

”That's the part of his charm. The mystery of S,” Soyeon pointed out.

”I think so too,” Minty said and nodded her head a couple of times.

”Also, he is known to interact with fans a lot,” Otsu said.

”Yes, there are hundred of videos online of S appearing in random places to surprise any fan who spots him,” Minty explained.

”Okay...” Kagura said, still feeling a little unimpressed. He wasn't the first idol to interact with fans, althought he seemed to be a bit more active with it than others.

”A-anyway,” Otsu said and turned to Kagura. ”After all the new information we gave you, what do you think about him?”

Kagura felt five pairs of eyes staring right in to her soul. They were clearly expecting some sort of smitten reaction from her. So Kagura glanced at the tv screen to help her form a fair and well thought-out opinion of the handsome man called S.

The music video was on its last frames. S was sitting on a rustic looking chair in a dimly lighted space. The camera's angle was a side-profile of him and the chair. S slumped his back against the chair with a small slow-motion effect.

He ran his hand on his hair and looked away from the camera. A light hit his face just enough to highlight his sharp jaw line. Then the frame faded away with the last note of the song.

Kagura thought the song and video were okay, but when it came down to the beloved S, she had only one word for him.

”Meh.”

”MEH?!” Ruby and Minty shouted in unison.

Soyeon shook her head in disapproval, but Kagura couldn't care less. Otsu and Yunah weren't as baffled as the rest of the girls, but a little surprised. Meh was quite diminishing after all.

Shinpachi walked in to the break-room just in time before the passionate S stans* attacked Kagura's opinion. ”Hi everyone!” Shinpachi said and drawed the attention of all six girls.

”Oh, hello Shinpachi-shi,” Yunah said. ”We've been waiting for you a while now.”

Shinpachi scratched the back of his head. ”Ah, sorry. Sakata-nim had some urgent matters I had to take care of.”

”It's okay,” Soyeon chirped like the two-faced creature she was.

”We need to leave to the park, they finally got the electricity working on the stage,” Shinpachi informed.

Without further words, all the aspiring idols stood up, smiling and ready to go. Kagura snatched the remote control from the couch to turn off the tv, which was apparently running another music video from Ω mega. She sighed and pressed the power button.

As the group of people followed Shinpachi out of the building, Otsu pulled Kagura to slow down her pace. ”Hey,” she whispered.

”Hey,” Kagura whispered back and grinned sweetly.

Otsu looked like she had something on her mind, but for some reason she held her words back. ”What is it Otsu?” Kagura asked.

”Oh...you noticed...,” Otsu said quietly.

”I did. Tell me what's on your mind.”

Otsu shook of the unnecessary nervousness she was feeling and spoke up. ”Uh, it's just that...why you disliked S so much?”

”We're still taking about that guy?” Kagura asked. She was surprised about Otsu's question, maybe S was more important idol to her than Kagura had thought.

”Hey...I'm serious.”

”Okay okay...well, I didn't say I disliked him,” Kagura explained. ”It's just that I don't understand what you all see in him.”

Otsu nodded her head a couple of times, she was happy that Kagura wasn't afraid to speak her mind around her. ”Right...but he is a wonderful dancer. You can't deny that Gura,” Otsu giggled.

”Sure, maybe he is,” Kagura said and flicked her long ponytails. ”I just think that most of you adore him because of his looks rather than the dancing, yes.”

”Yeah, maybe some fans do, but I don't really mind.”

”I mean obviously you don't. You're all gushing about him and it's just a little off-putting to me.”

Otsu glanced at Kagura with a neutral look on her face. ”So you don't like him because we all admire him so much?”

”Uh...I-I don't know”, Kagura mumbled. She had difficulties with finding the right words. ”I just think it's shallow to like an idol just because of their looks.”

Otsu fell speechless, she wasn't sure how to feel about Kagura's statement.

”What?” Kagura asked.

”But I'm not a fan because of his looks,” Otsu said. ”As I said, I admire his dancing abilities.”

”Yes you did. I heard that,” Kagura said to reassure her friend. ”I just feel like everyone are so insanely crazy about him and I don't want to become a fan of someone just because everyone else so passionately are.”

Otsu stopped walking. ”So...if I understood correctly, the only reason you don't like him, is because he is so darn popular”, Otsu said.

Kagura halted her movement at Otsu's words. Her tone was serious.

”Don't you think you're being the shallow one right now?” Otsu simply asked.

Kagura was caught off guard by Otsu's question. She hadn't even thought about her own words from another point of view. And they were hella rude to say the least. Kagura pretty much unintentionally bashed Otsu for stanning a popular idol she liked.

Before Kagura could apologize or say anything at all, Otsu continued walking forward. Kagura watched silently as the purple haired girl caught up with her group and easily joined their conversation.

”Oi Gura! What are you standing there?” Shinpachi called from a distance. ”We have to go!”

”Y-yeah! I'm coming”, Kagura said and skipped after everyone. Her thoughts were all over place after her friends comment. The only thing she was certain about was that she needed to apologize to Otsu for being so inconsiderate to her.

And the other thing she needed to think about, was her own shallowness. Was his massive popularity really the reason she didn't get his charm? Or was there something else?

A/N: *ya: used as a ”hello” when attached into one's name in the Korean language, (Kagura-ya! = Hey Kagura!) *shi: Korean honorific, meaning mr. or mrs. *unnie: a female calls an older female as unnie in the Korean language *stan: a portmanteau of the words ”stalker” and ”fan”, refers to someone who is overly obsessed with a celebrity (urban dictionary), I personally feel like ”stanning” a group/celebrity isn't necessarily overly obsessing, more like a hardcore fan thing (correct me if I'm wrong)

#okikagu #gintama #kagura #okita sougo #okita x kagura #kagura x okita #au #fanfiction #k-pop au #alternate universe #fluff #drama #romance #light angst #slow burn #i repeat slow burn

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