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zuhaism · 2 months
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⊹ 。˚ 𓂃 ♡ STORMS ?! ┊ kim minjeong ⁺
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synopsis : y/n and minjeong never talks. what happens when they’re forced to?
pairing : aespa5th!member x kim minjeong
genre : fluff
author’s note : this is the same y/n frm the karina one lolsss
y/n and winter had never been that close; they had only exchanged a few sentences while preparing for their debut. being the only pair of introverts in the group didn't help, as they were often left alone in silence when the other three went out.
"y/n!!" a shout echoed from across the hallway as the lights flickered during a blackout. the thunder outside was intense. "minjeong unnie?" y/n called out, venturing toward minjeong's room with her phone's flashlight guiding the way.
the other three had left earlier for their schedules, leaving y/n and minjeong free for the evening. they usually spent most of their time doing their own thing, not communicating much. y/n was fine with it; they had never had a full-length conversation before, so nothing changed.
the flashing phone in y/n's hands illuminated the hallway and minjeong's doorway. the door to her room was open, and y/n found minjeong curled up on her bed, hands covering her eyes as another thunderous sound echoed outside.
minjeong opened her eyes and met y/n in the doorway. she sat up straight and slowly made her way toward y/n. the smaller girl latched onto y/n when another loud bang from the thunder erupted. y/n chuckled under her breath, wrapping her left arm around minjeong's shoulder, eliciting a furrowed brow from minjeong.
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"the circuit got cut off. i don't think i can fix it," y/n said, eyeing the power box adjacent to the kitchen where minjeong was seated. minjeong groaned in response. y/n chuckled awkwardly after closing the power box and walking up to the older girl.
minjeong's head dropped onto the kitchen island. y/n stood beside minjeong, unsure of what to say, pondering whether it was an awkward or comfortable silence for minjeong. in the dimly lit kitchen, y/n broke the silence cautiously.
"um, do you wanna sit on the couch? it's more comfortable," y/n suggested, her voice uncertain. minjeong looked up and nodded in agreement. the two awkwardly shuffled to the living room, avoiding eye contact in the flickering glow of y/n's phone, revealing their unease.
y/n took a seat in the middle of the couch, and minjeong hesitated before settling beside her. the distance between them felt awkward. as another clap of thunder reverberated through the apartment, minjeong visibly tensed, instinctively scooting closer to y/n, seeking comfort from the younger girl. y/n, caught off guard, welcomed minjeong's presence with a pang of empathy.
unsure of how to handle the situation, y/n wrapped her arms around minjeong's shoulder, trying to ignore the effect she had on her. minjeong jumped and squealed as another loud bang happened outside, burying her head into y/n's shoulder.
y/n looked down at minjeong, who had buried her head into her shoulder. "so, how do you pass the time during storms?" y/n struck up a conversation to avoid an awkward atmosphere.
minjeong looked up with confusion in her eyes. "huh?" y/n swallowed a lump in her throat, breaking eye contact. "i thought you were scared, so, um—I thought it might help."
"music helps," minjeong remarked, her gaze fixed on the younger girl. she felt a subtle warmth as y/n retrieved her phone from the coffee table, playing 'die 4 you' by dean. minjeong kept her eyes on y/n as she sat back beside her, letting her head rest on the couch with closed eyes, lost in the soothing melody. minjeong instinctively drew closer to y/n, snuggling into the crook of y/n's neck.
the remaining three members arrived home, their laughter filling the apartment as they stumbled upon the usually reserved duo, now entwined in a very intimate cuddle, bathed in the glow of the living room lights. giggles echoed across the apartment as they took pictures of the cuddling duo.
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ourdadai · 2 months
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ᨳ̲ winter ( aespa ) lockscreens
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dem-obscure-imagines · 3 months
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Let It Snow
Pietro Maximoff x Reader
Fandom: MCU
Summary: When the power goes out at the Facility, Pietro makes sure you’re keeping warm.
Note: Takes place in an “Everybody is alive and lives at the Avengers Facility” AU. Wanted to kick out one more Christmas/Winter imagine before getting into the New Year’s stuff.
Warnings: None?
Word Count: 1.5k
Reader Is: Gender Neutral, an Avenger.
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To be honest, you didn’t notice it at first, the slight chill in the air. You continued your work, typing away on the loud, typewriter-style keyboard on the fancy, expensive computer Bruce had built for you (with Tony’s money, of course).
And then it got…worse.
Your toes were numb and you were shivering, despite the long sleeves you were wearing.
You slid your feet into some slippers and walked out into the hallway, arms huddled around yourself as you wandered from your room, down the hall to where the thermostat was. You gave the up button a cursory press, waiting for the screen to blink to life and tell you what it was set to, but it didn’t.
Huh. Well, that was something, wasn’t it?
“(Y/N). Hello.” Vision materialized beside you, causing you to jolt in shock. “My apologies, I did not mean to startle you.”
“It’s fine, Vision. Do you know what this is all about?” You asked, shivering and motioning to the busted thermostat.
“It appears the furnace is broken. Mr. Stark and Dr. Banner are attempting repairs now, but it may take quite some time.”
“Oh. Gotcha.” You nodded, “Thanks for the info.”
“Of course. I do recommend you bundle up. It seems your body temperature is steadily decreasing.”
“Will do.” You saluted and pivoted on your heel, just in time to catch a face full of Pietro as he sped down the hall, sliding to a stop.
You ever so gracefully fell on the floor, staring up at him, disgruntled. “Nice one, Sonic.”
He chuckled, offering a hand, but you got up on your own, dusting yourself off. “What is the problem?”
“Furnace is busted.” You explained, patting his arm as you began walking away.
Pietro started walking backwards, keeping pace with you. “Where are you going?”
“To get into something warmer. Might be a while.”
One of his eyebrows quirked up. “Well, you know, I’ve heard skin to skin contact is the fastest way to warm up, if you need some help with that. I do have ‘improved homeostasis,’ as Banner puts it.”
“I’m good, thanks.” You deadpanned, shutting your door in his face. You could feel him lingering there for a moment before running back down the hall to his room, you presumed. You chuckled and rolled your eyes. Pietro was a flirt. Always had been. But things like this never worked out with people like him. Not in your experience, at least.
You changed into a cozy, zip-up onesie, feeling a lot warmer than before, especially with the hood over your head. You got back to your tying for a while. A few hours at least…until the lights went out.
“Great!” You threw your hands up, rolling away from the desk in your dark room.
In a huff, you stood up and walked to your window. It was a blizzard out there, inches and inches of snow on the ground. There was a knock on the door and whirled around to answer it. Part of you expected it to be Pietro standing there, but instead, it was Steve with a flashlight.
“Oh, hey. Is this because of the blizzard?”
“No, Tony says he snipped the wrong wire.” Steve shook his head. “Or something. Might be a while before it gets fixed.”
It was already getting late, and you were planning on going to sleep soon, but now, you weren’t so sure you should if you didn’t want to wake up a popsicle. “Okay, thanks for letting me know.”
You said, turning back to grab your phone and your water bottle to refill it before you figured out exactly what it was you should do in the meantime.
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About an hour later, Pietro found you on the couch in the living room, shivering and reading a book by the light of a tiny, battery powered reading light. You were bundled up and, due to the lack of windows, you were pretty sure it was the warmest room in the facility. But as the temperature continued to drop, it didn’t seem to matter where you were.
“(Y/N), what are you doing in here?” He said, concern etched deep into his accented words. You met his eyes, wrought with worry and only offered a shaking shrug.
“I don’t want to g-go to sleep until the h-heat comes back on.”
He shook his head, crossing the room slowly for once, taking his time with each step. He sat beside you, not even bundled up beyond a hoodie and some sweatpants. For the first time in your life, you envied his powers. Carefully, giving you every opportunity to shove him off of you, he gently lifted your blanket, guided your book to the coffee table, and crawled on top of you, settling his body atop yours and sandwiching you between himself and the couch. He pulled the blanket back on top of the both of you, adjusting his head into the crook of your neck.
You were stiff at first, but at his warmth, you all but melted, eyes closing in bliss, your arms relaxing around him as you chased that feeling. His warmth. His scent, that sharp, woodsy cologne he was so infatuated with.
“Is this alright?” He asked, voice low and raspy.
You nodded, relaxing further into his hold, letting him warm you up. You pulled him closer, relishing in the feeling of your shivers slowly stopping. “Pietro…”
“I won’t say anything. The others don’t have to know.” He assured you, meeting your eyes before settling down again.
“I’m not too worried about that.” You whispered, suddenly overcome by it all. His proximity, his voice, the way his body felt melded against yours. It was right, what they said. Fitting like puzzle pieces.
“You’re not?” He asked, mischief at the edge of his tone. “Who are you and what have you done with (Y/N)?”
You scoffed. “You know, contrary to popular belief, I don’t dislike you, Pietro.”
“I don’t dislike you either.” He replied with a chuckle. “Kind of the opposite, in fact.”
Your heart picked up a quicker rhythm, cheeks flushing. You were kind of thankful the two of you were cuddled up in the dark. You hoped nightvision wasn’t one of his secret powers, or you were sure you’d never see the end of it.
“Please say something.” He murmured at the silence.
“You…”
“I thought it was obvious.” He muttered, words quick, flat at the edges.
You let another moment pass, choosing your words.
“I’m sorry. We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to—”
You touched his face with a cold hand, guiding his chin so you could attempt to look him in the eyes in the silvery rays of light streaming in the window. “I like you, too.”
He grinned, breath catching in his throat. “You mean it?”
“I have for a while.” You confessed. “Since that first training session when you bulldozed me on the track.”
“I did not bulldoze you!”
“I don’t know, I felt pretty bulldozed, laying there, flat on my back, feet knocked out from under me.”
He chuckled. “I was trying to impress you.”
“Mission accomplished.” You laughed at the way frustration crept into his words. “I could never forget about it. My very first week on the team and already, someone was out to get me.”
“Oh my God.” He rolled his eyes, the words sounding unsure on his tongue. He shook his head, gaze softening as he reached up, a careful hand brushing the hair out of your face. “Are you warmer now, drága?”
“Much.” You nodded, brushing the tip of your nose against his. “I do have another idea for warming up, though…”
He smirked. “Such as?”
“Do I have to spell it out for you?”
“Please do.”
You rolled your eyes, and looped an arm around his neck, tugging him down to you and crushing your lips to his. He hummed in agreement, calloused fingers hooking your jaw, keeping you close as his kissed you tenderly, passionately, lips soft and perfect and experienced. He was the perfect distraction from the freezing room around you.
Then, suddenly, there was a loud thrum and the power kicked back on, bathing the room in light. You squinted, the appliances in the kitchen all beeping as they came back to life.
Pietro shielded his eyes with a hand, still hovering over you. You stared up at him for a long, quiet moment, still not entirely sure it had happened until he dipped back down and pressed a long kiss to your cheek, his stubble tickling your skin.
“Now let’s get you to bed, hmm?” He asked, helping you off of the couch as the facility gradually warmed back up. The two of you walked down the hall together and you yawned.
“What were you two doing down there?” Bucky asked, standing in his doorway. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
“I was just letting (Y/N) know the heat was back on.” Pietro shrugged. “I am the quickest, you know.”
“Uh-huh. Right.” Bucky nodded, suspicious, but backing away into his room anyway.
You got to your door and stopped in the doorway, turning to look at Pietro. His hand grabbed at your waist, tugging you in for a kiss that you gladly returned. When you parted, you watched him speed down the hall, hoping that when you woke, it wouldn’t all be some sweet, winter dream.
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lingerina · 5 months
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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝓡𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐃 // kim minjeong
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➛ gp prisoner!minjeong x prison warden fem!reader ➛ pwp, g!p, panty gagging, hair pulling, use of handcuffs, mating press, implied multiple orgasms, squirting, creampie ➛ 1k words ➛ you’re shown who’s the real prisoner here.
💬 a belated birthday present for the most deranged beloved winter stan @wintersera ♡
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Nightfall has long shrouded the city in darkness, but what’s the difference between night and day when your work environment is darker than midnight woes?
You aspire to be like your aunt: authoritative, firm on her feet, and can rattle fear in even the toughest men.
Because unlike her, you’re soft. You fall apart when someone raises their voice at you. You may have gotten slightly better at keeping your chin up but you’re nowhere near your aunt’s level. A part-time job you worked in high school improved your social skills, so a challenging job where you may deal with some hardheaded individuals—like being a prison warden—should be able to toughen you up even a little bit, right?
You amble down the cell hall with a flashlight in hand. Most of the prisoners have fallen asleep, but you have a specific cell to visit.
Not that you need to.
Your eardrums almost vibrate from the deafening thumps of your racing heart, your clammy hand squeezing the flashlight to your chest as you come close to your destination.
Once you reach her cell, you shine the light directly into it and find her, Kim Minjeong, sitting in a chair in the middle of the small enclosure. Slouched, legs crossed and outstretched, and arms folded over her chest as she arches her brow, she smirks.
She has you wrapped around her finger, and you make no opposition.
“I thought you’d never come,” she chuckles.
The clank of the cell door locking reverberates. Maybe the cellmates several doors down can hear it, but you still wince due to how loud it is in your head. Not only does the pin-drop silence amplify every little sound, but you’re concerned that the prisoner you deliberately locked yourself in with may hear your heart threatening to leap out of your chest, and take advantage of your fear.
And excitement.
“Don’t be shy now. Come take a seat.”
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It’s shameful. 
You acknowledge your weakness, but you didn’t realize just how low it can go. There’s no excuse for you to engage in relations with a prisoner, but something about Minjeong draws you in.
She’s gorgeous. She shows no sign of inflicting violence on you and doesn’t look down on you as some ‘little girl posing as a guard’. Though she’s heavily flirtatious, she still treats you like a human.
Except in this very moment where your own cuffs are around your wrist and your mouth is stuffed with your soiled panties. She was quick to get rid of your clothes, which have been thrown aside, but she still has her uniform on. You had taken a seat on her lap when she offered and now you’re bouncing on her cock. She’s occupied by your chest, curious hands squeezing your tits together while her lips are latched onto a nipple, sucking and tugging and flicking it with her tongue. Whenever you started slowing down, she’d tangle her fingers through your hair and tug.
Hard.
“Come on, baby.” She pouts. “You can do better.”
Except you can’t.
You’re certain you can’t. Your thighs are shaking—burning—and you can’t control your hands. You can’t balance properly, and you can’t rest for a second. Your pleas and grunts are muffled by the fabric gag. You look utterly pathetic, but Minjeong doesn’t sympathize. She only utilizes the power she has over you.
When you don’t improve, she carries you to her bed and tosses you down. Landing on your cuffed wrists is not ideal but you don’t dwell on it for too long when she presses your legs up to your chest. The pressure of your thighs being crushed against your abdomen nearly folds you in half. A new angle is offered and your eyes immediately roll back as she fucks you.
Her hips don’t slack. You feel the force of every thrust stretching you open and hitting all the right spots. You practically feel her in the pit of your belly from how hard she’s pounding you. Fortunately, the darkness masks your late night rendezvous because you know that one look into her piercing eyes would have you falling apart. To be looked at like prey is to experience a swift downfall.
You like being her prey.
You didn’t get to recuperate after your previous orgasm, so your next one quickly hits you. It crashes over you in waves and you gush around her cock, creaming her with a messy release. She groans as she’s forced out of your squirting pussy, the ample wetness soaking the edge of the mattress and spilling to the floor. You were certain you didn’t have that much to give, but she always proves you wrong.
She will always get as much as she wants.
You’re spent. Shaking. But never mind that. Minjeong is quick to slide back into you, courtesy of your overflowing slick, and your cunt is subjected to another round. You feel so close to breaking. You try to escape her grip but what use is there when you’re cuffed and possess only half the strength that she does?
Who’s the real prisoner here?
“Oh fuck,” she grunts between gritted teeth. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna fucking come, and you’re gonna take it all.”
Fulfilling her promise, she bottoms out. You’re beyond full of her dick, and now the warmth of her release floods your insides, filling you up in ways that no one else can. She draws back, then shoves back in, pushing her cum deeper into you. Slow and steady thrusts like that leaves your head spinning.
She slowly removes her softened cock with a delighted sigh, and you feel her cum dribble out of you. It pools onto the sheet beneath you and you lay there lifelessly, trembling and panting.
You hear the sound of a zipper. Minjeong didn’t step out of her uniform so it should be easy for her to fix herself up. You, on the other hand, have been completely unraveled. It will take much longer for you to get yourself together.
“You can rest a little more, but don’t stay in here for too long.”
She gathers your clothes and gently sets them at the edge of the bed. “Don’t wanna get caught fucking your prisoner, do ya?”
You laugh once you catch your breath. 
“… When do you get out again?”
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pupyuj · 7 months
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[cw: smut, g!p, overstimulation, masturbation]
almost lost my train of thought here... but i was thinking about minjeong and short-circuited,, yknow.. the usual 😵‍💫 this is so long it might as well have been a full fic 😭😭 i probably said 'minjeong' way too many times here but ignore me okay i love her name...
EDIT: I GOT THE CWS WRONGJDJCNGK
your perv virgin bff minjeong who's always thinking about fucking you :(( even in some of her dreams you're there.. naked and telling her to give in to her temptations and then she wakes up with the most horrible hard on ever that she has to calm herself down 😭😭 but like she definitely could fuck you bcs it's not like you're a prude and you have slept with your other friends before,, but minjeong chickens out every time she could talk to you about it,,, how could she even talk about it?! her, the shy and 'pathetic' kim minjeong, asking for you, the sweet and charming (y/n) to have sex with her?? no, minjeong thinks she doesn't deserve that privilege 💔
bbut likeeee what if you invite her over to your house for your weekly movie nights,, minjeong arriving on time just like always, thinking the night was going to be just like the others where she has to try and keep her urges controlled while she watches you snore next to her 😭 and she's seeing you in one of your cute pajamas sets again and has a little mental breakdown inside her head bcs her bff was so dang cute :(( but she's also growing a fucking boner again bcs when is she not???? thank god you never minded that minjeong had a dick bcs she knew that if you were to take a glance down, you would see the very obvious tent in her sweatpants 😟🫣
minjeong sitting down on your bed, all changed in her pajamas and lazily browsing your movie collection,,, hiding her hard on under one of your plushies bcs ofc she had to be staring at your plump ass the entire time you walked around your room 😩
"shit,, i'm sorry minjeong, i forgot to buy us packets of hot chocolate earlier," you said, pouting cutely.
"it's okay, we can just have the bread and the other snacks," minjeong smiles at you, finding this side of yourself very endearing .
"mmm but i wanted a warm drink," you mumbled . just then, minjeong got a sick thought in her head that made her blush so hard, she had to focus her eyes back on the tv. ugh she was such a dirty-minded girl, she thought of you gulping up her cum like it was a cup of hot chocolate :((
"i'll run down to the convenience store real quick! will you be okay here?" and minjeong nodded. you've left her alone in your house before and usually she just stayed in your room and scrolled through her phone . "i'll lock the door, don't worry. i'll be back in a few!" and then you were gone. minjeong finally gets rid of the plushie on her lap and looked at her throbbing hard cock, her face all red . she was hopeless . she can't possibly try and get rid of it, she was in your room! you'd immediately know if your best friend decided to jack off and come on your bed! eventually, minjeong decided to just distract herself and pray that her cock will calm down on its own... and what does she do? walk around your room and clean up .
she arranged your plushies on your bed, fixed the framed pictures sitting atop your bookshelf, slid a few books back inside your bookshelf, cleaned up your study table and vanity mirror, then she makes her way inside your bathroom, where she saw a few of your dirty clothes lying on the floor . clicking her tongue, she picks it all up and throws it inside your dirty laundry basket... except a thin, purple pair of panties that she couldn't stop looking at while holding it in her hands. and oh no, there her boner goes again...
fuck, this was impossible. she has to do something, right??? you were going to be out and about for who knows how long... it should be okay, right???
minjeong making her way back to your bed with a sense of urgency :(( nearly tripping over her own feet trying to pull her pajama pants and panties off,, sitting back down on your bed, her cock hanging in the air,, oh she so knew this was wrong in all ways but she has to calm herself before you arrive or else she'll go through the embarrassment of you noticing her hard cock halfway through the night and possibly tease her about it :(((
meanwhile... you're rushing back to your house with a bag full of hot chocolate packets and a few extra snacks bcs you're paranoid that some guy might break in and hurt your little minjeong sjsndjkfkdf calling out to your best friend as soon as you're inside, taking off your flip flops and jacket and heading to the kitchen to heat up some water when you hear... groaning? oh god did somebody actually break in??!!! you rushing up the stairs with only minjeong's safety in mind and coming to a complete stop in front of your bedroom door when you hear minjeong's voice moaning... your name...?? you left the door slightly open earlier, so you took a peek inside...
lo and behold, your best friend, the sweetest, most innocent girl you know, has your favorite pair of panties wrapped around her hard cock 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 she doesn't notice you standing by the door yet, too lost in pleasure and too focused on getting herself to come . she's bucking her hips against the fabric, where the tiniest bit of your own slick from when you were wearing it before remain.. but then she puts your panties against her nose and inhaled, finding your scent so addicting... she's simultaneously jerking herself off and within the next seconds, she came with a whine.. and you watched as her cum spurted out of her cock and onto your bedsheets...
"holy fuck minjeong." bcs what else were you supposed to say!?
poor minjeong nearly bursting into tears when she realizes that you've watched her,, immediately hiding her cock underneath your blankets and dropping your panties on the floor,,, "i-i-i... you're s-supposed to be gone... you weren't supposed to see all that..!!" she's so embarrassed, it's almost heartbreaking 😔 but see, what minjeong doesn't know is that you don't give a fuck.
approaching her on the bed, standing by the side and grabbing her face, "minjeong.. don't cry, it's okay," you're saying bcs now the poor girl was actually in tears :(((
"i'm so s-sorry, (y/n)... i know i'm fucking weird.. i h-had to do something about it, i'm sorry..." ugh it really hurt to see your best friend like this :(( but.. you did say before that you would do anything to cheer her up... and what better way to do that than to relieve her?? ☺️☺️☺️
minjeong's eyes nearly bulging out of her head when you pulled the blanket off of her legs, freeing her still hard cock... taking off your pajama top and climbing on your bed, on your knees, face down and so dangerously close to minjeong's cock... "i got you, minjeong... you don't even have to ask." and her mind completely goes blank when you planted a kiss on her tip 😵‍💫😩
easing her length into your mouth bcs unexpectedly enough, minjeong was surprisingly big :((( feeling your pussy clench at the way her cock twitched as you pushed it deeper and deeper down your throat steadily... looking up at minjeong and seeing her completely entranced by how your mouth feels on her cock.. she was so cute </3 finally bobbing your head up and down slowly, dragging your lips on her shaft and simultaneously licking off her cum from before...
minjeong was completely frozen, convinced that she was stuck in a daydream bcs she never once thought that you would do this with her :(((( you putting her hand on your head, silently pleading her to use your mouth with your eyes but minjeong's virgin ass doesn't know what to do at alllll 😭😭😭 so she just pets your head and nods at you cutely, as if to tell you to keep on doing what you're doing ugh she's so stupid...
rolling your eyes and deciding to do it all on your own, moving your head up and down faster and faster, making yourself gag when minjeong's cock touches the back of your throat,,, minjeong nearly screaming out as she came,, her warm cum filled up your mouth, and you're swallowing every drop <333
"thank you... thank you, (y/n)..." minjeong says, completely out of her head... and you just laugh at her bcs oh, poor girl doesn't know what was coming... you're suddenly pulling her down on the bed, making her lay flat on her back while you took off your pajama pants and panties,,, minjeong staring at you with wide eyes... on one hand she thought you pussy was really pretty but on the other, holy fuck she was so turned on 😵‍💫
"don't think i never see you checking my ass out, minjeong. you're not as slick as you think, baby," you wink at her before turning yourself around facing minjeong's legs and bending down a little, pushing your ass against her cock. oh god she knew exactly what you were going to do,,, you lifted yourself up, spread your folds open, and dropped your cunt on minjeong's cock,,
both of you moaning loudly at the feeling,, gripping minjeong's ankle as you fucked yourself onto her cock,, your best friend watching your ass jiggle every time you dropped down,, fuck she could come just by the sight alone she's so weak for you :((((
"mmhm..! you should've told me, minjeong... you really should have told me you were so big.. ahh...! i would have let you fuck me sooner... so much sooner..." you were moaning like crazy, riding her deeper and faster, hitting all of your sweet spots with your best friend's cock 🫠 a part of you have always wanted to use her like this.. minjeong was so timid and always needed you,, you should have known that she need you in this way too!
"f-from now on.. you won't get to suffer anymore, baby... a-ahhn... i'll let you fuck me whenever you need me... o-okay? just call me and i'll be there, alright...? fuck...! i'm your best friend after all," oh, you were driving minjeong crazyyy 😵‍💫😵‍💫 she was gripping your ass now, ruthlessly slamming her cock inside you, completely driven by her desire for you 😳 she's scratching your lower back, sure to leave marks and small wounds but you don't mind of course 😩
ehehejdejd minjeong suddenly having the courage to get up, push you onto your knees, all fours on your bed, and then pounding into you from behinddd 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫
"fucking finally.. knew you had it in you... come on, harder... fuck me, minjeong...!!"
and that she does! tiny grunts in your ear as she thrusting her cock into you as best as she can,, ofc she's a little clumsy but you know she'll make up for it in the future... you'll be there to help her ☺️ minjeong whining in your ear, holding your hands, biting on your shoulder as she cums inside you :((( you're coming too, and you sounded so heavenly to her... your moans were definitely sounds that she wants to hear her whole life...
the two of you definitely fuck all night 😭😭😭 in between movies and sips of hot chocolate, minjeong just can't get enough of youuu 💖💖
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herrscherofinsanity · 10 days
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Bound by Darkness
Minjeong's journey to insanity with her loyal companion Venom.
Fluff and angst? Maybe.
Kim Minjeong (Winter) x fem!reader
Word count: 5.3k
Of course I had to bring Spider!Jimin into this.
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The night hung heavy over the city of Seoul, casting long shadows that seemed to dance in the flickering light of the streetlamps. In the heart of the bustling metropolis, Kim Minjeong walked alone, her thoughts a tangled web of worries and fears.
Lost in her own world, Minjeong barely noticed the eerie silence that had fallen over the streets, the usual cacophony of sound replaced by an oppressive stillness that sent shivers down her spine. It was then that she saw it—a strange, pulsating light emanating from a darkened alleyway, beckoning her closer with an otherworldly allure.
Curiosity piqued, Minjeong approached cautiously, her heart pounding in her chest as she stepped into the shadows. And there, amidst the darkness, she found it—a creature unlike anything she had ever seen before.
It was black as night, its form shifting and undulating like liquid darkness given shape. And as Minjeong gazed into its glowing crimson eyes, she felt a chill run down her spine—a primal fear that threatened to consume her from within.
But as the creature drew closer, something inside Minjeong stirred—a flicker of defiance that refused to be extinguished. "Who are you?" she demanded, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands.
The creature regarded her with a mixture of curiosity and amusement, its voice echoing in her mind like a whisper on the wind. "I am Venom," it replied, its tone dripping with malice and mischief. "And you, Kim Minjeong, are the one I have been searching for."
As the weight of its words settled over her, Minjeong felt a surge of power coursing through her veins—a power unlike anything she had ever known. And in that moment, she knew that her life would never be the same again.
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As Minjeong stumbled through the door of her apartment, her heart pounding in her chest, she knew that nothing would ever be the same again. The encounter with Venom had left her shaken and disoriented, her mind reeling with a thousand questions and fears.
But as she tried to catch her breath and steady her trembling hands, Minjeong felt a strange sensation coursing through her veins—a sensation unlike anything she had ever experienced before. It was as if something was stirring inside her, something dark and primal, waiting to be unleashed.
With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, Minjeong realized that she was not alone. The symbiote that had bonded with her in the alleyway was still with her, its presence looming over her like a shadow in the darkness.
"Venom, what have you done to me?" Minjeong whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. But there was no reply, only the eerie silence of the empty apartment.
As Minjeong stumbled towards the bathroom, her reflection in the mirror seemed to blur and distort before her eyes. With a gasp of horror, she watched as tendrils of blackness snaked their way across her skin, wrapping her in a suffocating embrace.
"No, this can't be happening," Minjeong cried, her voice tinged with panic. But the symbiote's hold on her was relentless, its dark influence seeping into every corner of her mind.
With a desperate surge of strength, Minjeong fought against the symbiote's control, struggling to regain her sense of self. But the more she resisted, the stronger the symbiote's grip became, threatening to consume her from within.
In that moment of desperation, Minjeong realized that she was facing a battle unlike anything she had ever known—a battle for control of her own body and soul.
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Alone in her apartment, Minjeong sat huddled on the floor, her back pressed against the cold concrete wall. Every breath felt like a struggle, the weight of Venom's presence pressing down on her like a suffocating blanket. She shivered, not from the chill in the air, but from the fear that gripped her heart like a vice.
Her hands trembled as she reached out to touch the symbiote, its inky black tendrils writhing and pulsating in response to her touch. "Please, Venom," she whispered, her voice barely a whisper in the darkness. "I can't... I can't do this alone."
But there was no response, no comforting words of reassurance or solace. Only silence, broken only by the sound of Minjeong's ragged breathing and the pounding of her own heart. She felt like she was drowning, suffocating beneath the weight of Venom's influence, the darkness threatening to consume her from within.
Desperation clawed at her chest as she struggled to maintain her grip on reality, to hold onto the fragments of herself that threatened to slip away like grains of sand through her fingers. But no matter how hard she fought, she could feel herself slipping further and further into the abyss, the darkness closing in around her like a living, breathing entity.
Maybe if I just close my eyes for a second, I’ll feel better…
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As Minjeong drifted into a fitful slumber, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and doubt, she was suddenly jolted awake by the cacophony of the city—the blaring horns of passing cars, the distant hum of traffic, the rush of wind against her skin.
Blinking blearily, Minjeong found herself sprawled atop a towering skyscraper, the cold steel beneath her fingers sending a shiver down her spine. As she struggled to make sense of her surroundings, her eyes fell upon her reflection in the shimmering glass of the building's facade.
And there, staring back at her, was a sight that took her breath away—a sleek, black suit that clung to her form like a second skin, its surface pulsating with an otherworldly energy that seemed to hum with life.
"What... what is this?" Minjeong murmured aloud, her voice barely above a whisper as she reached out to touch the inky black material, her fingers trembling with a mixture of fear and awe.
But before she could ponder the question further, Venom's voice echoed in her mind, his presence a comforting presence in the darkness. "This is who you are now, Minjeong," the symbiote assured her, its tone laced with a mixture of pride and anticipation. "Embrace it."
Minjeong's brow furrowed in confusion, her skepticism warring with her curiosity as she struggled to come to terms with her newfound identity. But as she felt the power coursing through her veins, the exhilaration of possibility coursing through her like wildfire, she knew that she couldn't resist the call of destiny.
With a newfound sense of determination, Minjeong rose to her feet, her eyes alight with a fierce determination as she prepared to test the limits of her newfound powers; so she leaped from the rooftop into the darkness below.
With a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins, Minjeong embraced the exhilarating rush of freedom that came with her newfound abilities. As she soared through the night sky, her senses heightened and her movements fluid and effortless, she felt a sense of liberation unlike anything she had ever experienced before.
With each leap and bound, she pushed herself to the limit, testing the boundaries of her newfound strength and agility. She scaled buildings with ease, her fingers finding purchase on even the most precarious ledges. She swung effortlessly from one rooftop to the next, the wind whipping through her hair as she danced through the darkness with grace and precision.
But it wasn't just her physical abilities that had been enhanced—it was her senses, too. She could hear the faintest whispers of conversation from blocks away, could see with crystal clarity even in the darkest corners of the city. And with each passing moment, she felt herself growing more attuned to the ebb and flow of the world around her, as if she were a part of something greater than herself.
As she landed gracefully on the edge of a towering skyscraper, Minjeong couldn't help but marvel at the vast expanse of the city spread out before her—a sprawling metropolis teeming with life and possibility.
It was all exciting, almost too exciting. Minjeong wanted—needed to see what else she was capable of, she needed to test her limits, use her powers to the fullest; and so, when she heard screaming from across the city, she knew exactly what to do.
With a smirk on her face, Minjeong made her way to her target.
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So hungry…
What her new partner failed to mention was just how hungry she would be now, all thanks to him. Minjeong cursed Venom internally as she made her way to the kitchen.
As Minjeong rummaged through the cabinets in search of something to satisfy her newfound appetite, she couldn't help but feel a pang of annoyance at Venom's silence. "You could at least give me a heads up about this hunger thing," she muttered under her breath, her frustration mounting with each passing moment.
But to her surprise, Venom's response was swift—and unexpected. "I'm sorry, Minjeong," the symbiote chimed in, his voice echoing in her mind with a hint of contrition. "I didn't realize you would be affected like this. I'm still getting used to this whole... human thing."
Minjeong couldn't help but chuckle at Venom's admission, a sense of camaraderie blossoming between them despite the strangeness of their bond. "Well, you better get used to it fast," she teased, her lips quirking into a playful smile. "Otherwise, I might have to find myself a new partner."
Venom's response was immediate—a playful growl that reverberated through Minjeong's mind like a distant thunderstorm. "Don't even think about it, Minjeong," the symbiote warned, his tone teasing and light-hearted. "You're stuck with me, whether you like it or not."
And as Minjeong chuckled softly to herself, the tension that had hung between them dissipating like mist in the morning sun, she knew that despite the challenges that lay ahead, she wouldn't have it any other way.
For in Venom, she had found not just a partner, but a friend—a companion to share in the trials and triumphs of her newfound life.
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As Minjeong's bond with Venom deepened, so too did her descent into darkness. No longer content to tread the line between hero and villain, she embraced her newfound power with reckless abandon, heedless of the consequences of her actions.
One night, as she prowled the streets of Seoul in search of justice, she encountered a group of criminals preying on innocent civilians. Without hesitation, she unleashed the full force of Venom's power, striking fear into the hearts of the criminals and leaving them in a state of shock.
But as Minjeong stood victorious amidst the chaos, a sense of unease settled over her—a nagging doubt that gnawed at her conscience like a relentless beast. Was this truly the path she wanted to walk? To be feared rather than admired, to embrace the darkness rather than the light?
With a heavy heart, Minjeong turned and made her way back to her apartment, the weight of her actions bearing down on her like a crushing burden. But even as she struggled to reconcile the darkness within her, she clung to the hope that with Venom by her side, she could find a way to harness its power for good.
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One day, Minjeong's solitary existence was interrupted by an unexpected visitor—y/n, her ex-girlfriend, accompanied by their beloved dog, Lennon. As y/n entered the apartment, a sense of unease settled over her, a gut feeling that something was amiss.
"Minjeong," y/n greeted her, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "I... I brought Lennon. I thought you might want to see him."
Minjeong's gaze flickered to the dog, a pang of longing tugging at her heartstrings. Despite everything, the sight of their furry companion brought a flicker of warmth to her cold, hardened heart.
But before Minjeong could respond, Jimin, who had accompanied y/n, spoke up, her voice filled with concern. "There's something different about you, Minjeong," she observed, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. "Something’s... off."
Minjeong's blood ran cold at Jimin's words, a sense of dread settling over her like a suffocating blanket. She knew she had to tread carefully—after all, she couldn't afford to let anyone discover the truth about her symbiotic bond with Venom.
With a forced smile, Minjeong brushed off Jimin's concerns, masking her inner turmoil with false bravado. "You worry too much, Jimin," she replied, her voice tinged with false cheer. "I'm fine, really."
But even as she spoke the words, Minjeong couldn't shake the feeling that her carefully constructed facade was beginning to crumble, revealing the darkness that lurked beneath.
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(“There’s something seriously wrong with that girl, y/n…”
“Trust me, Jimin, I’m well aware”)
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As y/n and Jimin departed, leaving Minjeong alone with Venom and their faithful canine companion, Lennon, a heavy silence settled over the apartment. Minjeong could feel Venom's inquisitive gaze boring into her, the symbiote's curiosity piqued by the unexpected visitors.
"So, who were those girls?" Venom's voice echoed in Minjeong's mind, its tone laced with curiosity and intrigue.
Minjeong sighed, a pang of regret tugging at her heart as she thought of y/n and the life they had once shared together. "y/n is my ex-girlfriend," she admitted, her voice tinged with sorrow. "And Jimin is her best friend." At least I’m hoping they’re just friends…
Venom's response was unexpected—a low, rumbling chuckle that reverberated through Minjeong's mind like distant thunder. "Ah, I see," the symbiote mused, its tone lighthearted despite the dark mood that hung over the apartment. "A tale as old as time, perhaps? Love lost, regrets abound…"
Minjeong couldn't help but smile at Venom's attempt at humor, a flicker of warmth spreading through her despite the darkness that threatened to consume her. "Something like that," she conceded, her voice tinged with wistful nostalgia. "I… I regret breaking up with her, you know? She was… she is special."
Venom's response was surprisingly tender—a gentle caress of darkness that enveloped Minjeong in a comforting embrace. "You are special too, Minjeong," the symbiote assured her, its voice filled with warmth and compassion. "And you are not alone. We will find a way through this, together."
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As the night wore on and the apartment grew quiet, Minjeong found herself drawn to a familiar sight—a framed photograph of her and y/n, captured in a moment of happiness and love. With a heavy heart, she reached out to trace the contours of their smiling faces, her mind flooded with memories of the time they had spent together.
Beside her, Venom stirred, his curiosity piqued by the sight of the photograph. "Tell me more about her, Minjeong," the symbiote urged, his voice a low whisper in the darkness. "About y/n. What was she like?"
Minjeong sighed, her gaze lingering on the photograph as she struggled to find the words to describe the girl who still held her heart. "y/n... she was kind, and caring," she began, her voice tinged with nostalgia. "She had this way of making me feel... alive, you know? Like I could be myself around her."
Venom listened intently, his presence a comforting presence in the darkness as Minjeong poured out her heart. And then, unexpectedly, he spoke again—a suggestion that caught Minjeong off guard.
"You should try to win her back, Minjeong," Venom urged, his tone surprisingly earnest. "Life is too short for regrets. You deserve to be happy."
Minjeong considered Venom's words, a flicker of hope stirring within her chest. Could it be possible? Could she find a way to mend the broken pieces of her heart and reclaim the love she had lost?
Before she could ponder the question further, a soft whimper broke the silence, drawing Minjeong's attention to the door where Lennon stood, his eyes filled with longing. With a heavy heart, Minjeong opened the door, allowing the dog to enter the room and curl up at her feet.
But as she watched Lennon settle in for the night, a sudden chill ran down Minjeong's spine—a sense of unease settling over her like a suffocating shroud. For as much as she had grown to care for the loyal creature, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss.
And then, to her horror, Venom spoke again.
"Can I eat the dog, Minjeong?"
Minjeong's eyes widened in disbelief, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to comprehend what she had just heard. "What?" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "No, Venom. Absolutely not."
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As the city slept, Minjeong found herself drawn once again to the call of the night—the irresistible urge to don the mantle of the vigilante, to seek out justice in the shadows where darkness lurked. With Venom by her side, she prowled the streets of Seoul, her senses heightened and her instincts sharpened by the symbiote's presence.
But as the night wore on and the hour grew late, Minjeong's solitary vigil was interrupted by an unexpected encounter—a figure clad in red and blue, swinging through the darkness with an agility and grace that seemed almost otherworldly.
Spiderwoman.
For a moment, Minjeong hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest as she faced off against the legendary hero. But as Spiderwoman drew nearer, her eyes narrowed with suspicion, Minjeong knew that she had no choice but to stand her ground.
"Who... or what are you?" Spiderwoman demanded, her voice echoing in the stillness of the night.
Minjeong's gaze hardened, her companion remained silent, his presence a reassuring presence in the darkness. "My name is Venom," she replied, her voice steady despite the tremor of uncertainty that raced through her veins. "And I'm here to protect this city."
Spiderwoman's expression darkened at Minjeong's words, her senses tingling with a sense of foreboding. "Venom," she repeated, her voice laced with skepticism. "I've heard stories about you. You're not exactly... friendly."
Minjeong bristled at Spiderwoman's accusation, her pride wounded by the hero's insinuation. "I'm not the enemy here," she insisted, her voice tinged with defiance. "I'm just trying to make a difference, in my own way."
But even as she spoke the words, Minjeong couldn't shake the feeling that Spiderwoman was right—that perhaps, in her quest for justice, she had become the very thing she had sworn to fight against.
And as the two adversaries stood locked in a tense standoff, the darkness of the night closing in around them, Minjeong knew that their paths were destined to cross again—and that when they did, the stakes would be higher than ever before.
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As the time came for Minjeong to return the faithful canine companion, Lennon, to y/n, she couldn't help but feel a nervous flutter in her stomach. Dressed in the tightest dress she could find, she made her way to y/n's apartment, her mind racing with a thousand thoughts and emotions.
Knocking on the door, Minjeong waited anxiously, her heart pounding in her chest as she prepared to face the girl she had once loved with all her heart; when the door finally swung open, revealing y/n's familiar face, Minjeong's breath caught in her throat.
"Hey," y/n greeted her, her voice tinged with uncertainty as she glanced down at the dog at Minjeong's side. "You brought Lennon back?"
Minjeong nodded, her gaze meeting y/n's as she summoned the courage to speak. "Yeah, I thought it was about time," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper as she fought to keep her emotions in check.
But as she looked into y/n's eyes, Minjeong couldn't help but feel a surge of longing wash over her—a longing to reach out and take y/n in her arms, to hold her close and never let her go.
And so, emboldened by the warmth of y/n's presence, Minjeong took a step forward, her heart racing as she prepared to lay her feelings bare. "y/n, I... I've missed you," she confessed, her voice trembling with emotion. "I know things haven't been easy between us, but... but I still care about you, more than anything."
y/n's expression softened at Minjeong's words, a flicker of warmth sparking in her eyes as she met Minjeong's gaze. "I've missed you too," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But... but things are different now, Minjeong. We can't just pick up where we left off."
Minjeong felt a pang of sadness at y/n's words, a sense of loss threatening to overwhelm her as she struggled to come to terms with the reality of their situation. But even as her heart ached with longing, she knew that she couldn't give up—not without a fight.
And so, with a determined glint in her eye, Minjeong leaned in closer, her heart pounding in her chest as she prepared to make one last desperate attempt to win y/n back.
But just as she was about to speak, the door swung open behind y/n, revealing Jimin standing in the doorway, her eyes wide with surprise as she took in the scene before her.
Ugh, Jimin…
"Uh, am I interrupting something?" Jimin asked, her voice tinged with confusion as she glanced between Minjeong and y/n.
Minjeong felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment at being caught in such a vulnerable moment, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to find the words to explain herself.
But before she could speak, y/n stepped forward, a gentle smile playing on her lips as she addressed Jimin. "No, not at all," she assured the newcomer, her voice warm. "Minjeong was just returning Lennon."
And as Minjeong watched y/n and Jimin exchange a knowing glance, a sense of unease blossomed in her heart. There really was no way that there was more to Jimin and y/n’s relationship. Right?
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(“Oooh you were cock-blocked by none other than your love rival”
“Shut up, Venom”)
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The inevitable happened, sooner than it was expected.
High above the bustling streets of Seoul, two figures stood locked in a fierce battle—one cloaked in shadows, the other adorned in red and blue.
Spiderwoman, her eyes narrowed with determination, leapt into action, her web-shooters firing with precision as she swung through the darkness with the grace and agility of a seasoned warrior. And standing before her, a dark silhouette against the backdrop of the night sky, was Venom—a fearsome presence, her every movement fueled by a hunger for power and dominance.
With a roar of fury, Venom lunged forward, her claws extended and her teeth bared in a primal snarl as she sought to overwhelm her adversary with sheer brute force. But Spiderwoman was no stranger to combat, her reflexes honed through years of training and experience, and she met Venom's onslaught with a ferocity of her own.
Blows were exchanged with lightning speed, the sound of fists meeting flesh echoing through the night as the two combatants danced a deadly dance of death and destruction. Venom's symbiote writhed and twisted, its tendrils lashing out with deadly precision, while Spiderwoman's webbing ensnared her opponent with unyielding strength and tenacity.
For what felt like an eternity, the battle raged on—a symphony of violence and chaos that threatened to tear the very fabric of reality asunder. And as the dust settled and the echoes of their clash faded into the night, both Venom and Spiderwoman found themselves battered and bruised, their bodies battered but their spirits unbroken.
With a weary sigh, Venom retreated into the darkness, her wounds a painful reminder of the price of victory. And as Spiderwoman watched her vanishing form with a mixture of exhaustion and relief, she knew that their conflict was far from over—that their destinies were intertwined in ways that neither of them could fully comprehend.
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Minjeong’s head was spinning. The unexpected encounter she had with Spiderwoman left her seeing stars, her mind felt like a whirlwind, the only thing she could fully focus on happened to be her ex girlfriend.
“y/n…” Minjeong growled, “I need y/n”.
Minjeong's pulse raced as she navigated the labyrinthine streets of Seoul, her thoughts consumed by the singular desire burning within her—to be reunited with y/n, the one person who had ever truly mattered to her.
With each step, the distance between them grew smaller, until at last, Minjeong found herself standing outside y/n's apartment building, her heart pounding in her chest as she hesitated at the threshold.
Summoning every ounce of courage she possessed, Minjeong pushed open the door and stepped into the dimly lit hallway, the scent of y/n's perfume lingering in the air like a tantalizing promise.
"y/n..." Minjeong whispered, her voice barely above a murmur as she made her way up the stairs, her footsteps echoing in the silence of the night. "I need y/n."
And as she reached the familiar door at the end of the hall, Minjeong's resolve solidified, her determination unshakable as she raised her hand to knock.
But before she could make contact, the door swung open, revealing y/n standing before her—a vision of beauty and grace, her eyes alight with an intensity that matched Minjeong's own.
"Minjeong..." y/n breathed, her voice barely above a whisper as she took in the sight of her former lover standing before her. "What are you doing here?"
Minjeong's heart soared at the sound of y/n's voice, her resolve strengthened by the warmth of y/n's presence. "I needed to see you," she confessed, her voice trembling with emotion. "I couldn't stay away any longer."
And as she reached out to touch y/n's face, her fingers trembling with longing, she felt a surge of electricity pass between them—a connection that transcended time and space, binding them together in a love that was as powerful as it was undeniable.
Lucky for Minjeong, y/n's eyes sparkled with the same desire, her lips curling into a knowing smile as she closed the distance between them, her arms wrapping around Minjeong in a tender embrace.
"I've missed you," y/n whispered, her voice filled with longing as she pressed her lips to Minjeong's, sealing their reunion with a kiss that spoke of promises yet to be fulfilled.
Their lips met in a fervent embrace, their kiss a symphony of longing and desire—a testament to the unspoken yearning that had lingered between them for far too long. Their bodies pressed together in a fervent embrace, the heat of their passion igniting like wildfire, Minjeong felt herself consumed by a hunger unlike anything she had ever known.
With a primal growl, Minjeong's hands roamed over y/n's body, her touch possessive and demanding as she sought to claim her lover as her own; y/n responded in kind, her own hands tracing patterns of fire across Minjeong's skin, their connection deepened—a bond forged in the crucible of desire and longing.
Their movements were rough, urgent, fueled by a need that transcended mere physicality. And as they surrendered to the intoxicating rhythm of their desire, their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace, they lost themselves in the ecstasy of the moment—a moment that seemed to stretch on for eternity, yet was over all too soon.
As they lay tangled together in the aftermath, their breaths ragged and their hearts pounding in unison, Minjeong felt a sense of peace wash over her—a sense of completeness that she had never known before. And as she looked into y/n's eyes, she knew that she had finally found her place in the world—a place by y/n's side, where she belonged.
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As the soft glow of dawn filtered through the curtains, Minjeong and y/n lay tangled together in the aftermath of their passionate reunion, their bodies entwined in a tender embrace as they basked in the afterglow.
But as the tranquility of the moment enveloped them, y/n's phone suddenly rang, shattering the silence with its shrill tone. With a reluctant sigh, y/n reached for her phone, her heart sinking as she saw the caller ID—Jimin.
"Hey, Jimin," y/n answered, her voice tinged with concern as she listened to the urgency in her friend's voice. "What's wrong?"
And as Jimin explained that she had been injured and needed help, y/n's heart went out to her friend, her mind racing with worry and fear. "Of course, Jimin," she replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil within. "Come over to my place, I'll take care of you."
But as she hung up the phone and turned to Minjeong, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at her heart, a feeling that only grew stronger as the minutes ticked by, each one stretching on for an eternity as they awaited Jimin's arrival.
And then, with a soft knock on the door, Jimin appeared, a vision of vulnerability and strength as she stood before them, her eyes clouded with pain yet filled with determination.
"Hey, y/n," Jimin greeted her, her voice barely above a whisper as she glanced between y/n and Minjeong. "I hope I'm not intruding."
But as she stepped further into the room, her gaze fell upon Minjeong—and in that instant, the world seemed to stand still as their eyes locked in a silent exchange of recognition and understanding.
For in that moment, Jimin realized the truth—that Minjeong was Venom, the dark presence that had haunted the streets of Seoul in recent weeks. And as the weight of that realization settled upon her, she felt a surge of fear and uncertainty wash over her—a fear of the unknown, and of the darkness that lurked within Minjeong's soul.
But even as Jimin struggled to come to terms with the truth, Minjeong's own revelation dawned upon her—a realization that sent a shiver of fear down her spine, and left her trembling with uncertainty.
For in that moment, Minjeong knew the truth—that Jimin was Spiderwoman, the heroic figure who had dedicated her life to protecting the innocent and upholding justice. And as the implications of that revelation sank in, she felt a sense of dread and foreboding settle upon her—a fear of what the future might hold, and of the inevitable clash that lay ahead.
As y/n's concerned gaze flickered between Minjeong and Jimin, she couldn't help but sense the palpable tension that hung heavy in the air—a tension born of secrets and revelations, of hidden truths and unspoken desires.
"What's wrong?" y/n asked, her voice filled with genuine concern as she searched their faces for answers.
But both Minjeong and Jimin quickly schooled their expressions into masks of indifference, their eyes betraying the storm of emotions that raged within.
"Nothing," Minjeong replied smoothly, her voice laced with an undercurrent of defiance as she reached out to caress y/n's cheek, her touch gentle yet possessive. "Just a little misunderstanding, that's all."
And as she pressed a tender kiss to y/n's forehead, she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over her at the sight of Jimin's simmering rage—a satisfaction born of knowing that she had succeeded in getting under her rival's skin.
"Looks like we'll be seeing a lot more of each other from now on," Minjeong remarked, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she glanced at Jimin, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "Now that y/n and I are back together."
Jimin's gaze darkened at the taunt, her jaw clenched with barely suppressed anger as she met Minjeong's mocking stare with a steely glare of her own. But despite the fury that burned within her, she remained silent—a silent promise to herself, and to the world, that she would stop at nothing to bring an end to Minjeong's reign of terror.
And as the tension in the room thickened, the air crackling with the promise of conflict yet to come, Minjeong and Jimin locked eyes in a silent battle of wills—a battle that would shape the destiny of Seoul, and of all who called it home.
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A/N: And it's finally here! I rewrote this like a million times, but oh well. I hope it was worth the wait, I hope you guys enjoy it. I start a new class this week and it seems it will take much more of my free time than the past one. Feel free to request something but keep in mind that I will take my time with it.
Spider!Jimin will be back on her own, there's also a wife!Jimin reuqest that I got that I want to get to.
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Burning Memories
Kim Minjeong (Winter) x Reader
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GENRE: fluff, angst
TYPE: One shot
Inspired by: Love wins all-IU
This one is really angsty
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The ground quivered beneath your frantic steps as you ran, but you weren’t sure if it was your body shaking in fear or the looming Oblivions that seemed to tug at the very earth beneath you. You didn’t dare to look back, choosing to focus on the determined figure with short hair leading the way.
Her clammy hands pulled you forward, her pace never faltering as she weaved through bushes and dense undergrowth. You never stopped running until you finally reached a dark slope that seemed to be leading to an abandoned parking lot of the once-vibrant shopping mall. 
Coming to a halt at the slope, peering down felt like staring into an abyss of darkness ready to engulf you. You didn’t blame her for her hesitation, as she glanced between the encroaching shadows and the parking lot below.
Deciding that the latter was less threatening, she flashed you a warm reassuring smile. Its beauty played tricks on your heart, quickening and slowing down the beats at the same time. Without a second thought, she tugged you forward, descending hastily until the consuming darkness swallowed you both whole.
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That was the world for you now, full of hiding and fear. No one knew the reason or how they appeared; the Oblivions suddenly materialized from the deepest parts of Earth three years ago. Initially, humans were cautious but not threatened by these large cube-like hovering objects.
They seemed harmless, floating idly through the corners of Earth, emitting soft hums that could be heard vibrating from their Plasmium shells. People even began to refer to them as Gods, as they emitted a force field that calmed anybody within proximity, inducing lovely hallucinations like a drug.
Then, suddenly, with no warning, they started moving, initially at a slow pace until they could catch on to humans. Abruptly, they became threatening, and anyone in their way dissipated into oblivion, leaving nothing but their clothes behind. Soon, these alien cubes started to gather heaps of clothing, a twisted remembrance of the people who once wore them, as if they were trophies.
The world was never the same after that. Humans were forced into hiding, trudging on in this chaotic world while mourning their lost ones. It was like an endless game of tag, where there was no way to win, only to survive for as long as the game endured.
During the first year, as you fought for life alongside your family, you lost both your hearing and voice from a hand grenade thrown at a pack of Oblivions that had cornered your family. Inhaling too much smoke also damaged your lungs. 
Upon witnessing the clothes of your family strewn across the place you once called home, you almost gave up on living. Walking down the rubble-filled roads in broad daylight, you waited for any Oblivion to claim you. It was then that Minjeong, hiding close by, spotted you and your desperate actions.
She pulled you out of the reach of the Oblivions at the last second, and you've been with her ever since – your lifeline in this chaotic world. You relied on the older girl not just for survival but to find solace and a glimmer of love in the midst of the darkness that surrounded you for the following two years.
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The parking lot was pitch black; you could barely see your fingers in front of you. But that never mattered as long as you had Minjeong by your side.
After walking for what seemed like hours, she finally guided you into a room and made you crouch down. She reached into the pockets of her tattered grey jacket and pulled out a box of matches. Minjeong made a mental note to herself to look for more when they were out of danger; she only had three left. She lit one up and held it up to your face.
Are you okay? You read her lips, and nodded, giving her a thumbs up and a smile.
You pointed to her, asking her the same thing, to which she just nodded and pulled your hand to cup her cheek.
You gently brushed away the dirt smudged on her handsomely beautiful face, and traced your fingers on her cute nose before reaching up to brush the bangs out of her face, revealing her different colored eyes. Her left eye was a warm brown, like honey that wrapped you in a comforting embrace of warmth whenever she looked at you. Her right eye was a cloudy grey, as if she held a thousand storms in her eye, ready to fight back for anything that stood in her way.
Her right eye was damaged before you met her, losing it in another struggle with the Oblivions as she wandered the streets alone for the first year. She was always self-conscious about it, choosing to hide it under her hair, but you loved her for whatever she looked like, flaws and all. She still looked beautiful to you.
She kissed your fingers softly as you looked at her, sending a tingling sensation through your bones that made you want nothing more than to crawl into her arms. But that was for later; right now, all you could think about was how to escape this Oblivion that had been hunting you for several weeks.
Ready to go? She mouthed to you, and you quickly nodded.
Pausing for a moment, she studied you intently, leaned over to gently press her lips against yours, and then, as if gathering her courage, she blew out the match.
Somehow, she managed to lead you to the staircase leading up to the first floor, and you slowly made your way up, with her pausing to listen for traces of the haunting hum. When you finally made it up to the lobby, you were met with the blinding light of the afternoon sun. As your eyes began to focus, you were met with heaps of clothing of different sizes and colors, piled high under the broken windows of the run-down mall.
You had stumbled into the trophy room of the Oblivion hunting you.
Trying to swallow the lump in her throat, Minjeong turned to look at you, only to find your eyes glossy as you walked forward to pick up a pair of bright blue shoes. It was small, the size of a young child, and laid haphazardly next to them were a pair of men’s jeans and a dirty maroon sundress.
Before Minjeong could comfort you, a loud hum reverberated from above, shaking the entire building. Instantly, the two of you ducked behind the scattered chairs nearby. As you raised your head, the Oblivion zoomed past the damaged ceiling outside, undoubtedly searching for the two of you. Seizing your hand, she swiftly pulled you out of harm’s way and guided you up another set of stairs.
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As Minjeong occupied herself searching for supplies and matches, you explored several rooms in search of anything edible. Your wandering led you to discover a camcorder on a glass shelf, covered in dust. Grinning with glee upon finding that it still held a charge after all these years, you clicked the record button.
Slowly putting the lens to your eyes, you let out a gasp from what you saw through the camcorder. The crumbling walls transformed into glossy white, and the abandoned stores and shattered windows miraculously restored to their former glory. The once-tattered clothing on mannequins now perfectly arranged, gleaming and extravagant.
You excitedly ran from room to room until you finally saw Minjeong, flipping through an electronic store for any weapons. Seeing your hurried footsteps, she immediately raised an iron bar with her slender arms and scanned for any danger behind you. When she saw the big smile on your face, she relaxed and lowered her arms with a sigh of relief.
Letting out a giggle, you eagerly shoved the camcorder into her hands. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, but following your gesture, she put her good eye to the lens.
Her mouth fell open as she pointed the camcorder at you. She had always thought you were beautiful, from the moment she first saw you standing on the deserted road, tears streaming down your face as you raised your hands to the sky in surrender. However, through the camcorder, she witnessed a version of you she had longed to see but never had the chance. Here, void of dust and dirt, the cuts on your face healed, and a soft glow emanated from your skin. You appeared celestial, and Minjeong was certain this was what you looked like before everything happened. Oh, how much she longed to be with you in this alternative universe, with you safe and carefree, away from harm’s way.
What’s wrong? You signed to her in confusion.
The way Minjeong was looking at you so intensely had you worried. Shaking herself to wake herself from the trance, she simply grinned her handsome lopsided smile and passed the camcorder back to you.
You immediately raised the lens to your eyes and focused on the girl in front of you. The broken televisions she was standing in front of were now fully working and playing a video of Minjeong’s smile. Her already angelic face was now clear of any wounds, and most importantly, her eyes were now both a soft honey hue. You continued to look at her through the lens and reached out to brush the hair out of her eyes for a better look. She shyly smiled at the camcorder, biting her lips as you let out a gasp of awe. 
Beautiful. Your lips moved to shape out the word, which caused the girl in front of you to blush a light pink.
With all of your worries forgotten as you looked through the camcorder, the two of you excitedly explored the mall, taking turns experiencing the beautiful decorations. When you wandered into a banquet hall, both of you were stunned at the glorious plates of food displayed on the tables.
Like the gentlewoman she was, Minjeong quickly pulled out a chair and gestured for you to sit. Giving her a curtsy in return, you sat down in the chair, not before kissing her. Grinning from ear to ear, she sat down across from you and put the camcorder back in front of her eyes.
Through the lens, she saw the two of you sitting in front of platters and platters of foreign delicacy, all you would’ve loved to try. A soft pang ran through her heart as she thought of the possibility of her ever bringing you to such a place to dine in the future was nearly zero, but at least she had the chance to pretend to do so with you now.
She passed a dusty fork to you and gestured for you to poke at the air in front of you and bring the fork to your lips. Through the camcorder, you were holding a pink macaron on your fork, and when you mimicked chewing, it seemed that you were tasting the sugary dessert. You looked like the princess of an exotic country, sitting elegantly in front of a feast that was only suitable for a royal. Oh, how much Minjeong wished she could take you on a date and spoil you with everything you desire.
When she brought her eyes away from the camcorder, a large humming vibration came from the device. Minjeong immediately stood up, reaching for anything that could protect you from the nightmare looming when she noticed that the environment was now the same as what she saw in the camcorder.
What’s more, several waiters were now walking past the two of you, busy serving dishes that smelled so good, while the people from other tables were chattering happily, accompanied by the clinking of glass.
Reaching over, you grabbed Minjeong’s hand in comfort.
It’s okay. Your eyes said, and you pointed to the food in front of you.
Let’s eat.
Mouth watering at the food in front of you, the two of you ate to your heart’s content. It’s been a while since you two had something to eat, let alone a warm hearty meal. Minjeong’s eyes met yours as she took another large bite of the steak in front of her, her mouth stuffed, and brown eyes more alive than you’ve ever seen her.
This is our first date. She signed to you, her eyes crinkling in laughter under the warm glow of the chandelier lights.
Before you could reply, a waiter approached, placing a large white cake on the table, quickly bowing and leaving. The cake itself was a sight to behold, adorned with porcelain white frosting and delicate rose petals. The words "Mrs. and Mrs. Kim" were written neatly in cursive, with a large white unity candle crowning the top.
I guess this is our wedding. You signed back to her, a teasing smile playing on your lips.
Minjeong turned a bright red, her confidence faltering as she looked anywhere but at you. She had dreamt of marrying you for countless nights but never thought a future together was possible with the Oblivions still on Earth. Yet here she was, presented with a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and she was determined to seize it.
Rummaging in her pockets, she pulled out one of the final two matches.
Confused, you looked at her, but she walked over to where you were sitting and knelt down on one knee.
Will you marry me? She signed to you.
Your heart pounded as you gazed at her handsome face, sincere and filled with love. She was the only good thing to emerge from this apocalypse, and there was nothing you were more certain of than spending the rest of your limited time with her.
Of course. You mouthed, tears threatening to spill as you saw her face light up with indescribable happiness.
She brought your hands to her lips and gave them a sweet kiss before standing up. Lighting the match, she placed it in your hands, wrapping your hand with her larger one, guiding you to light the unity candle on the cake.
As soon as you lit the candle, another humming sound vibrated through the match, and the two of you were now dressed in completely different clothing. Minjeong was dressed in a dashing suit, her curls framing her face perfectly, while you were adorned in a white-laced wedding dress. She was your handsome groom, and you were her ethereal bride, and you were sure you would be together, in this life or the next. The warmth of the moment, the love that transcended the dark reality around you, painted a vivid picture of a future you might never have in the tangible world.
Staring at you in awe, Minjeong gently wrapped her arms around your waist, as if afraid you would break. Her eyes fluttered closed, long eyelashes as beautiful as a butterfly, and she pressed her full lips to yours. You wrapped your arms around her neck, molding your body as close to her as possible.
If this was what heaven felt like, she would die happily in your warm embrace, inhaling the soft vanilla scent unmistakably yours. Maybe in another life, she would have the chance to truly marry you, but for now, this was enough.
The tables around you and the waiters erupted in hoots and applause at the kiss, and confetti fell from the ceiling, celebrating this sincere gesture of love. A couple of waiters pulled the two of you on stage, passing each of you a glass of champagne. They shook your hands in congratulation before beckoning to the large white projector on the wall behind you. A loud humming emanated from the projector before a few flickers of lights and a video of the two of you appeared.
These were memories from the future, and yet you could recall exactly when they happened.
The first footage showed Minjeong surprising you with a puppy for your 26th birthday.
"Jagi?" Minjeong called before shuffling towards the kitchen with a box behind her back.
"What is it?" You answered, your back still facing her as you bent over the stove to stir the beef stew you were making for dinner.
"I have a surprise for you." The older girl couldn't hide her excitement and bounded forward, raising the box to your face.
You raised an eyebrow in skepticism before setting the box on the counter. Before you could open the lid, the box moved and let out a small bark.
"You didn't!" You looked at your lover with wide eyes before excitedly tearing off the lid.
An adorable yellow puppy bounded out and started attacking your face with licks, causing you to squeal in happiness and ticklish.
"Happy birthday, love." Minjeong pressed a kiss to your temple, and you immediately melted into her, with the puppy in your arms.
"Thank you, Min. This is the best birthday ever."
As the taller girl swung you and the puppy in her embrace gently, a small fire could be seen flaring up behind the two of you.
"Oh no! The soup!"
The footage cut off with another hum before restarting another one.
This time, it showed you lying in a hospital bed cradling a bundle wrapped in blankets in your arms, with Minjeong sitting next to you. Both of you were cooing at the baby in your arms, and both sides of your family surrounded you.
"Hi, angel," Minjeong whispered, leaning forward to press a kiss on the baby. "Hmm…she smells so good."
You laughed, looking at your lover affectionately.
"Wait until you need to change her diapers. Which you will now be in charge of."
Minjeong groaned at that before saying, “At least she looks as cute as you. This makes me feel better.”
Before you could see what happens next, the video was cut off with a hum, this time, more deafening.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew out the candle on the wedding cake, and everything was back to reality. The splendid walls were now back to their run-down state, the tables littered with broken plates and dusty cups, and the once-crowded banquet hall was now empty except for Minjeong and you. The broken windows and lack of light indicated it was now well into the night.
While the two of you were busy playing into your dreams, time had ticked away. The only thing different was that the two of you were still dressed in your wedding attire, which gave you hope that it was somehow real, at least for some part, wasn't it?
But before any of you could say anything, the deafening hum that had been following you throughout the day sounded again, shaking the floors. You saw that the Oblivion had arrived, finally showing itself as it provided you with a full day of lovely hallucinations.
Minjeong seemed rooted to the spot, her face marked with crestfallen hopelessness. For the first time since the two of you crossed paths, this was the first time you saw all the fight in Minjeong leave.
You reached down and grabbed her hand, this time leading the way to escape. Your dress flowed behind you as you ran, running down hallway after hallway before climbing the stairs down to the lobby.
Climbing through the piles of clothes of the dead, you found a spot behind one of the larger piles and pulled Minjeong to crouch down next to you. The weak moonlight barely provided you with enough light to see, but as long as you could make out the face of the girl in front of you, that was enough.
Her eyes were filled with tears as she looked at you, her right eye now back to a stormy grey. Your heart ached at the sight of the love of your life in so much pain. She had spent the past few years protecting you, making sure you were never scared with her alongside you. You knew these were your final moments together, and you would do anything to protect her the way she protected you.
The humming was creeping closer. It seemed like a taunt now that you have your hearing and voice back in your final moments. The Oblivion seemingly wanted you to hear your screams of fear before it finally consumed you, but you were adamant that this would never happen.
Reaching into Minjeong’s pocket, you pulled out the final match and struck it. The soft fizzing sound of the match failed to drown out the approaching hum, but it gave you the chance to look at Minjeong better, for one last time.
You gave her a bittersweet smile and brought your palm to her delicate face, wiping off any trace of tears. The yellow-orange glow emitted a warmth, a final beauty of the world before you go.
“I love you, Kim Minjeong.” You said, your soft voice sending shivers down her spine.
It was the first time she heard you speak in person, and it sounded better than she ever imagined.
“I love you, Kim Y/N.” She said, with a hint of a smile as she uttered your name with her last name.
You gave her one last smile, the humming ringing in your ears, making it hard for the two of you to say anything else. The Oblivion was right behind Minjeong, and you simply reached over and covered her left eye with your hand, blocking her line of sight. Raising your chin in defiance, you stared at the Oblivion and watched as ripples of blinding light rippled the surface of the cube before one final hum echoed through the now deserted mall.
And then, you felt nothing.
Above the heaps of clothing, a black dress coat floated downwards, followed by a flash of white, gravitating towards the ground with melancholic beauty. But before these garments could join the collection below, a lit match materialized and descended rapidly. With a small spark, the clothes were set ablaze, flames rising high and defiant, swiftly consuming the entire building.
The last memories of Kim Minjeong and Kim Y/N landed into the fire, fading away in the fiery embrace.
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najaemism · 2 months
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peach eyes.
PAIRING. winter x fem!oc
CATEGORY. one shot social media au, fluff, crack/humor, established relationship, celebrity!au, guitarist!winter, actress!oc
WARNINGS. unserious as hell im sawry ???, fake subs for the video!
SYNOPSIS. what it’s like being the girlfriend of lead guitarist, winter kim.
BEFORE YOU READ. so… i’ve decided to write for aespa now 😀 initially intended for this to be x reader but it was hard kinda since i started using kyj as the face claim so i made it x oc 🥹 anw little bg info before u read: winter is in a band called “entropy” and her bandmates are hyuck, jeno, and yunjin! oc is an actress & jaemin is her co-star :D enjoy reading 🫶🏼
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NOTES. i love celeb!aus so much u guys i wanna make more... might make this a mini universe with other one shot sm!aus with the members anw i hope u guys enjoyed this and lmk if any of u want to be added in the taglist for future aespa smaus!
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jiihu · 9 months
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𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋 — 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫
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﹅ summary — struggling to afford your ever-growing bills, you decide to take up the offer of a woman you met in a café. however, she has one rule; don't fall in love.
﹅ content — sugarmommy!minjeong, age difference, angst
﹅ word count — 3.3k
﹅ a/n — this was supposed to be based off of the song ‘hundred dollar bill’ by lana, but honestly i lost the plot
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it was 4 am and you were leaving minjeong's penthouse, your hood pulled up around your head to hide the many crimson marks she'd left littered across your neck and chest. your fingers tightly clutched the laptop that minjeong gifted to you during your first official meeting.
"education is important, sweetheart. take it. it's the least i can do."
minjeong always gave you pricey gifts under the guise of it being the 'least' she could do. coming from a background that was wildly different than hers, it took a while for you to get used to expensive things being the least.
as you stepped out into the quiet, dimly lit street, the cool early morning air sent a shiver down your spine. the weight of the thick, black coat you wore reminded you of the generosity of the woman you had just left behind. minjeong, with her elegant demeanor and enigmatic smile, had captivated you from the moment you met her.
you groaned, rubbing your temples as you looked at the email you received, your semester's tuition due already. "it feels like i just paid this yesterday," you mumbled, your eyes glaring at your phone as if it'd make the payment disappear.
you stood up with a sigh, leaving your bag at the table to place your order at the counter. "just a small tea and milk bread, please." the cashier nodded, pushing buttons on the register before reaching a hand out for your card. you passed it to him, silently praying that there was enough left on your card.
"ma'am? it says your payment was declined." you winced at the volume of his voice, your eyes darting around to see if anyone heard.
"i'll pay for her." you looked up to see a woman with shoulder-length brown hair standing behind you, a soft smile on her face.
"no, it's okay," you turned to the cashier, "i don't want anything." before he could respond, she stepped in front of you, holding out her card. you looked down and saw her passing him a sleek, black credit card and your breath hitched. how much money does this woman have?
"careful. it's hot." her words brought you out of your trance as she passed you your tea, her fingers brushing against yours as you took it. you reached out for your bread, but she'd already turned away and made a beeline to a booth in the back of the store. you hesitantly followed her, hoping that this wasn’t some sort of elaborate scam.
"sorry, this might seem odd, but i overheard what you said earlier. about your tuition." your heart started pounding, suddenly feeling embarrassed about a stranger knowing about your financial issues. "i understand if you're uncomfortable with my intrusion," she continued, her voice gentle and reassuring. "but i couldn't help but notice, and i'd like to offer you a helping hand. no strings attached."
you cautiously took a seat across from her, curiosity mingling with skepticism in your mind. "why would you want to help me?" you asked, unable to hide the hint of suspicion in your voice.
the woman's eyes softened, and she leaned forward slightly. "because i've been there," she replied, her voice laced with empathy. "i know how overwhelming it can be to face financial burdens, especially when it seems like they keep piling up. i've experienced my fair share of struggles, and now that i'm in a more stable position, i believe in paying it forward."
her words resonated with you, your heart fluttering at the idea of no longer having to struggle with money. "thank you," you finally said, genuine gratitude evident in your tone. "but how can i repay you?"
"think of it as a way for me to repay you for your passion for higher education. is that okay?"
you nodded, your heart fluttering as you took in the sight of minjeong. despite being in a dimly lit café, her beauty only seemed to intensify, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of nervousness as she held eye contact with you. the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, intertwining with the hint of minjeong's intoxicating perfume.
conversation continued between you two, minjeong asking about your expectations, and what you wished to gain from this arrangement.
"of course, i don't mind paying for your education. that's what i'm here for, right?"
from that moment on, minjeong had been helping you with not only tuition but also your rent, although you'd basically already moved in with her at this point. her penthouse was filled with your things, from paintings and vases with colorful flowers to clothes scattered around the rooms.
minjeong didn't mind, and in fact, told you how much she loved that you'd practically made the place yours. before you settled in, minjeong's place almost looked deserted, with barely any decoration adorning the walls.
you unlocked your car, collapsed against the seat, and turned on the heat. the instant warmth that enveloped you was a drastic change from the almost half an hour you'd have to wait for heat in your old car. the day after you picked up minjeong to see a movie, she already had a new car waiting for you with a red bow on top in the carport.
"i couldn't let you drive around in that. you deserve something better."
before you could leave, your phone buzzed and you looked down to see a message from minjeong.
'did you leave yet'
you furrowed your eyebrows, your thumbs hovering over the keyboard.
'no'
'is everything okay?'
she didn't respond for a few more minutes and you started to get worried, and shut off the car, prepared to go check on her before your phone buzzed again.
'yeah'
'can you come back up'
"i just left," you mumbled, your eyes starting to feel heavy reminded you of how early in the morning it was.
'minjeong?'
you watched the message bubbles appear and disappear repeatedly until she eventually sent the message.
'i can't sleep without you'
you smiled, your heart fluttering at the thought of minjeong still thinking about you, even after you left. you caught yourself smiling and quickly dropped it. you'd realize sometimes that you're thinking too fondly of her, occasionally smiling to yourself when she plagues your thoughts, which seems like it's on an everyday basis these days.
you jogged back towards the building, speed-walking through the lobby and back to the elevator. you punched in the penthouse button, scanning the card that minjeong gave you as the elevator started its ascent.
once you reached the top level, the doors could barely even open before you saw minjeong appear on the other side. she was standing in an oversized shirt and shorts with a pout on her face before she grabbed your arm, pulling you inside.
"sorry about that. i should've just asked you to stay instead of waiting," she mumbled.
you couldn't help but feel a mixture of amusement and affection at minjeong's pouting expression. her slightly disheveled appearance only made her more endearing in your eyes. you shook your head, trying to suppress the smile tugging at your lips.
"it's alright, minjeong. i don't mind coming back at all," you reassured her, your voice soft. "i'm happy to be here with you."
minjeong's pout faded, replaced by a soft smile that quickly faded into an indescribable expression. she didn't respond and instead led you further into the penthouse, her hand still holding onto your arm as if you'd turn around and leave any moment. the air was filled with a sense of familiarity, the scent of her perfume mixed with your own wafting around the rooms.
as you settled into the comfortable bedroom, minjeong gestured for you to sit on the bed while she headed into the closet. "i'll get you a change of clothes, hold on."
you nodded and watched as minjeong disappeared into the closet. the room seemed strangely quiet, and a wave of unease washed over you. you couldn't help but wonder why minjeong's expression had shifted so suddenly. had you done something wrong?
lost in your thoughts, you absentmindedly toyed with the hem of your coat, your mind replaying the moments you had spent with minjeong. the intimacy you shared, the way she made you feel special, and the genuine affection that seemed to bloom between you—it all felt too good to be true. you found yourself longing for more from her, even if you didn't want to admit it.
moments later, minjeong returned with a fresh set of clothes for you. she handed them to you without a word, her eyes avoiding direct contact. you felt a pang of anxiety in your chest, the weight of the silence becoming almost unbearable.
"i hope these will fit," she finally spoke, her voice lacking its usual warmth. "you can change in the bathroom."
confused and slightly worried, you took the clothes from her, carefully making your way to the bathroom. as you closed the door behind you, you leaned against it, trying to steady your racing thoughts. something was definitely wrong, and you couldn't shake off the feeling that something bad was going to happened.
slowly, you changed out of your clothes, the unfamiliar tension in the room making even the simplest tasks feel heavy. when you emerged from the bathroom, dressed in the fresh clothes minjeong had provided, you found her sitting on the edge of the bed, her gaze fixed on a distant point.
"minjeong, what's going on?" you asked softly, your voice tinged with concern. "you seem… upset."
she let out a sigh, her shoulders slumping. finally, she met your gaze, and the vulnerability in her eyes made your heart ache. "i think we need to talk," she said, her voice laced with sadness.
a sense of dread settled in the pit of your stomach. you slowly approached her, sitting down next to her on the bed. "talk about what?"
she opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out, her jaw visibly clenching. "actually, can we talk in the morning? i'm really tired right now."
"minjeong."
"please," she looked at you, almost pathetically, her eyes pleading with you to drop it. you sighed, walking around her room to tuck yourself into the right side of the bed. you felt the bed dip as she laid on the other side, feeling her eyes on the back of your head before she pushed her arm under your head, her other hand coming to rest on your torso.
"i'm sorry," you barely heard, her voice not even an octave above a faint whisper.
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you woke up the next morning to no sign of minjeong. not even the faint smell of her perfume lingered in the air.
"minjeong?" you called out, sitting up from the bed and looking through the doorway to the kitchen, hoping you'd see her there. you stood up, walked out of the bedroom, and looked all over the house for her, your heart pounding once you realized you'd looked everywhere.
you sat down on the couch, your hands slightly shaking as you laid your head against the arm of the couch. "fuck, she probably knows."
"i know what what?"
you jumped up, startled at the sudden sound of a voice. "minjeong? when'd you get here?"
you turned around to see minjeong standing by the entrance of the living room, her eyes filled with concern as she observed your distressed state. relief washed over you at the sight of her, the worry in your heart beginning to subside.
"i've been here the whole time," she replied softly, stepping closer to you. "i heard you calling my name. everything alright?"
you let out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding and walked toward her, your steps cautious but filled with a mix of relief and confusion. "i… i thought you were gone. i couldn't find you anywhere," you explained, your voice wavering slightly.
minjeong's expression softened, and she reached out to gently cup your face with her hands. "i'm sorry. i didn't mean to worry you," she said sincerely, her thumbs brushing against your cheeks. "i needed some time to gather my thoughts, and i didn't want to burden you."
a mix of emotions flooded through you—relief, understanding, and a touch of lingering unease. you leaned into her touch, feeling the warmth of her hands against your skin. "i'm glad you're okay. but minjeong, please remember that i'm here for you. you can talk to me," you reassured her, your voice filled with genuine care.
minjeong's eyes softened, gratitude evident in her gaze. "thank you, sweetheart. i appreciate your understanding."
"also, what did you want to talk about last night?" minjeong's eyes hardened at your words, before it was gone almost without a trace, a gentle smile taking its place.
"nothing. it was silly." you looked at her, part of you wanting to press her about it, but the other part scared to bring it up in case it upset her again. "by the way, i found a newly built bathhouse earlier that we could go to. if you're interested, of course."
you raised an eyebrow. "bathhouse? i thought you hated those?"
"i do. but i know you like them." you nodded, smiling at her.
"i'd love to."
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you lay down in one of the hot rooms, the steam enveloping your bodies as you both sought solace and relaxation. minjeong's arm served as a makeshift pillow behind your head, providing comforting support. the heat from the sauna seeped into your skin, creating a soothing sensation amidst the tense atmosphere.
as the minutes ticked by in silence, the weight of minjeong's words lingered in the air. you could sense her restlessness, her desire to address the topic that had been weighing on her mind. it was clear that she wanted to talk about something, and the uncertainty of it all made your heart pound in your ears.
minjeong's question stayed in the back of your mind, the weight of unspoken feelings lingering between you. but at that moment, as the steam swirled around you and the gentle sound of water echoed in the background, you both made an unspoken agreement to set aside that conversation for now.
instead, you decided to embrace the present moment and enjoy the tranquility of the bathhouse. the soothing heat of the sauna enveloped your body, relaxing your muscles and melting away any tension. you found solace in the simple act of being together, the unspoken understanding between you becoming a comforting presence.
as you reclined in the sauna, minjeong's arm still resting behind your head, you allowed yourself to fully immerse in the serene atmosphere. the sound of your steady breaths intertwined with the soft murmurs of other bathers, creating a sense of peacefulness.
occasionally, your eyes would meet, and a shared smile would pass between you, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken bond you two shared. words were not needed in that moment, as minjeong's eyes held the emotions that she could not express.
in the bathhouse, time seemed to lose its meaning. minutes molded into hours as you moved from one relaxing room to another, your conversations never about any serious topics. the hot springs, the cold rooms, and the aromatic steam rooms gave you relaxation that the both of you needed.
you relished in the intimate moments, the stolen glances, and the gentle touches that spoke volumes without the need for words.
as the day continued, and the bathhouse began to quiet down, you found yourselves back in the soothing embrace of the sauna. the warmth of the room cocooned you, making you forget about minjeong's words. at least, for now.
you leaned against minjeong's side, her presence both making you nervous, but also comforting. as you closed your eyes, a contented sigh escaped your lips, and a peaceful silence enveloped you both. in that moment, it didn't matter that the conversation about your feelings remained untouched. you assumed that she opted for showing you, not telling you.
"should we go home now?" you nodded, picking your head up from minjeong's shoulder. the two of you walked back to the locker room, enveloped in a casual conversation about dinner. "hey, can you go to the grocery store and get us some rice and pork belly? you can take the car, i'll call a driver."
"of course," you replied, a gentle smile on your lips. the thought of preparing a meal together felt comforting and familiar, and it could also be a way to finally get minjeong to say what's been on her mind lately. "i'll go to the one right down the street."
leaving the building, you made your way to the car and drove to the nearest grocery store. after you reached the parking lot, you sent minjeong a text.
'is there anything else you want'
you waited for a response before you went inside until about 5 minutes had passed and she hadn't responded. you tried to ignore the sinking feeling in your chest, putting your phone away and entering the store. as you shopped around for what you needed, you also picked up a few snacks from the shelves. "this looks like something minjeong would eat," you mumbled to yourself, putting random items into the cart.
you looked down at your phone again after you reached the register, hoping to see a response from her, but she still hadn't responded. with the groceries in hand, you returned to the car and began the journey back home. you tried to ignore the nervousness you felt, trying to only focus on the idea of making a meal with minjeong.
however, as you arrived at the penthouse, a sense of unease washed over you. you hesitantly stepped inside and realized, once again, minjeong was nowhere to be found, and the usually inviting atmosphere felt empty and devoid of her presence. a sinking feeling settled in the pit of your stomach.
walking past the living room, your heart sank further when you found a note left behind on the kitchen counter.
my love,
i couldn't find the words to tell you in person, so i'm telling you here. it hurts me to write this, maybe even more than you, but i've made the difficult decision to leave.
please understand that my intentions were never to cause you pain. you have brought immense joy and love into my life, and for that, i am eternally grateful. but there are emotions within me that i have been battling with, emotions that i find myself unable to express—to fully understand.
in our moments together, i have felt feelings that i have never experienced before. the way you touch my heart, the way you see into the depths of my being, it both exhilarates and terrifies me. and it is this fear, this overwhelming sense of vulnerability, that has made me decide to leave.
please know that my decision to leave is not a reflection of you or our relationship. it is a reflection of my own inner struggles, and my own need for clarity. i need time for myself, to find the courage to open up to you in a genuine way.
i’ve paid the rest of your tuition, and left some money aside for you in case you choose to further your education. you’re free to stay here as long as you want, but in case you don’t—in case the memories here are too much to bear, i’ve paid your rent for three years.
i hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me, to understand that this is not a rejection of our love, but rather a painful step towards growth. i promise you, with every fiber of my being, that i will return when i am ready to share my heart completely and when i can give you the love and honesty that you deserve.
please take care of yourself, my love. hold onto the memories we have shared, and know that my absence is not an absence of love, but a necessary journey for us both. you have touched my soul in ways that words fail to capture, and for that, i will forever be grateful.
yours truly,
minjeong.
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Wilful Misfortune
Karina & Winter x Ex Trainee F!Reader
Genre: Fluff, Angst
Warnings: Swearing, Alcohol, Break-Ups, Depression, Isolation, Social Anxiety, Car Accidents, Hospitals, Suicidal Thoughts, Mentions of Death
Word Count: 10.7k
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A content smile graced your lips as you leaned back against Jimin’s chest, basking in the golden glow of the sun that flooded through the window. Her arms wrapped securely around your waist, face nuzzled into the crook of your neck as you simply enjoyed the rare opportunity to just be with one another. Neither of you paid much attention to the movie that played in the background, far too engrossed in one another. “God, I missed this,” Jimin sighed blissfully, lips brushing against your skin as she spoke. Grinning broadly, you laid your head on her shoulder, meeting her gentle gaze. “Me too, I can’t remember the last time we did this,” you mumbled, lips jutting out in a pout.
“I’m sorry, I’ve just been so busy lately,” Jimin frowned apologetically, fingers toying with the fabric of the hoodie you wore, her hoodie to be precise. “It’s not your fault,” you smiled, bringing a hand up to caress her cheek in understanding. “I know, but I just wish I had more time with you.” She huffed, unconsciously leaning further into your touch. “Anything you give me is enough,” you assured, brushing the pad of your thumb over her cheek. “Still,” she insisted, dropping her head back to the crook of your neck with a regretful sigh. Your brows pinched at the sight, awkwardly shifting on the couch as you twisted to face her. “I knew what I was doing when I agreed to date you Jimin, and I wouldn’t dare change a thing.” You declared, forcing her to meet your determined gaze.
“Even when we can’t spend time with each other for months?” Jimin questioned in mild disbelief, suddenly overcome by a river of doubts that flooded her mind. “Even then.” You said, wasting no time before shutting down her concerns. “Why?” She uttered weakly, tone laced with uncertainty. “Because I love you,” you breathed out, the words rolling off your tongue with ease. Jimin couldn’t help the smile that naturally quirked at her lips upon hearing those words, her eyes softening by tenfold. “Besides, moments like these are worth it. Every minute I get to spend with you makes up for all the lost time,” you whispered, playfully nudging your nose against hers. Scrunching her face up and releasing an airy chuckle, Jimin pressed her forehead to yours.
“I love you so much,” she confessed, lips barely brushing against yours as her eyes fluttered shut. You grinned, eagerly surging forward to connect your lips, hands clutching her shoulders for support. Jimin smiled against your lips, heart thrashing wildly against her ribs, warmth blooming in her chest. Pulling back with a breathless giggle, you quickly pecked her lips before curling up against her. Chuckling, she carefully snaked her arms around your waist, pressing her lips to the side of your head as she began to gently comb a hand through your hair. You comfortably tucked your head into the crook of her neck, nose nuzzling against her soft skin. Jimin happily sunk further into the couch cushions, settling comfortably below you.
The familiar creak of a door followed by light footfall had the two of you glancing up in curiosity. Neither of you bothered to move, her members already used to the two of you lazing around on off days. “Hey Minjeong,” Jimin greeted casually as the younger girl rounded the corner. The latter merely nodded her head in acknowledgement before meeting your eyes, gaze turning hostile as she stared between the two of you. Minjeong rolled her eyes as you sent her smile, strolling off without a word. Jimin turned to you with a sympathetic frown, hating the way your smile faltered. She studied the way your eyes followed Minjeong hopefully, sighing as the flicker of hope faded and your eyes dulled.
“You okay baby?” Jimin asked, brows furrowing as you reluctantly turned to meet her gaze. Nodding your head slowly, you sent her a reassuring smile, one that didn’t quite reach your eyes. Truth be told, the leader never managed to uncover the reason behind Minjeong’s evident hatred for you. Back in her trainee days, she recalled the two of you being closer than Jimin was to either of you. Always joined at the hip and giggling about some nonsense no one else seemed to understand. You shared a bond like no other, but now, Minjeong couldn’t even hear your name without scowling. These days you always looked saddened around the younger, but also hopeful, wordlessly holding your hand out to a friendship that Minjeon had slammed the door on years ago.
“Talk to me,” Jimin urged, sitting up as she adjusted you in her lap. “It’s nothing,” you muttered with a sigh, glancing wistfully at the window. “You know you can tell me anything,” your girlfriend persuaded, reaching up to grasp your chin between her thumb and forefinger. “I know, I just- Can we just cuddle?” You asked, forehead creased in a frown as you stared pleadingly into her chocolate brown orbs. “Of course,” she agreed in a heartbeat, not wanting to push further. “It’s been a while since we watched the sunset together,” Jimin mumbled as she pulled you closer, easily distracting you from the previous interaction. As far as Jimin knew, neither you nor her understood why Minjeong had begun to loathe you in the first place.
~~
It was early the next morning when you awoke a painfully dry throat that longed for relief. Sleepily rubbing your eyes, you reluctantly slipped from Jimin’s warm hold, quietly padding towards the kitchen. You shuffled through the threshold, making a beeline for the fridge, happily gulping down a bottle of cold water. Once your thirst was quenched, you abruptly spun on your heel, yelping in surprise at the sight of Minjeong standing before you. She shot you an unimpressed stare, shoulder nudging yours with force as she brushed past you with a scoff. “Minjeong-ah,” you trailed off, features tainted with confliction as you stared after her. “Winter,” she corrected sharply, refusing to meet your gaze as she busied herself in the fridge.
You tilted your head in confusion, brows pinched, flinching as she harshly slammed the fridge door shut harshly. “Only my friends call me Minjeong,” she uttered, voice so cold it was unfamiliar. Your heart ached in your chest, lips sucked between your teeth. “I thought we were friends Min,” you uttered weakly, mind jumping back to a time in which the girl before you was always by your side. When you’d sworn to stay best friends forever, even if you didn’t have the luxury of debuting together, you still had your dreams, pinkies linked in a promise. “You thought wrong,” Minjeong grits out, fists tightly clenched by her side. “Please just tell me what I did wrong,” you begged, almost certain it was the millionth time you’d asked this question.
Rolling her eyes for the nth time, Minjeong picked up her plated food, storming towards the living room. “Please, Minjeong,” you pleaded, catching her by the arm. Her eyes narrowed as she glared down at your firm grip on her wrist, ripping her arm from your grasp. “It’s worse that you don’t even care enough to remember,” she huffed, nostrils flared and features hardened as she trudged away. Sighing, you ran a hand through your hair in frustration, lips pursed as your gaze followed her. For someone who was once your best friend, you couldn’t recall the last time you’d had a civil conversation. One day you woke up and the younger girl was no longer by your side, but rather going to great lengths to stray as far away from you as possible.
She was suddenly cold and disinterested, brushing you off any chance she got. Never replying to texts and barely muttering more than a few harsh words to you. Losing your best friend was a pain like no other, constantly seeing her only made it harder. She was always just out of reach, teasingly dangled before you but never truly there, not for you at least. You hated whenever the thought poisoned your mind, but it was admittedly suspicious that her sudden hatred only began a mere day after Jimin had asked you out. Minjeong wasn’t like that, she would never end a friendship over something so foolish. She would’ve talked to you, that’s what you hoped all this time. But it seemed she only grew closer to Jimin with each passing day she pushed herself further from you. 
You didn’t want to believe Minjeong may have feelings for the leader, it was a truth you were unprepared for.
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It was mid afternoon when Jimin sat down with her fellow members, hands undeniably shaky as she fought off her nerves. “Spit it out already, you’re scaring us,” Aeri blurted out, uncomfortable with the tense silence that loomed over them. “Is it something bad?” Yizhuo questioned with a small pout adorning her lips, brows furrowed in concern. “No, nothing bad,” their leader assured, breathing out a shaky sigh. “Is it about Y/n? I haven’t seen you this anxious since you asked her to be your girlfriend.” The main rapper observed, eyes narrowed in suspicion. Minjeong who sat quietly on the couch clenched her jaw at the mere mention of your name. Gulping harshly, Jimin nodded hesitantly, ignoring the teasing remarks that flew past Aeri’s lips.
“Listen, Y/n and I’s anniversary is coming up soon and I really wanna do something special,” Jimin confessed, anxiously toying with her sleeve at the thought. “You guys are so cute,” Yizhuo gushed, a fond smile tugging at her lips. “Everything has to be perfect for her,” their leader muttered with a determined grin, eyes filled with adoration for you. “You’re such a sap,” Aeri teased, but smiled nonetheless. “I was wondering if you guys would be willing to help,” Jimin asked carefully, gaze briefly flickering to Minjeong, who stared blankly at the window. “Of course!” The youngest exclaimed with a cheerful grin. “We’d be happy to help-” “No. Absolutely not.” Minjeong broke her silence, cutting the rapper off with her firm refusal.
“Minjeong-ah..” Yizhuo trailed off, gently grasping at her arm. Minjeong tugged her arm away harshly, crossing them over her chest defensively. “I’m not fucking helping with anything to do with her,” the short haired girl seethed, eyes alight with a burning rage. “It won’t be that bad, for Jimin-” Aeri attempted to convince her, but she was beyond that. “No. I hate that bitch, I’m not going anywhere near her,” Minjeong grumbled, glaring at the floor beneath her. “Minjeong! Don’t be rude,” Aeri scolded in disbelief, looking at the younger as if she’d grown a second head. “I don’t give a fuck,” she swore, shoulders tense as she rose to her feet, storming out of the room. “I’ll talk to her,” Yizhuo offered, sending Jimin an apologetic smile.
“Don’t worry, I’ll handle it,” the eldest finally spoke up, fists clenched by her sides as she sauntered after the younger, eyes scarily dark. Upon reaching Minjeong’s room, Jimin stepped inside, slamming the door shut behind her. Startled, the younger glanced up, scoffing at the sight of her glaring leader. “Would you care to explain what the fuck that was?” Jimin questioned harshly, fueled by a protective rage. “I don’t have to explain myself,” Minjeong huffed, crossing her legs as she raised a condescending brow. “Y/n might let that bullshit slide, but I won’t,” the leader fumed, eyes narrowed as she stared down at the younger expectantly. “So explain,” Jimin demanded, hand resting at her hip.
“No,” Minjeong refused, hands balled into fists. “If not to me, then to Y/n. She deserves that much,” Jimin grits out, taking a menacing step closer. The short haired girl only adamantly shook her head, averting her gaze to the wall. “I don’t even understand why you’re so mad at her, none of us do.” Jimin cried out, running a hand through her hair in frustration. “I hate her!” Minjeong suddenly yelled, startling the elder. “Why?” Jimin asked, mildly irritated by constantly running in circles. “Because I just do!” The younger girl yelled again, a barely noticeable crack in her voice, but the leader caught it. “She misses you,” Jimin tried a softer approach, watching as Minjeong’s walls began to crumble. “I hate her-” Minjeong’s voice broke as she finally met her leader's gaze, eyes brimming with tears.
“It’s her fault,” Minjeong sniffled, no longer having the energy to shout. “She doesn’t know what she did, but I know she’s sorry,” Jimin attempted to mend your broken friendship. “Y/n loves you,” the leader pushed further, trying to garner a reaction. “If she loves me, then she should leave me alone,” the short haired girl huffed, turning her back to Jimin. “I hate that I have to see her in our dorms, hear her name everyday, you all talk about how amazing she is but I fucking hate her,” Minjeong grit out in a whisper, a stay tear rolling down her cheek. The younger scoffed lightly, her emotions all bubbling over at once after years of suppression. “Minjeong, what really happened between the two of you?” Jimin asked gently, forgetting about her role as your girlfriend, but rather being a good friend to her closest member.
~~
3 years ago
It was a late one summer evening when you ungraciously stumbled through the halls of the trainee dorms at SM Entertainment. The blindingly bright grin that adorned your lips almost concealed the tears that endlessly cascaded down your rosy cheeks as you sniffled. You willed yourself to remain smiling as you rose your tightly clenched fist to rap against the familiar door. It swung open mere seconds later, Minjeong appearing before you with a cheery grin that faded as she caught sight of your tears that glistened in the sunlight. Her brows furrowed as she ushered you inside, slamming the door shut before turning to you in concern. She gently swiped at your dampened cheeks with the pad of her thumb, lips jutting out in a pout.
“What happened Y/n?” She questioned, reaching out to grasp your hand in support. “Nothing,” you shook your head, smiling uncharacteristically wide. Minjeong’s forehead creased in a frown at your words, giving your hand a gentle squeeze of encouragement as you hiccupped. She watched as your walls began to crumble, eyes filling with fresh tears as you gazed into her chocolate brown orbs that swirled with care. “I didn’t make it Min,” you uttered weakly, lip quivering. “What do you mean?” She asked in confusion, mind travelling far and wide. “They pulled me from the line-up,” you murmured, the words finally beginning to sink in. “They what?” Minjeong whispered in disbelief, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill.
“We’re not gonna debut together,” you continued, staring blankly ahead in realisation. Your best friend shook her head rapidly in doubt, wishing it were a nightmare she’d wake up from any second now. But her dream never came true, your loose grasp on her hand a reminder of the harsh reality she was faced with. “I don’t know what to do Minjeong,” you stuttered out weakly, eyes glassy. “This is my whole life,” you admitted, staring at the younger in mild horror. “I wasted my entire life only to end up failing,” you stated, realisation washing over you like a bucket of ice cold water. “That’s not true,” she huffed, desperately trying to salvage what was left of this hopeless dream.
“There’s always the next group, or other companies-” She argued, but to no avail. “Stop it Minjeong, it’s hopeless,” you mumbled in defeat. “Let’s face it, I’m not good enough. I never will be,” you spoke monotonous, but she knew you were broken. “Please don’t say that,” she begged, her bottom lip trembling. “Minjeong-ah?” You asked gently, lacing your fingers with hers. She merely hummed in response, mind searching for any possible solution. “Can we just pretend like everything’s normal?” You pleaded with the younger, wanting to forget about the overwhelming situation and just go back to how things were. “Sure,” Minjeong agreed without missing a beat, for there was nothing else she could do for you.
“You get the soju, and I’ll pick a movie,” you proposed. “Pick a good movie,” Minjeong demanded with a sniffle, acting as though everything was fine was the least she could do. Taking the time to wipe her tears as she pulled the soju out from its hiding place, she padded towards you with a believable smile. “What’d you pick?” She questioned eagerly, plopping down by your side on the bed. She groaned when you showed her the screen, “you know I prefer action!” She exclaimed at your choice but you merely smiled innocently. Minjeong huffed, crossing her arms over her chest with the shake of her head. “I thought I told you to pick a good movie,” she grumbled under her breath, enjoying the sound of your laughter that followed. Just like normal.
You only managed to get halfway through the film before the both of you began to drunkenly giggle as you pulled silly faces at one another. A content smile falling on your lips as the younger girl pointed at you in a fit of laughter, bottles of soju laying discarded on the floor. Her cackles began to die down upon noticing your regretful expression. “What’s wrong?” She hiccuped, forehead creased in a frown. “I’m sorry I couldn’t keep my promise,” you mumbled apologetically, glancing at the roof thoughtfully. “What do you mean?” She grumbled, brows furrowed cutely. “I’m sorry we can’t debut together, it’s my fault.” You sighed, Minjeong’s lips jutting out in a pout at your words.
“Let’s make a new promise!” She cheered in excitement, clumsily crawling towards you. You hummed thoughtfully, turning to face her outstretched pinky that hovered before your face, linking yours with hers without hesitation. “Let’s promise to be best friends forever!” Minjeong grinned, eyes lit up with joy and cheeks flushed from the alcohol. You reflected her smile with one of your own features softening at the proposal. Just as you were about to pull apart, she gripped your hand tightly in her own, brows sewn in doubt. “I don’t want this promise to ever break,” she mumbled, lips pursed pensively. “How do we make sure what happened last time never happens again?” Minjeong asked, fearful of yet another broken promise.
Her gaze briefly dropped to your lips before travelling back to your eyes, leaving her to blink in surprise at the bizarre thought that crossed her mind. “Minjeong-ah,” you whispered dazedly, suddenly acutely aware of how her face was only mere inches from yours, the way her eyes kept flickering to your lips as she edged closer. She tilted her head in wonder, chocolate brown orbs sparked with a dangerous curiosity as tension lingered between your lips. “Can I try something Y/n?” Minjeong whispered, your eyes filled with uncertainty, but the second she met your gaze it all washed away. So you nodded, nose nudging against hers before her lips were barely brushing against yours in an innocent peck.
Her glossy pink lips moved hesitantly against yours in a clumsy kiss, hand blindly searching for yours. You felt the younger quirk a smile as her hand found yours, fingers lacing together as you grasped tightly at one another's hands. Her eagerness to deepen the kiss could only be described as uncoordinated bliss when her tongue hesitantly swiped across your lips, nose bumping yours. She basked in the taste of your strawberry chapstick, before pulling away with a breathless chuckle. “What’s so funny?” You asked, sporting a nervous smile. “I was just thinking about how I won’t be needing to borrow any of your chapstick anymore,” Minjeong hummed with a mischievous grin.
You furrowed your brows in confusion, staring at her inquisitively. “I can just do this instead,” she surged forward rather clumsily, lips meeting yours in an greedy kiss. You shied away from her gaze as she pulled back, cheeks dusted pink. “Are you blushing Y/n?” She exclaimed with a teasing smirk, leaning closer for further inspection. “It’s the alcohol,” you defended with a pout, but nothing could prevent the teasing that was to come. Your ‘best friend’ poked fun at you for a while longer before her lips eventually found yours again. While this was far from normal, it was something you could definitely get used to.
~~
Minjeong’s gaze flickered around the quaint cafe nervously, excitement shining in her eyes. She cupped her perspiring palms around the ice cold cup in order to stop herself from inevitably fiddling as she anxiously awaited your arrival. She hadn't seen you since that fateful night, but her mind never left the moment, trapped in an endless loop of the hazy memory. Her heart thrashed wildly against her ribs at the mere thought, chest tightening as bells chimed, signalling the entrance of a customer. Glancing up hopefully, Minjeong was disappointed to find a group of uniformed students giggling as they stumbled inside, a tired sigh escaping her parted lips. The immense longing she had for you was driving her insane.
A light tap on her shoulder startled the younger girl, a yelp flying past her lips as she whipped her head around in surprise. “Y/n!” She cheered, breathing out a sigh of relief. The moment she laid her eyes upon you, it felt as though everything fell into place, a smile quirking at her lips, heart coming to a slow. “I missed you,” you muttered, wrapping her up in a hug that lasted not nearly long enough. Only a week had passed, but the younger swore you looked far brighter, the smile never leaving your face. Perhaps taking a step back from training was leading you in the right direction. “How’ve you been?” Minjeong asked, pushing over the iced drink she’d been cradling, it was your favourite.
“Really good,” you breathed out, a sincere smile settling on her face at your words. “The first few days were hard,” you admitted, forehead creasing into a frown at the thought. “But then I got thinking, and that stupid movie we watched last week popped into my head.” You smiled, recalling the night that had Minjeong caught in an endless spiral of feelings for you. “Watching it made me happier, especially when I was with my favourite person.” Minjeong felt heat rising to her cheeks at your words, a hopeful grin adorning her lips. “It inspired me, I want to be able to have that kind of effect on people. And I thought, what better way to reach people than through a screen?” The younger raised an inquisitive brow at your statement.
“I think I want to pursue a career in acting,” you proudly announced, taking a nervous sip at your drink as you awaited her reaction. “I mean why waste all the PR training?” You joked. “Really? That’s amazing, I’m happy for you Y/n, I know you’ll make a great actress.” Minjeong smiled encouragingly, reaching across the table to grasp your hand. “I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you, I couldn’t have done any of this without you!” You confessed, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “I’ll be by your side for this new journey too,” Minjeong promised, a shiver running down her spine as you ran the pad of your thumb over her hand. “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” you grinned, eyes crinkling into crescents.
“Aside from this exciting new development, what else happened?” Minjeong questioned with a knowing smile, your head tilting in confusion. “I know you, Y/n. And I don’t think I’ve seen you this happy in a long time..” She trailed off, a curious smile tugging at her lips as she tightened her grip on your hand hopefully. “Oh right!” You exclaimed, carefully picking up the flowers that lay discarded on the table, Minjeong wasn’t sure how she hadn't noticed them earlier. You raised them to your nose, softly inhaling their intoxicating scent as you admired their beauty with a look of adoration. “Well, Jimin unnie visited me a couple days ago,” you began with a giddy smile, Minjeong’s heart dropping to her stomach as she finally recognised the look in your eyes.
“She was just checking in on me at first, but then she started visiting everyday..” You continued, Minjeong’s smile gradually fading as yours grew wider with every word. “She confessed to me Minjeong, it was adorable how nervous she was!” You gushed, fingers twiddling with the bouquet. The younger let her grip on your hand loosen, blinking in mild confusion as you kept chatting away animatedly. “I was sceptical at first, I didn’t want to rush into anything in my current state. But Minjeong she’s been so good to me,” you released a blissful sigh, recalling your moments with your former fellow trainee. Too enraptured by thoughts of Jimin, you barely even noticed as Minjeong’s hand began to slip from your grasp, grip growing weaker with each passing second.
“She never pushed me, or expected anything, she was just there for me.” You raved about the older with a love sick smile, one that made Minjeong feel dizzy. But this time it wasn’t out of her adoration for you, but from the pain of feeling her heart shatter into a million irreparable shards. “I really like her. She makes me feel safe, and comfortable, but also nervous all at the same time.” You confessed, grinning at your phone as it began to buzz, the younger girl didn’t need to ask who it was, the shine in your eyes told her all she needed to know. While she’d been obsessing over you all week, you’d been doing the exact same thing, but only for someone else.
Minjeong plastered a faux smile on her face as you stood to take the call, excusing yourself from the table. She stared blankly at the bouquet of white lilies, swallowing harshly as she heard you gleefully talking into your phone. Perhaps the kiss you had shared was a dream, Minjeong shut down the thought upon recalling the sweet taste of your lips that now left her feeling nothing but bitter. Her hands curled into fists as thoughts of that night flooded her mind, something that had once brought her nothing but happiness was now the fuel to her growing rage. A scoff escaped her lips as she took one last glance at you, rather than delight, she felt contempt at the sight of your blindingly bright smile. 
By the time you ended the call, Minjeong had vacated the table and your friendship.
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“I loved her so much, but I guess she never felt the same,” Minjeong whispered, bringing her hand up to swipe away the fresh tears. Jimin found herself at a loss for words, having listened intently to the whole story, her jaw hanging open in shock. “Minjeongie,” was all she managed to utter before pulling her into a comforting hug, still stunned speechless. This wasn’t just anyone they were talking about, it was you, her Y/n. Jimin didn’t know what to say, she didn’t even know what to think, all she knew was that Minjeong needed her right now. “I’m sorry for getting you wrapped up in this,” the younger sniffled, pulling back to wipe her tears once more. 
“Shhh, don’t apologise. Just let me be there for you,” Jimin proposed, frowning at the sight of Minjeong’s red and puffy eyes. The younger hesitantly nodded her head, allowing herself to properly open herself up for the first time since your friendship ended. The leader spent the next few days fussing over her member, she felt somewhat guilty for the events that had transpired all those years ago. It seemed that Minjeong was just as hurt as she was that day in the cafe, all her pent up emotions suddenly escaping as she finally had the chance to vent. She let herself open up to Jimin, leaning on the older girl for support, bringing the two far closer. But there wasn’t a moment that passed in which Jimin’s mind wasn’t filled with thoughts of you.
She wanted to talk to you, but god what would she say? She was supposed to be mad at you. How could you kiss Minjeong and then start dating her all in the same week? You hurt her best friend beyond repair, she couldn’t understand how you would do something so cruel, not when you were the kindest soul she knew. Nothing made sense anymore, and she found herself beginning to question your entire relationship, burdened with a seed of doubt that was now permanently planted in her mind. Jimin wasn’t sure whether she really knew you anymore, the Y/n that hurt Minjeong wasn’t the one she asked to be her girlfriend. Jimin began to wonder if she ever really knew you.
Sucking her lips between her teeth, the leader unconsciously began to gnaw at the skin. So deep in thought, Jimin almost failed to notice the familiar ringtone that bounced from the walls of her dark room, curtains shutting out any light. She glanced at the glowing screen with a frown, an exhausted sigh escaping her lips. It had been days since you’d seen each other, she hadn’t bothered to check any of your messages after hearing Minnjeong’s story. But you never stopped calling, you’d always attempt to check in on her at least once a day. A part of her wished you’d give up and save you both from the pain, but her heart longed for the opposite. She was so incredibly mad and confused, yet she still loved you, but she couldn’t bring herself to answer, not yet.
~~
You sat cooped up in your room, knees tucked into your chest and back pressed against the cold wall. Staring down at your phone, you read over the numerous unanswered messages you’d sent to Jimin in the past few weeks. You hated feeling burdensome, it was never your intention to bother the idol, you just wanted to at least know that she was doing okay. Although a news article could probably give you more information than your girlfriend would right now. You constantly worried over Jimin’s wellbeing, wanting to be a shoulder for her to lean on whenever the weight of being a leader became unbearable. But perhaps she’d finally gotten sick of all your nagging. Left without any explanations regarding her sudden avoidance, you were left to overthink all the possible scenarios that may have led to this.
You racked your brain day and night for anything you did to upset her, but to no avail. Eventually you stopped calling, things clearly weren’t changing, and you didn’t know how many more ignored texts you could handle. As much as you longed to stop by the dorms and make sure she was okay, you dreaded the idea just as much. If she were to be fine after weeks without you, you weren’t sure it was something you were ready to face. Having Jimin ignore you out of spite or upset was one thing, but if she really had moved on, it wasn’t a reality you could even bear to imagine. You held out hope for your love that had faced too many hardships to give up this easily, but it didn’t stop your insecurities from getting the best of you. It was part of the reason you couldn’t bring yourself to continuously call her any longer.
However, today was different. In the time that had passed, it had gradually crept closer to the date of your anniversary. Something you refused to ignore no matter how much Jimin avoided you. Today was too special to be dismissed, so with a hopeful sigh, you hesitantly reached for your discarded. Your fingers trembled as you tapped at the screen, hovering over Jimin’s contact with brewing anxiousness. The second your finger connected with the dimmed screen, instant regret washed over you like a bucket of ice cold water. You held your breath in anticipation, chest tightening as the dial tone taunted you the longer it resounded throughout the painfully silent room. “Please pick up,” you whispered into the silence, eyes squeezed tightly shut in suspense.
A near silent scoff escaped your lips as the dial tone came to an abrupt halt. She didn’t answer..
“Hello?” Jimin’s hesitant voice whispered into the microphone instantly lifting all the weight from atop your chest. “Y/n?” She called out, your eyes fluttering shut upon hearing your name effortlessly roll off the top of her tongue. It’d been far too long since you’d hear her soothing voice. “Hey,” you managed to croak out, voice concerningly raspy. “How have you been?” She asked, tone laced with an undisguisable guilt. Your features hardened as the idiotic question crackled through the speaker, forehead creasing into a frown. “How have I been?” You repeated incredulously, grip on the device tightening by tenfold. “Did you really just ask me that? It’s been weeks Jimin where the fuck have you been?” You questioned in disbelief, an indescribably rage overcoming you after being blatantly ignored.
“I’m sorry,” was all Jimin uttered, releasing a heavy sigh as she stared at the blank wall ahead. “Is that all you have to say?” You asked, an empty chuckle slipping past your lips, letting your head fall back against the wall with a dull thud. “You ignored me for weeks Jimin. Weeks.” You huffed, lips parting as a tired sigh escaped you. “I’m sorry,” she muttered again in a pathetic attempt to rid herself of an inevitable guilt. “I was worried about you,” you reluctantly confessed, anger dissipating as you remembered the pain of the past few weeks. “I don’t know what to say,” Jimin admitted, chest heavy with regrets. “Why’d you do it?” You asked weakly, heart aching with longing and heartbreak.
“Because-” Jimin paused, inhaling sharply. She clenched her jaw in preparation, hands curling into fists. “I can’t do this anymore.” The words struck your heart with an unexplainable pain, steady breaths halting as your lips began to tremble. You sensed it from a mile away, but it did nothing to numb the unpreventable hurt. You knew Jimin like the back of your hand, the second she answered the call you knew it was over. But you never wanted to believe it true, a reality you’d never be prepared for no matter what. “Okay,” you breathed out in acceptance, a silent tear rolling down your rosy cheeks. You refused to let her hear your pain, she’d already taken enough from you, this was all you had left.
“I know I have no right to ask..” Jimin trailed off, sounding just as broken as you felt. You hated it, she was the instigator, so why was she so upset? “Just say it Jimin,” you pleaded, wanting nothing more than to hang up and let the sobs that were threatening to bubble from your throat break free. “C-Can we just pretend everythings normal? One last time,” she begged, it was cruel of her to ask, and yet you wanted nothing but the same thing. To enjoy one last moment of your love even if it was entirely a lie. So with a clenched jaw, you found yourself cheerily uttering the words, “Hey Jimin,” pretending as though you’d just picked up the phone. “Hi Jagi!” She exclaimed with a sniffle, you couldn’t help but scoff at her enthusiasm. 
“Never been better,” you huffed, scowling as your voice wavered. “I heard you got cast in another drama!” Jimin cheered in excitement, doing her best to act as though everything were normal. ‘One last time’, she promised herself, it wasn’t one she was certain she could keep. “I’m proud of you,” she praised with a sincere smile despite the tears that endlessly cascaded down her dampened cheeks. “Thanks,” you sniffled, no longer bothering to disguise your heartbreak. A painfully long pause of silence raised the tension between you once more, your lips sucked between your teeth. “It’s really over, isn’t it?” You questioned into the silence, blinking back fresh tears as reality began to sink in. “I’m so sorry, Y/n.” Jimin cried into the phone, repeatedly uttering the same phrase until she was reduced to broken sobs.
“Happy anniversary Jimin,” you mumbled in defeat, letting your phone slip through your fingers as you hung up without another word. 
~~
You stared blankly at the ceiling, eyes dull as you head sunk further into the pillow that was still damp with fresh tears after days on end of sobbing into the same fabric. The apartment was suffocating you with endless memories of Jimin, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to leave. Mind wandering to the night Aespa’s leader had first stayed over, the heavy rain pelting against your window much like it had that day. You’d refused to let her leave in such harsh weather conditions in fear of losing her to the storm, and the older girl had always been terrible at saying no to you. So she stayed. At first it was awkward as you lay in bed side by side, both longing to hold eachother but forcing yourself to the edges of the bed. But the moment her hand gently brushed against yours everything fell into place.
You groaned at the memory, feeling fresh tears spring to your eyes. You didn’t want to cry anymore, you were tired. Rising to sit with a sigh of exhaustion, you reluctantly slipped out of the pile of blankets that had kept you sheltered from the world for over a week. That’s how long it’d been since Jimin had broken your heart, and hell it had been. You couldn’t remember eating, in all honestly you weren’t even sure you’d left the bed. Even raising a single finger felt impossible in those past weeks, your throat dry with an aching desire for water. Your breaths were shallow as you shuffled through your apartment, moving like a zombie as you passed through the kitchen. 
With shaky hands you reached for your keys that lay discarded on the kitchen counter where you’d left them. You fumbled slightly before grasping them firmly, hands still trembling as you stumbled out the door, pulling your hoodie over your head. Your gaze was set on the floor as you traipsed through the halls with half lidded eyes. Shoes scuffing against the concrete as you reached the garage, clumsily climbing into your car as you shivered in the cold. Your body moved on autopilot as the car roared to life, accelerating out of the garage with a tired sigh as you watched the rain pour down on your windscreen. With a careless sigh you began to drive down the quiet streets, enjoying a break from the suffocation your apartment filled you with.
There was no destination to your journey as sped up upon approaching the expressway, squinting in the darkness as the rain hammered down against your car. Your grip on the wheel tightened significantly, jaw clenched as thoughts of what had transpired over the past few weeks, years even, flooded your mind. In all honesty, after losing your chance to debut you’d begun to close yourself off from the world. While you maintained contact with the members of Aespa and gained a few acquaintances in the acting world, you never risked entering a close friendship after losing Minjeong so suddenly. You’d never moved on from the day she’d abruptly terminated your friendship without reason, the situation with Jimin was far too similar to that of the past.
You couldn’t help but feel as though you’d fallen short in every category of life. Unworthy of debut, incapable of maintaining a friendship, and undeserving of a happy ending with the one you thought was the love of your life. Nothing had ever gone right for you, and now there was no one to catch you as you clumsily stumbled down a dark path. You had come to understand true loneliness in that moment, wondering if any of it was worth the effort anymore. Your eyes blurred with tears, fingers twitching as you sunk deeper into a pool of doubt. Lips quivering as your foot unconsciously pressed harder against the accelerator while you attempted to hold back the sobs that threatened to bubble from your throat.
A part of your heart would always belong to Yoo Jimin, no matter how deep she twisted the knife into it, you would always love her. That’s what hurt the most, after all the heartache, you still longed to have her by your side. Oh how you missed the way she would gently comb her soft hand through your locks, whispering sweet nothings in your ear each time you broke down in her arms. You could almost feel the ghost of her lips pressing against your tear stained cheeks in that moment, a sob ripping from your lips. She wasn’t there, she was never gonna be there again, Jimin was no longer a constant in your life. In that mere moment you lost all hope for happiness, hand catching on the wheel as you lifted it to wipe your tears, jerking the car left.
Your eyes widened as you skidded towards the barrier, slamming your foot on the brakes. But it was no use in the weather, flying toward death at top speeds. What scared you the most was how willing you were to accept your fate in that split second. Nothing felt worth it anymore, perhaps this would be best for everyone. Ridding the world of your presence would hardly be doing any damage. You already knew that everyone seemed happier without you, so maybe you were doing them a favour. Life was a game you no longer wanted to play, not if spending your days drowning sorrow was living. The last thing you remembered was the feeling of emptiness as your car slammed into the barrier, vision going black as darkness encompassed you. 
“I give up,” were the last words you uttered before falling unconscious.
~~
Jimin leaned over the kitchen counter with her head perched atop her hands, staring ahead at the blank space on the wall. It was the first morning she’d bothered to leave the confines of her room for anything other than practice ever since the day she’d ripped your heart to shreds. She couldn’t help but feel empty without you, as though nothing she did was worth it anymore, not if she didn’t have you by her side. Regret lingered over her head, taunting her with each passing day that she was reminded you were no longer hers to call in times of doubt. Truth be told she had never intended to hurt you, but she didn’t know what to do. Worst of all, she still loved you with all of her heart.
Confliction overwhelmed her from the moment Minjeong had spilled all her secrets. On one hand, she wanted to talk it through with you, ask questions and resolve the matter. But she knew she couldn’t do that without hurting Minjeong, she never wanted to pick between the two of you, it was one of the hardest decisions she’d made in her life. In the end, she sacrificed your relationship for the sake of her group's survival. Jimin wasn’t just your girlfriend, she was a leader now too, so she went against her heart. The leader ran an irritated hand through her hair, eyes briefly fluttering shut as she sighed in frustration. She regretted everything.  
Minjeong awkwardly hovered behind the older girl who looked to be in great distress. “Are you okay, Jimin unnie?” The short haired girl spoke up, features guilt stricken as the older jumped in surprise, whipping her head around. “Uh yeah, just a little distracted,” the leader stuttered out. “Did you need something?” Jimin asked, anxiously twiddling with the fabric of her sleeves. She’d been on edge ever since the breakup, as if she were suffering from withdrawal symptoms. “I just want to make sure you’re okay. I never meant for you to get hurt, that’s why I didn’t tell you in the first place.” Minjeong muttered sympathetically. “It’s okay Minjeongie, it’s not your fault, you did nothing wrong.” Jimin assured, lips pursed thoughtfully.
“But?” Minjeong questioned, sensing that there was more to follow. “I don’t doubt what you told me, please understand that. I just don’t get how Y/n could kiss you and then act as though nothing happened. It doesn’t make any sense.” Jimin mumbled, head beginning to ache with how much she’d thought this over in the past weeks. “I don’t get it either,” Minjeong uttered truthfully, scratching the back of her neck contemplatively. “The Y/n I knew couldn’t even hurt a fly, let alone break your heart,” the leader muttered, brows furrowed in confusion. “I guess it was more memorable to me than it was to her,” the younger uttered softly. “Or perhaps she never really liked me, maybe she just felt bad when I kissed her..” Minjeong trailed off, forehead creased in a deep frown.
“I don’t know-” Jimin began to speak, but the short haired girl cut her off quickly. “I remember every single detail of that night. It’s been years, but each moment is still engraved into my mind,” Minjeong whispered with a longing that made Jimin’s heart twinge in her chest. She was still so torn, her heart beats for you but it aches for the pain her best friend had endured. “Everything was so perfect…I really thought we had a chance.” Minjeong continued, glancing up to face her leader with teary eyes. For the first time since you had unknowingly broken her heart, she felt no anger towards you, instead she was overcome by a feeling of loss. She was no longer holding on to something that wasn’t there. She was finally beginning to let go. 
“It was actually really nice,” Minjeong let out a watery chuckle, choosing to remember the night of your kiss as something to reminisce, rather than loathe. “We we’re just being stupid, especially after having a few drinks I managed to sneak past the company.” Minjeong smiled bitterly, jumping in surprise as Jimin’s hands shot out to grasp her shoulders, shaking her back and forwards. “You two were drinking?!” The leader exclaimed, the younger shrinking beneath her harsh gaze in fear of being scolded. Minjeong’s gaze was stuck to the floor as she began to hesitantly, yelping in surprise as Jimin began to shout incoherently. “Unnie, I don’t know what you're saying,” the younger uttered helplessly as she glanced up in confusion.
“Y/n’s a lightweight! She never remembers anything after drinking!!” Jimin exclaimed, her yells catching the attention of Aeri and Yizhuo who were watching TV in the living room. “Are you saying she doesn’t even remember kissing me..?” Minjeong asked hesitantly, almost fearing the answer that would come. Had she wasted years on a one-sided hatred that had ruined the best friendship she’d ever had? Jimin nodded eagerly at the question, too caught up in the sudden revelation to break it to her lightly. “I have to see, Y/n. This was all a mistake,” Jimin rushed out in distress. She knew she should stay and comfort the younger girl, but god she couldn’t wait. This was the love of her life, she refused to waste another precious second that could be used to make it up to you.
She ran through the living room, dashing for the front door without a second thought. “Jimin unnie!” Yizhuo’s abrupt shout that had an undeniable shake to it left the leader halting in her step. “Y-You should see this,” was all their youngest member managed to stutter out, her panicked tone raising the hairs on the back of Jimin’s neck as she cautiously wandered back into the living room. “What is it, Yizhuo? Now really isn’t a good time,” the oldest muttered, wincing at the uncharacteristically harsh tone of her voice, but all she could think about was getting to you. Jimin furrowed her brows in confusion at the sympathetic look that Aeri greeted her with as she arrived in the lounge. Yizhuo’s lips trembled as she stared at her leader, Minjeong’s eyes wide in horror, her gaze fixed on the television screen.
It was then that she realised something was awfully wrong. 
Jimin felt her chest tightened as she finally registered the crisp words that flowed from the television’s speakers. “Actress Bae Y/n was involved in a serious car accident last night. We’re yet to receive an update on her condition, however we have been informed that she was admitted to the hospital and rushed straight to surgery.” The news anchor announced stoically, Jimin’s heart dropping, it felt as though the world was crumbling beneath her feet. “No,” she uttered weakly in disbelief, eyes pooling with tears. This wasn’t happening, it couldn’t be, not now, not when there was still so much for the two of you to experience together. She shook her head rapidly in denial, refusing to believe that any of it was true.
But with blurred vision, she could just make out the image that flashed across the television screen. It was your car, smashed against the barrier with bright cones and tape surrounding the area. Jimin was rooted in place, body painfully tense as she stared at the screen. She still couldn’t believe it. Everything else faded into the background as she stared at your wrecked car, nails digging into her palms as her hands curled into tight fists. “Jimin,” Aeri’s voice broke through the silence as she placed a gentle hand on the leader's shoulder. Jimin was finally snapped back to reality, body moving with a mind of its own as she rushed for the door. She had to see you. 
Everything went by in a blur as she hurried to the hospital, barely managing to keep her tears in. She refused to let them fall, not until she knew what happened. Jimin couldn’t even remember how she got to the hospital, all she knew was that she needed to see you. Not even bothering to hide herself from the public as she rushed towards the receptionists desk. The words that flowed from her mouth sounded distorted in her ears as she huffed, out of breath from running through the hospital. But she couldn’t give up, not yet, not when she hadn’t seen you. She felt as though her throat was closing up as the doctor began to lead her through the maze-like halls. 
She wanted to listen, to know if you were okay, but she couldn’t catch a word. All she could hear was her heart pounding in her ears as she was guided closer to you. Her heart stopped as she was ushered into a room, gaze finding your limp body that lay atop the hospital bed within seconds. She barely managed to make sense of the consistent beep of the heart monitor before a pained cry of relief escaped her lips. You were alive, you were okay, you were going to wake up. Jimin could finally breathe again, sobs immediately bubbling up from her throat as she hunched over her knees. Her gaze stuck to your figure, fearful that you may disappear from this world at any moment. Tears freely rolled down her cheeks as she took in your state, how much pain you must've been in.
You were alive, and that was all that mattered.
~~
You awoke to the faint, consistent beep of a heart monitor, a groan escaping your lips as you struggled to open your eyes. It felt as though they were glued shut and a heavy weight was resting atop your chest as every part of your body throbbed in pain. You swallowed harshly, throat disturbingly dry as you ran your tongue over your parted lips, eyes finally fluttering open. Gaze flickering around the room as you blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of things. The blindingly bright white lights left black spots in your vision as you glanced at the side of the room. Your brows furrowed in confusion as you were faced with Jimin’s wide eyes as she stared back at you in alarm.
“Jimin?” You croaked out, voice barely below a whisper. “Are you okay?” She surged forwards, jumping up from her seat as she darted to your side. She stared down at you expectantly, but you only narrowed your eyes slightly, hands balled into shaky fists as your memories all rushed back to you. “You remember me right?” Jimin rushed out, bombarding you with endless questions you had no energy for. “It’d be easier if I didn't,” you rasped, scowl plastered across your face. A breath of relief escaped her lips, she didn’t care if you hated her, you were alive and you remembered her. “What are you doing here Karina?” Your monotonous voice broke her from the momentary spark of joy, forehead creasing in a frown at how disappointed you seemed to see her. 
“I came because I care,” she muttered, a determined look reflecting in her eyes. “Do us both a favour and stop,” you huffed, wincing as you crossed your arms over your chest, feeling a sharp pain shoot through your shoulder. “Don’t move so much!” Jimin commanded softly, frown permanently painted across her features. “Please just go,” you pleaded, glancing anywhere but her as your eyes filled with tears. It was all too much, everything hurt and seeing her only made things worse. “I can’t leave,” she grunted, jaw clenched as she shook her head in refusal. “I won’t leave you, not like this.” She stated firmly, gaze hardened. “It wouldn’t be the first time,” you uttered bitterly, Jimin’s expression morphing into one full of guilt.
“Please don’t say that,” she begged, chocolate brown orbs swirling with regret. “What did you expect Jimin? For me to greet you with open arms?” You grit out, her frown deepening further at your words. “I don’t know, I wasn’t thinking goddamnit. I just needed to see you,” she huffed, breaths shaky as she recalled the dread that filled her when she found out you’d been in an accident. “You shouldn’t have come,” you mumbled, voice far harsher than either of you had anticipated “How could I not?!” Jimin exclaimed incredulously, running a frustrated hand through her dark locks. “You almost got yourself killed, Y/n!” She raised her voice, tears pooling in her eyes. “I was so worried-” her voice cracked, tears freely rolling down her cheeks.
“I- Fuck, I thought you were gone,” Jimin began to break down before you. “And I regret everything Y/n, how I messed everything up. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I never got the chance to tell you-” “Stop, please don’t do this. I can’t do it again,” you cut her off, finally facing the girl that had broken your heart over a mere phone call. “I’m tired Jimin, I’m so fucking tired of all of this,” you cried in frustration, tear droplets falling onto the light hospital blanket. You dropped your head into your hands, a broken sob escaping your lips, uncaring of the sharp pain it brought you. “I wish I had died,” the words that passed your lips left Jimin standing in stunned silence, eyes wide and filled with tears of her own. 
Her body moved with a mind of its own as she reached out to cautiously pull your hands from your face. Working purely on instinct as she grasped your hand with a gentle firmness. “Please tell me you don’t mean that,” she whispered, eyes locked with yours as she perched herself on the edge of this hospital bed. “I don’t know anymore, I just want this to all be over,” you murmured, her grip tightening. Jimin sniffled at your words, struggling to maintain composure. “I’m sorry, this is all my fault.” She muttered with a heavy sigh, your eyes widening in confusion at her statement. While she had hurt you more than no other, you had never once blamed her. You couldn’t bring yourself to inflict such a heavy burden upon her.
“I should have been there for you. I shouldn’t have ended things so recklessly. I wish I never ignored you, I’m so sorry for everything Y/n.” Jimin continued to blame herself, you didn’t know what you wanted, but this wasn’t it. You hated how no matter how much she put you through you could never hate her, how it still hurt to hear her carry the weight of the world on her shoulders. A natural leader indeed. She began to swipe away your tears with the pad of her thumb, you were too dumb struck to move, unconsciously leaning into her touch. You may have been at arms length with the leader, but your body was still accustomed to her gentle touch.
“I may be the reason behind your tears, but I promise to never let them fall again. I’ll always be here to catch them, I’m not making the mistake of leaving you ever again Y/n.” Jimin declared with determination, your lips parting in surprise but no words escaping. The two of you stared at each other for an agonisingly long minute before a doctor abruptly entered the room, the older girl rising from her place beside you to make way for him. He began a routine check up on you while Jimin watched from the side, eyes never leaving you, her chocolate brown orbs alight with an unwavering confidence. Your eyes narrowed in uncertainty, but you couldn’t deny that something about his felt different, she felt different.
~~
You sat in awkward silence, staring up at the hospital room’s ceiling. Anxiously twiddling with your fingers as you gaze moved to the girl who sat across from you. Minjeong was no better, eyes glued to the marble floor, repeatedly tapping her foot against it. Jimin had caught you both up to speed on everything, deciding that it was best to use communication rather than avoidance this time. Your accident had made the leader realise that there was no use having regrets or ignoring your problems. You’d been hesitant to agree with anything she had to say after the past, but she had a way of charming her way into your heart. Besides, you could tell she was trying to better herself for the both of you. The way she walked on eggshells around you was becoming painful, especially since you’d already begun to forgive her.
Clearing your throat to break the painfully tense silence, you were finally able to meet Minjeong’s wide eyes as she glanced at you with uncertainty. The two of you blinked, staring back at each other, neither of you able to find the right words to say. “I’m sorry-” You muttered in unison, stiffly glancing around the room as silence engulfed you once more. Huffing at the tension that lingered between the two of you, you decided to just blurt out the first thing that came to mind. “Can we just start over?” You asked, regret instantly washing over your features as Minjeong stared back at you, eyes wide in panic.
“I mean, if you want to. I get if you don’t, after ya know…everything that happened,” you rambled, mildly disappointed by her blank stare, but you’d expected no less. Years of hatred wouldn’t disappear overnight, especially after all the pain you’d inflicted upon her. “I’d really like that,” Minjeong uttered softly after a long pause of silence, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. “Really?” You questioned, eyes shining hopefully. She hummed lightly in response, a grin spreading across your face at the reassurance. “You’re still the same,” Minjeong observed, chocolate brown orbs swirling with fondness as she watched your eyes light up. “And you’ve completely changed,” you smiled, a sense of pride overcoming you upon seeing the younger girl maturing.
It wasn’t long before the two of you were chatting like old times, doing your best to put the past behind you. While it was still tense, you had no doubts that any lingering uncertainty would dissipate in no time. Minjeong smiled at the sound of your melodious laughter, learning to appreciate it in a different way than she had once before. She was content with a friendship that would last a lifetime as opposed to a broken relationship that ended with broken hearts. She no longer yearned for you to fill the hole in her heart, but rather focussed on enjoying the spark your presence brought to your life. “I really missed this,” you confessed with a bitter smile, thinking back on all the lost time. “Me too,” Minjeong muttered sincerely.
You had the rest of your lives to make up for everything you’d missed.
“You guys look like you’re getting along!” Jimin cheered with a smile as she entered the hospital room. She silently padded towards your bed as you continued chatting with Minjeong about everything you could think of. The older girl quietly fussed over you, gently laying down the flowers she’d brought on your bedside table. A light grin spread across your face at the sight of the familiar white lilies. They’d become a symbol of your love throughout your relationship. You felt your walls beginning to crumble once more for the loving leader, her attentive nature willing its way back into your heart. Day by day, she began to carefully mend the pieces of your broken back together again. 
Everything was falling back into place.
~~
One year later..
A content sigh slipped past your parted lips as you snuggled further into Jimin’s arms, face nuzzled against her neck. The leader cooed in adoration as a sleepy yawn escaped you, spent from a day of perfectly planned activities. “Happy anniversary baby,” Jimin murmured in your ear, pressing a lingering kiss to the side of your head. A grin broke out on your face as you lifted your head to glance up at her. She gazed at you with chocolate brown orbs full of love that made you giddy inside. Butterflies swarmed to life in your stomach, just as they had the first time confessed to you. No matter how long you stayed together, her effect on you never changed.
“I have something for you,” she suddenly remembered, eyes practically shining with excitement. “Oh?” You questioned, unable to fight off the eagerness that grew within you at the sight of her enthusiasm. “Close your eyes,” she instructed, to which you followed without hesitation, trusting her with your whole heart. You felt her shuffle slightly beneath you, but her arm never left your waist. After a minute of silence passed, the urge to open your eyes became far harder to resist. But then you felt her gently grip your hand, cautiously slipping a metal band onto your ring finger. Your eyes snapped open in surprise, gaze meeting Jimin’s as you stared at her in shock. “Jimin..” you uttered breathlessly, glancing down to the silver band that now rested on your finger. Small diamonds adorning the top and a barely visible engravement along the thin band.
“I wanted to show you how much I love you,” she smiled, cupping your cheeks as she forced you to meet her gaze that burned with an undeniable love. “I know we can’t get married anytime soon because of our careers, but think of this as a promise..” Jimin whispered, gently caressing your cheek with the pad of her thumb. “I’m gonna marry you one day, Y/n.” She declared with a determined grin, unable to hide the tears that pooled in her eyes. “You really mean it?” You questioned, smiling so hard it hurt, but that was the last thing on your mind right now. “I promise to love you forever,” Jimin uttered, sealing her promise with a lingering kiss on your lips. “I love you so much Yoo Jimin, I’ll wait forever for you.” A watery chuckled escaped your lips as you pecked hers once more, uncaring of the salty taste. 
Jimin lifted your hand to her lips, placing one final kiss to the ring full of promises she’d placed on your finger.
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cherrysoojins · 8 months
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can i request a winter x fem! reader smut ? i don't really mind what it is, but i really love your writing and i would love to see you write about winter :))
olivia rodrigo’s “bad idea, right?” got my mind out of my little writing block, so here’s a lil oneshot for you based off of it. tyyyy for requesting 🤍
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a bad idea, right ?
you broke up with minjeong, but you were just reconnecting for a night, right ?
— 🎧 : minors dni, 18+. full warnings under the cut !
wc. 565
winter x fem! reader, pussy eating, mention of toxic relationship, mention of party, mention of karina ( used her real name, yoo jimin ), both winter and you are switches but the one shot is too short to get into that, font is small bc im too lazy to change it. let me know any other warnings that should be included, there’s nothing too severe in here. this is not proofread !
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this was a bad idea, right?
her head between your legs, red lipstick that once was perfectly placed upon your lips now smothered around your mouth and hers, probably now on the folds of your arousal that her mouth expertly ate out, tongue flicking at your clit and teasing at your entrance, pushing in and out as her manicured nails dug into your thighs, adding to the ecstasy you felt in that moment.
god, was this really a bad idea?
“where are you?” yoo jimin asked through the phone call you were on, wondering why you abandoned your group of friends at the party you all went to without telling them you were dipping.
little did they know, you were with the girl you literally told them you wouldn’t end up ditching them for, your hands digging and pulling at her hair as her tongue worked magic on your pussy.
you threw your head back into the pillow, biting down on your lip to hold back a moan as her tongue expertly lapped at your sensitive nub, thighs breaking through her strength of holding your legs open and closing them around her head, causing her to moan at the mere feeling of her head being trapped between your thighs.
“a little kitten needed some attention,” you rasped out, one arm going over to cover your eyes as you tried to breathe normally into the phone.
“you left for a kitten?” jimin said, her voice dripping with the underlying tone that she doesn’t believe you. but what does she know? lately you’ve been all over the place, acting all sorts of crazy and unorganized after…
“well, whatever. minjeong isn’t here either, so i guess you lucked out either way.”
the girl between your legs chuckled against your cunt, her dark eyes peering up at you as she licked a long stripe up your arousal, the sight making your heart drop to your stomach before you hid your face into your arm again– god, this was a bad idea.
“yeah, i did, huh?” you said, feeling minjeong’s fingers enter you as she ate you out, a loud gasp escaping you before you hung up your phone, throwing your head back into the pillow for the nth time that night.
…after you broke up with your toxic ex-girlfriend, minjeong. who was currently helping you ride out the orgasm that she brought you to.
seeing her tonight… it was a bad idea, right? but it’s fine. this was only temporary.
minjeong climbed on top of you, her lips capturing yours in a desperate and needy kiss, tongue lacing with yours, tasting your own arousal. your hands slid around her thin frame, one going down between her legs.
it was only temporary.
she whimpers against your lips, her hips twitching at the feeling of your fingers swirling at her clit.
you two were only reconnecting for a little bit, nothing wrong with two people reconnecting, especially exes.
you two were just friends.
you two were just friends as she grinded her pussy against yours, fingers tangled in each others hair as your lips slanted over each others messily.
you two were just friends. this was just temporary. you were over her, sleeping with her was just for fun and your heart didn’t flutter at all.
that was the biggest lie you ever said and this was indeed a bad idea.
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zuhaism · 3 months
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⊹ 。˚ 𓂃 ♡ SAVIOUR ?! ┊ kim minjeong ⁺
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synopsis : you saved your tutor and she finds out about your double life
pairing : spiderwoman!reader x tutor!minjeong
genre : highschool!au, fluff uwu
authors note : the ending sucks btw. i just couldnt think anymore. DID NOT PROOFREAD. its 2am pls
“bye minjeong!” y/n said as she turned around the corner. parting ways. minjeong just finished tutoring y/n. which was hard becuase she spent most of the time staring at the taller as she did her work. it was also hard for minjeong because y/n kept on getting distracted while she was explaining.
“… and thats how it becomes an alloy- y/n are you listening?” minjeong looked back up to the younger.
“hm what yeah! i was just..” y/n looked away trying to come up with an excuse. ignoring the way her face was heating up when she got caught. “uh please continue minjeong im sorry i got distracted” y/n looked down in dissapointment.
minjeong smiled and thought that the pout y/n was sporting pretty cute.
it was now 9pm and the streets were dimly lit. theres was several people around. not too much as she sighed.
continued walking in the cold night. she kept on walking until she reached the part of the walk where she hates the most. she had to pass a creepy alleyway to get to her house. “fuck” she whispered under her breath. as she saw two male bodies leaning on the wall, puffing on their cigarettes.
she mustered up the courage to go through the alleyway. there was no other way around if she wanted to get home. her heartbeat fastens as she got closer and their chattering slowly stopped. they turned their attention towards her.
as she walked past them. she heard the sound of cigarettes being stomped on. light footsteps were following her. ‘im fucked’. suddenly a hand was placed on her shoulder. she prayed to the seven gods for her to get home safe tonight.
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this has become a norm to you for the past few weeks. following minjeong home not in a creepy stalker way but to just make sure she’s safe.
after turning the corner you immediately ran into a secluded alleyway and change into your suit. you climbed up the walls. running to minjeongs usual path to go home.
you were on the roof looking down at her as she stopped and then walked into an alleyway. keeping an eye on minjeong wasnt hard at all.
minjeong walked past two men leaned against the wall smoking a cigarette. you could see the uneasiness in her way of walking. the alarms in your head blared as one of the men held onto her shoulder.
“where you going at this time of night pretty lady?” you heard the skrunkly old man say. minjeong was frozen on the spot she couldn’t do anything.
you immediately got down to her when he pulled on her shoulder “ya answer me” he said rather loudly. your webs holding onto a pole and swung down lining up a kick to his head.
making the man stumble backwards into his friends arm. “my fucking face!” he yelped. you let go from the web and stood infront of minjeong. here you were again analysing her features just as you did during tutoring. her teary eyes looked up at you.
you gave her a reassuring smile which she probably didn’t see since it was covered by your mask. but it was immediately wiped off your face when you saw the guy about to strike minjeong.
you moved her out the way while your face was struck. “ah fuck!” you cursed loudly. the ring from his finger tore your mask and cause your lower cheek to scar and bleed.
you ignored it “man and i was gonna go easy on you” you webbed his fists to the wall as he was about to jump you again. his friend went for you next and you did the same thing.
both of them ended up webbed high up onto the side of the building as you turned to minjeong. smiling at her trying to assure her that shes safe now. “do you want me to send you home?”
a beat or two passes where minjeong just stares at you and not answering you. “uh .. ill just send you somewhere safe.” it would be much weirder if you knew where she lived from her point of view.
you pulled her by her waist closer to you. minjeong let out a squel and wrapped her arms around your shoulder as you swung up the building.
as the cool night air rushed past them, minjeong couldn't help but feel an exhilarating mix of fear and wonder. clinging tightly to spiderwoman, she marveled at the cityscape unfolding beneath them. the skyscrapers became a breathtaking blur as they soared through the night.
in that moment, Minjeong's mind raced, a whirlwind of thoughts echoing the beating of her heart. She stole glances at the heroes masked face.
amids the adrenaline and uncertainty, minjeong found herself oddly comforted. the heroes reassuring presence, masked though it was, provided a sense of safety. she couldn't help but steal glances at the hero who had just swooped in to rescue her. the cut on the mysterious womans's face, a visible scar from the fight.
minjeong tells you her address in a whisper. it being a sign to send her straight home. it wasn’t smart of her to give her address to strangers, even if they saved her life. but for some reason she trusted you.
you slowly let her down onto the outdoor stairwell that connected to her window after she guided you to it. you crouched on the railing as she fixed herself. you took this time to analyse her whole figure.
wearing only a hoodie and some sweatpants. “you should wear a jacket, its cold out” minjeong nodded looking up at you. you getting flustered and looking everywhere except her.
“you’re hurt” she broke the silence. Feeling embarrassed about taking a punch in front of someone you find attractive. despite the pain you chuckled. “ah yeah it happens. uhm you’re safe now have a nice night bye !”
you rambled trying to avoid the topic and then jumping off at the last sentence. swinging as fast as you can.
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“fuck..” you looked at the cut that was just above your jaw. it was prominent red. closing the locker door that had your mirror hanged.
you decided to ignore it and rush to class before the bell rings. unbeknownst to you, you walked past a shorter girl who noticed the cut on your face that was similar to the hero that saved her last night.
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“y/n!” you heard the familiar voice calling for you. turning around and was greeting with minjeong fast walking towards you across the almost empty hallway.
“hey minjeong i didnt know there was tutoring today! ill text my mom real qui-“
“no no y/n stop…” she paused, collecting her breath. “just… come with me” minjeong shook her head and took your hand.
she dragged you to the nurses office and sat you down on the bed. you didnt have time to ask her what shes doing until.
she pushed you to sit down on one of the nursing beds and held onto your chin to get a better look of the scar. there was a flicker of concern in her gaze, mingled with a touch of curiosity. as she applied the cotton pad to the wound, her expression shifted to a more focused and determined demeanor. her small hands moved with precision, yet there was a gentleness in her touch that betrayed a hidden tenderness.
while tending to your injury, a subtle tension lingered in the air. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she worked, silently contemplating the uncanny coincidences she had noticed lately. As she finished up, her gaze met yours, and for a moment, a hint of suspicion remained in her eyes.
"interesting how you always seem to get into trouble. any specific reason for this particular injury?"
you grinned, brushing off the question with your usual optimism. "just another clumsy mishap, you know me."
minjeong’s eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of suspicion lingering. "clumsy mishap or something more? ive noticed some uncanny coincidences lately."
you shrugged nonchalantly, feigning innocence. "coincidences happen, right?"
minjeong’s expression remained inscrutable, but there was an underlying tension in the air. you couldnt think straight as minjeong was so close to your face. her small hands tidying up your wound. you could feel her faint breath on your chin
"coincidences or connections to spiderwoman? yea coincidences right"
you paused at that, giving way a more guarded expression. "i... i don't know what you're talking about, minjeong." minjeong shrugs not caring as she tended to your wound. throwing away rubbish and finishing up then looking back at you.
“how long have you been spiderwoman?”
you heaved a sigh. letting your head down while minjeong was between your legs. “since the last two years.” she nods approvingly. “that’s cool”
she says looking at her feet while you put your gaze on her. the tension in the room growing as the seconds go by. “thank you for saving me” she said just above a whisper. seeing the tips of her ears turn red.
a grin broke out from your face. “it’s my job minjeong. “ you stood up. dusting off yourself then looking down at her. her gaze was still on her feet.
“thank you minjeong” you broke the silence. she didnt look up at you. instead she sucked in her breath and wrapped her arms around you. hugging you.
“thank you for saving me..” she nuzzles her head closer into the crook of your neck. not knowing what to do you just patted her back.
“i was so worried when i saw that scar on your face. i just cant imagine you getting hurt that bad”
finally relaxing your body (totally not trying to normalise your heart rate). “its fine minjeong in used to it” she looked up at you as you said that. “that’s the problem.. you shouldn’t get used to it.”
squirming out of her hold to hug her back. “just.. come to me if you ever need help” she mumbled, closing her eyes leaning her body into you. as you stood there with your heart beating faster than ever.
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ourdadai · 4 months
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aespa [ winter and ningning ] lockscreens ♡
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woliefairr · 5 months
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winter 𖹭 lockscreens
(aespa)
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☆ – se pegar curta, siga & reblogue !!
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lingerina · 6 months
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 // day four
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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 ➤ toys/strap 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ➤ 1.2k words 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ➤ mean dom succubus!winter x fem!reader 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ➤ tail fcking, monster fcking, overstimulation, squirting 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ➤ there are pros and cons to being friends with someone who hunts the paranormal for a living. 𝐀/𝐍 ➤ i know i’m so far behind. i’m trying to catch up but i caught up in some plans this week. i’m gonna try to keep going especially since i give up easily lol. this is probably my favorite one so far? i just love spooky things lol i hope y’all enjoy this too ♡
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Being acquainted with someone who’s heavily involved in ghost hunting and summoning the dead always sparked a bit of concern, but never up to this level.
They had just landed after flying out of the country for a week and swung by your residence to return something they had borrowed. They briefly stepped into the house for water, a short conversation, and to give you a souvenir from their travels. Ever since that day, you’ve felt like they had given you more than just a necklace.
You’ve bravely searched your closet, your bathroom, and all the corners and crevices of your bedroom to ensure that no one has made a home of your home. You could never shake off the feeling that you were being watched. As you were becoming more cautious of your home, things gradually escalated to shadow figures in your peripheral view and random knocks on the walls and ceilings.
Three knocks.
Things would sometimes be out of place if you really thought about it. The bottle of cleanser would end up from the bathroom counter to the sink. Your fuzzy slippers that were on the left side of your bed were found on the other side the next morning. The pair of earrings that you left on your nightstand would show up in a drawer after twenty minutes of scavenging for it.
But continuously denying that there was a presence in your living space ramped up the activity. 
Items started to be thrown across the room right in front of you. You’d find lipstick streaks all over the mirrors, chairs would be haphazardly tossed around when you came home, and cabinet doors slamming open would disrupt your already-troubled slumber.
You hear the cabinets again. Still, you choose to ignore it. You shut your eyes, fist your covers in a tighter grip, and pull it over your head in an attempt to go back to sleep. Not a second later, they are immediately torn off you and you scream, the darkness concealing whatever intruder has found their way into your home.
But your screams are immediately gagged when a phallus is shoved into your mouth, causing you to heave and reach out to push the intruder off. Despite exerting all your strength against them, they don’t budge. It’s as if they’re a concrete wall because they somehow shove the phallus deeper into your mouth, forcing your teary eyes to roll back.
Just when you think it’s over for you, they withdraw from you. You’re spared a chance to catch your breath but you grunt when they toss their weight onto you. Following a switch of the lamp on your nightstand, a warm yellow light washes out the darkness to unveil a woman sitting on your abdomen.
Unbelievably gorgeous. Piercing dark eyes looking down at you with a smirk. Sculpted abs, soft tits, and hardened nipples. You don’t miss the sight of your strap-on harnessed around her waist and sitting snugly at her pelvis. As you’re always the one on that end with other women, heat rushes through your limbs and straight to your core at the possibility of you finally receiving what you’ve given others.
Something peeks from behind her.
Dark. Slim. A pointed end.
The sight of a tail catches you off-guard. Only then do you notice the pair of horns that adorn the crown of her head.
The three knocks. The aggressive activity. The faint voices.
It all makes sense.
… Somewhat..
She chuckles. “You can deny me no longer, pretty girl.”
You may be horny but the pretty devil mounted upon you is still a stranger and a creature nonetheless. She reaches for your wrists but you attempt to retaliate, fighting back against her and wriggling to toss her off you. But the tussle is effortless for her, and she remains seated on you as she pins your wrists above your head.
“Who are you?!,” you demand with furrowed eyebrows.
“Winter.”
A light touch flutters over your clothed crotch. Strangely enough, considering both of her hands are binding your wrists.
She dips lower, hovering a mere inch from your face with a smile as the feathery touch slips under your soiled panties. You yearn for touch, but equip a frown to mask your neediness. The last thing you want to do is beg for a demon to fuck you.
Even if the demon is smoking hot.
You rut your hips from side to side, grunting as you continue trying to escape. Your futile attempts only make her giggle. She’s the only one laughing once the pointed tip of her tail slithers between your folds and into your awaiting hole.
As slim as the intrusion is, it’s still an odd sensation. It barely registers in your brain that this woman’s tail is maneuvering inside you, but Winter is delighted by your reaction–or lack thereof.
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You’ve discovered the answer to your paranormal problems.
You should be searching up local priests to exorcise your home. You should be seeking shelter elsewhere in the meantime while you try to get help.
But Winter has so far proven to be harmless. The only harm she’s causing is the ruthless pace of her hips as the fake cock harnessed on her abuses your squelching cunt.
With your duvet thrown off the bed, you’re propped on your knees. Your arms are held behind your back with your wrists bound by her hands. Your room reverberates with the solid clashes of silicone against slick flesh, hollowed out by your panting and groaning as she fucks you senseless. Any concerns regarding the demon haunting your residence are railed out of you because how could you ever want her gone when she’s giving you what no human has ever been able to give you?
“Such a pretty baby,” she coos in between pants, grinning as she observes the massive dildo disappearing into you with each thrust. “You want me to stop, hm?”
You shake your head with a sob. “Please, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
“Of course you don’t. Whore.”
Winter spares no mercy. She may have a dainty build, but she has the strength of a machine. Her hips don’t slack, despite the multiple orgasms she has already put you through, and your inability to shut your legs on her is why they start violently trembling. You’re certain you’re about to slip off your knees because your body is acting out due to the mind breaking ecstasy that looms over you once more. You ball your hands into fists, moaning and crying out. Once you see stars, the dam bursts a final time and you soak the sheets beneath you.
Your release is plentiful. Plenty enough to eject the dildo. You sink down into the cushioned surface, twitching and shuddering. There’s no longer a grip on your wrists, and you subconsciously seize the liberty of moving your hands to your pillow. 
The mattress gradually rises as Winter slides off and stands next to your bed. Gentle strokes of your hair lulls you to dreamland, but you fight back the slumber for a minute to watch her as she steps back.
“Goodnight, darling,” she bids with a less devilish grin. “I’ll visit again soon.”
One blink, and she’s gone with the wind. The energy that once fueled the threatening activity in your home has now settled. It’s finally tranquil, as if it was never haunted in the first place.
For once, you can finally fall asleep.
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pupyuj · 7 months
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→ “simple solutions.” || kim minjeong (winter) x reader fic.
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— you always knew that your friend minjeong would never leave you to rot in your apartment all alone, so you make sure to call her over just to pass time. and today was one of those days...
word count: 2.7k
dynamic: g!pswitch!taken!winter x switch!bimbo!reader.
content warnings: smut, hate/angry sex technically, cheating, oral, blowjob, deepthroat, throatfucking, unprotected sex, meanjeong!!!
requested? : nope.
a/n: a gift for the most normal winter fan i know, @wintersera 😭❤️‍🔥 i made this when i was half-asleep so sorry if there are any mistakes, loves 🙏
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clear skies and crisp air; you could literally do every outdoor activity imaginable right now. cycling, walking, jogging, and all the things you normally do on days like this. yet somehow, you felt like doing the opposite of going out. somehow, you didn't want to feel the sun on your skin and bask in it's late-morning, early-afternoon shine. you wanted to stay in your apartment, right under the comfort of your super-soft blankets and pillows, and—there is really no other way to put it—get fucked raw.
and so you message the only person who you knew would be more than willing to fulfill your needs.
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you smiled at your phone screen, satisfied, before turning it off and focusing your attention on the movie in front of you. but of course, your mind was still elsewhere. you were practically buzzing with excitement—what with the small smile on your lips, the way you couldn't stop looking at your phone for any notifications, and the wet spot that was starting to form on your panties solely due to the thought of her.
ah, speaking of which—you heard the familiar sounds of a car engine coming to a stop, and a few minutes later, your front door opening and closing, and then the thundering footsteps coming up the stairs. you leaned back on the headboard of your bed as your bedroom door swung open, revealing an out-of-breath kim minjeong, handsomely pretty as ever.
you bit your bottom lip as you stared at her... and the sweat that made her hair stick to her damp forehead, her mindlessly-put-on jacket, and oh that big fucking tent in her stupid baggy shorts... she looked like the lamest loser in the world, but you still got up from your bed in your oversized tee and panties-only glory, grabbed minjeong's sleeve and pulled her in for a searing kiss. one where you found your hands on her hair, and she puts hers on your hips. her lips moved in sync with yours—desperate, hungry, and so fucking needy—as it always did.
you pulled minjeong's jacket off her body, smiling into the kiss seeing that she had only been wearing a cropped tank top underneath. you always have been a sucker for skin-to-skin contact. one of your hands move to the back of minjeong's neck to deepen the kiss, and you wrapped your other arm around her, pulling her closer and finally making her give in and completely melt into you. minjeong's hands start roaming your body, groping and squeezing everywhere like she has never touched another girl before. it was cute. she squeezes your ass with both hands and then slaps it, making you moan and giving minjeong the opportunity to shove her tongue inside your mouth, getting a better taste of the sweet apples you had just before you decided to invite her over directly from your tongue.
eventually, you stumbled back into your bed, still kissing minjeong until she reluctantly pulled away, gasping for air.
"oh." minjeong suddenly picks up her jacket from the floor, fishing for something in the pockets.
you leaned back on your arms as you waited for her to return in front of you, where she held a condom between her fingers. "forget it, minjeong," you said, swatting the condom out of her fingers and smirking at the sight of her annoyed expression. "i want to feel your cock inside me without some stupid rubber getting in the way." you tucked your fingers underneath the waistband of her shorts and pulled it down. and minjeong did wear the briefs that you loved seeing on her so much.
"would you look at that," you poked her hard dick, giggling at the sight of the wet spot that was presumably because of her precum. "and you said you didn't want to come over."
"shut up."
you almost considered just making minjeong dry hump you until she comes in her cute briefs because you really did love them on her but fuck, you needed her cock inside you. immediately.
you pulled down her briefs, letting it fall to her ankles, and was met with the sight of her throbbing hard dick that was more than ready to fuck into you. "everyday i wonder why people keep getting surprised whenever you tell them you have a dick when it's this big." and it was nearly as thick as your wrist too. just so fucking perfect. minjeong really was.
minjeong was sensitive, already whining as you started stroking her length slowly. or maybe she just really liked the way you touched her. either way, she sounded so cute. you stuck your tongue out and licked off the precum leaking from her slit with a satisfying hum, making minjeong bucks her hips into your hand, hoping to get you to suck her off already. "fucking get it over with, (y/n). i have to leave quickly." minjeong was saying, taking a hold of your wrist but you push her hand away.
"says who? you're gonna fuck me and come inside me until you're drained and i'm full to the brim with your cum," the thought alone makes your clit twitch. you leave several kisses down her stomach, and left a hickey right on her abdomen. "right now, you're mine, minjeong. forget about your girl."
that's exactly what happens the moment your lips capture her tip, sucking on it and making minjeong moan loudly grab your bedside table for support. her other hand goes to your head, slowly nudging you downwards as you eased more of her length down your throat. christ, no matter how many times you take her cock in your throat it was always hard and painfully slow because of her sheer size. but see, that's what you loved about it all. the challenge, and that gratifying feeling that washes over you when minjeong's cock hit the back of your throat.
"fuckfuckfuck... (y/n)..." her little whines were a bonus too. her clutches your hair tightly and starts moving your head back and forth on her full length, not at all minding the pain she was feeling from how your nails dug so far into her thighs. you were sure to leave marks there but minjeong's girlfriend wouldn't notice. she never notices anything.
"mhm...! fuck, you dumb slut...!" she was completely fucking your throat now. minjeong held your cheeks in her hands, thrusting her hips into your face aand fucking your mouth like it was your ass. ugh, she drove you crazy. every time you gag and clench your throat around her, it pushes minjeong closer and closer to the edge. eventually, she starts moving her hips desperately, chasing after her orgasm.
"(y/n).. ah—i'm c-coming... fuck..!"
one last thrust and your mouth was filled with her warm cum as she came with a cute whine. as hard as it was to breathe with minjeong's cock literally just spurting semen down your throat, you still made sure to swallow every drop, not wasting a single one. minjeong pulls out of your mouth, cheeks flushed and breathing heavily — fuck, she looked hot.
you cleaned up her cock with your tongue while minjeong watched looking all flustered as if the two of you hadn't been fucking behind her girlfriend's back for months now. minjeong cups your cheek with one hand, wiping the tiny spot of cum that managed to get there and then inserted her thumb inside your mouth.
"were none of your other friends available?" minjeong asked, her nail pressing hard against your tongue.
you shook your head, and minjeong removes her thumb to let you speak, "you know you're my favorite, minjeong." you kissed her hand and stood up, letting her grab the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head. you weren't wearing a bra, so minjeong quick to take your breasts in her hands, relishing in the sounds of your soft moans. minjeong dips her head and starts leaving a trail of wet, sloppy kisses all the way down to your collarbone, where she leaves several marks.
"mine." she whispered and nibbled softly on your skin.
minjeong might allow other people to kiss you, touch you, and fuck you, but she always made sure to make it known that you truly belonged to one person only and it was her. she said it through the hickeys she left on your neck and chest, through the fact that you owned several shirts of hers, the fact that she had a custom-made guitar pick with your initials on them (you didn't know of this), and the way she would almost always drop anything and everything to meet up with you.
it would've been romantic had minjeong not been cheating on her current girlfriend, but not everything works out fine. and there was really only one simple solution this problem... and that was cheating, apparently.
minjeong didn't like it. she was a good person. she believed she was, you knew in your heart she was, everybody knew she was. but something pulled her to you, and it was unbreakable no matter how much she tried to stop herself. you were beautiful, you were captivating, mesmerizing—everything about you just pulls her in.
"hm." minjeong traces her finger along your collarbone where she has left more than a lot of hickeys. you didn't care that it was messy. whatever minjeong wanted, you were willing to give it to her.
you sat further on your bed, pulling minjeong down along with you while you kissed. her tongue was once again inside your mouth, not even letting you get a taste of dominance with the way her tongue expertly wore you down. she swiftly pulls off of panties and breaks the kiss to look at your now fully naked body. so fucking perfect, and it's all for her.
"what's the hold up, minjeong? hurry. your girlfriend's waiting back home, right? let's get this over with." you teased, spreading your folds open to give her the full view of your pussy, clenching around nothing and so deliciously wet. minjeong doesn't even make an effort to talk back to you, she simply grabs her dick and puts her tip right along your entrance. you hold onto her arm and your bedsheets as minjeong thrusts her cock inside you, both of you moaning in unison at the feeling. as soon as your warm cunt surrounds her cock, minjeong's brain just shuts down and she's focused on only one thing: to come inside you.
"you're so slow... fucking move, minjeong or else i'll— ahh...!"
annoyed, minjeong was quick to shut you up by giving you what you wanted, but in a pace faster than you expected. not that you were protesting. she pushes you down on the bed so that you were laying on your back, holding onto your thighs as she pounded your pussy just how you like it. fuck, she filled you up so good... her cock was just the right kind of thick that it made you feel so full. it was almost hypnotizing, and you get so lost in pleasure that you almost turn into a completely different person.
you were whining, whimpering, and saying minjeong's name in such a sweet way. "m-mminjeong-ah...! fuck... please, harder..." you were gripping the bedsheets tightly underneath you, and your back arched with every thrust. minjeong just knew where to hit you, how to use her cock in a way that would drive you to insanity.
"harder, minjeong...!" you pleaded again, wrapping your legs around her waist to pull her closer. minjeong was always quick to give you what you want but it was never enough. you needed her to to use you, to ruin you, to act as if you were nothing but a toy to her. but unfortunately, minjeong was too fucking nice for all that... so you have to push her.
grabbing her arms, you pulled her down for a kiss. you wrapped your arms around her neck, your moans now getting higher and sounding more desperate now that minjeong was fucking you so much better. she was getting into it now, knees planted on your bed and your thighs right over hers. she was holding your legs back by the back of your knees, making sure that every thrust was hard and went deeper than the last. she looked so cute with her eyebrows furrowed, so focused on the pleasure of it all.
you couldn't help but look down to watch as your pussy got pounded, only getting even more horny at the sight. the two of you looked too good together.
"i b-bet she doesn't let you fuck her like this, right, minjeong?" you took note of how her eyes snapped at you, all annoyed now. "or at all... what do you even see in her...? mmhm.. so fucking pretty, but such a prude... even jimin-sunbae was more interesting—mmph..! ahh..." you bit your lip when minjeong takes a hold of your waist with both hands and slams into you, effectively shutting you up but only for that one moment.
"ever think about her while you're f-fucking me, minjeong? huh? maybe you... god... maybe you're even imagining that she's me right now... fuck you if that's the case but.. ahh... whatever makes you use me better," you grinned at the way minjeong's eyes bore through you, so filled with anger. more. you have to push her more. "leave her, minjeong. you know t-there's only one pussy in this world that can satisfy you... and that's mine—mmf!"
"shut up. just shut up." minjeong clamps her hand around your mouth and pounds you harder than ever. any trace of that careful and gentle good 'friend' of yours was gone, and you had to admit that this is the version of minjeong that you liked the most. the one you brought out of her, the one you practically created.
your minjeong.
minjeong's thrusts were getting sloppier, and clumsier as she neared her climax. moaning and muttering profanities in your ear, biting into your shoulder, her nails digging into your waist even deeper. all of these habits you were so familiar with. the way her cock dragged within your walls had you mind reeling, you were practically drooling—she just fucked you so good.
minjeong lets go of your jaw to clutch the bedsheets, "i'm coming again... (y/n)...!"
"don't you dare pull out," you held onto minjeong's neck, pulling her face close. "come inside me."
"you're f-fucking crazy... i won't do that..." but minjeong knew you wouldn't let her pull out. especially when you kissed her deeply and started clutching on her neck. "(y/n)... shitshit..." minjeong shakes her head and buries her face on your shoulder, letting you lock your legs around her waist and hug her.
"i got you, baby... just come..! fill me u-up, please, minjeong...!"
merely seconds later, minjeong releases her load inside you with a gasp, and you held onto her for dear life as you came undone yourself. your juices mixing with her own and spilling out of your cunt, making a mess of your bed but you didn't care.
an hour or two later, when you and minjeong have fully recovered from your high, she pulls herself out of your embrace and started dressing up. you merely watched, being familiar with this situation already. before minjeong could finish getting dressed, you grabbed her shirt and gently tugged her down, capturing her lips in a soft kiss before you pulled away.
minjeong stares at you, and for the first time you couldn't get a read on her.
"we can't keep doing this. i can't."
she sounded like she meant it, you could hear it in her voice and see it in her eyes. minjeong left quickly after that, leaving you alone in your bed that got increasingly cold as soon as she went out the door.
but the thing is, minjeong wanted to mean it. and you wanted to believe that she meant it. but it was hard to do that. it always has been.
especially when two weeks later, minjeong stands on your front porch drenched from the rain. eyes red and puffy, lips quivering from both the cold and her emotions. and she says the words that immediately made you tug her inside your home.
"i broke up with her. i need you."
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