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staycation
yeji x gf!reader
a/n: smol b-day drabble for you @itzy0megaverse enjoy <3
yeji had the whole day planned out from the moment she checked you both in at the hotel- cooking you breakfast in the hotel kitchen, going shopping and eating lunch with you out, and then taking you to your parents' for cake and dinner. waking up extra early yeji feels your arms around her as she attempts to slip out of your hold. mumbling whines of protest yeji stays in bed as you stop and cuddle closer to her, checking the time she figures she has a few more minutes to spare before you wake up to begin preparations. staying in bed shouldn't be too bad.... right?
the warm sunlight shines against yeji's face as she opens her eyes groggy, while she stretches to wake up yeji feels something squirming underneath her. scooting over her eyes widens as she realizes that she had somehow positioned herself on top of you. as you watch your embarrassed girlfriend sit up and attempt to straighten her appearance out you rest your head on her lap and smirk.
"i'm not sure what the point was in us booking a king bed if you're going to insist on laying directly on top of me every night."
"my love i can explain-" chuckling you shake your head and grab her hand to place a light kiss against her palm making her stutter more.
"no need to explain anything, can we just spend the whole day in bed cuddling and ordering room service?"
"but my love i-"
"please yeji? it's my birthday." giving her your infamous puppy eyes all of yeji's plans and her resolve crumble into dust.
"...fine. but you're calling your parents and telling them that we're not coming over for dinner, and i was really looking forward to eating that cake." yeji sinks into the bed and wraps her arms around you holding you tightly with a small pout against her lips. you can't help but kiss her briefly and smirk as her mouth opens slightly wanting more.
"well its my birthday i think i know what other sweets we could have later, now go get the remote and lets see what's on cable~"
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press your number — hwang yeji
desc: It’s lewd and messy when Yeji finally slides it all the way in. Soft squelching sounds, that of which derived from the silicone stretching her pretty cunt out. You moan, a sharp whine coming from the back of your throat as she sits on your waist, biting your lip gingerly. “Fuck,” You swallow. “Good girl. Just like that.” You give her ass a nice hearty smack. She swats your hand away. You were only being kind, after all.
cw: strap sex, strap sucking, praise, unnie kink, cunnilingus, lowkey manipulative!yeji, gratuitous smut, kind of pwp
wc: 2.4k
note: i got crazy writers block halfway through…. um this is super half-assed…. my bad! + i pulled out the proper punctuation for this one plz dont ask why ….. i was feeling diplomatic
Groupmates doesn’t always equal teammates. In fact, your relationship with Hwang Yeji was more like something akin to a rivalry— always at each other’s throats with knives and blades (and tongues) waiting to slash (or lick).
It hurt. It hurt your heart how much she hated you and hurt your head even more.
“I have needs,” Yeji whispers, licking a stripe up the valley of your breasts, tasting of pure, unsaturated skin and flesh. Of salt. Of innocence. “And… when your unnies have needs, you need to help, yeah? I would’ve helped you. Do you need me to help you? Help you learn?”
It felt wrong, almost. Chanting her name, almost like a prayer, begging and pleading for release while Yeji buried her face between your thighs. You wondered if she cared. If she gave a shit how wrong it was.
It was mostly you doing the dirty work anyway, using Yeji’s thick, jet black 7-inch of silicone and thrusting into her rhythmically, drool loosely hanging off your lips and dribbling into her mouth and hair. You felt like it was a part of you. Like the strap-on was your own, like you could almost feel her tight, virginal cunt clenching around it. Neither of you had ever been with anyone else before. Being an idol meant limited social interactions, let alone time with normal civilians long enough to fuck them. You had to help each other, is what Yeji always said, but as far as you were aware, the others didn’t have late-night meetings like this. Yuna had admitted that she had kissed Chaeryeong before, years ago, but it meant nothing. This wasn’t kissing. This was raw. Felt real. Maybe too real.
“Feels good, unnie,” you whisper, burying the cock deeper, and letting Yeji adjust to it’s size.
Yeji grunts. It’s low and throaty and leaves you dripping. You shouldn’t enjoy this as much as you do, but it wasn’t like she would know anyway. “Is that a question or a statement?”
A statement. You play it off. “It was a question,”
“Sorry. Do you feel… good? Unnie?” There are awkward pauses between your words.
“Y-Yeah. Feels fine.”
Just fine.
You can feel it. You can feel when she comes, and not even in some bullshit spiritual way. You feel it. You don’t remember Yeji being a squirter, but suddenly she is, her juices leaking all over the silicone. You pull out, and almost want to take the strap off and lick everything off of it. You imagine it tastes good. Clean and salty.
You don’t. It’s too many boundaries to cross in one night.
“Another?” you ask, letting the one word speak for itself while your fingers hover over the clasps of the toy.
“Quality over quantity,” Yeji says, a little too blunt for comfort. You want to be offended, but you aren’t.
“Am I getting better?”
“You’re regressing,” But you know she’s lying.
You scoff. “You came in two minutes,” and it’s truer than ever. Maybe even less than that. You’d always had good waist control, and maybe that’s what made you such a good dancer. “I’m obviously not getting worse. That was quicker than last time.”
“Freak. You’re counting?”
“It’s only an estimate.”
Yeji adjusts herself. “Fine. Fuck me again, then.”
“Quality over quantity.”
Touché. Always witty, never afraid.
Any other girl would pout. Beg like a dirty whore and get on their knees. Anyone would kill for a chance to be with someone as high profile as you. Yeji, however, couldn’t care less about how much money you have or how many fangirls you have lined up just waiting to suck your strap clean.
“I want quantity. I said, fuck me again. Don’t make me repeat myself.”
You won’t. You’ll obey, but not as easily as usual. Not as much as Yeji wants.
“Ride me, then. I want you on top, this time.”
Yeji meets your request with a bitchy eye roll. “Fuck, yeah, okay,”
And it’s always that easy.
You settle on your back and Yeji straddles you. She’s wetter than normal. Her folds shine in the light, nearly glistening with heat. They’re swollen too. Puffy and needy.
She lines the silicone up with her entrance and sinks, and the words come out embarrassingly fast, “God, you make unnie feel so fucking good,” and she doesn’t stop them, pushing nearly half of the length into her before stopping, taking a breath.
“You can do it,” you encourage, hands firmly on her waist,
“Stop talking.”
It’s lewd and messy when Yeji finally slides it all the way in. Soft squelching sounds, that of which derived from the silicone stretching her pretty cunt out. You moan, a sharp whine coming from the back of your throat as she sits on your waist, biting your lip gingerly. “Fuck,” You swallow. “Good girl. Just like that.” You give her ass a nice hearty smack. She swats your hand away. You were only being kind, after all.
At the very least, it isn’t an attempt to be romantic. She hates corny shit, and this isn’t corny. Well, maybe it is— but not in that way. It isn’t cheesy. It isn’t stomach-churningly cute, or soft, or sweet. You’re fucking your leader with a huge piece of silicone and praising her for her good work. God knows she needs it. It might inflate her ego, and she might use this moment against you, but sacrifices have to be made for a good time. And this? This is a good ass time. For you, at least. With her reactions, you’re not certain if it’s reciprocal.
“I feel full,” Yeji notes, breath shaky, slowly quickening her pace, rolling her hips onto the strap as it slides in and out of her. “Think I’m gonna come,” She huffs.
“Already?” You want to laugh, but you don’t. It’s ironic how cruel she is to you, how ruthless and mean and intense your work relationship is, but how easy it is to break her. How quickly you can make her lose it. How you can ruin her and she wouldn’t even mind.
Yeji moans. It’s loud and rough and Ryujin is sleeping just one thin wall away, and if that doesn’t wake her up, you don’t know what will. Nothing will get Yeji to shut up, not even you, but you make an attempt anyway.
“Shush, unnie,” you urge, brows furrowed in frustration as you impulsively and autonomously buck your hips up into her.
It only doubles her reactions.
“You only, fuck, you only make it harder when you do shit like that,” She hums, rocking on you, breath coming out in short gasps.
Finally coming down, Yeji climbs off of you and stands. Her knees shudder under her weight, understandably. Her cunt aches.
“I’m gonna go piss and get dressed. We have practice in thirty. Be ready.”
Another order. She’s good at giving those, evidently.
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The next time it happens is a little less planned. Fuck it— not even that. It’s not prepared at all. It started off innocent, at least. If you get arrested for indecent exposure and get kicked out of your agency, you have an excuse. It’s her fault. It’s always her fault. Hwang Yeji is always to blame. She makes you like this, a horrific mess and a trainwreck of an idol.
“I could lose my job,” you say. “My life would be over,” you say. “All your fucking fault,” you say. You say, all while spilling your saliva all over her lips, messily pressing your lips to hers while you brush her wet and wispy red hairs away from where they stick on her cheek. You’re in full hair and makeup and wouldn’t like to ruin it, but maybe it’s a little necessary. Such an irresponsible leader, letting you ruin yourself in the bathroom of a music show. She doesn’t even seem phased with her clit against your skin.
Lucky for you, Yeji’s stylist wasn’t quite finished yet. Her makeup wasn’t finished below her nose and she was still wearing the clothes she came in — well, only half of them, anyway. Her skirt was splattered across the tile and her panties dangled off of one knee as she sat on your now bare thigh, A fistful of orange hair was left tangled in your hands, spilling out of your palms as she rides against your thigh. You always want to praise her. Tell her that she’s a good girl for letting you fuck her so close to showtime, but it almost aggravates you how careless she is. You could get caught. Not just by a groupmate— that wasn’t your concern. Sure, it’d be awkward for someone to catch you in such a… compromised… position, but it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. They’d keep it a secret, you were sure of it. Worst case scenario was your manager. God forbid he walk in. You were confined to a stall, sure, but it didn’t even matter when you were cursing and whining into Yeji’s slutty mouth, nearly begging her to keep going. Freak. How were you even getting off on this? She wasn’t even doing anything to turn you on, and somehow, some way, you were turned on anyway. Women tend to have that effect on you.
Yeji stopped rather abruptly, words still hesitating to come out. Your fingers duck down and push generously against her clit.
You aren’t trying to embarrass her, of course not. But, it feels a little good to make her shy, shuddering needily against your thigh. “Good fucking god, unnie,” you breathe, licking hotly up her neck, damp with sweat. “So fucking wet, all for me?”
She covers your mouth with the palm of her hand, eyebrows threading together in a twisted furrow while she lazily humps against you.
When she comes, it soaks your thigh, thick wetness dribbling down your leg and dripping onto the floor. “You made such a mess, unnie.”
You aren’t trying to embarrass her.
Of course not.
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Yeji hates it when you sleep in her bed. She doesn’t think you’re unhygienic, or anything. You’re fairly certain she would let you sleep in her bed after you fuck her if it weren’t for the fact that you kick. When you’re asleep, you destroy her just as bad as you do when you’re awake. Roughly slamming your heels into her knees, elbowing her in the jaw. The rule is no marks. No bruises, no hickeys, no bites. Even if they’re done deep in slumber. Nothing.
You’re both a little distracted. You feel a teensy bit gross, too. The strap is on Yeji this time, and she isn’t even really doing much— because she never really wants to do much.
Goddamned pillow princess.
(You don’t mind.)
The silicone comes out of your mouth with a sharp pop, saliva pooling on the corner of your lip. You can’t even get mad at Yeji, because she’s unbelievably nice when you take her down your throat. She knows it isn’t the most comfortable.
“You’re so cute,” she whispers, scratching at your chin softly like you’re an animal. Something about it is a little domestic, really. You’re like her pet, in a way. Always ready to obey her even if it means discomfort or displeasure. Who are you kidding? Fucking your leader could never bring you any sort of displeasure.
Is she even getting off on this?
“What’s the point? Of this? Of all this sucking? You can’t feel it. I can’t really feel it.”
“Preparation. Tolerance building. You’ll never be able to handle something bigger if you don’t get used to this first.” Yeji claims, hands smoothly tousling your hair.
A brow of yours shoots up. “I’m the one who fucks you, usually, though.”
“Not always. Can you just take it like a good girl and be quiet? Open wide, please? For unnie?”
The conversation ends with an eye roll, your mouth open, and Yeji’s hand on your jaw while she slides it past your tongue. It’s wet and warm in your mouth. And still, a little gross feeling. Who were you to object?
“You’re something else,” Yeji whispers. “So obedient. I used to wonder why you never reject, but I understand now. You have a crush on me, don’t you?”
You gag a little. Not from the dick halfway down your throat. More from the downright ridiculous words coming out of Yeji’s mouth.
“Don’t be crazy, unnie,” you whisper as you pull back, a string of saliva between your top lip and the silicone.
She scoffs.
“Okay,” and she pats your thigh and lifts you onto the bed.
“Unnie, I can’t take all of that. Not down there.”
Yeji cocks her head. “Sure you can.”
“I can’t.”
“Do you…?”
Yeah. You do. You’re not sure what it is that you do, but you do.
“Okay,” Yeji unclips the strap from her waist and lays it gently in the drawer it came from. A little too gently. Like she gives a fuck about it, or you, or this.
Her tongue feels good on you. All over you, in fact. While it drags down your body, from your collarbones to your stomach, tender strokes of the muscle, flexing around the softness of your skin and down to your sweet cunt. Her tongue glides between your folds, lapping up your juices like a crazed animal that had been without water for months. She hadn’t done this before— but you felt a tightness in your stomach that wasn’t unfamiliar, but wasn’t something you were used to.
Her mouth alternates between sucking at your clit and fucking her tongue into your hole, sending you onto a frenzy of flexing your abs and thighs, back arching against the bed as you writhe. A cold hand settles on your waist and the other situates on your thigh, holding your leg over Yeji’s shoulder. It’s new. Fresh, and soaking, and so, so good.
“You taste so good,” Yeji mumbles into your pussy, mouth burrowed between your legs. She’s better at this than you thought, and it almost makes you wonder if she makes other girls’ thighs shake like this. If other girls experience her tongue on them like this. Whether you’re the only one doesn’t bother you— you’re just curious. You don’t question it.
And when you come, everything feels like levitating. Some sort of telekinetic force lifting everything from the floor. It’s ridiculous, maybe. Oh, well. Looking up at you as your stomach and chest rise and fall like a tidal wave, Yeji smiles, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.
She’s something else.
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domceo!yeji x subfem!reader hcs
a/n: I WASN’T EVEN PLANNING TO WRITE THIS BUT FUCKCKC the thought has been in my mind all day i couldn’t help it
tags: smut, wlw, office au, boss x employee, idol x reader, yeji, itzy
content warning: mild manipulation, power abuse, kinda consensual non-con, power imbalance
word count: 542
you’ve been working at this company for a long while now, your coworkers know you take your job very seriously. so much so that you sometimes stay overtime
but only you knew that you don’t do it solely for the work, you also do it to see your boss, miss hwang yeji, more often
being the one who inherited the company from mr. hwang, her father, she also takes her job very seriously and is an insanely strict person. everybody in the company is incredibly terrified of her due to her cold eyes and attitude, but you’re… weirdly attracted to it?
you acknowledge that it’s insanely unprofessional and immoral to view your boss in a sexual manner, but she’s just so hot? like insanely hot?
the way she runs her hand through her hair before fixing her glasses, the way she puts her hands on your shoulders whenever she’s checking out your work, or the way she ties up her hair in a ponytail always cause you to stare
“good job, y/n, great work as always.” as she rubs your back and you’re sooo turned on from it, despite trying very hard not to be, ‘it’s wrong’ you tell yourself
what you don’t know, though, is that she has those same exact thoughts about you
she often talks to you just to hear your voice so she can fantasize better about you screaming her name as she fingers herself later on<33
ever since the day you overheard her moaning in her office (the same day your idiot self came in without even knocking because you thought she had gotten hurt), you guys have been fucking undercover
she knows how much you like to be praised, so she calls you her good good girl while you eat her out under her desk, she’s stroking your hair and looking down at you while you’re working your mouth on her
she rewards you for every assignment you get done by fingering you, or sometimes when she’s really proud of you, she pounds your pretty cunt with her strap<3
“does my pretty little bitch like that, hm?” ughhh I CAN’TTCJSJF
SORTAAA manipulates you into fucking her when you don’t feel like it, abuses her power, basically (but you like it, and she knows you do)
“you wouldn’t want me to take 15% off of your paycheck, would you now, princess? now come on, get to work.” as she motions for you to get undressed aghh<3
occasionally eyefucks you when walking around the office, fully aware that your coworkers may see her
orders you around all the time, whether it’s for work purposes or just so she can use your body properly. she wants everything her way, and you love that just as much as she does
“don’t speak unless I tell you to, got it?” while she’s using a vibrator on you, gripping you by the hair
“shit, keep fucking me like that, y/n..” as she leans back on her chair, biting her lip trying to surpress her moans GUYSSCKD
she loves marking your body (hickeys, bite marks, etc.) and she lives for the days when you don’t try to cover them. it did get HR on your ass though, but it’s okay, she defended you :]
#wlw scenarios#hwang yeji#itzy#itzy x you#itzy x yn#yeji x reader#female reader#smut#office au#yeji smut#gxg#gxg smut#headcanons#itzy headcanons
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Masterlist
Dorm Affair
Yeji X Fem! Reader
Description: The election of the student council president is a hard day for Yn. She helped another person from a panic attack with a Kiss. But what happens if this student is going to be the next Council president? And what if she thinks that yn had assaulted her?
Status: Finished
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37: The End
#newjeans#newjeans minji#danielle#haerin#newjeans hanni#newjeans hyein#hanni pham#newjeans smau#itzy yuna#yeji#ryujin#hwang yeji#chaeryeong#shin ryujin#itzy yeji#itzy x yn#itzy x reader#itzy x you#yeji x reader
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Coming out to Itzy members 🏳️🌈 ‼️‼️
⊱ ─── [ 💌 ] ─── ⊰ ⊱ ─── [ 💌 ] ⊱ ── ── ⊰
⊱ ─── [ 💌 ] ─── ⊰ ⊱ ─── [ 💌 ] ⊱ ── ── ⊰
#kpop x y/n#kpop x reader#itzy x reader#itzy x yn#kpopsmau#kpop au#yeji x reader#lia itzy#ryujin#yuna#chaeryeong#kpop smau#itzy
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Heartbeat
Shin Ryujin x reader
Synopsis: you’ve promised to take your best friend to an awaited party, located in a nearby city. Ryujin catches your eye, and you fall right into her web of plans, with the promise of having a good time once and for all.
Warnings: mentions of gangs, guns and drugs. smut. blood. violence. nsfw.
Word count: 13.8k
Notes: i thought abt this after watching ryujin’s solo mv! it was so good <3. this was a fairly new topic for me to write about, so I apologize if it’s poorly written or unrealistic. nevertheless, I had lots of fun writing it ˆˆ. english is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes.
You don’t mind helping out your parents by working at the family’s Diner: there usually weren’t many customers, and days went by slowly without you being bothered.
“Hey, Y/n. Can I grab another soda?” Your best friend asks, brushing her hands in front of your face to get your attention. Facing you from the other side of the diner’s endless counter, Chaeryeong looks like a hyper child, standing up from her seat to take a look at the soda machine, placed behind your frame.
You roll your eyes at her, simply grabbing the large cup she hands you and filling it up with Coke Zero, this time. “Here.”
“Awn, man, come on!” She protests, grunting. Lets her head fall back. “Coke Zero tastes like shit, Y/n! Give me something tasty, damn.” Chaeryeong turns to the few other customers, gesticulating, “What does a girl have to do to get the good stuff around here? Stop with the misery!”
She has her finger pointed at you, to which you giggle. You’ve known Chaery since your diaper days, with her living in the house in front of yours, and the two of you have been best friends ever since. Her careless, playful nature provides a nice balance to your calm, responsible one. You love her to pieces, which means you are always taking care of the dark-haired girl, in many ways.
“You’ve reached your daily quota of sugar.” You don’t even look at her as you answer, busy giving an elder woman her exchange in cash. “And don’t make those faces. I might as well just give you water, from now on.” Smiling at the customer, you ignore your friend. “Thank you, ma’am! Have a pleasant day.” Chaeryeong gulps, knowing fully well you mean your words.
She keeps her thoughts to herself, mumbling something incoherent while the loud slurps of the iced drink can be heard. Still not paying her much attention, you lean your elbows on the counter marble, sighing tiredly. Even though it was only an hour past noon, you could feel the heaviness in your eyes, the tiredness getting to you. Not having any orders, you allow yourself a few moments of rest, closing your eyes and resting your head on your hands. Just some seconds of peace, you decide.
The bell chime’s noise announces the end of your calm state of mind. In a blink, your sister is placing a medium-sized box on the counter, her usual smile directed at you. You know better than to trust her angelic looks, though — behind her rose gold hair and delicate features, Rosé is nothing but a devious manipulator.
However, she’s still your older sister, and you love her to pieces. It’s the only reason you don’t ignore her, crossing your arms and waiting for her to speak up, instead. She pushes the box towards you, smiling sneakily.
“Good morning, baby sister.” Rosé greets you. As usual, she never goes straight to the point.
You narrow your eyes at her. “It’s past noon, Rosé.”
“Yeah, whatever.” She brushes you off, winking at Chaeryeong to say hello. The girl nearly drowns in her coke, coughing violently.
Chaeryeong has had a massive crush on your sister ever since she was fourteen. Fortunately for you, Rosé has never seen her as anything apart from a little sister too, like yourself. Although the not so subtle rejection has never stopped Chaery from freaking out whenever Rosé addressed or acknowledged her.
“Good morning to you too, Rosie unnie.” She says, after finally gathering her breath. You huff, muttering about how biased she was and being promptly ignored by both girls. The package catches Chaery’s attention, ever so curious, and she pokes it with her bony fingers. “And what’s that about?”
Rosé pulls the package towards you, shrinking her shoulders down a little. For some, she might seem hesitant, but you know her too well to be aware that her movements are anything short of calculated.
“Could you deliver this for me?” She asks —tone dripping with sweetness. It always is, whenever she wants something from you. This is no different. “They asked for the pieces pretty urgently, and I’ll be off to deliver another package in a nearby city in a few minutes.”
Apart from the Diner, your father also owned a mechanical workshop, and would often sell and deliver car pieces to his clients. Rosé, being her outgoing self, dealt with them and the business part of it while you preferred to step aside, helping with the Diner instead. It was only when she had too much work to do that you had to deal with her customers, instead —and those were never pleasant experiences.
Perhaps you were just not cut for the job, or your calm aura was easy to be taken advantage of, but it was a matter of fact: you sucked at negotiating deals and making small talk. It made you uncomfortable and anxious, having to put up a superior act and bargain with assholes until you got enough profit to go home satisfied, so you avoided it vigorously.
Unfortunately, Rosé never hesitated to ask for a hand.
You eye the box suspiciously, trying to figure out the content inside without having to touch it. Even though it seems heavy, you can never truly trust appearances. After all, car pieces are not the only thing they sell at your father’s shop.
“I mean… I could.” You smirk back at Rosé, your identical smiles mirroring one another. “But I don’t want to.”
Before you even register, Rosé smacks you on the head. You’ve never been able to buck from her quick hands anyway.
“Hey!” You massage your scalp, moving your upper body forward to give Chaeryeong a push, too, since the action has her laughing loudly. “Bitch.”
Rosé giggles, too, standing on her tiptoes to give you a kiss on the cheek.
“Pretty please, Y/nnie.” She sighs, joining her hands in a prayer. “I’ll owe you one. I’ll even give you that dress of mine you love, promise.”
Chaeryeong gives you a thumbs up, biased as she’s always been.
“Come on, Y/n, let’s just do it. It’ll be fun! It’s too monotonous to be at the Diner all day, anyway.”
“See?” Rosé gestures to your best friend, pleased to be supported. “Chaery, you’re so sweet.” Your sister pinches her nose, and Chaeryeong’s face turns as red as a strawberry in a matter of seconds. She turns to you once again, then, still faking that hesitation. “Please? It’d be an outstanding deal for us. Lots of profit and all.”
You roll your eyes, still not convinced. Even though Chaery’s eyes are nearly popping off her face with how intensely she’s glaring, you refuse to give in. Rosé was stubborn, but you share the same blood, after all.
“Aren’t any of your friends available? I can’t just close the Diner and go.” Lies. You simply refuse to bulge, to relent to Rosé’s wishes as you always did.
She doesn’t even blink, though, unbothered by your lack of cooperation.
“Lisa, Jisoo, and Jennie are all busy with other work deals too, as well as the boys.” She shrugs, going around the counter to grab a beer for herself. “Trust me, Y/n: if I had anyone to go deliver this, I would… but you know how busy these past weeks have been, and we’re all so overworked. Help me out, please?” She touches the cross hanging on her chest, identical to the one you never took off.
A symbol of your bond.
You sigh, jumping off the balcony and giving in to Rosé’s orders for the nth time. “Fine.” You mumble, grumpy. “Chaeryeong can take care of the place while I go.”
“What the fuck, Y/n!” The girl jumps from her seat, suddenly interested in the conversation as if she hadn’t spent the last five minutes scrolling on her phone, all bored. Suddenly, she’s all ears, eagerly advocating for herself, “I don’t want to do the boring stuff! Let me go with you.”
Before you’re able to tell your friend to get fucked, Rosé stops you with her hands, signaling for someone to come in.
“It’s good for you to not go alone, baby sis. Chaery can make you company.” She nods, grabbing the young girl who came in by the shoulders and positioning her in front of you and Chaeryeong. “This is Rami. She’s Mingyu’s little sister, remember? She said she could handle the diner for a few hours while the two of you are at it. Such a sweetheart, is she not?”
The girl — Rami, nods energetically, looking at your sister with adoration in her glittery eyes. It was no surprise Rosé had brought one of her little fangirls to help, actually. Living in a small city for all your life, everyone knew Rosé. She’s been a notable presence since her teenage years, whether it was attending fancy balls or setting fire to the shops downtown. The blonde girl has been remarkable for as long as you can remember. She’s always been either feared, hated, or loved, but remarkable nonetheless.
Which only proved your theory that you were not going to deliver any car pieces, after all.
You and Chaery exchanged a knowing look, neither caring enough to ask anything about this girl or explain the job she’d have to take at the Diner for free.
“Very well, then.” You sigh, watching Rosé’s excited clapping and giggling. “I’ll grab my car keys.”
Chaeryeong follows you closely, also jumping of joy. You’re well aware she hates being at the Diner, always complaining of boredom, but it isn’t like she has any other friends to go out with. Behind her bubbly, chatty, and energetic personality, she’s is actually very frail and shy, which makes her an easy target for the mean fuckers your age. She struggles, and would much rather just have a single, loyal friend. And you’ve always made sure to protect her fiercely.
“Adventure!! Finally.” The dark-haired girl raises her hands, thanking God you’d go out.
“Don’t get too excited.” You warn her, turning to Rosé. Pointing a finger at the rosy-haired woman, you add. “I hate you.”
She pulls you in for a suffocating hug, used to your harsh behavior. “And I love you so, little sis. Thank you!”
Both Rami and her wave as you and Chaeryeong leave the diner, the package weighing heavily in your hands. You don’t have a big 6th sense, but something does not feel right. Although you ignore it anyway, turning the car on and driving to the address your sister texted you.
-
“Do we really have to do this?” She whines, closing the passenger’s door rather roughly — to which you grunt, paying her a harsh stare for not being careful with your precious car.
She realized the whole thing would be anything but fun sometime mid the 40-minute journey to the abandoned warehouse you were currently walking into. Besides, once you reminded her that Rosé’s request would put off her wishes of going out and partying for a few hours, that little pout of hers hasn’t left her lips. Now, Chaeryeong is all regretful to have supported the older girl in her wishes.
“Not really.” You pay your friend no mind, walking towards the place that was falling into pieces. Seeing you weren’t backing her up, her pout deepened.
“It’s my birthday.” She argues, kicking rocks along the way.
“I already bought you a cake. And milkshake, and fries.” You roll your eyes, remembering how you’d all chanted your best friend happy birthday at your parents’ Diner, during breakfast. “And a shit ton of booze, throughout all these years of knowing you. You haven’t paid me back once.”
Chaeryeong sighs, hurrying to your side, defeated. You keep walking without waiting for her, making it harder for her to catch up — truly opposites, the two of you.
“Fine. But let’s do this quickly. You promised we’d still go to that party.” She decides, playfully bumping into you. Any other time, her actions would’ve helped you to be at ease, but you’re unable to relax this time. You know this is some serious shit.
“Yeah, let’s do this quick.” You repeat her words, entering the abandoned place at a slow, nearly languid pace.
Let you both be out of here in no time. You wish, once again sensing the bad omens.
The warehouse, although old, mistreated and nearly falling into pieces, is not unsettling to you. It’s merely the place Rosé sometimes treats business, and you’ve accompanied her once or twice, before. The wooden beams are rotten, and the flooring has long disappeared, fading into dust that clings to your combat boots. You’d have to clean them later, and that somehow annoys you more than the situation itself. The place is empty, with walls that were once covered by big, expensive windows, yet all that remains are tainted, broken glasses hanging wherever you could look. Machines are still forgotten in random locations inside the building, a ghost of times when the government tried to rebuild the massive area. None of that was successful, obviously. Now, this ghost of a place belongs to your father, your sister, and the other people who were also part of the darker side of this shitty town.
Only a single table hangs in the open area of the first floor, clearly meant for dealerships and businesses. Upon arriving, you notice 5 — no, nearly 10 people waiting not so patiently. Wearing dark, shabby clothes, none of them seem welcoming, to say the least. Rosé had told you’d be doing business with Wendy, a familiar customer from another small town nearby, in hopes to ease down on your nerves. It worked, in a way: having met with Wendy a few times prior, you weren’t all nervous about the upcoming meeting. She was intimidating and oh, so pretty, but you got along well with the auburn-haired woman and her business partners, from previous experiences such as charity dinners and dealerships alongside your sister’s presence.
The woman that stands in front of you, however, looks nothing like Wendy. You know her, naturally; it was impossible not to. Jinsoul’s troublemaker fame was much different than your sister’s — while Rosé’s actions, even though batshit crazy at times, are dreadfully calculated, Jinsoul’s insanity comes with the sole purpose of enticing chaos. Her unstable nature is much of a pain, you’ve personally experienced so from watching herself prove her influence on a crowd by torturing some poor girl who accidentally spilled champagne in her dress at a ceremony, or setting fire to a man’s car at one of the car rifts you often attend. Out of all the girls from her gang, Jinsoul is the least pleasant one to set off deals with.
Naturally, Rosé and Jinsoul hate each other with a passion, being two different flames of the same fire.
With all of that knowledge, you fix your posture, observing Chaeryeong do the same with your peripheral vision. Even though you absolutely despise it, you’ve been taught well how to keep a powerful, imposing façade. Standing tall, you tower over Jinsoul and her subordinates.
“I see Rosé sent her little minion, instead of herself. Must be really busy, of course.” Jinsoul doesn’t greet you, as expected. Her tone is dripping with venom as she examines you and your best friend with harsh eyes.
Now that you’re in front of her, you’re no longer hesitant or scared. Instead, you’re bothered, irritated that you have to deal with your sister’s cheap copy instead of Wendy or Joohyun. Taking a step towards the young woman, you curse Rosé under your breath, fully aware the eventful encounter is not a misunderstanding.
“Nice hair. I love the new color.” You say, leaning your head with a knowing look. Jinsoul’s hair falls a little past her shoulders, in a strawberry-blonde tone that is exactly like Rosé’s past one, from a few months prior. “I’ll tell Rosé her oldest, most faithful fan sends her regards.”
Your words seem to stir something inside the leader in front of you. She scoffs, gritting her teeth. “This is too tedious. Give me the shipment we agreed on, I’ve got better things to do anyway.”
Rolling your eyes, you gesture for Chaeryeong to drop the box on the ground. She does as told, the metallic sounds of the guns moving inside. It echoes in the empty place, as the box falls onto the ground.
Jinsoul remains stoic, hands resting neatly inside her pockets, while her guards reach out for the box. Before they can touch it, though, you step on it, preventing anyone from moving.
“Give us the money first, Jinsoul. No funny business.” You stare right into her eyes, remembering the times you’ve caught her fooling around in her deals, leaving other people empty-handed. “Then you can check as much as you want.”
She laughs, knowing you’re no fool. “I see you’ve gotten wiser, Y/n. Well done.”
In a second, she’s handing you another small, compacted package. You take the money with your delicate hands, not in the least made to deal with such dirty stuff. You count it, already feeling the blood in your veins boil. Chaeryeong breaths are heavy beside you as you say. “This is not what we agreed on, Jinsoul. Stop being a whore for once and give me the other half of the fucking money.”
You and Chaery don’t need words to understand each other. She grabs the box back from the ground as soon as she sees you go rigid, holding on to it with the same look of disdain you bear.
“Oh, my dear.” Jinsoul stands close enough to grab a strand of your long fringe, knuckles brushing your jawline with feigned affection. “Your sister should know I am only faithful to the people I treat business with… and I didn’t discuss anything with you, precious.”
Turning your face, you hold Chaeryeong with one arm to prevent her from jumping on Jinsoul and beating her up.
“You bitch!” Your friend screams at her face, her voice muffled by Jinsoul’s hectic laughter as she walks away, back turned to you and Chaery in a clear show of disrespect.
Before you can go to Jinsoul yourself, her guards strike, going straight to the two of you. You manage to buckle and give them a few punches — causing a fair amount of trouble for someone who didn’t practice often at all, honestly. However, you were outnumbered, and soon enough you find yourself on the ground, punched and disheveled.
Coughing violently, you turn to see one of them kicking Chaeryeong in the guts, a few meters from you. The sight of your friend, cheerful and pure Chaery, being hurt enrages you to the core. You spit at their feet to gather all the attention to yourself.
“Don’t touch her, fucker!” You scream, breathless. They pay you no mind, having the time of their lives.
You feel something on your jacket, then. When you look ahead, Jinsoul has poured a thick, horizontal line of a viscous liquid through all of the massive warehouse. Other guards help, with gallons, but you know most of it is her doing — she loves to get her hands dirty in the business. There’s fire in her eyes, and by the time she lifts the lighter dramatically, you’re already well aware.
Gasoline.
“Goodbye, dearests! It’s always a pleasure doing business with you.” She chants, before throwing the lighter and walking away, without any rush.
You have to use both hands to stand on your fours, then on your knees. Your jacket is long thrown elsewhere as you grab Chaeryeong by back of her neck, much like a kitten. “Let’s go, and quick. Are you badly hurt?” You murmur, looking for any bad bruises on her porcelain skin. The girl shakes her head, running her hand through her bloody nose. She whimpers, and you know she’s trying her best to be strong in front of you. You give her a hug, as well as a kiss on her dirty cheek, in hopes of bringing her a little comfort. “Good. Now come.”
You hated — no, you despised Rosé for always deceiving you. Only this time, she’d pay.
Leaning on each other, the two of you go back to where you’d parked your car, in a hidden area a few minutes away from the warehouse, just as you’ve been taught to do. You take a deep breath, appreciating the humidity and the nature that ruled the place, a forgotten piece of the city. It had rained while you were inside, and you were glad for that. You loved the smell of rain, especially in nature.
On your way to the car, you spot a water tap nearby. You take Chaeryeong’s arms from your shoulders, then, opening the tap and turning to her. “Clean yourself up.”
“You’re so bossy.” She mumbles, but is quick to do as told, grabbing a hold of the water and splashing it on her face, cleaning up the dust that gathered. Chaeryeong nearly drenches her whole head, too — her pitch-black hair all shiny within minutes as the color slowly returns to her face.
While she takes the dirt off her arms and legs, you look around to check on the fire. It is still lively, a bright beacon as the night falls by, but you know it won’t spread. The place was all rotten by rust, with barely any ceiling left, so the rain would most likely put it off.
Still, Jinsoul’s message was clear, and it stung on your pride.
At least she’s always been like that, never presenting herself differently. Much different from your sister, who tells lies for breakfast.
Your mind is still clouded by troubled thoughts when Chaeryeong lets out a tired laugh, smiling once you kneel to clean up yourself. “They beat up our asses hard out there, you know.”
As much as her statement annoys the shit out of you, you’re grateful to have her cracking jokes again. Your best friend’s delicate features suit the red color on her mouth, a sign she’s well and ready for the next one.
You feel the dust gathering under your fingers and all over your skin. It’s all over you, so intensely your honey hair can be misguided as black, with how much of it is covered by dirt.
“I’ve barely noticed.”
Chaeryeong chokes in her saliva to keep herself from laughing, knowing your patience’s running thin. Even if you have the softest spot for her, she decides not to push it.
“Yes, obviously.” She nods. You think she’s finally going to be quiet, but it’s your best friend you’re talking about. Naturally, she continues. “Let’s go to the party, please?”
You scoff, rolling your eyes as you finish washing up, feeling refreshed and no longer too bothered. “Yes.”
You both arrive where the car is parked before she adds. “And we need fighting lessons once we get back home.”
“Chaeryeong.”
“It’s true, sorry! It is.” She raises her hands as if to keep herself from being attacked by your rage.
You limit yourself to giving her a harsh stare, and she shivers under it. You can be quite intimidating when you wish to be, especially since you’re not exactly a chatterbox.
Turning the car on, you indulge your friend’s wishes as you drive towards the party she’s been nagging you about for the whole week.
-
The night’s already taken over the sky once you park on the crowded street, after hours of speeding on the free road. As you hop out of the car, your thoughts go to your sister: you know the meeting with Jinsoul had been arranged all along, with her words about Wendy being merely for you to agree on doing as told. How could she fool you like that? As if you were nothing more than another dischargeable person, like many of her toys.
It’s not the first time Rosé has sent you and Chaeryeong to some skimpy situation, but knowing she was well aware of it being a clear trap all along leaves you absolutely outraged.
Even though she knew of the risks, she still sent you. You would’ve never gone, had you known it was a situation like that, and that’s the reason she didn’t warn you beforehand.
You hated Rosé’s guts.
Chaery rushes to your side once again, side-eyeing you with as little discreetness as possible — unlike yourself, she’s never been good at hiding her expressions. You don’t even attempt to smile, still mad about your earlier encounter and all that went wrong.
Not even your bubbly, cheerful best friend can lift your spirits, at the moment.
“Don’t tell me you’re still pissed, Y/n.” She shakes her arms, sighing. Her tone is serious, and you know she means it. “Come on! Live your life, and stop being so strict all the time. You deserve to have fun.” Chaery grabs you by the shoulders, lifting your chin so you’ll stare at her. “So have fun! I know it fucking sucks, but it’s done! Let’s just enjoy the night and deal with the whole problem tomorrow morning.”
You roll your eyes, knowing she’d never comprehend your feelings. As much as you love how carefree she is, you also know your personalities are too different.
You allow her to interlock your hand with hers, though, as the two of you pass the sea of cars in the direction of the crowded mansion.
“You could use a little fire within yourself too, you know.” You murmur, examining the place with harsh eyes.
The front garden alone is already impressive. Its deep green lawn is impeccable — clearly trimmed and well cared for, aligning with the lavish fountain that stands in the center and all the animals sculpted in the bushes. A cupid stands in the middle of the marble fountain, water flowing smoothly from its carved bow. You recognize the modern styling of the mansion, with plenty of massive windows that cover both floors of the house. With its wooden walls, the place has a rustic yet cozy surface. There is no doubt whoever owns such property has a great sense of style.
Even that front area is crowded, too. People nearly having public sex, others throwing up vigorously while being helped by friends, a few others just passed out on the lawn… although you’re surprised to see many groups simply drinking and chilling, leaning on their cars, too — most likely seeking an escape from the vivid music and the heat wave that must be inside. You already feel the energetic music echoing through the whole atmosphere, the rhythm reverberating through the walls and on the ground. You bite your cheek to suppress a smile, not wanting your friend to notice yet. To you, there was something appealing about attending such crowded spaces. Amidst the sea of people, you were no one: known by no one, cared for by no one. It was strangely comforting, as if a weight was going off your shoulders, and you liked it.
Interrupting your thoughts, Chaeryeong shrugs, “I mean, it’s Rosé we’re talking about. Did you seriously not expect the deal to be suspicious, to say the very least?” She sighs hard, adding. “That lying, dreadful hot bitch. I’d go to as many sneaky warehouses as she commands me to, sorry, Y/n.”
Her tone is truthful enough to have you shaking your shoulders in laughter, squeezing her hand to make her stop walking through people so fast. As a matter of fact, Chaery’s fat crush on your sister isn’t by any means new to you — going on for many years already, but it always surprises you to hear her say stuff like that.
You find it hilarious, actually, that Chaeryeong is, to this day, one of your sister’s fangirls.
“I seriously can’t believe you sometimes.” You say, although youthful spirits have been lifted. Your best friend smiles brightly at you, her button nose scrunching adorably.
“You just love me so much.”
You leave her at that, and stand by the door, making your way to the main, open area — the living room. Chaeryeong is smart and attentive, which also helps to access the whole place rather quickly. Soon enough, both of you have some kind of fancy drink in hands, and you stare at the dark-haired girl rather hesitantly.
Her bright humor and the room’s energy, bustling with excitement are enough to have you feeling much better, even a little happy yourself. Still sensing your hesitation, she brings the cup to your mouth with her small hands, both of you downing your drinks within seconds.
“Okay,” She says, looking around for anything interesting. “Now the real fun begins.”
You laugh, knowing she’s going to find some source of entertainment for the night — whether it is a pretty girl to lose herself in or a newly discovered gossip to watch and comment over like a TV series.
Chaeryeong disappears and comes back with another fancy-looking drink, stumbling and nearly falling in the process, and you quickly grab the one she hands to you, taking a small sip this time. She’s already had a handful of hers and stares at your choice of savoring the liquid with playful eyes.
“What? I would rather not pass out. That’s your role.”
“You never forget, do you? It was once, Y/n. Once. And forever ago, too! I’ve never done that again.” She huffs, bringing her free hand to her chest in a fake display of resentment.
You giggle as you hug her sideways, shutting off the older girl’s whines. She quickly steps aside, though — not wanting people to think she’s not seeking some fun, and you take the opportunity to look around, observing the inside of the mansion properly.
It’s a beautiful house — a mansion, indeed — and the first floor is nothing but lavish. The bar, where you and Chaeryeong stand, is nearly the size of the one at the Diner, filled with expensive drinks and crystal cups as the bartender — not at all like the junk places the two of you usually attend— mixes drinks with experience.
It also pleases you to see how such a person is not afraid of spending money to host a good party, even if the people enjoying it are complete strangers. The lively atmosphere of young people having fun, mixed with the grand decor of the place balanced each other well, giving a lived-in aspect to said gorgeous place.
The open area has plenty of windows, allowing you to watch the gardens and the pool, outside — even though it’s massive, there’s barely any space left in between the waters, making you gulp with disgust. It was hard for you to understand how that many people would muster the courage to get in, with so many germs and fluids certainly dirtying the once crystal-clear waters.
Looking back inside, you’re able to observe the planned furniture, which is clearly well thought out, with the wooden ceiling and the thick, marble columns. There are rugs lacking, you notice, but it is surely so they don’t stain or anything.
You wonder what the place is like during a quiet, common day. One where the only noises come from the birds, chipping and singing while flying through the trees, and the running water that drips on the pool fountain.
Besides that, it is absolutely crowded. Nearly every single space is occupied by either a couple kissing like there’s no tomorrow or people screaming and dancing, yet everyone seems to be having a nice time. The atmosphere makes you smile, surprisingly cozy on this chaotic yet lively night. That’s how you feel, specially after the prior encounters: alive.
You have to make that feeling worth it.
-
Time goes by fast once you’re trying to have fun.
You quickly learn so, as you drink, smoke, and dance with Chaeryeong. Even with the alcohol leaving you happy, you’re still uneasy. You can’t shake the feeling that you’re being observed, no matter how many times you tell yourself that’s absolutely insane — there are people in every possible corner of the place, and no one’s paying attention to you.
However, Chaery also seems to be opposed to the logical part of your brain.
“I think you should go for it,” Your best friend tells you, after long minutes of heavily flirting with a barbie-like girl from afar.
You’re nearly sure you know that girl, actually. She’s from your hometown, most likely; her heart-shaped mouth and cherubic features are impossible to miss.
There’s nothing more like Chaery than going to a party located 2 hours away just to fuck around with the same people you’ve known since elementary school.
Your best friend turns around, filling up both of your drinks, even though yours is only halfway empty.
You frown. “Go for what?”
It’s Chaeryeong’s turn to be annoyed at you. She throws her free arm on your shoulders, gesturing to the middle of the living room area, where four good-looking girls stand with critical looks, acting like they own the place.
Which, judging by their style and the way they carry themselves, they might as well do.
Chaeryeong points in their direction with her head, never in her life subtle. “The one in the middle has not stopped staring at you ever since we’ve arrived. Ryujin, they say it’s her name.” Your friend’s excited tone grabs your attention, and you finally take a look at the small group she’s so enamored by. “I think you should go get her.”
Your friend has always had a good taste in women, and this time’s no different. They are beautiful, crushingly so, all hanging out by the long couch, circled by many people who seem to fight for an ounce of their attention. They stay disinterested, though, not paying them as much as a quick look.
One has sharp eyes, listening attentively to what a jumpy redhead and a blonde girl have to say as she sips on her Marguerita. At last, you observe the raven-haired girl Chaeryeong mentioned: she stands powerful in the middle, her sharp features giving her an intimidating look. To your surprise, she’s already staring— her dark eyes examining you with such hunger your heart starts beating rapidly as if there were no one else in the room. Electric shocks fly through your body upon her piercing gaze, and you look away immediately.
“She’s creepy.” You take a long gulp of your drink, in hopes of washing away the urge of sneaking her a glance once again.
Chaeryeong rolls her eyes, nudging you. “Just how you like them.” She scoffs, then, when she realizes you won’t answer — not in the mood to indulge her little monologues. “Please, Y/n, for once in your life just—“
You interrupt your friend, taking a step back and giving her a fake smile. “I need to use the bathroom, but I’ll catch up with you soon, Chaery.” Getting away from her as fast as you can in such a crowded space, you’re still able to hear her voice as you ascend the grand staircase, screaming while raising her cup in your direction to prove her point.
“YOU CAN’T ESCAPE ME, Y/N! IF YOU TAKE TOO LONG, I’LL COME AND GET YOU.” You can’t help but laugh, fully knowing she means it.
Even though you escape her lecture — hearing that same discourse at least once a day ever since you can remember, you know Chaeryeong means well. It’s a matter of fact: you’ve always been the responsible one, caring and supervising others, to the point people always referred to you as “lame” or “boring”. Whether it was at the Diner, with your reckless family, or dealing with your friend’s spontaneousness, you’re unable to help it: being careful comes naturally to you, always thinking about countless opportunities for every situation possible.
Before opening many doors — the place was indeed massive, leaving you to wonder how many rooms there are — you finally find a bathroom. Without rushing, you take a deep breath, washing your face in hopes of easing your mind, too.
For the first time in many hours, you have time to truly think about the events of the day. Weariness infiltrates your bones as you grip both sides of the sink, not daring to look at yourself in the mirror. Looking at your face, your features, means staring at your sister, too. At your father, the whole dirty business you do for a living and how you’re also to blame, no matter how much you avoid taking part in it. You belong in this world, there’s no denying it.
Only you so wish you weren’t.
Sitting on the toilet, you hug your knees, waiting for the tears to come. They never do; you only feel an emptiness inside your tainted soul. Somehow, you’ve already gotten used to this entire mess. Crying and pitying yourself won’t change anything.
The door opens, and Ryujin is standing in front of you before you can make yourself look presentable. She’s as intimidating as she was from afar, her thick boots making her look taller.
“Sorry for taking so long, I needed a moment. I’ll go now.” You get up quickly, trying to brush past her as you murmur excuses for keeping the bathroom all to yourself, even though she doesn’t seem to mind.
With a hand brushing your waist, she says, tone low and husked. “It’s ok. I can take you to somewhere quieter if you’d like.” Her posture is relaxed and patient, waiting for you to answer. “Listening to loud music for too long can be a bother.”
You don’t exactly know why you agree; perhaps it’s her voice, soothing and sensual — even though you somehow know her invite is not one seeking sex, or her dark eyes, staring at you like she could undress your soul and be aware of your deepest secrets. Regardless of the motives, you feel drawn to her, almost as if she’d cast a spell on you, luring you in. So you nod, allowing yourself to enter the labyrinth of corridors as Ryujin walks by your side, without rushing. Only when the two of you stop by a black, wooden door, she turns back to you. You step inside, as the world behind you suddenly turns quiet.
You’re fully aware of the risks you’re taking. She’s a stranger, and you know nothing about each other. You should be jumpy, wary in the least.
Instead, for the first time in many years, there’s not a train of thoughts running through your head, thinking about millions of possibilities and outcomes of every little thing you’ve ever witnessed.
As you walk into the middle of the spacious room, you feel nothing but calm.
-
Ryujin has good taste.
You’re not stupid: you know the bedroom you’re currently in belongs to her. The walls are made of wood, carved in light brown, and most of the furniture is black, a true portrait of how she presents herself — all dark and mysterious. Her bed stands appealing in the middle, the covers undone and inviting, while numerous papers rest neatly on her desk, but it’s the content on the wall that catches your attention. A map of the country, covered with red strings and pins linking numerous places. There are names written, too, as well as keywords and small texts.
“I’m a good listener. If you’d like to, naturally.” She takes a blunt out of her pocket, gesturing to you. “Do you mind?”
“Not at all.” You give her a small smile in acknowledgment. “It’s your room, anyway.”
She laughs. “Smart girl.”
“I’ll pass on your invitation to listen, though.” You continue as you stare at her closely, curious about how she’d react. Her blazer made her shirt ride up, revealing part of her toned abdomen, and you can’t help but ogle, mouth dry at the sight.
God, she’s so hot, sitting casually like that.
“As you wish. No problem.” Ryujin doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest, which provides you with enough confidence to start looking around again.
A black wooden bookshelf catches your attention, standing on the opposite side of the windows and the balcony, and you’re appalled by how vast it is. It nearly occupies the entire wall, with numerous books. It’s the only part of the room that has any color besides black, brown, or white, and the books all seem pretty worn out. You brush your fingers through the shelves, lost in paradise.
“Do you expect us to fuck?” You don’t turn to face her as you ask, without shame. Strangely, you feel like you could tell her whatever you wanted to.
She shrugs, adjusting her pillows so she’d lie comfortably, looking rather small in the massive bed. The words leave her mouth so casually like nothing was ever complicated. “If you'd like to, maybe.” Her eyes travel to your body, and you shiver, once again feeling exposed. “You’re pretty. You have a beautiful body, too. So, sure.”
“Why did you bring me here, then? If not to fuck.” You murmur, eyeing her as your fingers brush a specific book, waiting for her permission.
You take it from its place once she nods, freeing the smoke from her lungs. The Waves, highlighted and annotated.
“You looked as if you had many thoughts going on in your head.” She runs her hand through her shiny, pitch-black hair, casually. “This is my quiet place. I figured you could use a little peace for a while, too.”
She was so right. From the time you entered her room, you felt nothing but peace, as if your emotional turmoil had cooled down for a few moments.
Maybe it was the calming energy Ryujin emanates or the way she looks at you so curiously. Anyway, you decide she’s worth it.
You were not exactly fond of meeting new people, much less welcoming them into your life. You didn’t feel the need to add anyone — you could barely keep up with the amount of drama you had, with not that many people. You have a best friend, a father, a stepmother, grandparents, a sister, and her friends who were your acquaintances. Not a massive crowd, but just enough for you.
However, you feel the need to let this girl in, too.
Jumping on the bed, you don’t stop until you’re near enough to feel the warmth of the blunt Ryujin holds. You lean on your elbows, facing down whilst she’s facing up, hands behind her head to support herself as she stares at the ceiling.
“I’m Y/n, nice to meet you.” You say, determined not to feel threatened by her piercing gaze and those midnight eyes that carry such mystery.
Ryujin laughs, shaking the hand you offer. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/n. I’m Ryujin.”
She stares back, her eyes undressing you as if she’s the keeper of all your secrets. You look away. She laughs again.
Your mind wanders to Chaeryeong’s words, always eager to talk about how you should take more risks and live freely. Perhaps she’s right; you should stop worrying too much and overthinking every single thing.
You snuggle yourself even closer to Ryujin, still deciding. “But are you good?”
She frowns, turning to you. “Probably. But good at what, exactly?”
“In bed, obviously.” You roll your eyes. “Are you a good fuck?”
Being so close to her allows you to see the switch your words provoke. Her eyes darken, and she fixes her posture, no longer carefree and unbothered. No… the girl whose eyes roam over your body is far from inviting or calming. She’s powerful, just as you watched her present herself downstairs, earlier at night. With strong hands, she grabs one of your thighs, bringing you so close you’re able to play with the collar of her silk shirt.
“Why do you ask, Y/n?” Ryunjin’s hands brush your neck in a careful motion, tucking your hair away so she’s able to run her nose through your skin. One look at her, and you know she enjoys toying with you like that too much.
As she must do with anyone, you suppose.
“Well…” You look down, although still leaning at her touch. “‘Cause I want you to fuck me, of course. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be asking.”
She doesn’t mind your impatient tone but doesn’t touch you either, even after your words. If anything, she just keeps staring at your body, as if imagining all the things she’d do.
“And how would I do that, exactly?” You roll your eyes, ready to give her a defiant answer when she grabs you by the chin, ever so gently. “Make sure to be clear with your words, my angel.”
And it’s that tone once again — so low-pitched and raspy, that makes you gulp, barely breathing under the enchanting, mysterious girl’s touches. Besides being in control at all times: when you’ve decided to accompany Ryujin to her bedroom, when initiating this battle of desire… you finally come to realize how different it is, this once. This time, Ryujin’s question presents itself as a warning, its meaning loud and clear even though it was unsaid. If you agreed to this, she would be the one in control. She’d take as much as she pleased, however, you wished her to do.
Something that is so appealing to you. Not because you feel the need to let go; no, you’ve done much of that throughout all of your life — being your family’s pawn, toy, and little doll to show off to other powerful families, making a profit over the image of perfection.
No, Ryujin’s offer is appealing simply because you’re curious to see what she’d do to you. You feel drawn to her, with a sudden urge to be under her touch, to have her inside of you.
You want her to do the most unspeakable, filthy things to your body, bringing you enough pleasure to fuck you dumb, until all of your worries are washed away and long gone.
Her. You want her.
So you stand on your knees, taking your time with unclasping your bra and throwing your shirt off the ground, long hair flowing gracefully as you move, cascading down your hips. It’s only once you’re done that you speak, long after letting her watch as you make a show out of the small act.
“I want you to pleasure me.” You say, with a voice just as lustrous as hers. “I’m sure you’ve been spoiled enough in sex. Prove it to me, then. And if you’re good enough, maybe I’ll satisfy you, too.”
She smiles, exposing her canine teeth as she watches you crawl to her. Within seconds, you’re between her legs, her mouth hot and wet on your clavicle — then wasting no time to go to your breasts, as she kisses and sucks on your skin. Making sure to bruise, to mark her presence. Territorial.
“Your wish is my command, angel of mine.” She murmurs, breath warm on your skin.
Ryujin’s taste is bitter, much like poison. Still, her lips are addicting, and it’s easy to lose yourself in between the sultry kisses you share. Your skin, your insides — you’re on fire, so turned on it burns.
Her hands, skilled and lithe, wander through your body, squeezing and groping as she pleases. Such a tease, she is. You can easily tell how delighted she is to be able to take her time, caressing the insides of your thighs as you huff, impatient. She’s so close, yet so far from where you need her. Your cunt aches, sticky and needy for something, anything.
Yearning for release after such a stressful day, you feel your body trembling with anticipation. Soon enough, you’re under her, both of your clothes long thrown on the ground. It’s hard not to blush with how she’s looking at your naked body, licking her lips as she spits, a long trail of saliva going from her fingers to your wet cunt.
You need more of her. Desperately.
Tugging her hair, you let out a loud whine. “You’re so mean, Ryujin.”
“I am.” Her answer comes immediately, as she lowers her body until her mouth is close to your pussy. She brushes the hair away from her face, eyes still heavily focused on your dripping cunt. Ryujin cups your ass, one of your legs resting on her shoulder as she brings your sex as close to her face as possible. Her eyes are starstruck, long-lost in your body as she parts your folds before giving your cunt a messy, wet kiss.
Her actions are more than enough to turn you into a withering mess: her mouth is everywhere, working her way inside of your walls with such vigor you feel so full, your troubled thoughts long forgotten. She works wonders, her tongue teasing your entrance and alternating between lapping on your clit, circling your hardened bud as you moan, squirming almost desperately. You’ve never been this sensible, yet Ryujin reverberates all of her actions through your body harder than usual — even the mere brush of her fingers has her holding your thighs firmly, to keep you from moving so much and closing your legs away.
Incoherent words leave your mouth so fast that you’d be ashamed if you were able to think about anything. Your long nails scratch her bare back in random patterns, leaving her skin so red you close your hands in a sudden wave of consciousness, shy as you bring them to your chest.
She stops too, ignoring your whines as she looks up to you with a serious face, her mouth swollen and glistening with your juices. “If you stop, I’ll stop.” She grabs your hands, placing them on her once again. It’s so sweet, somehow delicate how she handles you, much different from the way she acts with anyone else. “Don’t hold yourself back.”
You nod, gulping. She has two of her fingers aligned with your slit, spreading your juices through your pussy with that little smug smile of hers before easing them inside. They slide in easily, the gushing sounds filling the room along with your voice. “Ryujin… oh f-fuck!”
“Touch your nipples.” Ryujin commands, mouth closing against your clit once again. She licks and applies a weak suction, not yet enough to overstimulate you. You’re long gone, though, incapable of forming any thoughts on your pretty head, let alone following any commands. She knows it, which is the reason her hands grope your tits with strength, massaging. “You’re sensitive, angel. Touch them for me, will you?”
It seems to work, this time. You mumble a response to her patient tone, hands going straight to your nipples as you cup your breasts. They weren’t exactly big, but certainly not small either. If you squeezed them tightly — as you were currently, doing, you could fit them in your hands. Biting your lip, you flick your thumbs through the hardened buds, circling your areolas as your fingers twist and pinch your nipples.
The action sends a shock of electricity through your body, and you throw your head back in pleasure.
“Good girl, Y/n. God, your tits are so pretty. You look so pretty like this, doing so good for me.” You barely register her words, although it doesn’t seem necessary; if anything, Ryujin seems to be speaking to herself. She lifts her head, fingers thrusting in even deeper as she judges the bruises on your hips with hard eyes. Her voice is different, too, serious as she adds, “Must’ve been a tough day, hm? You’re all bruised, my love. And I haven’t given you any of these.”
“Something like that, I guess.” You murmur, closing your eyes to focus on how good she is making you feel.
She kisses each one of your bruises with delicacy, looking somehow annoyed. Her brows are furrowed, and her lips are pouty, making it easy to tell she’s lost in thought. Because of her reaction, you lift her chin, cocking your head to the sides as you try to figure her out. It seems to wake her up from her trance, instead. Ryujin takes your fingers and sucks, staring at you while her tongue wets your index and thumb just as she was doing to your pussy, moments prior.
This girl’s going to be the death of you.
Her attention returns to your cunt, swollen and red, as she fastens the thrusts on your slit. It hits deep, each movement bringing you closer to the orgasm you ache for. A third finger is added, then, and you feel yourself close to the edge. Ryujin must’ve felt your muscles clenching, too, since she’s quick to give your clit one last, deep suck.
It feels like there’s no air left in the room. The pleasure that was building up in your lower abdomen explodes, with violent waves of pleasure erupting and giving you the best sensation you’ve ever felt. It’s ecstatic, as if thousands of fireworks live in every little space of your body. You feel spectacular, but more than that, you feel alive. With a high cry, you cum, Ryujin’s fingers still working their way inside, helping you ride out from your orgasm. She’s careful to not touch your clit, just staring at your fucked out face as your chest moves rapidly, trying to even your breathing.
After a few minutes, you squirm, expecting her to distance herself and stop touching your cunt.
It’s not what happens, though — in a blink, she’s all over you, working her way up your body with wet kisses until your lips meet once again in a messy kiss.
“You’re relaxed now, right?” She says, sucking on your lower lip. “And you were so perfect, angel. It’s my turn. Can you give me one more? Do you think you can do it for me?”
Suddenly, you’re all hot again, as her fingers thrust into you deeper and deeper. You’re dizzy, more than happy to drink on her and let her drive you into pleasure as she says so.
“R-ryujin…” You chant her name, clinging to the girl.
It doesn’t take you long to cum, this time. The orgasm that drags through your body is strong but slow, leaving you full in more ways than you’ll ever be able to describe.
“So good.” She says, hands tight on your waist and caressing your abdomen, with no rush at all. “You’re doing so good, Y/n.”
Your cunt feels empty without her fingers inside, pussy swollen and pleased. Even though she’s right by your side, you miss her, reaching out for her touches. She’s more than eager to comply, holding you close as she kisses the top of your head, brushing the long strands of hair away from your face.
The two of you stay like that, wrapped up in a warm bubble that has you completely in peace. Your muscles relax, and you feel the tiredness in your bones, pleading for sleep. It’s easy to get lost in Ryujin’s arms, forgetting your duties and obligations until your mind is filled with her.
Just as quickly, you’re thrown back into reality by the doorknob — it’s forced from the outside, although the door doesn’t move, thankfully locked. It’s most likely someone drunk, searching for a place to have fun with someone, but the action is enough for you to remember the reason you’ve attended such a party: an energetic girl with dark hair and the worst sense of humor you’ve ever seen, who was probably worried sick about you and cursing your entire existence.
With that in mind, you get up, grabbing your dispersed clothes on the floor and putting them on. Ryujin’s stare is attentive, following your every move. She’s still comfortable in her bed, not bothering to cover herself as she reaches out for the blunt on her nightstand.
“You can stay, if you’d like.” Her voice has a special effect on you. It makes your body relax instantly, and you breathe in. “Enjoy the quietude. There’s no need to run away.”
“I’m not running away.” You frown, somehow bothered that she thinks so. Grunting, you clarify, “I’d like to… hum, continue this. But my friend’s been waiting for long now. She must be going crazy, thinking I’ve been kidnapped or something. I have to take care of her.”
“Why so?” There it is. That smirk, the air of superiority that adds to Ryujin’s strong façade. It’s almost as if she’s mocking you, playing with her words. “Is she a child? Or just so stupid she can’t take care of herself…”
Your face reddens, and you finish tying your shoes just as quickly as you turn to her, both hands gripping her bed frame so you’re able to jerk your body forward. “Chaeryeong’s not stupid. Watch your fucking mouth.”
People could say anything they wanted about you. In fact, they already did — ever since you were little and your mother had left, people judged and made assumptions about your life. It was impossible not to be a target, with a family like yours, handling the business that you do. It did hurt, at the beginning, but you’ve eventually figured it out: people talked about everyone, and you weren’t special. They were so miserable and uninteresting that they’d criticize every single little thing, no matter how invisible you tried to be. It’s just how they were.
However, any words directed at your best friend are enough for you to get into messy fights. No one was allowed to talk shit about her. Not cheerful, bright Chaeryeong, who had the biggest, cutest smile and the purest intentions in her heart. You’d never allow it.
Seeing how serious you were, Ryujin’s smile dropped. She tapped her blunt in the ashtray, careful to not let the dust spill. “You’re right, she’s not. I apologize.” Although she doesn’t look sorry at all. It’s as if everything is a big joke to her; which, with such a lavish house, you know it most likely is.
Rich people are always assholes.
Humming, you roll your eyes as you try to fix your hair, failing terribly. It’s still as wild as ever, stubbornly fighting your fingers when you run your hands through its entire length, in attempts of detangling something. The subject’s been brushed off when she speaks again, breaking the silence without any awkwardness. “Yeji is keeping an eye on her, anyway. So you don’t need to fry your neurons and die of preoccupation.”
It’s awkward — you’re awkward, meanwhile, the girl looks completely at ease as she takes another hold of smoke into her lungs, naked in all her glory. God, she’s so hot; her muscles are defined, and she’s simply beautiful, like a fallen angel. It takes all of you to not fall down on your knees immediately, begging to eat her out and make her scream in pleasure like she’s done to you. But you’re also tired, and you really need to let your friend know you’re alive and well. There’s nothing more that you hate than being a bother, so you can’t let her alone, wondering if you’ve forgotten about her presence.
“You really are good.” You stare at your hands, letting out a faint giggle. It’s amazing how suddenly shy you are, given how you were begging just minutes prior. “A good fuck, I mean. You are.” In a blink, you’re by the door, gripping the doorknob with an unnecessary amount of strength. “I hope to return the favor, someday.”
“Someday.” She says, tone enigmatic as ever. You’ve noticed she’s annoyingly good at hiding her expressions, always with a bored look on her face. “See you, Y/n.”
You don’t say anything else as you leave the room, losing yourself in the labyrinth of corridors without looking back.
-
Turns out Chaeryeong is still at the same place she was when you left, thankfully. She jumps into your arms as soon as she sees you, sighing in relief. “I’m going to kill you! Where have you been? I looked everywhere!”
You hold her firmly by the waist, her voice a few quarters higher than usual. Chaery might not be tall, but in this drunken state, she’s heavy, nearly dragging both of you to the ground. She laughs uncontrollably, happy to have you by her side once again.
“The bathroom line was too long.” You lie, taking the drink from her hands as you take a sip. It’s strong, provoking a nauseous sensation that you ignore as you swallow it down.
The lie comes naturally, not because you feel like you have to hide what happened from your best friend, but simply because you find yourself too tired to explain. She’s going to make you repeat yourself as soon as she sobers up again, anyway.
She knows it, though. “Liar! You were doing something.” The girl narrows her eyes, a confused expression on her face as she brushes the hair away from your neck. “Where’d you get a new necklac— Y/n! You dirty whore!”
You can’t help but laugh as she examines the hickeys Ryujin left on your skin, mouth opened in a big “O” — slightly pushing her off you. Chaeryeong stumbles, hitting the wall with her shoulders as she tries to gather her balance.
“I’ll tell you about it later, okay? M’ too tired right now.” You promise, not giving her drink back once she reaches out for it.
Chaeryeong doesn’t seem to mind, jumping up and down in excitement. She grabs you by the shoulders, shaking your body with a smile that nearly covers her entire face. “My girl’s getting some game, wow! I’m so happy for you, Y/n! You have no idea. Do you know how many times I wished you got someone? I seriously thought you were going to turn into a nun or something.”
“Hey!” You protest, “I’m not a prude! The last time I had kissed someone was like, last month or something.”
Chaery stops jumping, thankfully. She pays no mind to your grumbling, twirling, and moving along with the blasting music’s rhythm. “Sure, sure. Whatever you say.”
You eye her with narrowed eyes, but she stops all of her movements before you can give her a sneaky response. Her face pales, and she gulps deeply.
“Are you okay, Chaery?” No response. Chaeryeong’s eyes are fixated on the wall behind you, the colorful lights and blasting music from the living room surely doing nothing but overwhelming her even more.
“Yeah.” She looks up, sighing. “Just felt this sudden urge to t—“ The way she covers her mouth is enough of a sign, for you. Acting quickly, you pull her to the gardens, as Chaeryeong tries her best to not jerk her body forward. It’s immediate: she throws up as soon as she finds a bush to lean on, the effects of the alcohol, adrenaline, and visual stimulation from the party getting to her organism.
“I guess you kept your drinking game high while I was busy?” You ask, trying to lighten the mood. It works, you can tell Chaery’s laughing by the way her small shoulders move. She gives you a thumbs up, too, her face still shoved in between the leaves. “Okay. Are you good to be by yourself for a few moments? I’ll get you some water, then I’ll be right back.”
“Sure.” Your friend manages to say, lying down on the grass. Her hair is all messy, and her face remains pale. “I’m fine now, though. 100%.”
“I’m still getting you the water.” You get up from where you were kneeling, too, rushing towards the kitchen entry with hurried steps.
You’re not too worried, though. This wasn’t exactly an unusual situation — sometimes Chaeryeong would drink too much, too fast… sometimes you would. It was a pain in the ass, naturally, and you’d always wake up deeply hungover the next day, but it wasn’t something to be deeply preoccupied with.
Humming to yourself, you open the fridge, in hopes of finding a bottle of fresh water. It was better than going to the bar set in the lively living room and asking for one, anyway. You barely notice a girl standing next to you, handing exactly what you’re looking for. She’s one of Ryujin’s friends, you reckon — her sunset, pin-straight hair compliments her features effortlessly, as her hypnotizing eyes stare at you attentively.
You know a judgmental look when you see one. This one’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
“For your pretty friend.” She says, waiting patiently for you to take the bottle from her hands. You do, still silent, yet your lack of enthusiasm doesn’t scare her away. She keeps babbling, not minding you at all. “I hope she feels better.”
It’s as though she knows something you don’t, and the hidden mockery in the air leaves you uneasy.
“Thanks…” You murmur, playing with the bottle in your hands. Before you brush past her to return to your friend, she adds.
“—Yeji. That’s my name.” Yeji tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, waving you goodbye with feigned innocency. “Bye, Y/n. Make sure Chaeryeong arrives home safely.”
Chaery’s had an eye on her earlier, nearly fucking her from afar while you were in your own world, lost in thoughts. They probably had some fun before you came back to your friend, that’s all.
At least, that’s what you tell yourself as you lean next to Chaeryeong again, trying to ease the knot in your stomach as you give her the plastic bottle.
“Here, don’t drink it all at once.” You say, chuckling as the girl nearly drowns herself in the water, desperate to get rid of the bitter taste in her mouth. “It’s been a long day, Chaeryeong. Let’s go home.”
She gladly takes the hand you offer, groaning as she shakes the remains of grass from her pants. “I had fun, though. Today was a fun day, Y/n. Did you have fun too?”
There’s mischief all over her face, making it impossible for you to feel down. It’s her gift, being able to lift your spirits with her lame jokes and energetic nature.
“Of course, Chaery. I always have fun when I’m with you.” You nod.
Your words please her, and she leans her head against your shoulder as you make your way to the car, side by side.
It’s late, and you’re tired. You’d handle it all in the morning.
-
Despite the weariness that penetrates thick in your bones, you’re punctual as always, doodling in your journal by the counter as the sun fights its way up against the messy fog of the morning. It’s a routine you’ve been doing ever since you were a teenager: going out, partying, and going to so many places until dawn, while still showing up to work at the Diner in the following morning.
You’d get some rest, eventually. For now, the four hours of sleep you had were enough to keep you up, somehow Besides, Saturday mornings are always some of the slowest days at the place, with hardly anyone coming for breakfast. People liked to sleep in, trying to gather all the hours they’ve lost from having to wake up early for work, you guess — which is why the place is empty, no customers to be seen.
There’s a hard slam on the corner, and you lift your eyes to follow the sound. You’re greeted by Rosé: her baby-pink hair is even messier than usual, and her leather jacket seems to be the only thing protecting her from the chilly weather. It does little to ease her, though — Your sister’s shorts expose her legs, dirty and scratched. At least her crop top is thick, the black clothing making her seem even more intimidating. And she smells of smoke, instead of her usual cologne.
“You look like shit.” You’re the first to break the silence, as your eyes return to your sketch. It’s not an easy thing to do, but you try your best to act indifferent to your sister’s piercing stare. “I’m taking you haven’t had any sleep at all.”
She’s fuming, you know that. Somehow, Rosé’s cold attitude is much worse than her red fire. Her quietness scares you, as it should. It’s never a good sign.
“Have you ever been anything other than useless, all your life?” She spits, and her words hurt, no matter how long you’ve mentally prepared yourself to have that talk, ever since you left the warehouse. “I asked you to do one thing, Y/n. One fucking thing, and you managed to fuck it all up! God, you’re such a failure.”
Your mouth is dry, all of your courage going down the drain as you stare at the woman in front of you. Suddenly, you’re a little kid again, playing your part as Rosé’s little doll so you’d receive a smile, a praise, anything from her. You’d do anything to get her to acknowledge you, having to fight for her attention like everyone else.
But not anymore.
She hits the counter again, visibly enraged. You shove your finger at her chest, fighting back before she destroys you with her words — like she’s so good at.
“And you’re a fucking liar! Fuck you, Rosé. You fucking lied to me, saying we’d meet Wendy because you knew damn well I’d say no to dealing with Jinsoul. And you know what? I was fucking right!” Saying the words out loud is enough to give you courage. When you speak again, your tone is low, sharp like she’d taught you. “We could’ve gotten seriously hurt out there, Rosé. And you were fully aware of that when you sent us into that fucking trap! You’re in no position to demand anything.”
Rosé runs her hands through her hair, and you can tell she’s exhausted, too. She’s always hidden things from you, so it’s impossible to know what’s going on in her life. Although you can’t bring yourself to care, anymore.
“We need that money, Y/n!” She shouts, exasperated. If her stare could burn, you’d be long dead. “How do you think things work, huh? Who do you think is paying for that fancy college of yours — our house, the food we eat every day? It’s me! I provide for us, with that dirty money you hate so much. So wake up! Fucking idiot. Stop being such a burden and help, for once.”
You know it’s true. Even though your father is supposedly the one in charge, Rosé is the true leader. Needless to say, you’re grateful for all of those things.
Which doesn’t make Rosé any less of an asshole.
“You’re a shit sister.” You lean on the chair, your icy tone placing a blunt contrast to her fiery screams. “And an absolutely horrible person. I despise you.”
A flash of hurt passes through Rosé’s arms, so fast you wonder if you’ve imagined it. But as fast as it happens, it’s over with. Instantly, her defenses are up again, and your sister looks down on you, rolling her eyes as she crosses her arms in the middle of her chest.
“You’re tiring me.” She huffs, her tone making it clear she is done with the conversation. Rosé leans on the counter and shoves your shoulders on a punch before storming away, slamming the entry door loudly. “I’m going out, to clean the mess you’ve made. Like always.”
Tears start to cloud your vision as you watch her hop on her car, the roaming of the engines making her feelings clear enough for anyone to understand. She’s an asshole, you know it; but it’s hard to not be upset by her lack of care towards you. You long for her approval and affection, getting anything other than that is enough to leave you deeply hurt.
It’s frustrating, to feel like that over such a shitty situation. You don’t even know if the tears you shed come from sadness or from anger, as you brush them away from your face.
A lithe figure hits the window to grab your attention, and you’re deeply surprised to see Ryujin barging in, walking towards you in confident steps. She chooses the table closest to you, resting her arms over the chairs next to hers.
“Good morning, Y/n.” She says, completely comfortable.
“Morning.” You can’t help but frown, confused. At least her presence offers enough of a distraction from your actual problems. “What are you doing here, Ryujin?”
Ryujin smiles, her eyes small and dazed, so pretty it should be a crime. The rays of weak sunlight brighten her face, making her seem almost innocent. Much different from the night prior. “I heard this place had great food, so I came to check. I woke up pretty hungry, you know.”
“Sure.” You hum, eyeing her suspiciously.
“I’ll have some waffles, pancakes, and coffee. Black, and with no sugar, please.” She says, after looking at the menu. You nod, making your way to the kitchen as quickly as possible, in hopes of escaping her intense stares.
It’s unsettling, how you’re able to feel her gaze burning holes on your back. The sensation takes you back to the night prior, a tingling sensation looking for a place in your core. You push it away, opening the double doors of the cooking area.
“Yoona unnie?” You look for the woman, watching her put her phone down to pay you attention. Smiling, you hand her a small note. “We have a customer.”
“Oh, so early! No one comes on Saturdays.” She mumbles, peeking out behind you to spot Ryujin, who stares at the road in boredom. “I’ll prepare it quickly. Meanwhile, you can go entertain her.”
You laugh at Yoona’s suggestion, shaking your head. “I’d rather wait here, with you.”
Yoona’s face turns serious, as she points at you. “No one is allowed in the kitchen while I cook. Goodbye, Y/n.” You grumble, having no choice but to go back to Ryujin while the woman pushes you out the doors.
Having coffee without any sugar is a trait reserved for psychopaths, which you think suits Ryujin well. You pour her drink in your favorite mug, before returning to her table.
“I thought you also cooked.” The raven-haired girl stands when you approach, promptly pulling the chair in front of herself.
She gestures for you to sit, and you frown, ready to argue that you are still working. The knowing look she gives you is enough to make you sit down, obedient.
“I can’t cook to save my life.” You explain, giggling to cover the shame of having to admit such a fact. “Yoona does it effortlessly, though. Her pastries are the best.”
Ryujin nods, scrunching her nose as she looks around. “And where’s your friend, may I ask?” Her smirk turns playful, pointy canines exposed at you. “Are you not taking care of her right now?”
“She’s not a child, right? She can take care of herself.” Although you play along in her game — repeating what she’d told you the day prior, you’re also quick to add. “Besides, she’s sleeping right now. Chaery always sleeps until late after a party.”
“Lucky her.” Ryujin whistles, and you agree. You wish you could sleep like your best friend, too. Not only did Chaeryeong often sleep until late at noon, but she’s also the heaviest sleeper you’ve ever met, unlike yourself. You envy her ability to sleep through literally anything possible.
Yoona calls for you to get Ryujin’s order, which you quickly do. The dishes look impeccable once you place them on the table. Yoona never misses.
It wasn’t rare to have customers who came by themselves, with the desire to have a moment of peace and enjoy their meals. With that in mind, you motion to leave, leaving Ryujin alone to do just that. She surprises you by grabbing your hand, ever so gently.
“This one’s for you, actually.” She pushes the pancake plate in your direction, hand still holding on to yours. Her fingers trace gentle circles in your palm. “Would mind joining me? I hate to eat alone.”
Leaving you without words is, apparently, one of Ryujin’s many talents. Once again, you feel drawn to her, incapable of saying no. It’s something in her eyes, you suppose; the way she stares at you, attentive, from the moment you first met each other. She acknowledges every little detail about you, and most importantly, she listens. You didn’t know someone could understand you entirely like that — it’s both thrilling and scary, to know you’re so aligned.
“I don’t really have a choice, do I?” You murmur, and she shakes her head, in a clear sign that you don’t.
The two of you eat, soon engaged in lively conversation. It’s a pleasant surprise, to know Ryujin is much more than a pretty, intimidating face: she’s smart, funny, and very attentive. You both enjoy the same books, and she’s respectful and mindful when sharing her perspective about topics you disagree on. Time flies, and you find yourself comfortable in her presence.
Getting you to talk about yourself is difficult — even Chaeryeong has to ask repeatedly to get information from you. You just can’t help it: being raised to be a discreet, private person has created the habit of bottling up your emotions, and hiding things until you couldn’t handle them anymore.
However, the words flow freely with Ryujin. You want to share about your life, your hobbies, the people you love… it’s just somewhat easy when it comes to her.
And she doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest. Far from that, Ryujin drinks from you: acknowledging every little detail about yourself, enchanted and marveled.
You barely notice how quickly you’ve eaten breakfast, not even a small bite left. Ryujin is surprised, too, to not have noticed either. You’ve distracted her and knocked down her defenses without even meaning to do so.
“Okay, so I might’ve come here with a purpose…” She says, and you shake your head. Of course, she did. “In my defense, I found this on my bedside table, a little after you left, and it looked pretty fancy to just keep to myself.”
In her hands, there’s a cross necklace, shining in bright silver. Your fingers go to your neck unconsciously, in hopes of touching the one you kept with yourself at all times — only to hold on to the air, instead. You grasp, bile bundling up in your stomach at the thought of the hours you’ve spent without your precious necklace.
As soon as you reach out for it, Ryujin holds the jewelry away from your hands.
“May I?” She unclasps the lock, gesturing to where it should be rested.
You nod, eager to have your necklace back. Holding your hair away from your face, you turn around, waiting for her. Her breath is hot on the back of your neck, and for a moment, you think she might kiss you. Instead, she takes a step back, a proud look on her face as she runs her thumb against the bruises on your collarbone. “There. All done, angel.”
“Thank you.” The words that leave your mouth are sincere, and you can’t muster how grateful you truly are. “I… Thank you, really. This is so important to me. How can I repay you?”
No matter how much you might hate Rosé at the current moment, that necklace means everything to you. It reminds you of a time when things were less complicated. When you were too young to understand what was truly going on in your life, lost in the innocence of childhood.
“Don’t worry about it.” Ryujin brushes it off, getting up quickly. She drops some money on the table, definitely much more than what she’s ordered. “We’ll see each other soon. Bye, Y/n. You look beautiful, by the way.”
Just as fast as she appeared, Ryujin’s gone. Leaving you to wonder what’s underneath all that mysterious façade, you go back to your chores, unable to brush the raven-haired girl off from your thoughts.
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Rosé’s been having one hell of a week. Weeks, or even a month.
As if dealing with her family’s business wasn’t enough, with people constantly waiting for an opportunity to betray her and plan their downfall, this new gang that’s been stealing all her clients and supplies has been pissing her off in ways she didn’t deem possible. And now, she has your stupid feelings to worry about. God, you’re so damn sensitive it drives her crazy.
“Rosie?” Lisa’s voice reminds the woman she’s in the middle of a meeting — one she called herself. “What’s going on? You’ve been distracted ever since you walked through the door.”
“Yeah. This fucking sucks, but don’t fret too much. It’s not like we’ve not dealt with situations like those before. Those bitches will get what they deserve.” Jisoo says, in an attempt to soothe Rosé’s nerves. Her tone is excited — perhaps too much.
She’s always been a little masochist.
They’re right, which only makes Rosé more frustrated. She should be planning her revenge, not pouting over a stupid fight.
“I know, it’s just—“ She sighs. “Never mind. Let’s get this over with.”
They all nod, chatting vividly, but Rosé’s phone lights up before she’s able to join the conversation. There’s a message from an unknown number, which is unusual.
The content of it is what unsettles her the most. Her mouth dries and the air runs from her lungs as she stares at the image sent — A picture of you, boobs covered by someone’s arms and bare waist filled with bruises.
The message under it says Thank you for the guns and the snack. I’ll make sure to come back for more, later.
It doesn’t have a slight indication of who sent it, but Rosé doesn’t need a confirmation. She knows exactly who did.
“Jennie!” She screams, even though the girl is not far away from herself, sitting by the long table in the dining room. “Grab the stuff immediately. We’ll do this in my house, instead.” And so she turns, barging orders as she goes.
No one’s going to use her little sister as bait and live.
This newcomer might’ve had a few strikes of beginner's luck, but Rosé’s patience had run thin. She wouldn’t tolerate any insolences anymore, no.
She’ll have Ryujin’s head.
#itzy smut#itzy x reader#itzy x yn#itzy x you#shin yuna#hwang yeji#lee chaeryeong#choi lia#shin ryujin#shin ryujin smut#shin ryujin x reader#ryujin smut#ryujin x reader#ryujin x you#park chaeyoung#park rosé#itzy ryujin#lalisa manoban#kim jisoo#kim jennie#kim mingyu#shin rami
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YOU.. YOU WHAT ME?
PAIRING itzy! yeji x femreader
— in which hwang yeji thinks that her academic rival, (name) likes the popular boy, yeji's older brother, hwang hyunjin. and even though she rivals (name) since she has the smarts of a genius. yeji can't help but feel jealous, ultimately leading to her confessing her love for the other girl in one of their well-known hall arguements...
GENRE non-idol au, academic rivals/enemies, angst? no comfort (yet)
WARNING|S swearing, arguments
A. NOTE all writings and reactions from these idols are from MY imagination, it does not reflect their actions and reactions irl!
more under the cut !
“have you heard? the school nerd (name) has a crush on hwang hyunjin!” “omg, really?! where'd you get that info!?” many rumours have already circulated around your academy after you were seen handing out a said love letter to the local popular boy, hwang hyunjin during valentines day, of course you didn't really gave that love letter to him because you liked him, rather it was because you're friend was too much of a coward to personally give it out to him, ordering you to do it for her, which you're still regretting to have accepted.
as you're heading to your next class, you can't help but feel uncomfortable with the fact that litteraly anyone you've walked passed at was staring holes at you, but oh well you much guessed that this is your life now at this stupid academy before you have the confidence on finally standing up to deny the fact that you really didn't like hyunjin, and possibly all men.“i bet hyunjin is (name)'s first crush, i mean i've never really seen her have skinship with anyone really.” “only with the hwang sibling's, especially with hyunjin, she's like basically glued to him—” *slam!* “you shouldn't gossip about untrue rumours about (l/n) with my brother.” that locker door slam silenced halls of spreading rumours about you and hyunjin, by none other then the sister of hyunjin, yeji. you're academic rival. you were a floor away from the scene but you already know that the commotion was caused by her and no one else.
passing by the stairs a familiar voice called you. “(l/n)!” the loud voice echoed troughout the halls of students who we're quickly scurrying away to not get caught with the commotion yeji and you will probably create. But having enough of practically everyone, you didn't stop to argue back at yeji — instead, ignored the call and continued walking and with heavy sounds of heels walking behind you, it was clear that yeji was following you. “so, you like my brother?” yeji said, emphasizing the brother part loudly. most part of you wanted to stop and finally stand up to deny those rumors, but you kept walking, the weight of yeji's words hanging heavy in the air. “oh, so you do, huh? well guess what he doesn't give two shit about you, (l/n)!” yeji continued, the rumors had spread like wildfire, consuming every corner of the academy, and now, even yeji seemed convinced of it's truth, but even if you did like hyunjin, why was she so pressed by it? she's just your academic rival or maybe enemy. it's none of her business to have a care about your love life, maybe she's just doing this to spite you up.
as you reached a quiet corner of the hallway, you finally turned to face her, the frustration evident in your eyes. "no! yeji, i don't like your, stupid brother! okay?!" you asserted, your voice was probably louder than hers earlier. “plus, why are you so pressed about it?!” you continued, but as you we're about to say something again, yeji quickly cut you off. “oh, my foot! sure you don't have a crush on him. and im also sure that you giving that love letter was JUST a friendly act of gesture!” she shouted back at you.
as yeji's words pierced the air, frustration and disbelief surged within you. her accusations felt like daggers, slicing through the fragile peace you had tried to maintain amidst the storm of rumors.
with each shouted word, the tension between you and Yeji escalated, the weight of misunderstanding pressing down upon you like a suffocating blanket. but beneath the anger and frustration, there lingered a flicker of hurt, a pang of betrayal at Yeji's insinuations.
“ugh! no yeji for the nth time. i. don't. have. a. crush. on. your. gosh. darn. brother! that letter wasn't from me! it was from—”
“oh, yeah right! that letter was from your friend, blah blah blah—” “gosh yeji! why can't you just see it!! that letter wasn't from me, it was from my friend, and i don't have a crush or love hyunjin! it's you!! it's you who i have a crush on! okay?!”
yeji's eyes widened in surprise, disbelief coloring her features as your words hung in the air. the silenced hallway only rang quieter, leaving only the echo of your confession between you two. "what? you.. you what me?"
#itzy#itzy ansgt#itzy yeji#itzy hwang yeji#itzy x reader#itzy x you#itzy x yn#itzy x fem reader#itzy x female reader#kpop#kpop x fem reader#kpop gg#kpop x female reader#yeji#hwang yeji#yeji x reader#yeji x you#yeji x fem reader#yeji x female reader
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Helloo, can you do a itzy x reader where reader also has anger issues like ryujin(maybe even worse) and almost starting a fight, how would the members react?(maybe you couls also include ryujin in this 😭)
Special thanks too: anon & ITZY & Dope Lovers by DPR IAN
Note: sorry this took so long to get done ive been a bit busy and I had requests backed up from awhile ago but it's here now so I hope you enjoy<3
TW: anger issues : arguments : could have a little bit of angst but leans more on fluff :
Words: 348
8-15-23
ᴄʜᴀᴇʀʏᴇᴏɴɢ
She doesn't really like fighting so once she notices your getting a bit more angry she will put an end to it and admit she was in the wrong even when she wasn't once you cool down she'll sit you down to talk about it
ʟɪᴀ
Once she notices you getting a bit more angry than what she considers the level amount and sit you down to talk she'll do what she knows calms you down rather it be petting your hair hugging you rubbing your arm/back
ʏᴜɴᴀ
Oh girl...she had an attitude she does so her attitude and your anger issues are not a good mix so when you two argue the members would have to tear you two apart and have you two talk it out once she realizes the actual issue at hand she'll put the attitude away and actually talk to you
ʏᴇᴊɪ
She sensed you were about to get angry so she dropped the argument or if y'all weren't having an argument and you getting game rage or road rage she'll take over and tell you to breath
ʀʏᴜᴊɪɴ
Ryujin is cocky that's not a secret but that means she'll rarely admit that she's wrong for her own pride on top of her anger issues and yours, you two would get in an argument and won't talk to one another for weeks till the members get tired of the attitude from her and "fix" your relationship
#x reader#yawn answers#yawnz anons#itzy lia#itzy yuna#itzy ryujin#itzy yeji#itzy#itzy x yn#itzy imagines#itzy x you#itzy x reader#itzy oneshot#itzy ot5#itzy scenarios#itzy reactions#itzy requests#anon#anon request
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╰┈➤ ❝ [𝐈𝐓𝐙𝐘 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 || 𝗢𝗧𝟱 ꒱꒱
━━ ❪ . . . the itzy members as different love tropes ♡ ❫
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YEJI ❪ 황예지 ❫ – ⋆·˚ ༘ * holiday romance
❪ ✈ ❫ ━━ it's your first big trip to a foreign country, and all alone, incidents were bound to happen. what made you think taking the train would be easy is beyond your knowledge, because you couldn't read a damn word – anywhere. luckily, someone took note of your deep confusion, and offered a helping hand. her eyes were sharp and yet, full of kindness and warmth. falling for yeji was as easy as knowing left from right. for 3 months straight you never spent a single day apart, and for some that may be overwhelming, but neither of you wanted to waste a second of your limited time together. when your time to fly back home arrived, there was worry in the air, but there was something else too that night... hope ;
❝ forgetting you is out of the question, but until the next, *kisses you deeply, cradling your face with care, and she pours all the words he tears withhold from leaving her heavy heart* ❞
LIA ❪ 최리아 ❫ – ⋆·˚ ༘ * rivals to lovers
❪ 🤝 ❫ ━━ only one person can be at the top of the academic chain at your university, and every year, it comes down between yourself, and your biggest rival, lia. you weren't bitter towards each other, in fact, your friends were convinced there's lia has a thing for you. it was unbelievable at first, until you realized that everytime you were around each other, your eyes always drifted to her... where'd they'd meet hers always gazing back. it was a drunken moment that caused you to ask her out, and you were fully expecting it to go horribly. that is, until the night ended with belly-aching laughter and, well, a kiss. more than one, actually. from then on lia never left you alone until you admitted your feelings and said yes to being hers ;
❝ i'm kicking your ass in that exam next week baby, *says with your favourite smile that reaches her eyes on her face, holding your hand tightly in hers as you walk the hallway to class * ❞
RYUJIN ❪ 신류진 ❫ – ⋆·˚ ༘ * second love
❪ 💌 ❫ ━━ your first love left you in shattered shard of the most perfect wine glass, the delicate feelings it held a lie, and you swore of romance for the next decade of your life. that was the plan, and all it took was a girl with wicked charm for it to go up into wild flames. you were stubborn and guarded for months but, ryujin never gave up. she wasn't overbearing, but always ended up being there in the moments you needed a companion the most. it was slow, but you found yourself wanting her around more, and not just on the occasional run-ins. you were terrified of opening up your heart for another again, but your smiles for ryujin couldn't be faked, and neither could the feelings you developed. she'd become your second, and she promised to be your last. she promised forever, you believed her ;
❝ your heart is safe with me, i'll cherish it forever, my love, *tucks a stray stand of your hair behind you ear, before pressing a delicate kiss to your forehead* ❞
CHAERYEONG ❪ 이채령 ❫ – ⋆·˚ ༘ * friends to lovers
❪ 💏 ❫ ━━ for years you've told each other you loved each other, and it took a singular moment in the snow to realise the depth of which those three words meant. hugs grew longer, cheek kisses drifted closer and closer towards the lips, and gazes turned from friendly to admiration. there was fear, but the excitement overpowerd it, and gave chaeryeong the confidence to warm your shivering lips with hers. it was a simple peck, and then silence, before you're pulling her in by her waist for another. no one was suprised when you broke the news to the rest of your friends, and they were all just simple relieved you two finally realised what truly lied in your hearts ;
❝ no wonder no one ever felt like home, cause it's always been you, *gazes up from your neck into your eyes, her smile the prettiest thing to have even been viewed upon* ❞
YUNA ❪ 신유나 ❫ – ⋆·˚ ༘ * opposites attract
❪ 💞 ❫ ━━ you never thought an outgoing girl like shin yuna from bio would be into someone as quiet as you. you barely interacted in the classes you had together, although she did always smile at you whenever she saw you, and it was always the sight of her two front teeth being bigger than the rest that caused you to smile right back. according to mutual friends you shared, yuna was crushing on you big time. but you never thought it was serious until she showed up at your front door with an assortment of flowers in her hands, claiming she had no idea what kind you were into. unable to resist the giddiness in her aura, you plucked one out, removed the stem, and slid the daisy into her hair. she blushed, and you pecked her pink cheek before grabbing her hand and leading her to a restaurant you knew she'd like. it wasn't to your taste, but if it meant you could see that bunny smile of hers, you'd suck it up and do it all over again ;
❝ you're pretty talented for someone who hates nail polish, *she smirks as you finish her pinky, breathing a sigh as you mutter your signature line 'anything for you, princess,'* ❞
━━━━━━━━❪ all in us ♡ ❫━━━━━━━━
#itzy#itzy ryujin#itzy yuna#itzy yeji#itzy lia#itzy chaeryeong#itzy x reader#itzy x yn#itzy x you#drabble#itzy fluff#itzy midzy#midzy#hwang yeji#choi lia#choi jisu#shin ryujin#lee chaeryeong#shin yuna
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you have a lip piercing
a/n: I have no itzy stuff so i finally did it. Also reader is a female. Mostly bcs ryujin is killing me these days-
Yeji
GIRLIE WAS SHOOK. She was actually shocked and she literally removed the piercing to see if it was real. When she realized it was real, my girl gasped but she found it sexy to say the least. I can imagine her smiling that beautiful smile while her eyes disappear, calling you beautiful and ect ect (get me a yeji 😞🤚)
Lia
It's kinda difficult to tell but I see her just smiling and constantly asking you if it's real, just to annoy you. She knows it's real but she likes playing with you. Lowkey didn't think you'd be brave enough to get a lip piercing but was quite impressed when you came home with it. She thinks you look hot to be honest. “Slay babe, slay.” 💅💅
Ryujin
BITCH WOULD BE HYPING YOU TF UP. I see her throwing you flirty winks n smiles, teasing you and asking if you have a girlfriend in a joking manner. I see her as a person who actually likes shit like this but doesn't wanna admit. The sex would be amazing I'm just saying, I'm just saying-. She'd constantly play with it and admire it. Your making out? She's probably gonna suck on it pls be fr-
Chaeryeong
Again, hard to tell but I feel that she'd definitely compliment you a shit ton. She thinks your more badass now that you got a piercing, but still thinks your a baby, esp if your younger than her. She definitely plays with it and when your asleep, she'd gently lay kisses on your lips, but cmon, were you really sleeping? No.
Yuna
She'd be so shy please 😭 She'd be like “Oh! Is it real?” she's so cute someone shoot me- I see her as a person who would trace it when she thinks your sleeping, but always denies it when you mention it. She definitely boops your lips and definitely helps choosing lip jewelry for it. If you attach it to your ear with a chain trailing towards the piercing, she's definitely hooked- (I want a yuna 😞🤚)
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run away with me
no cheating go read the prolong first for more context >:|
bride!yeji x bride!reader
warning: flufffffff
“you do too my love. you’re just like the princesses we’ve seen in movies, heck even prettier!”
“babe!!”nudging your side harshly yeji rolls her eyes as you muffle your groan and rub the side of your dress glaring playfully at your blushing bride. not wanting to make yeji upset you agree to behave for the sake of her nerves and now yours growing as your officiator continues to speak. once your bows are recited the ring boy walks up to hand you both the rings as you say your final vows. yeji with a shaky voice and hands manages to place her ring on your finger, giving her hand a firm squeeze you send her a wink before grabbing your ring as they start speaking.
“- do you take hwang yeji to be your beloved wife?” all eyes in you yeji waits holding her breath as you take a moment to soak in her beauty right at the moment before bursting out into a huge grin and sliding the ring onto her finger.
“of course i do!”
“i prounce you wife and wife, you may kiss the- and you already are.” the audience laughs and cheers as you grab yeji’s waist and pull her in for a long kiss smiling the whole time. once you finish before you can say your first words to your new wife everyone runs over to congratulate the two of you. as you both accept the kind words from everyone hannie claps her hands and points toward the doors.
“come on people it’s party time let’s head over to the reception area for cake and food!” a flood of people head out the doors as you weave through the crowd to find your wife when you hear your name being called out. you search for the source and see yeji trying to wave you over before she drives off in a car with her group of friends leaving without out. hannie walks over and sees you standing near the altar dumbfounded, putting a hand on your shoulder she sighs.
“guess you have a runaway bride, come on friend let’s get the two of you reunited shall we?” with the keys to her car she guides you over to drive together to the reception hall, rushing out of the car you ignore her calls and race inside as fast as your heels let you trying to find yeji.
many guests rush to welcome and congratulate you but with polite replies and nods your eyes search the crowd as you find her near the stage taking photos with a line of smiling guests holding their gifts. her tired smile brightens up once she sees you making your way over to her yet she’s unable to speak as guests stand between the two of you posing and handing your their gifts.
silent glances between the two of you continued until finally the dj announced that the maids of honour were ready to give their speeches. hannie and jihyo bc why not took your hands and each guided you to one end of the meal table and yeji to the other further away from you as they took turns relating stories about the two of you as the food was being served.
at some point you began to tune them out and turn to face yeji who was looking more annoyed by the lack of privacy you both so desperately wanted. eventually some clapping wakes up from your trance, you smile politely and thank the two girls for their speech when someone shouts for the couple to cut the cake together. eagerly wanting to be close to your bride you both speed walk to the cake and hold the knife together, you scoot closer and whisper to yeji.
“the moment we cut a slice i’ll pretend to get a plate but i’ll really be waiting for you by the side exit.”
“perfect.” smiling for the cameras the two of you cut the first slice as everyone cheers and starts forming get line for cake. as yeji hand the knife to a server you walk over to the side exit with yeji following close behind, behind a rather large photo booth prop the two of you glance around the room to make sure you weren’t followed before holding each other’s hands.
“finally a moment alone with my wife, ji i thought it’d never come.”
“honestly i was going to scream if i didn’t get to speak to you within the next few minutes.”chuckling at her words you cup her face and kiss the grimance away. scanning the dance floor you make eye contact with hannie who gives you a confused look, shaking your head grab yeji’s hand with a mischievous smile.
“wanna run away with me mrs.last name yeji~?”
“i thought you’d never ask!” running out the door toward the main street to catch a cab back to the hotel you could’ve sworn you heard a hysterical hannie screaming ‘runaway brides’ but you were too captivated by your wife’s musical laughter to notice.
go back and change your outfit 🎩
#hannie.txt#yeji imagines#yeji imagine#yeji itzy#yeji fluff#yeji fanfic#yeji ff#itzy yeji ff#itzy yeji fluff#yeji drabble#yeji x reader#yeji x you#yeji x yn#yeji x fem reader#yeji#itzy#itzy fanfic
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its the lsrm anon back jangmanfka but listen you reposted yeji and i have to speak my truth, that woman makes me FERAL! she screams gentlewoman who will not do the first move bc she’s just so respectful and patient, giving her sloppy head or riding her like crazy i- i need her softly saying thank you after that!
idk if u meant g!p but take it anyway i’m in a mood
cw: g!p, praise
she’s so soft & sweet like i know the praise goes crazy ??? she comes so quick and tells you that she loves you while she’s still inside, pumping you full of her cock while quite literally on the verge of tears 😵💫 feels so good and baby just isn’t used to being treated like that, but you make her feel great and you’re so wet and tight for her it makes her lose it when you clench around her GODDDD “you take me so well, baby, i love you,” while she’s balls deep ??? she moves super slowly too, she doesn’t want to hurt you even if it feels good to do so ykwim? she wants you to enjoy yourself because she’s just lucky that you like her as much as she likes you …
+ her moans are sooo pretty ,,, all throaty and almost akin to a growl?? all up in ur ear while you ride her, her tip bulging against ur stomach while she whimpers into the crook of your neck 😭
#kpop smut#girl group smut#smut#girl group x reader#fem reader#g!p#idol smut#idol x reader#itzy x yn#g!p itzy#itzy x you#itzy x fem reader#itzy x reader#itzy smut#itzy yeji#hwang yeji x fem reader#hwang yeji x reader#yeji x reader#hwang yeji#yeji itzy#girl penis#girl group#g!p yeji#idol x fem reader#kpop fanfic#kpop x reader#kpop x y/n
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Christmas shopping
Yeji x reader
Type: fluff
A/n: I'm sorry for going ghost. I've been so busy and had writers block :,). But here's a Christmas story to start the holiday season!
"Babe! Look at this one for our puppy!" Yeji pulled out a Christmas sweater with a reindeer on it. "Aw, put it in the cart, love." You smiled and pushed the cart with yeji's hand in yours. She excitedly skipped, looking around for Christmas gifts for the loved ones. "Ryu would love this!" She jumped, grabbing a blue hoodie. "And I know who would love this!" You showed her a candle of her favorite scent. She quickly nodded excitedly and put them both in the cart. "Next we need Lia." She hummed and looked around. "Ooo, this sloth plushie is cute!" She put it in the cart. "Oh, and this for Yuna!" She put the nail polish in the cart. "Last but not least, we need Chaeryeong." She looked around when you found a new t-shirt for her. Yeji approved, and you put it in the cart. You guys checked out and walked to the car.
"Baby, I'm cold." She pouted at you and tugged on your shirt. "How about we go get some hot chocolate?" You saw her face light up as she nodded quickly, shoving everything in the trunk. Once you got to the small cafe, you let her get whatever she wanted. You were smiling from ear to ear, holding her hand across the table. She rubbed her thumb against your hand softly and told you a story from practice with Itzy. Once the drinks got to you two, you both drank them slowly and talked more. You couldn't stop staring into her eyes. She looked so cute drinking her hot chocolate. "What?" She blushed when she noticed you looking. "Nothing, you're just so.. pretty." You smiled and admired your beautiful girlfriend. You couldn't ask for anything else. She was so perfect. A minute later, you started to giggle. "Yeji.. you have a chocolate mustache." You giggled and took a picture. "Hey!" She wiped it off and playfully hit you. "You're mean!" She pouted, and you placed a soft kiss on her lips. "Come on, pouty pants. Let's go home." You paid the waitress and walked to the car. On the way, you passed beautiful Christmas lights and decided to give Yeji a photoshoot. "Yeji, how about a photoshoot? The lights would make a pretty background for an even prettier girl." You smiled at her and got out your camera. She posed as you took pictures of her. She even blew a kiss at you, which made you blush. After you finished, she took cute a couple of pictures with you. Even kissing you under the mistletoe you found. It was the perfect end to your day. You loved Christmas shopping with the love of your life. You couldn't wait to do it all over again next year.
#itzy fic#itzy imagines#itzy#itzy x reader#itzy midzy#itzy fluff#itzy scenarios#itzy yeji#yeji itzy#itzy fanfic#itzy soft hours#kpop itzy#itzy kpop#itzy x yn#itzy x you#yeji imagines#hwang yeji#yeji#yeji fluff#yeji hwang#yeji x reader#yeji x you
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Masterlist: Itzy´s Manager
Description: You are Itzy's manager and are always by their side. But what happens when your responsibilities undergo a complete change, and now, especially for Yeji and Ryujin, you do everything to ensure their satisfaction? What do you do if they suddenly fall in love with you?
Warnings: Smut, Ryujin and Yeji G!P
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Ryujin´s End
Yeji´s End
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Hwang Yeji x Fem!Reader
Description: "Hwang Yeji, a old worker for the late company Playtime Co., see herself going back to that hell after almost 10 years later, all this because she received a letter asking for help, asking to be saved."
Saju: Reminding y'all that it's inspired by the first chapter of the game Poppy Playtime, it does have some spoilers of the game, sorry for any typos! I'm sleepy so i won't revise it.
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I had received a letter calling me back there again...to that damn factory. I didn't know what was happening, but even though the message had been brief, the desperation of whoever this person was visible.
So, I packed a backpack, put in a flashlight, some cloths and medications, a machete, walkie talkie, and other things. I saw a paper on the table and grabbed a pen and wrote:
"Hyunjin, if I don't return in 3 days, call the police and tell them the last place I was or maybe still am is the factory... Playtime Co.
Take care, brother, love you.
- Hwang Yeji"
I took a deep breath and left the house, getting into my truck, inputting the location into my GPS, and following the indicated path. Only one thing was on my mind: Why was I going back there?
Some time later...
"Well...here I am again," Yeji said, feeling her whole body shiver as she remembered some things that had happened in that factory. She didn't know why, but since the day of her 'termination,' she couldn't remember anything; there were very few things she recalled.
One of them was running from something, as if trying to escape from it. There were heavy footsteps; she remembered the noise they made while chasing her. Another thing she remembered was seeing a silhouette dragging her out of the factory and that same silhouette being pulled back in by a long arm.
After that, she woke up in the hospital with her brother by her side. Yeji opened her eyes, which she didn't even realize she had closed, and felt her heart freeze at the sight of something in the factory window...it looked like a silhouette, but it vanished in the blink of an eye.
"This cold must be driving me crazy, let's see what awaits me here." She grabbed her backpack, took the flashlight off the hook, and walked into the building. As she entered, she could see how abandoned the place was, but why? She wondered, walking towards the reception, she saw a green tape and didn't hesitate to grab it and play it.
"Hello! My name is Leith Pierre, and I'm the head of innovation here at Playtime Co. Toy Factory.
If you're seeing this, then you're trespassing! Yes, we loop this tape when we're closing the factory at the end of the day.
So...intruder, just to warn you, while we take pride mainly in our high-quality toys and excellent care for children, we also take pride in our security.
For example, this facility is filled with hidden motion triggers, which, when activated, will set off the factory's emergency alarms and directly contact the authorities, and that's one of the more moderate aspects of our security system, no spoilers!
So, you've received my warning: it's not too late to turn back. I just hope you're sure that whatever you're doing is worth it."
"Damn, this factory was something sinister...still is..." She said, looking around at the bloodstains in the environment and the scattered toys. Yeji jumped over the security turnstile at the entrance and walked down a corridor; she felt watched, as if something were waiting for a small mistake from her to attack. She decided to ignore this feeling and headed towards finding the person or whatever sent the letter.
Some time had passed; it was hard to tell while inside that place. She didn't know much about these parts since when she worked here, she stayed a few floors below...she never went through these rooms...not that she remembers. At the moment, Yeji had just opened one of the locked doors with her grabpack.
"What the hell is this?" Yeji exclaimed upon seeing the giant version of the Huggy Wuggy doll in all its glory in front of her. A shiver ran down her spine; its plastic eyes seemed to be watching her every move, it was something strange...dark even. Yeji shook her head, trying to forget this sensation, and walked towards the door with the blue hand panel of her grabpack, but when she touched it, a short circuit occurred.
"Damn it!" She grumbled after seeing that the door to the generator room was locked. Turning again to the doll, she looked up and saw a key in its huge hand, "How did that get there..." Her heart sank, and that feeling of being watched returned. She swallowed hard and used her grabpack to retrieve the key, not wasting much time, she unlocked the door and entered as quickly as possible.
Yeji saw that one of the generators was unplugged and had some loose cables, which must have caused this small power outage. "Yeji...Yeji..." The woman moved away from the generator, "Is someone there?!?" The redhead asked, pointing her flashlight to all corners of the room, and she saw something that made her heart skip a beat.
Bright eyes were seen in the shadows, the only thing visible was its silhouette and an almost plastic-like arm, and poof! It vanished like dust. Yeji, still somewhat disturbed by what had happened, quickly fixed the malfunctioning generator and left the room...but things only got worse...Huggy Wuggy was nowhere to be seen.
"What's going on? What happened in this factory..." Yeji questioned herself while still looking at the spot that had been occupied by the giant doll minutes ago, she felt that something was not right and that she would discover something that wouldn't please her.
Yeji doesn't know how this happened, one moment she was producing a toy to open the door since apparently, this is one of the security measures or whatever, and now she was running between the installation ducts of Playtime Co. trying to escape Huggy Wuggy's clutches. Her breathing was erratic, her chest begged for rest, but she couldn't, not now.
It was possible to hear his heavy footsteps in the ducts, his little grunts, and his breath; Yeji heard everything, turning left at one of these ducts, it was possible to see a descent, like a slide, this was used to send toy shipments, broken or not. She didn't stop and quickly slid down, falling to the ground, and before the doll could grab her, the door automatically closed, which made the woman breathe deeply and relieved.
However, this relief didn't last long; the doll was pushing the door with its strength, and it was possible to see it moving little by little. Yeji got up and began to look around for something to defend herself, and when she looked up, she saw a huge box, she had an idea and hoped it would work because if not, she would be a dead woman.
She reached out her grabpack hand and started pressing the button to pull the box down, but to her despair, it was too heavy, making the action somewhat difficult, "For God's sake, box, just fall already." She said through gritted teeth while watching the door slowly opening, but when the box started to tip over to fall, the door had been forced open, and there he was.
Seeing his prey, he wasted no time and went to attack her, but he was surprised when the box fell on top of him, causing havoc by breaking the platform where he was and taking him to the bottom of that hole...
"My God..." Yeji said after tasting death by her side; she looked to where the boneco had fallen, "Could he have survived that fall?" She wondered, still looking at the spot, but soon snapped out of it when she heard a loud static sound and some random words.
"We" "Pain"
"Blood" "Children"
"Get out" "1006" "Joy"
Screams and cries of people and children could be heard. And they were increasing in volume, which made Yeji crouch on the platform, trying to cover her ears.
"The Time Of...."
Everything fell silent...Yeji felt like she was about to lose it at any moment, there was too much happening at once, so many questions raced through her mind, but the main one was: What is this place? – This place wasn't a normal toy factory, and she was seeing that, what did they do here? What did they create?
A key fell right in front of Yeji, who sighed and picked it up, she turned around and walked along the platform, seeing a door in the hallway, and she saw the flower from the drawing on the letter...could the person who sent her the letter be there?
Without wasting time, she gathered the little energy she had left and ran towards the door, arriving there, she saw things like - "Save me," "Help," "Don't come in here," "Get out of here" – written on the walls...she put the key in the lock and opened the door, finding the view of a room totally different from the entire factory.
She looked back one last time and entered that room without knowing what awaited her. Going down the stairs, she looked at every detail; it seemed like a replica of a house... "Strange..." She murmured as she looked around every corner of that place, she soon came across an open door, and it was possible to see a red light coming from that place, even hesitating Yeji entered there.
"Poppy?..." She exclaimed upon seeing the doll in the box.
She approached, and this time without fear or hesitation, she opened the box, but regret hit her when she saw the lights flashing and the doll opening its eyes, which made Yeji take a small step back, feeling her body collide with something, it wasn't the wall, it was...a body.
She turned quickly, but didn't have much time to see the person because a red gas appeared, and Yeji suddenly felt tired, before closing her eyes, she could see the "person" removing their mask, and there they were...the bright eyes.
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Twice's 10th member getting permission to date ITZY's Yeji
A/N: Hey guys, I'm sorry for disappearing but I got my wisdom teeth out so yeah- lol. Anyway- :D I hope that my friend Thira3 that gave me this idea on Wattpad likes it! :)
The request: Hi I saw a you do a request about dating yeji I was wondering if you could do where yeji is in love with y/n and yeji ask the twice members if she could date y/n. They were hesitant because the members still saw y/n as kid especially the j-line( even though already off age) but after they saw how happy y/n is with yeji and how yeji babying y/n they agreed. Thank you ❤️
PS: Tysm for everyone that reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3
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In the heart of Seoul, where the city's vibrancy and tradition melded seamlessly, lived a tale of an unexpected romance that would forever change the lives of two young women. Y/N, the 10th member of TWICE, was known for her radiant smile, infectious laughter, and an endearing innocence that had always endeared her to her unnies. But little did she know that her life was about to take a turn she never anticipated.
Among the unnies, there was one who had been holding a secret. Yeji, the charismatic leader of ITZY, was the epitome of cool confidence onstage. Yet, behind that fierce facade was a heart that beat irregularly whenever the youngest was around (Not Shy is a lie~ atm lol). Yeji's feelings had gradually evolved from friendship to something deeper, something she could no longer ignore.
One cold autumn evening, after a day filled with practice and schedules, Yeji finally decided to open her heart. She invited Y/N to her favourite spot, a tranquil rooftop garden, far removed from the hustle and bustle of the city below. Underneath the starlit sky, the soft murmur of a city at rest, Yeji took a deep breath and spoke her truth, her voice a mix of trepidation and resolve.
Yeji - Y/N, there's something I've been wanting to tell you...
TWICE's angel's eyes shone with curiosity and warmth, urging Yeji to continue.
Yeji - I... I've realized that my feelings for you go beyond friendship. I've fallen in love with you, Y/N.
The words hung in the air like constellations, each one carrying the weight of Yeji's vulnerability. the maknae was taken aback, her heart fluttering like a hummingbird's wings. She searched Yeji's eyes, seeking sincerity, and found it there, shining like a lighthouse in the darkness. Y/N felt a flood of emotions swirl within her. She cherished their friendship, the way Yeji's laughter echoed in her memories and the late-night conversations they shared. Yet, this confession introduced a new layer to their relationship, one that the younger girl hadn't considered before.
Yeji, sensing Y/N's internal struggle, hurried to speak, her voice a mix of anxiety and earnestness.
Yeji - I understand if this is surprising or if you need time. But I couldn't keep my feelings hidden any longer. I wanted you to know, Y/N!
TWICE's honey's heart was torn between the familiarity of their friendship and the exhilaration of this unexpected revelation. She looked at Yeji, feeling a gentle warmth radiating from within.
Y/N - Yeji unnie, I appreciate your honesty. I need some time to process everything if that's okay.
Yeji nodded, her smile tinged with relief.
Yeji - Of course, Y/N. Take all the time you need. I'll be here, no matter what (such a cutie).
In the days that followed, TWICE's sunshine found herself navigating uncharted emotional territory. She cherished her friendship with Yeji and was grateful for the love that had been expressed. But she couldn't ignore the gentle whispers of her heart, the possibility of something more.
As Y/N wrestled with her feelings, the word inevitably spread within the TWICE sisters. The unnies gathered, concern etching their features as they discussed Yeji's confession. Jihyo, Nayeon, Jeongyeon, Momo, Sana, Mina, Dahyun, Chaeyoung, and Tzuyu all had their opinions, each reflecting their unique bond with their baby.
The J-line, known for their protective instincts over the younger members, were the most hesitant. Momo, Sana, and Mina had seen Y/N grow up and shared moments of laughter and guidance. To them, Y/N was still the cherished younger sibling, the one they'd nurtured and looked after. Momo sighed, her gaze distant as she spoke softly.
Momo - I mean, she's still our baby Y/N, isn't she? Can we really picture her in a romantic relationship?
Sana nodded in agreement, her brows furrowed.
Sana - It's just strange to think about. Our maknae dating someone, especially Yeji.
Mina, usually the calm and composed one, added her opinion to the convo.
Mina - But if Y/N truly cares for Yeji, and if Yeji makes her happy, shouldn't we support her?
As the discussions continued, opinions shifted, and perceptions evolved. The unnies started to notice the small things: The way Y/N's eyes lit up when Yeji entered the room, the laughter that seemed to come easier when they were together and the way they looked out for each other during tough times.
One day, as the members were gathered backstage before a performance, Y/N and Yeji walked in, their hands entwined. There was an air of comfort between them, a sense of unity that spoke volumes. Momo, Sana, and Mina exchanged a knowing glance, a silent understanding passing between them. During a break, Tzuyu approached her only dongsang.
Tzuyu - Hey, bae, can I talk to you for a moment?
Y/N nodded and followed Tzuyu to a quieter corner. Tzuyu looked at her, her gaze earnest yet gentle.
Tzuyu - Love, we've been talking as unnies, and I just wanted to say that if Yeji makes you happy, we support you. You're not a kid anymore, you're an adult capable of making your own choices.
Tears welled up in the youngest's eyes as she realized the depth of her unnies' love and understanding. She hugged Tzuyu tightly, whispering a heartfelt thank you.
Over time, as they witnessed the tenderness and care that Yeji showered upon their child, as they saw the happiness that radiated from both of them when they were together, the unnies' hesitance melted away. They began to see the love between Y/N and Yeji. The turning point came during a quiet evening at the dorm. The members were sitting together, sharing stories and laughter. The couple was wrapped up in each other, their affection evident in every touch and glance. The J-line exchanged a glance once more, this time filled with warmth and approval.
Momo cleared her throat, drawing everyone's attention.
Momo - Darling, Yeji, we want to say something.
She exchanged a knowing smile with Sana and Mina before continuing.
Momo - We've had our concerns, but seeing the two of you together, we can't deny the happiness you bring each other. If Yeji makes you happy, sweetheart, then we're happy for you both.
Tears shimmered in Y/N's eyes as she looked at her unnies, feeling a flood of emotions overwhelm her. Yeji held her hand, her grip reassuring, as she smiled at the members.
Y/N - Thank you, unnies. Your approval means the world to us, to me.
From that moment, Y/N and Yeji's relationship bloomed without reservation. As autumn melted into winter and then blossomed into spring, their relationship continued to be written, a melody of two hearts that had found their harmonious rhythm with the TWICE unnies alongside them, and this made the couple have only one thought:
I am so loved by my dear unnies.
A/N: I apologise for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3
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