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sinswithpleasure · 1 month

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The After School “Student Bonding Experience”

------------------------- Pairing: NingNing x Winter Part 1 || Part 2 || <?> Also available on AO3! ------------------------- A/N: A big thank you to @majorblinks, @iznsfw, @msafterhours, @i-am-lifeform24, and @capslocked for the help in this draft, from beta-reading to being just generally an advice column. This was massively fun to write. -------------------------

Yizhuo doesn’t know when it started, but it’s been nothing but natural for both her and Minjeong to climb onto Yizhuo’s bed with Yizhuo’s laptop already logged in to Pornhub every time they have their weekly sleepover. Both girls make quick work of their clothing—Minjeong drops her shorts at the foot of the bed, and she has her thin singlet in her right hand now, throwing it on top of her shorts. Yizhuo does the same with her clothing—her pajamas are discarded at the foot of the bed as both Minjeong and her get comfortable with the many pillows on the bed. Minjeong already has a hand lazily circling her clit, soft breaths escaping her lips as she looks at the erotic thumbnails on the screen.

“What do you wanna watch?” Yizhuo asks, unsure where to look, between her laptop, and Minjeong’s body. “I’m fine with anything.”

“Oh, that looks really hot.” Yizhuo looks at where Minjeong’s pointing, and at the end of her finger, a preview of a schoolgirl in uniform grinding against a table playing on the screen. She clicks on it, and both girls start to get comfortable, leaning back on the pillows behind them. On the screen, the camera follows a schoolgirl, dressed in a typical Japanese-style high school uniform, entering an empty classroom. Eventually, exposition starts—both girls are entranced by the story unfolding in front of them: it’s quiet hours after school, and the girl wants to try something new.

It doesn’t take long for the action to begin. When the girl on the screen begins to unbutton her blouse, exposing her small chest encased in a white bra, Yizhuo hears Minjeong sigh next to her, and she turns her gaze over to her best friend, whose gaze is fixed on the screen, watching in rapt attention. Both of her hands are busy now, with her right still circling her clit, but her left now beginning to palm a petite breast. The throb of need deep in Yizhuo’s core surprises her—she admires how hot Minjeong looks next to her, and she looks away, heart pounding. It’s not even anything much—she’s just softly fondling herself—and yet Yizhuo’s already so wet just watching. She can’t believe herself. What is this—

“Hey, what’re you dreaming about?” Yizhuo jumps when Minjeong elbows her. “She’s about to masturbate! Quit that and watch it with me!”

Guilt festers in Yizhuo’s heart when she realizes she’s thinking lustfully about Minjeong again. She pushes it aside almost instantly to focus on the video, and she’s greeted with a hot sight—the girl on the screen has lost her blouse and bra, and the skirt she has on has the hem shoved into the waistband on the front, with her panties on full display to the lens, a wet spot already visible on the front. Yizhuo watches as the girl softly plants her clothed mound onto the surface of the table, right at the corner, and she begins to grind against the surface, moaning in pleasure.

A rush of slick flows from Yizhuo’s core as she admires the girl on screen. It’s there that she realizes something that makes her bite her lip in surprise and arousal—the actress on the screen vaguely resembles Minjeong, especially the body. She glances over to double check, and she softly moans when she confirms her suspicion, her core throbbing again. The girl next to her and the girl on the screen might as well be the same person, at least neck down, and Yizhuo feels a rush of wetness coat her fingers when she rubs against her sex, teasing the entrance with two fingers. In her head, it’s Minjeong on screen now, grinding her clothed pussy on the table in her uniform skirt. Once again, Yizhuo’s eyes roam next to her, and she can’t stop looking at Minjeong now, with her fingers plunging into her hole, soft moans of pleasure escaping her open mouth as she teases her nipples with her other hand. The girl on the screen is doing that as well, and Yizhuo just feels dizzy hearing the sounds of sex around her—two sets of moans from Minjeong and from the speakers of her laptop, as well as the slick sounds of Minjeong’s fingers plunging into herself.

The burning need that sears through her body prompts her to mirror Minjeong’s actions—she pushes her fingers into her hole, and she begins to match her best friend’s pace. The moan she lets out is obscene, and she can’t stop her vocalizations of pleasure when she pulls her fingers out, the friction of her digits rubbing against her walls just so delicious. On the screen, pseudo-Minjeong is furiously grinding down on the table now, unabashedly moaning as she pushes herself closer and closer to orgasm, and the real Minjeong next to Yizhuo is in a similar state. With every thrust of her fingers into herself, she’s moaning, writhing, hips bucking to fuck her own hand as she watches the porn video, and her shoulder lightly brushes Yizhuo’s every time she moves. She swears she’s going crazy—as if Minjeong’s touches weren’t enough already, she can smell Minjeong’s natural scent, and it just arouses her so much.

“Fuck, it’s not comfortable—”

Minjeong shifts herself for comfort, pressing herself right against Yizhuo’s shoulder now, instead of just the occasional contact. The direct touch only sends her into a frenzy internally—Minjeong feels so warm to the touch, and she just smells so nice, and it all goes straight down to her leaking core, her juices flowing freely from her hole. Yizhuo swears she’s staining her bed, but she doesn’t care—she’s so turned on, and she can’t stop staring at Minjeong now, the video akin to a forgotten relic at this point. The mix of emotions and sensations is overwhelming—anticipation, guilt, arousal, joy, and fear all wash over Yizhuo in waves, but she can’t stop herself, won’t stop herself from getting off to Minjeong.

“Oh, f—ngh, Ningie, shit!”

Minjeong’s moan of Yizhuo’s name sends a spike of shock and arousal straight to the Chinese girl’s heart and core. She turns her head slightly, and she meets the half-lidded eyes of her best friend, face flushed in red.

“I’m getting close, Ningie, I’m so close to cumming…” Minjeong’s hot breath mingles with Yizhuo’s soft moan, their lips just inches from the other’s. It drives Yizhuo wild—she’s so wet knowing that she could just kiss Minjeong right now, just—

“Me too.” Yizhuo’s shaky voice betrays all of her emotions—she does not sound as calm as she wants herself to sound. However, Minjeong’s too far gone to even notice.

“Ningie, let’s cum together, I wanna cum with you, I wanna cum together with you, I wanna cum together with you Ning, cum with me, cum with me!”

Yizhuo doesn’t even have time to announce her orgasm—it hits her like a truck. Flashes of white take her sight from her, her ears ringing with Minjeong’s words, begging her to ‘cum with me’. In her haze, she thinks she knocks her head against Minjeong’s—she’s not sure at all. What she’s sure of, however, is the sensations of her pleasure exploding outward—it’s hot, it’s wet, and it leaves Yizhuo feeling sticky afterward. In between the flashes of white, glimpses of Minjeong wracked with pleasure next to her as she moans unabashedly, her hips jerking as she grinds her palm down on her clit, prolonging the fleeting pleasure of her orgasm. It’s overwhelming in the best way possible: both girls are so close together, with Minjeong leaning against Yizhuo, the latter so acutely aware of how their heads and shoulders touch, of how good Minjeong smells, of how they’re moaning almost into each other’s mouths, of just how damn close they are.

She wants to melt into Minjeong.

However, that’s impossible, and the best Yizhuo can settle for is watching Minjeong pull her slick fingers out from between her legs, bringing them to her mouth. She watches with unbridled lust as her best friend parts her lips, and she takes her cum-drenched fingers between them, tongue darting out to lick her juices off of her digits, softly moaning at her own taste. Minjeong’s just as messy as she is, strings of slick clinging between the gaps of her fingers as she takes each one into her mouth. Almost unconsciously, Yizhuo’s doing the same now, mirroring Minjeong, tasting her own tangy cum coating her fingers. The fire in her lights up again, and she wishes she was the one licking Minjeong’s cum off of her fi—

“Hey, Ningie…”

Minjeong’s voice is raspy, sultry. Her hot breath brushes against Yizhuo’s ear and cheek, and the way she sounds all goes straight to Yizhuo’s core. Right after what might be the Chinese girl’s most world-shattering orgasm yet, she’s ready to go again just with Minjeong’s sexy voice whispering right into her ear.

“We should do this together.”

“Wha—What?” Yizhuo’s eyes must be bugged out in shock right now. The world almost seems to stop around her, and she thinks she’s broken—there’s no way Minjeong just said what she said.

“I… I wanna masturbate like that in school.” Minjeong whispers, motioning at the screen. “But I…” She falters, biting her lip in nervousness and uncertainty, before she gathers the courage to finish her sentence. “I want to do it only with you.”

Yizhuo combusts. Heat explodes across her body, lust burning deep in her core and washing over her skin, all because of the beautiful girl right in front of her. She doesn’t know how to put what she wants to do in any clean terms—

Ning Yizhuo wants to fuck Kim Minjeong. But she can’t.

“W-What are you saying? We… What?”

“First day of school—well, after school—me and you stay back. Let everyone leave. It’s the first day—no one stays. Then…” Minjeong trails off, biting her lips, softly sighing. Yizhuo stares at her best friend, dizzy, dazed, unsure where to look, eyes darting everywhere, until she notices Minjeong’s hand between her thighs again, fingers curling into her hole once more. Almost instinctively, Yizhuo’s masturbating as well, something that doesn’t escape Minjeong’s notice.

“T-Then what, Minjeongie?”

“Then… Then…” Minjeong gasps, biting her lips, closing her eyes tightly in pleasure. “Then we strip down to our panties, and grind on your desk. I… We can watch each other, just like… just like this, just like now.”

The filthy words drive Yizhuo insane once again. With a loud moan, she penetrates herself with her fingers, grinding on her own clit with the heel of her palm. She sees, hears Minjeong doing the same, and they shift closer to each other on the bed, fascinated by each other now, laptop long forgotten.

“I-Is that a yes?” Minjeong’s voice is small, unsure, but still so sexy.

Yizhuo’s insane.

“Yes. Let’s… let’s do it.” The Chinese girl breathes, a whine caught in her throat when she presses against her G-spot. “Let’s do it together.”

“Mmh. Together.”

With both girls still sensitive from earlier, it doesn’t take much for them to get close to a second orgasm already. Minjeong’s grinding down on her own hand again, softly moaning every time she thrusts her fingers into herself, and Yizhuo’s hungry eyes devour the erotic sight in front of her. The very same hunger burns behind Minjeong’s eyes as well—they rake over Yizhuo’s sensual curves, over the swell of her breasts and the dark brown nubs atop the flesh, taut with arousal, across her tight tummy that she loves to show off in cute crop tops, along her long legs, her meaty thighs, and right at her core now, where Yizhuo has two fingers plunging into herself, slick dripping all over her thighs and leaking onto the bed sheet, tingles spreading across her skin when Minjeong’s eyes meet hers. Their foreheads touch now, hot breaths all over each other’s lips, moaning into each other’s mouths.

“You’re so hot, Ningie…”

Minjeong’s deep, sexy voice has Yizhuo leaking more slick between the gaps of her fingers. She’s already so close, so dangerously close to her second peak, and Minjeong is driving her crazier and crazier with every word.

“I… I love watching you masturbate. It makes me so fucking wet…”

The broken moan Yizhuo releases is sinful. Before she can even finish processing the ramifications of Minjeong’s sentences, she’s already speaking again.

“A-Am I hot, Ningie? Do you… Do you love watching me touch myself too?”

“Yes, yes I do, you’re so hot, so fucking hot, Minjeongie, I—” The words tumble out of the Chinese girl’s mouth uncontrollably. The pure honesty is just what Minjeong wants to hear, and the beaming grin on her face depicts her joy amidst her arousal.

“Good, then… then keep looking at me, keep watching me.” The Korean girl takes a short pause, biting her lip as she deliberates over her next sentence, and then she spits it out anyway, her voice shaking with uncertainty. “Keep watching me until… until we… we cum together.”

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, oh, Minjeongie, f—!”

Minjeong’s words go straight down between Yizhuo’s legs, and she tries to tear away her fingers from herself. However, she’s too far gone now, with Minjeong having pushed her over the edge with that final sentence. Yizhuo never finishes her exclamation—it ends with a broken cry instead. She freezes as stars explode across her vision, and a loud scream rips through her throat as her hips buck, the tension all over her body finally snapping. With every jerk of her body, streams of Yizhuo’s juices gush out from her pussy, streaks of wetness staining her sheets as she rubs circles on her clit in an attempt to prolong the pleasure of her orgasm. Spray after spray of her cum soaks the cloth beneath her, the cathartic release she so craves finally upon her as she goes through her climax. The world around her melts away in pleasure—but in that haze, Yizhuo realizes the one thing she can’t tear herself from: Minjeong. Minjeong’s body, Minjeong’s voice, Minjeong’s words, Minjeong’s features—all of them blend together as one, the only thing Yizhuo can focus on now. The moan of Minjeong’s name that leaves Yizhuo’s lips is involuntary, uncontrolled. Yizhuo repeats it like a mantra—it’s how she tethers herself to the real world as she rides through her high.

Minjeong doesn’t last a second longer after Yizhuo. The sight of her best friend orgasming is what pushes her over the edge—Minjeong watches as Yizhuo’s hips buck, the first spray of her cum gushing from between her fingers to drench the sheets, and she sees her best friend fall to the pleasure. Immediately, she’s following suit—her scream dies in her throat, body writhing as she rolls onto her back, hips jerking with every burst of orgasmic pleasure that pulses across her body from her core. Dimly, Minjeong feels her cum drench her fingers, stream after stream of it leaking down her index and pinky fingers as she thrusts her middle and ring fingers over and over into herself to prolong her pleasure. Every brush of her clit with the heel of her palm draws more and more squirt out of her, her cum pooling between her thighs and staining the sheets beneath her as well. Both girls enjoy their orgasms next to each other, lost in the pleasure yet still so aware of the person right next to them.

Eventually, both girls do come down from their highs. Yizhuo and Minjeong lie next to each other, panting in exhaustion, minds on overdrive thinking about the other. Yizhuo swears she’s hypersensitive right now—she feels the heat rolling off Minjeong in waves, she senses every dip in the bed as Minjeong shifts, and when Minjeong’s hand brushes against her skin, hot flashes of arousal and want rush all over her again.

“Thank you, Ningie.”

Yizhuo feels the soft press of Minjeong’s lips on her cheek—

Minjeong just kissed me.

An explosion occurs in Yizhuo’s chest. Minjeong has never kissed her before. Ever. Yet now, she just does it after a mutual self-love session, as if it were nothing. What the f—?!

“Oi, Ningie, are you listening?” Somehow, Minjeong is already up and about, tugging at Yizhuo’s sheets.

“Huh—?”

“I said we gotta change the sheets! We… um, I… we made messes just now… Sorry.”

Somehow, Yizhuo finds it in her to shelve her thoughts for later. Both girls change the sheets and go for a shower, which remains chaste, as much as Yizhuo doesn’t want it to be, her ruined mind replaying instance after instance of her session with Minjeong, her body still wracked with arousal long after, even when she gets into bed.

“Goodnight, Ningie.”

“Goodnight, Minjeongie.”

Yizhuo doesn’t get any sleep that night.

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kopilot-pop · 6 months

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[Aespa x Touch-Starved! Reader]

- imagine.

Summary: You’re a just really touch starved cat in a human body, and Aespa adores you.

Warnings: poly!aespa, alcohol, cursing, overabundance of fluff, unseriousness, etc.

A/N: While writing this I had to search if touch-starved meant what I thought it meant. I found out that there’s alot of variations so I just wrote based off of my touch-starved ass. I’m experiencing a very slight writer’s block, so I wrote this as something easy. Thank you all for loving my fics <3

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Even after a year of being a team and an additional 6 months of being in a relationship, your girlfriends never noticed how much affection you really craved.

It’s not like they weren’t affectionate towards you - no, quite the opposite actually.

They love to hold your hand, kiss you, cuddle you, but they hesitated whenever you flinched

You weren’t scared or anything, just not used to that much affection; but they didn’t know that

So the four of them kind of came to think that you didn’t like physical affection at all :0

So it was basically torture to watch them slowly distance themselves (only physically, they still made sure to tell you how much they love you)

But since you were shy and scared to directly ask for their touch, you just sucked it up

But hey, the girls aren’t stupid y’know?

Jimin noticed how much you craved their affection when she decided to wake you up the morning she arrived back from a Paris fashion show.

Her hand was resting on your cheek, gently drawing circles with her thumb as she tried to wake you up for breakfast

When you started to stir she tried to get up

but you snatched her hand back

You were definitely asleep, so she was surprised how strong you were

literally WRESTLING her hand to force it back on your face

“Mmmh… is cold…”

Her nose might have bled a little

Safe to say she took a million photos of you like that and changed it to her wallpaper.

Ever since that incident (that you don’t even know happened), she started to be a bit more forward with pda.

Aeri noticed when you clinged onto her before he had to leave for Tokyo.

You guys decided to get dinner together and ended up getting drunk

While walking towards the dorm, you would act like her shadow, stuck right behind her as the two of you waddled back into the house

a very giggly Gigi

“Y/n I need to change-!”

Getting ready for bed and you’re right beside her with a prominent pout on your face

When she gave you a peck to stop it, she noticed the slight twinkle in your eyes (ur so whipped)

If the others held you alot, she’s the one that kissed you alot

So before she removes her makeup she leaves a bunch of kiss marks on your face :0

She kind of panics when you drunkingly tell her you aren’t going to wash your face until she comes back from Tokyo

Minjeong realized the moment she walked through the door and you decided to carry her everywhere (honestly she’s smol)

she smells alcohol on you, making her even more confused

you didn’t even say anything man, just yoinked her

“AH-! Y/n what-?!”

You just grab her and sit down on the couch to watch some shitty show you put on a few hours ago… while finishing 4 bottles of soju.

In a span of 5 minutes, Minjeong suddenly became your personal teddy bear

she hates the smell of alcohol, but watching you snuggle up to her with such a giddy face made her put up with it (she’s whipped)

loves the way you practically melt when she starts to play with your hair

Ning found out about your love for physical affection in the dumbest way possible

You were lounging on her bed, watching an interview she took a week ago, when she started to talk about her sleeping habits

“Oh yeah, I have this bear from IKEA that I like to hug while sleeping. It’s really soft and..”

You started to get annoyed as your girlfriend went on about it and snapped your head up to see the bear staring right at you (it wasn’t, you were just jealous of a fucking stuffed animal)

Now imagine Ningning walking into her room after a photoshoot and you’re just sucker-punching her stuffed bear.

“???Y/N?? What are you doing???”

You ramble an apology/explanation, but all she understands is that you want to be cuddled too (you didn’t say that of course. she just has a ‘Y/n translator’)

She makes fun of you alot after that, but decides to grant your unspoken wish

Just snuggling into your jacket (that you’re wearing btw) whenever it’s cold, hugging you from behind as you get your makeup fixed…

she thinks its cute how you freeze up for a few seconds before melting into her

(it’s poly so im gonna add more)

the 4 of them have a long chat about your actions

and after talking for a while, they come to the realization that you were actively seeking for their touch only when you were half asleep or drunk.

Aeri’s the one that comes to the conclusion that you are touch-starved

So that’s why every Saturday, you’re dragged to the living room to have a movie day with your girlfriends.

You’re slightly nervous when you’re put on the center of the couch.

But by the end of the film, you’re quite literally molding into the couch

Jimin is on your right, with her face leaned against your shoulder as she plays with Minjeong’s hair.

Minjeong is on the ground with her body leaning against your leg.

While Ning is on the other side of the floor, holding your hand in a tight lock.

And Aeri’s the one softly rubs circles on your arm, sitting on your left

you’re just stuck in the middle like:🧍🏻‍♀️

They think it’s adorable how much you can relax with them

One time, an interviewer was being extremely rude, making snarky remarks about you and your performance

and Karina’s immediate reaction was to hold your hand while Ning told him off with a smile on her face

and when Jimin held your hand you genuinely did not care what that man said

another time you were extremely nervous before a solo performance for the MMA and the girls could tell how tense your shoulders were

but they all watched Minjeong lightly touch your neck and your back muscles just relaxing automatically

Ningning’s confused laughter because she didn’t know human bodies could work like that

Fans love watching you melt like a puppy during lives

just clips of ‘Y/n with Aespa vs. Others’ going around the internet

and one of those clips is you napping on the couch when a staff member helps fix your hair

you lean into the touch at first but jolt awake

vs. you asleep again in the waiting room couch when Giselle fixes your hair

and this time you don’t wake up, just leaning more and more into the touch

what they don’t see in that clip is the other 3 squealing and Aeri ending up with you cuddled up inside her arms <3

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#aespa imagines #aespa x reader #aespa #aespa fanfic #karina x reader #yu jimin x reader #giselle x reader #aeri uchinaga x reader #winter x reader #kim minjeong x reader #ningning x reader #ning yizhuo x reader #fluff

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jenscx · 5 months

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LET ME IN — yu jimin x f!reader

you return to your hometown after being overseas for years. there was no possible way for you to anticipate your old high school sweetheart waiting at the airport.

TAGS — angst, little fluff, exes to lovers, happy ending, high school sweetheart, cursing

WORDCOUNT — 5.1k

the sweater that you had picked out today, feels unfamiliar on your skin. it’s the one which reads, ‘seniors of 2018’. it’s the one you had never gone near, leaving it to rot in your closet. it’s the one that holds the most painful memories for you. how could a piece of clothing cause you so much pain?

frankly, you know why. it’s the one jimin had given to you as you left for the train to the airport. “something to remember me by,” she had stated after pulling it over the top of your head.

you had huffed, playfully asking, “how could i ever forget you?”

your closet had witnessed your stares— or rather glares at the sweater. not until an hour had passed, when you finally heaved a sigh and grabbed it off the hanger that was situated at the corner of the closet. it’s just because it’s comfortable, you had reasoned before. and it didn’t matter what you wore underneath the puffer jacket, it would end up covered.

of course, these were all excuses, trying to deny the very fact that it just reminded you of jimin. and you were very welcoming towards such reminders.

reminders of what?

you shake your head, picturing a blank canvas before the melodic laughter filled your ears. jimin’s laugh.

the screeching of your luggage’s wheels distract you. aeri’s standing at the door, a hand on your suitcase.

“hey girl,” she checks the watch on her wrist, “we gotta go. flight’s at 2.”

you nod, ignoring the fact that you had spent almost two whole hours thinking about the repercussions of returning back to… home? could you even call it that?

aeri seems to notice your inner turmoil, since in the taxi, she places a comforting hand over yours, sending you a small smile. while it didn’t really settle your nerves, you appreciated the effort nonetheless.

the journey to the boarding gate is like a fever dream. your airpods betraying you, randomly shuffling to a girls’ generation song. it was like a cry back to the past, when you and jimin would listen to girls’ generation songs together.

for jimin, you had complied.

you open your eyes, you can only see the back of someone’s head above the aeroplane’s seat. if you keep your eyes closed for too long, you might start to envision a blur of jimin’s perfect eyes, her nose, her lips that were always pursed in disappointment when she caught you and minjeong stealing her snacks…

the realisation that you can’t remember the face that once made you the happiest girl on the planet hits hard. it hits harder than the guilt and misery you felt when jimin, a week after you had left korea, sent a flurry of messages that went unresponded.

“i didn’t know you liked girls’ generation,” aeri comments. startled, you stare at your phone, the lock screen wallpaper being jimin’s back displaying girls’ generation’s holiday night baseball t-shirt. the girl had forced you to buy matching ones with her, you recall bitterly.

“i don’t,” you answer coolly, swiftly turning off your phone. aeri eyes you weirdly but eventually lets you off the hook and leans back into her seat.

the rest of the thirteen hours flight, you busy yourself with work— leftovers from the time before break, drafts of sketches, thesis statements and long-winded essays. while a plane was not the best environment to finish a full drawing, you could at least make some rough sketches. somehow, your pencil graphite gravitates from sturdy, concrete buildings to soft cheekbones, hooded eyes, pouty lips.

shit, you blink, taking in your subconscious sketch of a woman, familiar to your past.

almost instantly shutting your sketchbook shut, you ignore the implications of what your mind was telling you. the crew neck sweater itches at your neck. it’s almost like the words embroidered on the cotton burn into your heart, to always make you remember and recall the time before messy relationships, longing feelings and just enjoying the present time.

time. you didn’t have much of it anyway.

maybe this trip would allow you to make peace with the past. you wouldn’t flinch whenever your friends would talk about league of legends champion, ‘katarina’, or you wouldn’t immediately decline movie night with aeri in fear that one of the actresses would look eerily similar to jimin.

allowing your brain to wander past your comfort zone, you wonder what she's doing now. was she a flight stewardess? did she manage to finally get better at pubg? was her favourite colour still blue? did she still have that sparkle in her eyes when food was brought up?

the last thought makes you chuckle, reminiscing how excited jimin was whenever food was involved. when yizhuo would bring back mala snacks from china, jimin would be gone in a flash.

(so would yizhuo’s snacks, you can’t count the number of times you were forced to lie about who the perpetrator was.

maybe it was worth it when jimin would beam at you, flashing a bright smile that rivalled the shine of diamonds).

with bittersweet memories, you drift off. sleepless nights made up for, by just giving yourself permission to think about her.

you dream of crashing waves, two people on the shore, just sitting down and gazing at the scenery. the sunset’s everlasting in this timeline. like time doesn’t exist and all they did was stare at the deep ocean.

before you even get to see their faces, the announcement rings throughout the flight.

you sigh deeply, catching the attention of aeri.

“you okay? you slept so soundly, i thought you died,” the japanese girl asks worriedly. you laugh, it was the best sleep you ever got, and it was on an aeroplane.

strange how our consciousness works.

“i’m good,” this time you weren’t lying.

you stare at the glass doors, wondering if minjeong had told anyone else to come fetch you. it wasn’t a far fetched thought, maybe the girl had asked yizhuo to come as well. the chinese girl would kill minjeong if she didn’t tell her about your arrival back in korea after what? three, almost four years?

“hey, i asked my friend to pick us up and she might have brought someone else,” you warn aeri.

“oh that’s fun… why do you sound so scared?”

“because, the other girl is a little overbearing,” you scoff, “she might try to climb you, just a warning.”

aeri widens her eyes as you two drag your luggage to the gates.

she gapes, “no kidding? is she a koala or something?”

“something like that,” you shrug.

the doors open. it’s your first step (not really) into korea. the air is the same anywhere else, but the feeling isn’t.

it’s the feeling of uncertainty. the feeling of fear. aeri clasps your free hand tightly in hers, sensing your hesitance.

your gaze glides over the crowd of people waiting for their own family. aeri makes a noise of recognition and she pulls you to the side, you finally spot someone familiar.

“minjeong…!” you call out, voice going silent at the sight of a girl that is most definitely not minjeong.

it’s not yizhuo either, that’s for sure.

“did minjeong get plastic surgery or something?”

you want to run.

“because… that’s not— that’s not minjeong,” you whisper, “that’s yu jimin.”

aeri deadpans, “you say that like i know who the hell she is.”

you want to kill minjeong. and maybe jimin wants to kill aeri with how hard she’s glaring at her.

jimin only trots slowly towards you.

jimin’s eyes dart from aeri’s face back to yours, her hard, cold gaze trailing down to your sweater that has come uncovered by the puffer jacket. your eyes narrow when she raises an eyebrow at you, as if asking you, “why are you wearing that?”

you don’t answer her, because you don’t know either.

“i’m jimin, y/n’s—”

“friend,” you interrupt, quickly turning away to avoid the flash of hurt on jimin’s face.

the mentioned girl recovers quickly, putting on a fake smile, “classmate of y/n from high school.”

“i’m uchinaga aeri, y/n’s roommate, thank you for picking us up!” aeri grins widely, ignoring the deadly lasers pointing her way.

“where are you staying, if i may ask?” jimin’s sharp tone doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

“with y/n—”

you cover aeri’s mouth, knowing how jimin gets, “it’s none of your business.”

your roommate makes a noise of indignation and licks a long strip across your palm. you groan, taking it off her mouth and wiping it on her jacket.

“that’s so gross,” you mutter in english.

“your english has gotten better,” jimin notes as the three of you walk to her car.

you don’t know what to say, so you stay silent.

“where do you stay, jimin-ssi?” aeri makes small talk to cover up the awkward silence. you thank her internally.

jimin stares at you through the mirror, “with y/n.”

you bite your lip, nervous at what jimin might say next. you had never told aeri about your complicated relationship with jimin and you didn’t plan to. only because of kim minjeong meddling in, now it seems like everything has to be uncovered again.

“she’s a bad roommate, right?” surprisingly, aeri ignores jimin’s statement and instead continues to complain about you.

you’re shocked, to say the least. you thought aeri would have started blabbing and asking probing questions about your past roommate situation. or maybe she noticed your sullen look.

“i thought four years would have been enough for her to change her bad habits,” jimin says.

you know for a fact she isn’t talking about the same thing as aeri. jimin was even worse than you as a roommate; eating your secret snack stash, never cleaning up the pile of laundry she had in her room and always invading your alone time in bed.

“many things have changed,” you mumble, “i’m not the same as before.”

the car goes silent, jimin probably analysing your words while aeri pouts, confused by the strange tension you had with your so-called friend.

“if you desire something enough, you’d want it to stay the same forever.”

you retort, “change is inevitable.”

aeri says quietly in the corner, “i know the guy who said that, his name is like john, or something.”

struggling to keep your laughter silent, you splutter in aghast at aeri’s sudden general knowledge.

“you’re so strange,” you comment.

aeri laughs, “i know, but you like me for that, right?”

(“—only had a brain the size of a walnut, that’s why the stegosaurus was one of the dumbest dinosaurs!” jimin reads out loud from your bed.

you stand at your vanity, finishing up your skincare, trying not to laugh at jimin’s absurd dinosaur facts, “you’re so weird.”

“you like that about me though?”)

you sense how intimate the conversation feels for the both of you, so you stop answering aeri and instead focus on jimin. her grip on the steering wheel has tightened significantly, eyes burning with something you can’t identify.

“you’re being annoying again, go to sleep or something, it’s a long drive from here to my house—” you halt in the middle of your sentence, finally questioning the very fact of… why?

why is yu jimin here? even if minjeong asked her to, why? the jimin you knew would never do this. the jimin you knew would never give up her sleeping time just to fetch an old friend, who she maybe had something going on with, and a stranger? yizhuo had friends from china who were visiting, and even then, jimin refused to fetch them from the airport. she was the only one in your friend group with a licence so it only made sense to ask her.

you try to bury yourself in the sweater even more. it was fine for now. seeing jimin in the flesh. but maybe you were so jet lagged that you hadn’t made sense of the situation yet.

the only sensible thing to do for now, was to let yourself escape into dreamland and wait for the morning after.

you can only anticipate it would be full of awkward silence, tension-filled gazes, hesitant actions.

it’s difficult to fall asleep. you decide to blame your insomnia on the nap you had during the flight. even when you know it’s because of the deeply asleep body, separated by a thin wall.

you’re sitting upright, staring at the unveiled moon. it’s stunning, not like the sun which literally glares. the moon is calming, easing you into the next day, all while making you feel… loneliness.

how could you feel lonely even with so many people around you?

(“do you think soulmates exist?” you had asked, curious of jimin’s take on such tales.

the girl seems taken aback, but she ultimately replies, “if they do, i think you’re mine.”)

you clench the duvet in your fists tightly, mind grasping at any other thought than of yu jimin. it’s unfortunate that you seem to enjoy the pain and torture past memories bring with how often your brain wanders through them.

maybe it’s time to come clean with yourself.

you were back in your hometown. you were staying in the same apartment as you did before you left. one that you shared with yu jimin; one that you called home.

eyes starting to become watery, you wipe them off and take a seat at your desk. if you were going to stay awake the rest of the night, might as well get work done. pulling out your sketchbook, the first page to be opened is the drawing of jimin from the flight. the realisation slaps you.

how long would it take someone to get over the love of their life?

for you, maybe eternity.

the door creaks open slightly. your head turns sharply, hand instinctively covering the drawing.

“y/n…?”

“jimin,” you inhale, “why are you still awake?”

she doesn’t bother to answer you and instead chooses to sit on your bed. once you notice the pyjamas she’s wearing, you feel daggers stab into your heart. it’s one of your many matching pyjamas with her. you hadn’t touched any of them since you left korea.

“are you dating aeri?” she asks.

you know what she’s secretly trying to ask.

“no, she’s just a friend.”

“that’s what they always say,” jimin scoffs. her tone doesn’t sit right with you.

with a sudden urge to defend your friendship with aeri, you shoot back, “i recall you saying that about lee jeno too.”

your words clearly strike a chord in jimin, her eyes widen, hurtful remarks at the tip of her tongue. yet, she merely looks away. you hate how beautiful she looks in the moonlight.

“y’know, technically we’re still dating.”

“what are you talking about?” you ask, bewildered.

jimin rolls her eyes, “we never explicitly broke up, you only ghosted me. technically we’re still together.”

“stop spouting nonsense.”

the girl only pouts in annoyance. you hate how your heartstrings tug at her cute expression. right now, yu jimin had to be anything but cute.

“and i didn’t ghost you, i was busy.” the lie slips out easily, revealing how used you are to saying it. jimin, of course, doesn’t believe you. she had never.

jimin frowns.

“you always say that too.”

she stands up, walking bit by bit closer to you. your hand grips the sketchbook protectively.

placing a hand onto the back of your chair, jimin smirks, leaning in. you hate how attractive she looks.

her now blonde locks form a curtain around your faces, preventing any outsider to peek in and see what you were doing.

“i think you’re a bad friend,” jimin claims.

“what?”

you can’t take your eyes off her fluttering eyelashes, her red nose, probably from the cold, and her eyes filled with determination.

“you lied to aeri,” she whispers, “since when were we ever just friends?”

a lump forms in your throat. your heart constricts. you can barely even say a word. you’re speechless.

“we’re barely even friends, roommates, probably,” you splutter out.

“yeah?”

“yeah.” jimin eyes you with an amused expression, lips twitching with the threat of a big, wide smile. you realise your words bid you no help, only further supplying as a challenge for jimin— for you to admit that you were more than friends. no words needed to be exchanged about that fact, but you being you, after fulfilling years of ghosting, would never admit that you harboured any sort of feelings for jimin after being the main reason why your relationship fell apart.

you would argue that your absence was just a contributing factor. the real trigger came in the form of lee jeno, a man that you could say with your whole heart and soul, you hated with every bone in your body.

after you had left, with a promise to stay in contact with jimin, you realised how hard it was to maintain your relationship status. and when jimin posted countless instagram stories of jeno, you realised again that maybe it was best to break it off.

never in the duration of your ‘ghosting stage’ had you ever told jimin the real reason for your sudden coldness. madly jealous and insecure, you decided to disappear. disappear just from jimin though.

“i’ve always been curious,” jimin pulls back from your intense gaze, “why you started being so distant, cold and indifferent. tell me, will you?”

“that’s just my personality.” a direct white lie, you decide to tell.

“i was heartbroken,” she ignores you and continues her monolouge, “my girlfriend decides to ghost me, and just me. made me think i did something wrong.”

you lick your lips, suddenly feeling your throat constrict up. no longer was this just banter, the conversation was steering into uncharted territory.

“it wasn’t just you,” you desperately argue, trying to direct the conversation away, “moving to another country isn’t easy.”

“you’re pretending our whole relationship didn’t exist. maybe in your eyes it meant nothing, but for me, it was everything. don’t you know every single day i have nightmares? the craziest thing is that all the demons in my nightmares have your smile,” jimin whispers fiercely, “and yet, i stay faithful to those nightmares, even if i wake up crying for someone who didn’t even bother answering my calls. you may have only been in the states, but it felt like you were on another planet. i was the last person to know you were coming back, even though you promised me; promised that if you were to return, i would be the first person to—”

you can’t control yourself. hearing her words makes your blood boil. the pumping of your heart only accelerates further as you lift up your hand, delivering a heavy slap across her face. how dare she? how dare she act as if everything was your fault? how could she accuse your devotion and adoration for her?

“don’t act like you’re the fucking victim, karina,” you hiss, your words even more painful than the stinging red on jimin’s cheek, “the first morning after, i sent you so many texts, barely even seen. then i see your story. were you acting when you said you were sad about me leaving? or were you happy to finally say that you don’t have a girlfriend anymore?”

jimin cradles her cheek in her hand, eyes narrowing when you finally confess the real reason. you can tell she doesn’t remember anything. her not even knowing what she did that made you feel unneeded only drives the blade deeper into your heart.

“drinking at a club with lee jeno,” you say his name with venom, voice gradually getting louder and louder. remembering that aeri’s only a few walls away, you try to control your emotions. “could you not understand how i felt— you said nothing would come between us and the first week away from home, constantly ignoring me for some guy.”

(“call me when your plane lands,” jimin said, playing with the hem of her sweater on you.

“isn’t it gonna be midnight in korea when i land?”

the girl merely chuckles, “i’ll be up all night just to hear your voice.”)

the realisation strikes you like a lightning bolt.

“this was a mistake.”

“what?”

“this… me coming back. i should have just stayed in the states but fuck, i let aeri convince me,” you run your fingers through your tousled hair, stressed. jimin was going to cause you to have white hair.

the redness on jimin’s cheek is still there. you feel slightly guilty for ruining her clear complexion.

“that was just how i coped with you leaving,” jimin explains.

you purse your lips, placing your open palms on jimin’s chest. maybe she thinks you’re about to cave in since she sighs in relief. however, instead of pulling her in, you push her until her back is touching your door.

“i don’t need an explanation, or an apology,” you say firmly, “i need time alone away from you.”

“you’ve had 4 years to yourself,” jimin states bitterly.

“i’m sorry for slapping you, but please, either show me your actions matching your words, or just get out of my life for good.”

jimin sighs again, this one full of exasperation.

“go,” you mutter under your breath.

the knife drives deep into your already ruined heart as you push her away. the girl scoffs, grasping your open palms into her hands, intertwining your fingers.

“if you insist on pushing me away, i’ll get rid of any possibility of us being together again. just let me into your heart again,” she throws your hands away and slams the door. the loud bang echoes in your ears, but not as loudly as her words. it only takes a few seconds for you to collapse onto the floor, sobs wrecking your whole body.

“morning,” aeri yawns, “i heard a loud bang last night, was that you or is your apartment haunted?”

you drizzle maple syrup onto your stacked pancakes, sending a bittersweet smile to your friend. your night was spent tossing and turning, both guilt and anger consuming you. when the clock ticked at four in the morning, you finally let yourself think about how jimin made you feel. even if she went to drink right after you left, you should have communicated with her instead of ghosting her. you knew for a fact that she was heartbroken based on the numerous texts your friends had sent you.

fuck, you groan into your pillow. getting up from your bed, your eyes roam the room, eventually landing on the sketchbook at your desk. you never finished that drawing on the plane. after considering (or more likely procrastination), you sit down, pouring your hours and feelings into your drawings. countless of them filled up the sketchbook’s pages. the drawings’ subjects all looked eerily similar to jimin. her pointed nose, soft gaze were all captured in the pages. you finally come to terms with it. you were still in love with her. after all, she was your only muse. thinking about her words from before, you knew that she meant them. spending years waiting for someone who was basically a ghost couldn’t have been easy.

you were going to do something about it.

barely getting any sleep last night, you woke up earlier than usual and decided to prepare breakfast. aeri had woken up an hour after, stomach growling and eyes gleaming at the pancakes.

“by the way,” she says, mouth full of pancake, “i’m meeting up with a friend today and she’s bringing someone too. wanna go with me on a double date?”

fate must be messing with you since right as aeri says the words ��double date’, yu jimin walks in. her hair tousled, puffed cheeks and eyes narrowing. you stiffen, focusing on picking at your pancakes instead. unbeknownst to you, once jimin spots the lone plate of breakfast on the counter, her gaze softens.

“do you know who your friend’s bringing…?” you whisper softly, trying not to catch the attention of jimin.

aeri, although you love her, says in the loudest voice possible, “somi will be your date! i think she’s your type.”

the scraping of the metal fork makes you squeeze your eyes shut, mentally preparing for jimin’s outburst.

“so-mi,” jimin clicks her tongue.

aeri nods, stuffing her face with more food.

she turns to you, “and you’re going on a date with her?”

“double date with me,” aeri clarifies, “don’t worry jimin-ssi, i’ll be there to protect y/n! y’know in college i always had to pick y/n up from her bad dates. her taste in guys suck.”

“seems like her taste in girls has been downgraded,” jimin comments, smirking. you roll your eyes, wanting nothing more than for her to shut up. aeri guffaws, taking out her phone. “i’ll show you somi’s instagram account and you can decide for yourself, y/n,” she says.

you nod, deciding not to say anything in case jimin flares up. somi’s very pretty, anyone would agree. she had her own attractive style and seemed really confident. you liked that. aeri wasn’t wrong to say that somi was your type. it was just unfortunate that your heart was in the hands of another girl.

while scrolling on aeri’s phone, her alarm rings, reading, ‘brunch with yunny.’

“ah! yunjin wanted to meet earlier, just the two of us,” aeri smiles, “text me later if you wanna join!” she stands up from the table. you’re astonished by how fast she managed to finish those pancakes, her stack was evidently taller than yours. jimin glances at you, amazed as well.

“did she inhale those…?”

“i’ve got no fucking clue,” you mumble, digging into your own. jimin only chuckles and you hate how it makes your heart clench up in affection.

the silence is deafening. without aeri, the air thickens with tension between you and jimin, filled with nostalgia and regret. it feels just like last time— you and jimin eating breakfast together at that very same table, giggling about whatever trouble your friends got into the previous day.

“hey, about yesterday—”

“it’s fine,” you interrupt, “is your cheek okay?”

jimin swallows hard, “yes, it doesn’t hurt at all.”

“don’t lie, come here,” you instruct, “i’ve known you for so long, you can’t lie to me.”

she just laughs, showing you the slightly bruised side of her face. you feel guilt wreck you. no matter how angry you were, you shouldn’t have laid a hand on her.

“did you ice it?”

jimin shakes her head. you sigh, getting up and taking an ice pack out of the freezer. it’s too easy for you to return to past habits, moving around the kitchen like it was 2018 and jimin was the love of your life (she still is). wrapping the ice pack in a towel, you inch closer to jimin, holding it to her cheek. she winces slightly and you resist the urge to hold her hand in comfort.

“y/n…”

“hm?”

the girl seems so small now— her posture deflated, eyes barely meeting yours, biting her lip nervously. you have a feeling you know what she’s about to ask.

“are you going on that date with soyoung?” you laugh loudly, catching jimin off guard.

“jimin, her name’s somi.”

pouting, jimin turns away from you, making your hand falter. “hey, i need to ice your face.”

“i won’t let you unless you answer my question.” she’s so childish it’s adorable. the tension has gone, now filled with uncertainty instead.

“i don’t have anyone to spend the afternoon with. minjeong and yizhuo are busy today,” you explain.

“you have me,” she mutters.

ignoring her, you answer, “aeri seemed really excited for us to meet.”

“you spent all your time in the states with her, you should spend time with your friends here,” jimin retorts.

her hesitance to even admit she wants to spend time with you makes you want to tease her.

“oh? you’re right,” jimin perks up like a puppy. cute, you think. “i should text yujin if she wants to go out, remember her? she was our student council president.”

rolling her eyes, jimin swats at your hand nursing her bruise. it’s too easy for you to return to past habits, bantering with jimin like she was the only girl you’ve ever loved (she was).

it’s too easy. between the choice of going out with aeri to meet someone new and staying in with jimin. it’s such an easy choice to make.

you bring the ice pack away from her face, choosing to caress her cheek lovingly instead. she sighs, content, leaning into your touch.

“jimin,” you gulp, “i’m sorry for these past few years.”

her eyes gaze up at you, “it’s okay. i’ve come to terms with it. i honestly wasn’t expecting you to come back.”

“i wasn’t planning to either, but aeri wanted to.”

“good thing she convinced you, huh?” jimin smiles, “at least i know i was the reason for our break up.”

“it’s only a relationship if there are two people,” you say, “it was my fault too.”

her eyes momentarily flicker to your lips, it doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

“i know these years haven’t been easy on both of us, but if you’re willing to, i think i’m okay with giving us a second chance,” you confess, “even if you hurt me again, i still want you. i just want you. you’ve always been the only one in here.” you point at your heart.

jimin’s eyes shoot straight up, finally breaking into a wide smile, “seriously? even after what i said last night? i’m not complaining but like… you were pretty angry. i just wanted to know why you ghosted me and i agree, i deserved it. but why the sudden change?”

“i mean,” you shrug, “it was what you said that made me think about this. i didn’t want you to stop loving me, because i’ve never stopped loving you.”

“you love me?”

“i love you.”

“this is so crazy, you went from slapping me to…” she trails off, grasping your chin and bringing you into a kiss. her lips were so, so, soft. you wondered why you even let her go. once your lips met, you felt her sigh before smiling into your mouth. catching your breath, you run your fingers through her blonde hair.

“still going on that date with suki?”

“jimin, you know her name’s somi.”

“whatever, i love you too.”

#aespa #aespa x reader #karina x reader #yu jimin x reader #jimin x reader

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I'M SORRY PT. 2 — yu jimin

summary : having a hectic schedule has consequences.

pairing : karina x reader ; giselle x reader

tags : f!reader ; swearing ; read to find out (😗)

requested: ✔

word count : 3.2k

parts : 【 pt. 1 】【 pt. 2 】

it had been so long since that horrible meal with your girlfriend's idol friends, which you were certain you didn't want to go through again, and jimin was doing her best to make it up to you despite the scheduling issue between her and yours that seemed to refuse to match.

"i'm so sorry, my love. i can't make it today." jimin apologized quietly over the phone, attempting to fight back tears because she truly wanted to join you for the dinner she had arranged but couldn't because of the company.

"it's fine, baby. i understand. just calm down for me, okay?" you said softly, aware of your girlfriend's anxiety skyrocketing right now.

jimin sniffled silently, covering her face to conceal herself from those around her. "i love you, baby."

"and i love you." you replied sweetly, producing a silly kissing sound from your end to cheer her up.

jimin giggled as she hurried to wipe her tears, but she couldn't since more tears flowed due to her understanding girlfriend. "god. i really love you. i miss you, my y/n."

"i miss you, too, my rina."

there were also times when your schedule clashed with that of your normally busy partner.

"jimin, my boss is making everyone work overtime." you stressed, trying to focus on your task in front of you while talking on the phone with jimin. "i'll be late, i'm so sorry."

"breathe in and out, y/n-ah." jimin said softly, and you quickly obeyed her gentle command. "it's fine, baby. you'll be home, right?"

you huffed, looking up at your boss, who glared at you. "yes, love, i'll be there in an hour or so."

"then, my love, i'll be waiting for you with open arms."

when you and jimin finally met, she would always treat you as if it were her last day with you, while you tried to return the gesture, but jimin refused to make you do anything.

"stop that." jimin whined as she wrapped one arm around your waist from behind, the other reaching around to snatch the ladle from your grasp. "i told you to sit still and be pretty, baby!"

"but i want to help!" you argued, resting your back against her shoulder, causing jimin's arm to tighten around you to hold you closer while cooking.

jimin sighed. "no, y/n. didn't i say i'd make it up to you?"

"but—"

jimin leaned down for a quick second to press a firm kiss on your lips, and your eyes fluttered shut as your lips moved automatically against hers. jimin softly moaned as her fingers slid beneath your shirt and touched your skin.

however, because jimin didn't want to end up burning down the apartment, the kiss had to be quick, but she tried to make the most of it, knowing that she wouldn't be able to see you properly for the next couple of days due to her idol life.

"i love you." jimin mumbled softly as she giggled and kissed your red ear.

you turned around in her embrace, your red face buried in her neck. "i love you, too."

that was how the next few weeks were spent, both with and without jimin—broken apologies, quick explanations, soft reassurances, and very rare date nights, whether inside or outside the comfort of your apartment. jimin continued to spoil you and make it up to you whenever she could, but gave in after you convinced her to calm down, which you did because your heart felt like it was about to burst.

naturally, jimin was not the only person in your life. you also had yizhuo and minjeong. last but not least, your best friend, aeri.

you decided to visit the girls during their practice at the company, and minjeong gladly assisted you in getting through to surprise their stressed leader, while it was yizhuo who called you to inform you of jimin's state. jimin didn't notice you at first because she was busy talking to the choreographer, but when she did, she lit up like a christmas tree and sprinted towards you.

"baby?" jimin said softly as she wrapped her arms around your waist and buried her face in your neck.

"surprise?" you mumbled in her ear, tangling your fingers in her hair to brush through the strands as you returned the hug.

jimin chuckled tearfully. "surprise indeed."

"you'd better thank me, unnie!" yizhuo spoke up, crossing her arms.

"and me." minjeong added.

jimin rolled her eyes before pulling away from you to glare at her members, but she kept her grip on your hand. you looked around the dance studio for your best friend and paused when you saw her walk in.

"aeri!" you said, pulling away from jimin to run towards your best friend, wrapping her in an embrace.

aeri tensed up beneath your touch, but you ignored it as you clung to your best friend. jimin returned her gaze to you and her japanese companion, watching as aeri, albeit hesitantly, wrapped her arms around you.

"y/n, hey." aeri murmured as her heart thrashed wildly in her chest, which she tried hard to hide from her leader's probing gaze. regardless, aeri couldn't help but sway you to the nonexistent music while caressing your sides.

as jimin kept a wary eye on aeri, you drew away from the japanese to smile up at her, causing aeri to smile back, but it was small and weak. worried, you opened your mouth to ask her, but the choreographer cut you off by clapping her hands and indicating that it was time to resume practice.

with that, aeri separated from you, avoiding your soft look and your partner's heated gaze. your heart dropped ever so slightly, worried about your best friend. jimin caught your gaze and smiled, which you returned, but you returned your gaze to aeri when your girlfriend looked away, worriedly frowning as you took a seat on the floor.

you sat quietly in the back the entire time, watching the girls and cheering them on whenever one of them struggled a little. you tried to keep your gaze fixed on jimin, who smiled at you through the mirror. you were captivated, as always, by the way jimin danced so effortlessly, looking as stunning as ever despite the sweat.

your eyes, however, was always drawn to aeri.

but only because you were worried. you couldn't get the quick and brief interaction you had with her earlier out of your head, growing concerned as she seemed to ignore your presence. aeri didn't bother looking in the mirror to meet your gaze, nor did she turn around to look at you. despite being so close, your best friend seemed to distance herself from you even during short breaks.

"are you okay, baby?" a voice from next to you jolted you out of your trance, and turned to see jimin glancing back and forth at you and aeri, whom you had been staring at. "is there something wrong?"

you shook your head quickly as your heart rate increased due to being caught by none other than jimin herself, but you tried to convince yourself that it was her voice that caused your heart to thrash.

"no, no, nothing is wrong, love." you reassured, weakly smiling.

but you weren't sure whether you were reassuring jimin or yourself.

jimin locked her gaze on you for a brief moment. she could read you like a book, even if it didn't have anything written on it, because she had known you for a long time. she could see your hesitation and uncertainty right now, which you weren't even aware of.

but, for your sake and, unknowingly, for hers, jimin nodded, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on your lips. you paused for a beat before cupping her cheeks and kissing her back.

aeri glanced at you just in time, but she wished she hadn't. her heart fell to her stomach for the nth time, and she forced herself to look away, willing her heart to stop yearning for your heart, which was already held by someone else.

as the dance practice came to an end, you excused yourself to the restroom for a brief moment, and jimin agreed to wait for you outside. you came to a halt when you saw your best friend bending over the sink, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"aeri?" you called out to her, your heart breaking as you saw your clearly broken best friend.

stunned, aeri tried to wipe her tear-stained cheeks, but she couldn't because the tears kept falling. aeri wasn't sure whether to reassure you or push you away, her exhausted mind scrambling for an excuse. she paused when you forced her to face you, soft hands cupping her reddened cheeks—the same hands that cupped jimin's face earlier, but aeri could only think that they were now holding her cheeks.

"what's wrong?" you asked softly, unknowingly soothing aeri with your mere voice—the same voice that calls jimin loving nicknames, but aeri could only remember that it was she who fell in love with it first.

aeri shook her head, resting her brow against your shoulder to keep her face hidden from you. "nothing, y/n. i'm just stressed."

"about the dance?" you inquired, not wanting to push her but still concerned. "you were amazing, though."

"you think so?" aeri asked, feeling vulnerable and weak against you as she wrapped one arm around her waist and held onto the sink for support, knowing that even if she held onto you, her knees would buckle the longer you held her so lovingly.

"i know so." you replied, giggling softly and pressing your lips against her hair—the same lips that jimin had touched with her own, but aeri could only wish that she was the one you were kissing instead.

"thank you, y/n-ah." aeri said as she drew away.

you smiled. "of course, gi."

there was silence between the two of you, and you found yourself staring at your best friend with soft eyes because you didn't know what to say next.

but why was your heart racing so loudly right now?

you hid it on the outside, but you were panicking on the inside as you felt aeri's touch on your waist tingle your skin. it had to be because aeri had been ignoring my presence the entire time, and now that i think about it, aeri had been ignoring me since that dinner with their idol friends, you thought to yourself, brows furrowing in confusion.

meanwhile, aeri admired your worried but pretty face, her heart jumping excitedly to her throat.

she gulped nervously and opened her mouth to speak, unable to keep quiet any longer. "you look—"

but aeri couldn't finish her thought because another voice interrupted her. "y/n, my love?"

aeri looked up as you turned around, both of you watching as jimin entered with a worried expression on her face. jimin smiled at you, but paused as she cast a wary glance at aeri, who returned her timid smile.

"ah, baby. sorry!" you apologized, reaching out to take jimin's hand in yours.

"is everything all right?" jimin inquired before looking up at aeri and noticing her red eyes. jimin's leader instincts kicked in as her eyes softened. "gigi? your eyes are red."

aeri waved her hand dismissively and turned away, her heart heavy not only with jealousy for jimin, but also with guilt as a result of jimin's genuine concern. "i'm fine, unnie."

"you should get going before you're late for your date." aeri added, smiling weakly.

jimin frowned, but nodded, despite her desire for more definitive answers. you smiled reassuringly at aeri, who returned it in kind, her heart pounding loudly in her ear. aeri watched as jimin led you out of the restroom and she nearly collapsed if it weren't for her grip on the sink, her hand flying to cover her mouth as a sob wrack through her throat.

"—so gorgeous."

soon after, you and jimin became overly busy, with neither of you having much time to spend with the other.

as your phone rang for the fourth time tonight, you answered it blindly while moving around with your coworkers. despite how tired you were, you both tried to apologize and explain, and you were both understanding, but jimin couldn't deny the underlying exhaustion of another kind, which you tried to ignore, but, whether you liked it or not, this kind of setup was seriously draining you too much.

it didn't help that you were also dealing with another set of emotions.

most of the time, you'd come home to an empty apartment, but you'd grown accustomed to it, so the rare occasions when jimin was able to come home to you would surprise you as if it were a stranger in your home rather than your girlfriend.

"hello?" you mumbled, pausing when you heard the familiar but weak giggle on the other end of the line. "rina? shit."

"hello to you, too, baby." jimin said softly as she looked around the empty living room of their dorm. "are you alright there?"

you sighed, exhausted. "sorry, baby. i'm working overtime. are you home?"

"no, i'm at the dorms." jimin replied softly as she leaned back against the plush pillows of the couch, nibbling on her bottom lip as the desire to see you overcame her.

you nodded despite the fact that you knew she couldn't see you. "shouldn't you be resting, then?"

"i needed to hear your voice first." jimin mumbled softly, pouting.

you chuckled quietly. "how was your day?"

"very tiring!" jimin complained as she hugged the plush pillow, pretending to be you. "i hate my job sometimes."

"i do, too." you grumbled, sandwiching the phone between your ear and shoulder and setting the papers down on your desk. "you and the girls don't get any rest at all."

jimin let out a weak laugh. "well, tomorrow is a rest day; are you available?"

you frowned and bit your lower lip in shame. "i'm afraid i'm not baby..."

jimin sighed and nodded slowly, her sad eyes fixed on the pillow. "i hate your stupid boss."

you burst out laughing. "speaking of, i see him."

"call me when you get home?" jimin asked, her heart pounding. she didn't want to let you go, but she also didn't want you fired.

"i promise, i love you." you mumbled weakly, your heart hurting at the sound of your soft girlfriend's weak voice.

"i love you, too."

jimin sighed as the phone call ended. her mind raced with so many ideas, but it all came down to the fact that she despised both of your hectic schedules, particularly hers. jimin stared blankly at the ceiling, but her vision was distorted by the tears that refused to leave her eyes.

"you look stupid, unnie."

jimin jumped in surprise and turned around, tears streaming down her cheeks, when she heard the voice.

"ah, giselle." jimin mumbled, rushing to catch her tears and compose herself, but failing miserably. "why are you awake?"

aeri frowned worriedly before sitting next to Jimin, ready to console her because, even though she was her crush's girlfriend, jimin was and always will be her sister, leader, and friend.

"what happened?" aeri asked quietly.

"nothing is happening. i hate it." jimin replied, huffing angrily, and she went on to explain when aeri just stared at her in confusion. "y/n and i haven't been able to see each other in a few weeks because of my idol career, which is frustrating."

"y/n has her own job as well, and her boss is making everyone work overtime." jimin added.

aeri sighed sympathetically, finding it difficult to discuss jimin's romantic involvement with you, but she continued to comfort and support her leader. jimin continued to rant about the situation, oblivious to aeri's internal conflict, before finally breaking down in the arms of the japanese girl.

aeri sighed and patted jimin on the back. "i'm sure there will be time for you two to meet up soon, unnie."

jimin sobbed quietly, "i want my girlfriend."

i want your girlfriend, too, aeri thought to herself, but soon felt guilty for her audacity. not wanting to betray both sides, aeri silently wallowed in her own longing, but continued to console her sad leader.

as promised, you called jimin as soon as you got home and engaged in a sweet and soft conversation with her while getting ready for bed, exchanging declarations of love and words of reassurance, but the call ended due to jimin falling asleep. you were ranting about something you couldn't remember then your girlfriend was snoring softly, which you found so adorable that you couldn't bring yourself to wake her up or get angry with her.

so you stayed with her on the phone for a few more minutes before hanging up and going to bed.

you were unsure of what to expect the following day. sure, you were aware of the upcoming busy day due to some projects that your boss had assigned to everyone, to the point where you were unable to check your phone, which kept vibrating due to notifications from family and friends.

when you finally got a chance to check your phone in the restroom, you were astounded by the number of messages and missed calls.

"what the hell is going on?" you wondered as you scrolled through it.

here are a few notifications on your lockscreen, ranging from worried to enraged:

have you seen it?

girl, answer the phone.

y/n, where are you?

are you still working?

the fuck do they mean?

please answer!

check your phone!

16 missed calls from mom.

you didn't get to continue scrolling because you frowned at the last two notifications before scrambling to open your social media account, heart racing wildly in your chest, but the photo that greeted you made you pause, wondering whether you should be thankful or regretful.

nonetheless, what you saw caused your heart to shatter. dispatch they had taken a photo of your girlfriend with jeno, stating nonsense in their article headlines.

aespa karina and nct dream jeno rumored to be dating!

"i'd date karina," you remembered jeno saying when chenle made a joke about who yizhuo would date and was overheard by everyone.

you leaned against the sink and covered your mouth as a sob got stuck in your throat, hoping not to alert any of your coworkers. while you examined the photograph, your heart pounded painfully against your ribcage. despite the masks, you could see jeno smile down at jimin while she was laughing happily with her head thrown back—the same way she laughed whenever she was with you.

your vision blurred as tears filled your eyes, making it difficult to see your phone screen clearly, but you did notice your girlfriend's name at the top of the messaging app, 46 unread messages from jimin, before it was quickly replaced by another name, which had just come in.

i'm on my way, y/n. stay put.

you collapsed as your knees weakened and unbuckled, clutching your phone to your chest in a futile attempt to stop your heart from beating so fast while you tried to catch your breath.

not only was your heart hurting, but it was also skipping a beat.

you curled up against yourself, tears streaming down your cheeks nonstop, trying to tune out the loud ringing in your ears that your mind mistook for jeno's taunting laugh while you waited for someone, brokenly whispering her name into the air.

"aeri..."

nikko note: i'm late, but since you asked, i'll deliver. also, sorry to disappoint, but this is not a comeback. i just stopped by because why not? if you've read this, goddamn, you still remember me? huhu. i feel like my skills are rusty now due to not being able to write since i said good bye to y'all, so i'm really sorry if this is a shit quality fic. but thank you for making it till the end, you guys! part 3 will be released in 2026 (🤭). just kidding. who knows? anyway, see y'all around!

parts : 【 pt. 1 】【 pt. 2 】

#nikko works!#nikko reqs!#aespa #aespa reactions #aespa imagines #aespa x reader #yu jimin #jimin #karina #uchinaga aeri #aeri #giselle #yu jimin x reader #jimin x reader #uchinaga aeri x reader #aeri x reader #giselle x reader

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wherethefireliliesgrow · 4 months

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Burning Memories

Kim Minjeong (Winter) x Reader

GENRE: fluff, angst

TYPE: One shot

Inspired by: Love wins all-IU

This one is really angsty

The ground quivered beneath your frantic steps as you ran, but you weren’t sure if it was your body shaking in fear or the looming Oblivions that seemed to tug at the very earth beneath you. You didn’t dare to look back, choosing to focus on the determined figure with short hair leading the way.

Her clammy hands pulled you forward, her pace never faltering as she weaved through bushes and dense undergrowth. You never stopped running until you finally reached a dark slope that seemed to be leading to an abandoned parking lot of the once-vibrant shopping mall.

Coming to a halt at the slope, peering down felt like staring into an abyss of darkness ready to engulf you. You didn’t blame her for her hesitation, as she glanced between the encroaching shadows and the parking lot below.

Deciding that the latter was less threatening, she flashed you a warm reassuring smile. Its beauty played tricks on your heart, quickening and slowing down the beats at the same time. Without a second thought, she tugged you forward, descending hastily until the consuming darkness swallowed you both whole.

That was the world for you now, full of hiding and fear. No one knew the reason or how they appeared; the Oblivions suddenly materialized from the deepest parts of Earth three years ago. Initially, humans were cautious but not threatened by these large cube-like hovering objects.

They seemed harmless, floating idly through the corners of Earth, emitting soft hums that could be heard vibrating from their Plasmium shells. People even began to refer to them as Gods, as they emitted a force field that calmed anybody within proximity, inducing lovely hallucinations like a drug.

Then, suddenly, with no warning, they started moving, initially at a slow pace until they could catch on to humans. Abruptly, they became threatening, and anyone in their way dissipated into oblivion, leaving nothing but their clothes behind. Soon, these alien cubes started to gather heaps of clothing, a twisted remembrance of the people who once wore them, as if they were trophies.

The world was never the same after that. Humans were forced into hiding, trudging on in this chaotic world while mourning their lost ones. It was like an endless game of tag, where there was no way to win, only to survive for as long as the game endured.

During the first year, as you fought for life alongside your family, you lost both your hearing and voice from a hand grenade thrown at a pack of Oblivions that had cornered your family. Inhaling too much smoke also damaged your lungs.

Upon witnessing the clothes of your family strewn across the place you once called home, you almost gave up on living. Walking down the rubble-filled roads in broad daylight, you waited for any Oblivion to claim you. It was then that Minjeong, hiding close by, spotted you and your desperate actions.

She pulled you out of the reach of the Oblivions at the last second, and you've been with her ever since – your lifeline in this chaotic world. You relied on the older girl not just for survival but to find solace and a glimmer of love in the midst of the darkness that surrounded you for the following two years.

The parking lot was pitch black; you could barely see your fingers in front of you. But that never mattered as long as you had Minjeong by your side.

After walking for what seemed like hours, she finally guided you into a room and made you crouch down. She reached into the pockets of her tattered grey jacket and pulled out a box of matches. Minjeong made a mental note to herself to look for more when they were out of danger; she only had three left. She lit one up and held it up to your face.

Are you okay? You read her lips, and nodded, giving her a thumbs up and a smile.

You pointed to her, asking her the same thing, to which she just nodded and pulled your hand to cup her cheek.

You gently brushed away the dirt smudged on her handsomely beautiful face, and traced your fingers on her cute nose before reaching up to brush the bangs out of her face, revealing her different colored eyes. Her left eye was a warm brown, like honey that wrapped you in a comforting embrace of warmth whenever she looked at you. Her right eye was a cloudy grey, as if she held a thousand storms in her eye, ready to fight back for anything that stood in her way.

Her right eye was damaged before you met her, losing it in another struggle with the Oblivions as she wandered the streets alone for the first year. She was always self-conscious about it, choosing to hide it under her hair, but you loved her for whatever she looked like, flaws and all. She still looked beautiful to you.

She kissed your fingers softly as you looked at her, sending a tingling sensation through your bones that made you want nothing more than to crawl into her arms. But that was for later; right now, all you could think about was how to escape this Oblivion that had been hunting you for several weeks.

Ready to go? She mouthed to you, and you quickly nodded.

Pausing for a moment, she studied you intently, leaned over to gently press her lips against yours, and then, as if gathering her courage, she blew out the match.

Somehow, she managed to lead you to the staircase leading up to the first floor, and you slowly made your way up, with her pausing to listen for traces of the haunting hum. When you finally made it up to the lobby, you were met with the blinding light of the afternoon sun. As your eyes began to focus, you were met with heaps of clothing of different sizes and colors, piled high under the broken windows of the run-down mall.

You had stumbled into the trophy room of the Oblivion hunting you.

Trying to swallow the lump in her throat, Minjeong turned to look at you, only to find your eyes glossy as you walked forward to pick up a pair of bright blue shoes. It was small, the size of a young child, and laid haphazardly next to them were a pair of men’s jeans and a dirty maroon sundress.

Before Minjeong could comfort you, a loud hum reverberated from above, shaking the entire building. Instantly, the two of you ducked behind the scattered chairs nearby. As you raised your head, the Oblivion zoomed past the damaged ceiling outside, undoubtedly searching for the two of you. Seizing your hand, she swiftly pulled you out of harm’s way and guided you up another set of stairs.

As Minjeong occupied herself searching for supplies and matches, you explored several rooms in search of anything edible. Your wandering led you to discover a camcorder on a glass shelf, covered in dust. Grinning with glee upon finding that it still held a charge after all these years, you clicked the record button.

Slowly putting the lens to your eyes, you let out a gasp from what you saw through the camcorder. The crumbling walls transformed into glossy white, and the abandoned stores and shattered windows miraculously restored to their former glory. The once-tattered clothing on mannequins now perfectly arranged, gleaming and extravagant.

You excitedly ran from room to room until you finally saw Minjeong, flipping through an electronic store for any weapons. Seeing your hurried footsteps, she immediately raised an iron bar with her slender arms and scanned for any danger behind you. When she saw the big smile on your face, she relaxed and lowered her arms with a sigh of relief.

Letting out a giggle, you eagerly shoved the camcorder into her hands. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, but following your gesture, she put her good eye to the lens.

Her mouth fell open as she pointed the camcorder at you. She had always thought you were beautiful, from the moment she first saw you standing on the deserted road, tears streaming down your face as you raised your hands to the sky in surrender. However, through the camcorder, she witnessed a version of you she had longed to see but never had the chance. Here, void of dust and dirt, the cuts on your face healed, and a soft glow emanated from your skin. You appeared celestial, and Minjeong was certain this was what you looked like before everything happened. Oh, how much she longed to be with you in this alternative universe, with you safe and carefree, away from harm’s way.

What’s wrong? You signed to her in confusion.

The way Minjeong was looking at you so intensely had you worried. Shaking herself to wake herself from the trance, she simply grinned her handsome lopsided smile and passed the camcorder back to you.

You immediately raised the lens to your eyes and focused on the girl in front of you. The broken televisions she was standing in front of were now fully working and playing a video of Minjeong’s smile. Her already angelic face was now clear of any wounds, and most importantly, her eyes were now both a soft honey hue. You continued to look at her through the lens and reached out to brush the hair out of her eyes for a better look. She shyly smiled at the camcorder, biting her lips as you let out a gasp of awe.

Beautiful. Your lips moved to shape out the word, which caused the girl in front of you to blush a light pink.

With all of your worries forgotten as you looked through the camcorder, the two of you excitedly explored the mall, taking turns experiencing the beautiful decorations. When you wandered into a banquet hall, both of you were stunned at the glorious plates of food displayed on the tables.

Like the gentlewoman she was, Minjeong quickly pulled out a chair and gestured for you to sit. Giving her a curtsy in return, you sat down in the chair, not before kissing her. Grinning from ear to ear, she sat down across from you and put the camcorder back in front of her eyes.

Through the lens, she saw the two of you sitting in front of platters and platters of foreign delicacy, all you would’ve loved to try. A soft pang ran through her heart as she thought of the possibility of her ever bringing you to such a place to dine in the future was nearly zero, but at least she had the chance to pretend to do so with you now.

She passed a dusty fork to you and gestured for you to poke at the air in front of you and bring the fork to your lips. Through the camcorder, you were holding a pink macaron on your fork, and when you mimicked chewing, it seemed that you were tasting the sugary dessert. You looked like the princess of an exotic country, sitting elegantly in front of a feast that was only suitable for a royal. Oh, how much Minjeong wished she could take you on a date and spoil you with everything you desire.

When she brought her eyes away from the camcorder, a large humming vibration came from the device. Minjeong immediately stood up, reaching for anything that could protect you from the nightmare looming when she noticed that the environment was now the same as what she saw in the camcorder.

What’s more, several waiters were now walking past the two of you, busy serving dishes that smelled so good, while the people from other tables were chattering happily, accompanied by the clinking of glass.

Reaching over, you grabbed Minjeong’s hand in comfort.

It’s okay. Your eyes said, and you pointed to the food in front of you.

Let’s eat.

Mouth watering at the food in front of you, the two of you ate to your heart’s content. It’s been a while since you two had something to eat, let alone a warm hearty meal. Minjeong’s eyes met yours as she took another large bite of the steak in front of her, her mouth stuffed, and brown eyes more alive than you’ve ever seen her.

This is our first date. She signed to you, her eyes crinkling in laughter under the warm glow of the chandelier lights.

Before you could reply, a waiter approached, placing a large white cake on the table, quickly bowing and leaving. The cake itself was a sight to behold, adorned with porcelain white frosting and delicate rose petals. The words "Mrs. and Mrs. Kim" were written neatly in cursive, with a large white unity candle crowning the top.

I guess this is our wedding. You signed back to her, a teasing smile playing on your lips.

Minjeong turned a bright red, her confidence faltering as she looked anywhere but at you. She had dreamt of marrying you for countless nights but never thought a future together was possible with the Oblivions still on Earth. Yet here she was, presented with a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and she was determined to seize it.

Rummaging in her pockets, she pulled out one of the final two matches.

Confused, you looked at her, but she walked over to where you were sitting and knelt down on one knee.

Will you marry me? She signed to you.

Your heart pounded as you gazed at her handsome face, sincere and filled with love. She was the only good thing to emerge from this apocalypse, and there was nothing you were more certain of than spending the rest of your limited time with her.

Of course. You mouthed, tears threatening to spill as you saw her face light up with indescribable happiness.

She brought your hands to her lips and gave them a sweet kiss before standing up. Lighting the match, she placed it in your hands, wrapping your hand with her larger one, guiding you to light the unity candle on the cake.

As soon as you lit the candle, another humming sound vibrated through the match, and the two of you were now dressed in completely different clothing. Minjeong was dressed in a dashing suit, her curls framing her face perfectly, while you were adorned in a white-laced wedding dress. She was your handsome groom, and you were her ethereal bride, and you were sure you would be together, in this life or the next. The warmth of the moment, the love that transcended the dark reality around you, painted a vivid picture of a future you might never have in the tangible world.

Staring at you in awe, Minjeong gently wrapped her arms around your waist, as if afraid you would break. Her eyes fluttered closed, long eyelashes as beautiful as a butterfly, and she pressed her full lips to yours. You wrapped your arms around her neck, molding your body as close to her as possible.

If this was what heaven felt like, she would die happily in your warm embrace, inhaling the soft vanilla scent unmistakably yours. Maybe in another life, she would have the chance to truly marry you, but for now, this was enough.

The tables around you and the waiters erupted in hoots and applause at the kiss, and confetti fell from the ceiling, celebrating this sincere gesture of love. A couple of waiters pulled the two of you on stage, passing each of you a glass of champagne. They shook your hands in congratulation before beckoning to the large white projector on the wall behind you. A loud humming emanated from the projector before a few flickers of lights and a video of the two of you appeared.

These were memories from the future, and yet you could recall exactly when they happened.

The first footage showed Minjeong surprising you with a puppy for your 26th birthday.

"Jagi?" Minjeong called before shuffling towards the kitchen with a box behind her back.

"What is it?" You answered, your back still facing her as you bent over the stove to stir the beef stew you were making for dinner.

"I have a surprise for you." The older girl couldn't hide her excitement and bounded forward, raising the box to your face.

You raised an eyebrow in skepticism before setting the box on the counter. Before you could open the lid, the box moved and let out a small bark.

"You didn't!" You looked at your lover with wide eyes before excitedly tearing off the lid.

An adorable yellow puppy bounded out and started attacking your face with licks, causing you to squeal in happiness and ticklish.

"Happy birthday, love." Minjeong pressed a kiss to your temple, and you immediately melted into her, with the puppy in your arms.

"Thank you, Min. This is the best birthday ever."

As the taller girl swung you and the puppy in her embrace gently, a small fire could be seen flaring up behind the two of you.

"Oh no! The soup!"

The footage cut off with another hum before restarting another one.

This time, it showed you lying in a hospital bed cradling a bundle wrapped in blankets in your arms, with Minjeong sitting next to you. Both of you were cooing at the baby in your arms, and both sides of your family surrounded you.

"Hi, angel," Minjeong whispered, leaning forward to press a kiss on the baby. "Hmm…she smells so good."

You laughed, looking at your lover affectionately.

"Wait until you need to change her diapers. Which you will now be in charge of."

Minjeong groaned at that before saying, “At least she looks as cute as you. This makes me feel better.”

Before you could see what happens next, the video was cut off with a hum, this time, more deafening.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew out the candle on the wedding cake, and everything was back to reality. The splendid walls were now back to their run-down state, the tables littered with broken plates and dusty cups, and the once-crowded banquet hall was now empty except for Minjeong and you. The broken windows and lack of light indicated it was now well into the night.

While the two of you were busy playing into your dreams, time had ticked away. The only thing different was that the two of you were still dressed in your wedding attire, which gave you hope that it was somehow real, at least for some part, wasn't it?

But before any of you could say anything, the deafening hum that had been following you throughout the day sounded again, shaking the floors. You saw that the Oblivion had arrived, finally showing itself as it provided you with a full day of lovely hallucinations.

Minjeong seemed rooted to the spot, her face marked with crestfallen hopelessness. For the first time since the two of you crossed paths, this was the first time you saw all the fight in Minjeong leave.

You reached down and grabbed her hand, this time leading the way to escape. Your dress flowed behind you as you ran, running down hallway after hallway before climbing the stairs down to the lobby.

Climbing through the piles of clothes of the dead, you found a spot behind one of the larger piles and pulled Minjeong to crouch down next to you. The weak moonlight barely provided you with enough light to see, but as long as you could make out the face of the girl in front of you, that was enough.

Her eyes were filled with tears as she looked at you, her right eye now back to a stormy grey. Your heart ached at the sight of the love of your life in so much pain. She had spent the past few years protecting you, making sure you were never scared with her alongside you. You knew these were your final moments together, and you would do anything to protect her the way she protected you.

The humming was creeping closer. It seemed like a taunt now that you have your hearing and voice back in your final moments. The Oblivion seemingly wanted you to hear your screams of fear before it finally consumed you, but you were adamant that this would never happen.

Reaching into Minjeong’s pocket, you pulled out the final match and struck it. The soft fizzing sound of the match failed to drown out the approaching hum, but it gave you the chance to look at Minjeong better, for one last time.

You gave her a bittersweet smile and brought your palm to her delicate face, wiping off any trace of tears. The yellow-orange glow emitted a warmth, a final beauty of the world before you go.

“I love you, Kim Minjeong.” You said, your soft voice sending shivers down her spine.

It was the first time she heard you speak in person, and it sounded better than she ever imagined.

“I love you, Kim Y/N.” She said, with a hint of a smile as she uttered your name with her last name.

You gave her one last smile, the humming ringing in your ears, making it hard for the two of you to say anything else. The Oblivion was right behind Minjeong, and you simply reached over and covered her left eye with your hand, blocking her line of sight. Raising your chin in defiance, you stared at the Oblivion and watched as ripples of blinding light rippled the surface of the cube before one final hum echoed through the now deserted mall.

And then, you felt nothing.

Above the heaps of clothing, a black dress coat floated downwards, followed by a flash of white, gravitating towards the ground with melancholic beauty. But before these garments could join the collection below, a lit match materialized and descended rapidly. With a small spark, the clothes were set ablaze, flames rising high and defiant, swiftly consuming the entire building.

The last memories of Kim Minjeong and Kim Y/N landed into the fire, fading away in the fiery embrace.

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fanfiction4sooya · 6 months

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Thoughts on gamer!loser!JEONGIE neglecting you for her games to the point where you can’t handle it and just blow her off under the desk and fuck your self on her cock until she’s a crying mess from overstimulation and teasing

omg anon, your mind...

no but like she is such a little loser that she doesn't even realize she is neglecting you for some stupid game with her friends. Literally doesn't realize you all squirmy staring at her profile, sighing at any given second thinking how the hell she didn't realize you were horny yet

but her luck is about to change because you are not the most patient person ever and she knows it very well. you tug at her shirt one, two, three fucking times and she just shrugs you off so you literally grab her by the dick, squeezing enough for her to hiss and look at you not understanding shit.

"I wan your cock, minjeong. Now" You said through gritted teeth and she trembled, muting the call. "No. You are going to let your friends hear you, baby" You kneeled in front of her, taking angry deep breaths so you don't end up hurting her.

"But-" She tried to protest, but you kissed her lips, palming her hardening cock while swirling your tongue against hers.

Pulling her shorts down you didn't even wait for the thing to get hard all the way, already putting it in your mouth. She yelped, covering her mouth and you dug your nails on her thighs and she moaned, thrusting her hips forward and shaking when it hit the back of your throat. It was sloppy and you wanted it like that because you knew she would cum in no time. You started bobbing your head, palming her balls and she kept clenching and unclenching her hands, not being brave enough to hold your hair to make you choke on her. By the way she was moaning and shaking you were really good, the thought of making your girlfriend cum made you incredibly wet

She came screaming, trying to push you when you kept sucking her tip to the point of tears welling on her eyes and broken sobs leave her lips 🤤🤤

She kept trembling but her cock was rock hard and you knew exactly how you would break her. You got up sitting on her lap, your tongue full of cum sliding inside her mouth and mixing your saliva and hers; you slid hour hand between the two of you, pushing your panties aside and sinking your wet pussy on her cock in one go taking her by surprise 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

I'd say she cums really fast the first time but usually by the second she takes a little while. But the way you keep bouncing on her cock and kissing her making her taste herself makes her cum even harder and faster, leaking from you onto her lap. She kept crying and apologizing for neglecting you but you kept your pace humping her tip until she weakly came one more time, triggering your orgasm as well and making you fall with your forehead on her shoulder. Your warm pussy enveloping her soft and overstimulated throbbing cock as tears fell freely from both of her eyes

Everyone on call heard the slapping sounds and your sinful moans, how you demanded for her to fuck your mouth and how whiny she was for you... Safe to say a lot of people got off to the sound of the two of you

#gxg smut #aespa winter smut #aespa x reader #kim minjeong smut #smut #aespa smut #winter smut #g!p winter

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minjubie · 2 days

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─── friendly competition | k.mj + fem!reader

{ wc: 754 | tw: academic rivals to lovers, fluff, female reader note : for @junislqve !! hope you like this >< }

The air crackled with anticipation as you walked into the lecture hall. Today was the day – the final exam for Professor Kim's notoriously difficult Advanced Chemistry course. You had spent the past two months immersed in textbooks, scribbling notes in a frenzy, and pulling all-nighters fueled by coffee and anxiety. You weren't alone in this struggle. Across the room, Minjeong, your rival in the academic race, was meticulously reviewing her notes, her brow furrowed in concentration.

You had met Minjeong at the beginning of the semester, a chance encounter in the library where you were both desperately searching for that one elusive textbook. You immediately felt a spark of competitive energy, a silent challenge that ignited between you. You'd been vying for top spot in Professor Kim's class ever since, each perfect score fueling your determination. It was a fierce but unspoken rivalry, a silent dance of intellect and ambition.

As Professor Kim began handing out the exam papers, your heart pounded like a drum solo. The questions were, as expected, challenging, requiring a deep understanding of complex chemical reactions and theoretical concepts. You felt your mind racing, each answer a frantic search through the labyrinth of knowledge you had meticulously constructed. Your gaze occasionally flicked across the aisle to Minjeong, her pen flying across the paper, her focus unwavering.

Hours later, you emerged from the lecture hall, exhausted but exhilarated. You had given it your all, but there was a nagging uncertainty gnawing at you, a fear that your rival had outdone you again.

The hallway was abuzz with students, their faces a mix of relief and exhaustion. You watched as Minjeong approached, her expression mirroring yours, a mixture of nervous anticipation and stoic determination.

'Well,' she said, a subtle smirk playing on her lips. 'That was... an experience.'

You chuckled, 'Tell me about it. I think I just lost a few brain cells.'

'Not to worry,' she replied, her eyes twinkling with a hint of amusement. 'I'm sure we both aced it.'

You exchanged a knowing glance, the unspoken challenge still simmering beneath the surface.

Weeks later, the results were posted outside Professor Kim's office. You hurried to read the list, your heart pounding in your chest. You scanned the list, your eyes searching for your name. There it was, right at the top, followed closely by Minjeong's. You had tied for first place.

You found Minjeong standing nearby, her expression unreadable.

'Well,' she said, a faint smile gracing her lips. 'Looks like we're both geniuses.'

You laughed, 'I suppose we are,' you replied, a warmth spreading through you.

The next few weeks were a blur of celebratory drinks and impromptu study sessions, both of you basking in the afterglow of your shared victory. You realized, as you laughed over coffee and debated the finer points of organic chemistry, that your rivalry had morphed into something more. The initial spark of competition had ignited a flame, a connection that transcended academic ambition.

'You know,' you said one evening, as you both sat in the library, surrounded by mountains of textbooks, 'I actually enjoy our little competition.'

Minjeong's eyes met yours, her gaze soft and intense. 'Me too,' she replied, a ghost of a smile gracing her lips. 'It’s pushed me to be my best.'

You leaned closer, your heart beating faster. 'And I have to admit, I've enjoyed watching you excel.”

The words hung in the air, charged with unspoken meaning. Minjeong's gaze softened, and a faint blush touched her cheeks.

'I think,' she said, her voice barely a whisper, 'I've enjoyed watching you excel too.'

A beat of silence stretched between you, before Minjeong leaned in, her lips brushing against yours. The kiss was slow, hesitant at first, then deepening into a passionate embrace. The taste of her lipstick, the scent of her hair, the feel of her hand in yours, it all sent a rush of adrenaline through you.

In that moment, the rivalry faded into the background, replaced by the intoxicating thrill of a new discovery. You had found something more valuable than a perfect score, something that transcended the pursuit of academic excellence. You had found love, in the most unexpected of places, with your fiercest rival.

As you parted, Minjeong's eyes held yours, reflecting the same intensity, the same unspoken promise. The future stretched before you, a blank page waiting to be filled with the stories of your shared journey, a journey that had begun with a fierce rivalry, but which was now destined to become a vibrant tapestry of love, passion, and intellectual companionship.

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forwntrx · 7 months

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GIRLS LIKE GIRLS ┊͙˚. 10. ON MINE

𑁍┊flashing lights (written portion)

you loved being an idol. most days. today might have been the day you looked back on the years spent and regretted it. for a moment, you thought of ignoring your schedules and staying in bed.

would it hurt, just for one day? to finally sleep and get a full eight hours? when was the last you had that luxury?

but then you remembered who you were and what you signed up for.

you got up.

your manager rushed you out your apartment. birds chirped and sat on branches. the rest of the girls were too sleepy to speak. the clock had barely stuck four. you took your normal window seat on the left side of the van.

minjeong yawned and offered you a soft smile.

you try to fake one back.

she rested her head on your shoulder and fell right asleep.

you looked down on her and for a moment, forgot about your worries. she looked so peaceful this way. there was no pain or exhaustion. you wanted to be like that too.

minutes later, you fell asleep.

the peace didn’t last long. an hour later, your up again, and being pushed back and forth by grabby hands. loud, brash photographers scream for you to look different ways. you hate it.

the bright lights, the obnoxious entitled voices.

your managers persistence. sure, it’s his job, but you still hate it.

you try to force a smile. jimin had to push you forward to make you pick up speed after the lights subsided. it was kind of like you were frozen?

this was unusual for you.

you didn’t spend much time with paparazzi. you got in and out. you didn’t care for the lights, you didn’t care for the attention. you were like a machine.

she asked you about it later.

“you all alright?”

she was behind your chair. your hairdresser had left to go pick up some pins from the other side of the room. you looked at her through the mirror. you two had barely talked today.

but that wasn’t strange. it was still early morning, seven o’clock at best, maybe around eight. you still had another ten+ hours to enjoy her company.

jimin was beautiful, she always was. but in stage makeup she was different. classic eyeliner, long eyelashes, and pouty lips.

“yeah, i’m fine.” you lie easily.

jimin stared at you. then rolled her eyes.

“you’ve gotta sleep more.”

you shrugged her off. as always. you turned away and fixed a random part of your makeup that surely didn’t need any adjustments. you always stood out the most in the group. it was your appeal. that’s how the company sold you. they wanted you to be ‘the star’.

that was the plan since debut, but you were always happy as you were.

your hairdresser came back, and you made sure to keep a half-ass smile on your face. you laughed the best you could, and only frowned when you were alone. no one bothered you with questions. no thought to ask.

you were good at hiding. even jimin just chalked it up to morning slug.

“aespa on in 5!”

they rush you back and forth. the live crowd went crazy. they scream your parts in the song the loudest. for a moment, when you perform, you feel alive.

you hit every beat. your muscles move on their own now. when the camera spins to you, you make it your bitch. it’s the only thing you know how to do.

you belt out the finishing notes, and the camera ended on you.

but then the moment is over.

you don’t remember what anyone said to you, or how you ended up back on stage, but they’re counting down on something and then there’s a pop—confetti blowing around the stage, and you blink and realize where you are (the encore?).

who was your competition? you turn to your left. lesserafim. your eyes scanned across each member. yunjin. you look for her.

you caught her eye. she was the farthest to the left of you. she smiled as soon as your eyes met, and whispered something to you. congratulations?

you manage to whisper back. thank you.

she frowned. what’s wrong?

the music of your song played.

you don’t respond back to her.

as soon as you get off the stage from the encore, she’s there waiting for you. for some reason, you don’t try to hide it from her. you rest your head in her chest. you don’t realize your crying until you feel that her shirt is wet.

why the hell are you crying? you lean forward, and try to wipe away your tears, but yunjin grabbed your hands.

“let’s get out of here? yeah? i wont tell jimin as long don’t tell chaewon.”

she wiped away your tears for you. she held out her pinkie.

“deal?”

you smile. and then nod.

“deal.”

𑁍┊i wonder (written portion)

your phone was dead somewhere. disappearing was insanely easy. your managers were slow, and yunjin called an uber faster than they could run down the street.

you both wandered around seoul for a bit. it had been a while since you could properly enjoy the city. you both shared a couple of laughs—ate some convenience store ramen, and shared a strawberry flavored ice cup.

the seoul air started to chill, and you ‘mistakenly’ leaned closer to yunjin. you smirked when she blushed. too cute.

“how mad are they at us?” yunjin asked as you both crossed a street.

“on a scale of 1/10?” you said.

“yeah.”

“probably like a 15.5.” you said.

“why the .5?”

“the .5 is because of what we are about to do.”

yunjin gave you a puzzled look. you smirked and pulled her down the street. luckily, you were around your company building. of course, you did your best to avoid going through the lobby. the backdoor always came in handy. you even took the secret elevator absolutely no one took. sm would never fire you, but you sure as hell would feel their wrath.

“shit! shit! yunjin! go back!”

company security rounded one of the corners and stopped. they peered back and forth, suspiciously eyeing all the corners.

you both stuffed down your giggles.

“anyone here?”

yunjin, on the other side from you in, in another corner made a face at the security guard. she pointed to his bald head and you tried your best not to lose it.

the security guard ended up shrugging it off, and continuing to another floor.

as the elevator sound dinged. you both lost it and spurred into laughter.

“your the absolute worst.” you complained.

“I’M THE WORST? your the one who has sneaking around YOUR company building like we’re james bond?” yunjin snorted.

you led her into another hallway with a series of doors. the lights were dimmed. she closely looked into one of the rooms and her face shifted. the same one she looked into, you opened the door of and held it for her.

“we came here so you could do more work?” she looked at you with hesitation. “why don’t we do something fun?”

you walked into the room.

“or, we can do this. this is nice too.”

you chuckled. “i’ve slacked off the whole day. a little bit of work won’t kill me.”

yunjin let you do your thing. for the most part, it was calming to mix and produce your own music. it was something you loved and had a passion for. it was always good to have someone else with you too. you asked for her input on the tone, the general feeling of the song, and some of the sections you had already completed.

her head bopped to the song. she shook her head in disbelief. as it ended, she looked at you like you were another disciple of jesus.

“are you kidding me?”

“what?”

“you’re so fucking good.”

“i know.” you laughed.

she shook her head. “this is golden. i want this song. sell this to me. my members would go crazy.”

“uh uh, aespa needs another win.” you grinned and took off the headphones from her ears.

yunjin rolled her eyes. “yeah, we’ll see next week.” you loved the friendly competition. you loved the way she would smile after, and the way her nose would scrunch—wait. you what?

you tinker around with the song some more, and for some reason, you end up out of chair and on the floor. yunjin also (for some reason) ended up right next to you, feet dangled in yours, crossed up and mixed like a puzzle.

you enjoyed being this close to her.

she smelled like—coconut, maybe vanilla, or maybe you were just making that up because she was just so sweet. you could see it, maybe even taste it. it was in her laughter, and her smile, and the way she cared. as you spoke the way she never took her eyes off you, the way she would flick a piece of lint off your shirt.

she was sweet.

“thanks for spending the day with me.” you said after a comfortable silence engulfed you.

she hummed. “don’t mention it.”

“no really.” you turned to meet her. her eyes focused on yours. “i needed it.”

she leaned forward.

you stopped breathing.

she kissed your cheek. her lips were soft and pink. “don’t mention it.” she repeated softly.

your eyes wandered to her lips. you wonder what her lips would feel like on your own.

𑁍┊masterlist －previous — next

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1104-am · 1 year

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winter | priority

genre ; angst , fluff

pairings ; idol!winter x reader

notes ; wrote this while listening to priority 🥹

word count ; 2.5k

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

as you arrive home late at night, the dimly lit house greets you with a quiet ambiance. the soft hum of the refrigerator and the faint ticking of a clock on the wall serve as the only audible companions in the silent abode. the entrance hallway is adorned with scattered shoes and a jacket carelessly thrown over a chair, a testament to the haste with which you had left for work earlier that day.

as you make your way into the kitchen, your tired eyes land upon a sight that instantly tugs at your heartstrings. your girlfriend, winter, lies slumbering on the kitchen counter, her head resting on her folded arms. a small, half-empty plate of cooked food sits beside her, evidence of her efforts to prepare a meal for you. concern mixes with relief as you gently shake her shoulder to rouse her from her sleep.

"minjeong-ah," you whisper softly, trying not to startle her. "hey love, it's me. i’m home."

her eyes flutter open, and confusion quickly gives way to annoyance as she realizes the late hour and the fact that you've only just returned. her expression twists into a mixture of frustration and hurt, her brows furrowing and her lips pressing together tightly.

"what time is it?” she frowned, once she realizes what time it was. “why are you always late, y/n?" winter’s voice carries a hint of bitterness, as if the words have been rehearsed in her mind countless times before.

“i’m sorry, i had work. my boss—“

"it’s always work, work, work. the same bullshit over and over again"

the harsh tone startled you, you feel a pang of guilt tighten in your chest, realizing the strain your work schedule has placed on your relationship.

"i’m sorry, minjeong. but you know how demanding my job can be. i never meant to make you feel neglected" you responded trying to diffuse the tension.

she scoffs, her voice tinged with frustration. "sorry doesn't cut it anymore, y/n. i need more than just empty words. i need you to show me that i matter to you. make me your priority"

"but i’m doing all of this for us minjeong" you plead, your voice tinged with desperation. "i want to provide for our future. i want to give you the life we've always dreamed of. gosh.."

the room feels heavy with unspoken emotions as the argument escalates. the fatigue and stress of the day have fueled your own frustration, leading to a battle of words between you both. voice rise and emotions intensify.

her eyes well up with tears, her voice breaking as she replies, "what good is a future if we're miserable in the present? i need you here with me, y/n! i need your presence, your support. practices have been so hard nowadays and when i come home in hopes of talking to you, you’re always not here for me!” tears poured down her cheeks, as a feeling of guilt grows bigger.

as emotions run high, winter’s voice quivers with a mixture of pain and frustration. "i can't help but feel like I'm an afterthought in your life, y/n," she says, her words cutting through the air like a sharp blade. her eyes well up with tears, but she stands her ground, her voice determined.

taken aback by her statement, you feel a surge of offense rise within you. "what? how can you say that?!" you retort, your voice filled with a mixture of hurt and indignation. "you know how much you mean to me, minjeong. i’ve always tried to show you how important you are in my life and now you’re dismissing my feelings and efforts for you?"

her expression hardens, her anger fueling her words. "feelings and efforts? what good are they if they only come second to your work? i’ve been waiting for you night after night, feeling like a stranger in our own home. it’s not just about the grand gestures, y/n. it’s about the everyday moments that show me i matter to you!"

you clench your fists, the frustration and pain coursing through your veins. "i’m doing my best for the both of us! why does it seems like everything i do is not enough for you?”

her voice cracks, her tears flowing freely now. "It's not about the material things, y/n. it’s about your presence, your time, your effort to truly be here with me!”

the words hang heavily in the air, the weight of the argument sinking deeper into your hearts. hurtful remarks and accusations have become arrows, piercing the fragile bond you once shared. the pain is evident in both of your eyes, a reflection of the love that still resides beneath the surface, but now shrouded by a cloud of resentment and doubt.

in a moment of anger, you lash out, the hurt fueling your words. "you think i don't care? you think i don't prioritize you? maybe you're right. maybe i should stop trying so hard, since nothing i do seems to be enough for you!”

the tension reaches its boiling point as winter's anger overflows. with a mix of anguish and rage, she grabs a nearby plate and hurls it to the floor, shattering it into pieces. the sound of breaking ceramic echoes through the room, the shards of porcelain mirroring the shattered fragments of your once harmonious relationship.

silence descends upon you both, the anger dissipating as quickly as it had flared. winter’s eyes widen in shock at the destruction she's caused, her anger giving way to sorrow. tears streak down her cheeks, mirroring the brokenness of the plate at her feet.

in that moment, the weight of the argument settles heavily on your shoulders. you realize the depth of the pain you've inflicted on winter, the toll that your absence and prioritization of work have taken on your relationship. with a heavy heart, you step forward, about to hold her when suddenly you feel a strong force pushing you.

as winter pushes you away, her hands trembling with a mix of anger and regret, your foot inadvertently lands on a shard of the shattered plate. a sharp pain shoots through your body, causing you to wince and lose your balance.

“fuck!” you exclaimed. you manage to catch yourself against the kitchen counter, but the throbbing ache intensifies with each passing second.

winter’s eyes widen in shock as she witnesses the unintended consequence of her actions, her mouth agape in disbelief. however, the lingering anger prevents her from immediately expressing concern or checking on your well-being. instead, without a word, she turns away and retreats towards the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her, leaving you alone in the kitchen, nursing both your emotional and physical wounds.

a few minutes passed, the pain in your foot is a constant reminder of the fractured state of your relationship. as you gingerly make your way towards the pantry, your footsteps echo in the quiet house, filling the void left by winter's absence.

your retrieve a broom and a dustpan, your movements slow and pained, grunting here and there as you begin the task of cleaning up the broken shards scattered across the floor.

the sound of clinking porcelain and the sweep of the broom become the backdrop to the overwhelming ache in your heart. the realization sinks in that winter’s anger was so consuming that she didn't even pause to ask if you were okay, to show even the slightest concern for your well-being. and it hurt you.

once the task is complete, you make your way towards the bedroom, a mix of hope and trepidation swirling within you. as you approach the closed door, you take a deep breath and tried opening the door but as expected, the doorknob could only turn halfway indicating that the door’s locked

you sighed, and with a heavy heart and a limp from your injured foot, you resign yourself to spending the night alone in the living room. you gather a pillow and a thin blanket, the meager provisions for comfort, and settle yourself on the couch. the loneliness pervades the air, a tangible presence that exacerbates the pain both inside and outside your body.

as the night wears on, the weight of emotional turmoil finally gives way to exhaustion, and you drift into a restless sleep. however, the pain from your injured foot rouses you from your slumber in the wee hours of the night. blinking away the sleep, you find winter silently kneeling beside you, a first aid kit open on the coffee table, her gentle hands carefully cleaning the wound.

the dim light of a bedside lamp casts a soft glow on winter’s face, revealing the traces of sadness and concern etched upon her features. her eyes flicker with a mixture of regret and tenderness as she tends to your injury, her touch both gentle and deliberate. yet, despite her actions, the silence between you remains palpable, her lips sealed shut, as if the weight of her anger still weighs heavily upon her.

in all honesty, you’re still hurt at her words and how she didn’t even show the slightest concern when you injured yourself, "what are you doing" you slightly pulled your leg away from her, voice laced with hurt.

she kept silent, continues her ministrations, her gaze fixated on the task at hand, her silence a tangible barrier between you. your reach out, you held her arm preventing her from continuing.

"i’ll do it. just, go back to bed or whatever” you sighed. but the girl is very stubborn. and in a blink, your foot is already wrapped with bandage.

but still, she remains silent, the quiet treatment persisting like a heavy fog between you. her refusal to respond is a painful reminder of the rift that has grown between your hearts, deepening the ache in your chest.

as she finishes tending to your wound, she carefully stands up, her eyes avoiding yours as she gathers the first aid supplies. and without a word, she retreats back into the bedroom, leaving you alone once again, the lingering silence echoing in the room.

you lie there, your heart heavy with a sense of longing and confusion. the tenderness with which winter cared for your wound hints at a flicker of affection, yet her continued silence leaves you grasping at straws.

as the weight of the silence continues to press upon your heart, exhaustion finally overtakes you once more. sleep beckons, offering a temporary respite from the emotional turmoil that has consumed your thoughts. you eyes flutter closed, and you drift into a restless slumber.

but not long after, your eyelids flutter open once again, this time due to a different sensation. a heaviness rests upon your chest, causing you to shift and stir. with a slow and dazed awakening, you find winter nestled beside you, her head resting on your chest as she slumbers peacefully.

the room is shrouded in a gentle hush, the early morning light filtering through the curtains, casting a soft glow upon the scene before you. the rise and fall of winter’s breath against your chest creates a rhythmic melody, a reminder of the connection that still exists beneath the surface.

with a gentle touch, you run your fingers through winter's hair, relishing in the softness beneath your fingertips.

“i’m sorry” her voice startled you as you thought she was in a deep sleep. your hand stopped moving once you feel your shirt getting wet due to winter’s tears.

“i know you meant well, but my feelings got to me and i lashed it out on you when i shouldn’t have..” her voice was above whisper. you hummed, feeling guilty too because of what you said. both sides were hurt and it’s unfair if she’s the only one who apologizes so you did your part.

“i’m sorry too, i should have not make you feel that way.” you whispered.

as the air between you and winter becomes charged with a mix of forgiveness and longing, she lifts her gaze to meet yours. in that moment, an unspoken understanding passes between you, and without a word, she leans in, her lips gently brushing against yours.

the kiss is tender yet passionate, carrying with it the weight of an apology and a promise. it speaks volumes, conveying the depth of her remorse and her desire to make things right. the warmth of her touch against your lips ignites a flicker of hope within you, erasing the painful memories of the argument and replacing them with a renewed sense of connection.

her lips are soft and inviting, molding perfectly against yours as if they were made to fit together. the sensation sends an electric current through your body, causing your heart to race and your senses to heighten. there is an exquisite dance between her lips and yours, a rhythm that syncs effortlessly, drawing you closer and deepening the intimacy of the moment.

her mouth explores yours with a delicate and passionate fervor. her lips part slightly, inviting you to deepen the kiss, and you respond eagerly, allowing the intensity to build. tongues intertwine in a sensual dance, their movements mirroring the love and longing that swirl within your souls.

each brush of her lips against yours is a tender caress, a gentle apology for the hurtful words that were exchanged. the taste of her lingers on your tongue, a bittersweet reminder of the pain and the love that coexist within your relationship. time seems to stand still as you lose yourself in the intoxicating sweetness of the kiss, momentarily forgetting the outside world and the trials you have faced.

her hands find their way to your face, cupping your cheeks with a tenderness that speaks volumes. her touch is both gentle and possessive, a silent reassurance of her commitment and affection. the warmth of her touch seeps into your skin, melting away any lingering doubts or insecurities.

as the kiss deepens, the intensity grows, fueled by a mix of desire, forgiveness, and unspoken promises. the softness of her lips against yours gives way to a hunger, a primal need to connect and rediscover the passion that binds you together. your breaths become intertwined, ragged and needy, as you explore each other with a fervent desire, savoring the taste and texture of the kiss.

the world around you fades into the background, and it's just the two of you, lost in a sea of shared emotions and unspoken declarations. with each passing moment, the kiss becomes a language of its own, a symphony of longing and healing, carrying with it the power to mend the broken pieces of your hearts.

as the kiss eventually comes to an end, she pulls back slightly, her eyes searching yours for any signs of hesitation or doubt. but what she finds is a reflection of the love and forgiveness that fills her own heart. with a soft smile, she rests her forehead against yours, their breaths mingling as they take a moment to savor the tenderness and vulnerability of the shared kiss.

"i'm sorry," she whispers, her voice filled with sincerity. "i love you, and i promise to do better."

you caress her cheek gently, your voice carrying reassurance and love. “i love you too,”

in that moment, the kiss becomes a turning point—a symbol of reconciliation and a renewed commitment to one another.

#aespa #aespa imagine #aespa imagines #aespa oneshot #aespa x reader #kpop angst #aespa winter #winter x reader #kim minjeong

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evilzhou · 2 years

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BONDING ━━━ YOO JIMIN.

pairing: karina x 5th fem!member.

content: somnophilia, dry humping, tribbing (?, sucking yooji's tits<3, overstimulation, dacryphilia, some mean words but no degradation.

warnings: somnophilia !! (not explicitly consensual, but this is like— oc's wet dreams coming true lmao).

note: i had to. please read the warnings and remember that you are responsible for the content you consume. BTW, THIS ISN’T PROOF READ.

men and minors do not fucking interact.

Being announced as a new member of an already existing group was hell. People had different opinions about you. Some were happy that you seemed to fit in perfectly with aespa's concept, welcoming you with an open mind and high expectations that you would be as talented as the company promised. On the other hand, the rest of the public wanted nothing to do with you, so you can now say that you understand how your senior felt when she joined her group after their official debut.

There is one thing that crushes your heart and squeezes the air out of your lungs more than the hatred of irrational people who call you worthless without first seeing your talent and abilities: your members treat you like an outsider, and to be honest, you are. They try their best to be polite and include you in their small circle, but the awkward silence as you drive back to the dorms after an even more awkward dance practice is deafening.

You wish they would tell you what you can do, what it takes to earn their trust.

"Are you done?" Minjeong's melodious voice returns you to the present and away from your self-pitiful thoughts, pointing to your empty plate with her slender finger.

"Yup," you reply, passing her the dirty dish and cringing at the silence that follows.

"Y/N?" Jimin calls out to you, causing you to immediately nod your head at her, feeling intimidated by her unreal beauty. "Aeri spilled iced coffee on my bed. Can I sleep with you tonight?"

The thought of Jimin choosing you over Minjeong or Yizhou fills you with hope. "Of course! I mean— yeah, of course, I wouldn't mind."

You spend the next hour getting ready for bed with your heart pounding in your throat, and you don't know if it's because one of your roommates is trying to get close to you or because she's ridiculously attractive, but you welcome the feeling anyway.

You wait another hour. Then ten minutes more, ten minutes more, ten minutes more. But Jimin never comes, so with a broken heart, you fall asleep, hoping you will wake up next to her.

Jimin walks into your room an hour later, carefully stepping onto the cold floor and walking over to your bed. She sees your serene face and smiles to herself before pulling up the covers and snuggling with you, her arms around your waist and her body pressing against yours. Your body feels warm against hers, your round butt pressed against her pelvis, with her hands close enough to your chest to notice you don't sleep with a bra, unlike Minjeong.

Try as she might, Jimin can't sleep, her members' words and advice on how to get closer to you echoing in her head. Maybe she should wait for you to show more interest or wait until tomorrow for you to wake up and then propose what they talked about. Maybe.

But you looked so good today, with your sweat pants marking your figure and that damn skin-tight shirt. Maybe... maybe it wouldn't be so bad not to wait.

Her first move fills her with remorse, her hand pushing your hips to pull you even closer to her. The second gives her a tickling feeling in her stomach, fondling your breasts through your clothes. The third one fills her with adrenaline, her hand slipping under your shirt and tracing figures on your stomach with her fingertips. But her fourth move makes her so wet that it has the fabric of her panties sticking to her lips, her hand gently squeezing your nipple with her fingertips as she listens to your soft sigh.

Jimin freezes when you start to move, being so turned on from touching you that she hadn't thought of what she would say when you woke up, but you turn around and lay on your back, and Jimin can't help smiling now that she has more access to your body.

You look so precious sleeping Jimin can't imagine how innocent you will look when you wake up. Maybe you're going to be a little scared, and Jimin doesn't know if she dislikes that thought or if it turns her on even more.

Slowly, Jimin lifts your baggy t-shirt over your breasts, seeing your hard nipples and the goosebumps on your soft skin. She licks her lips and wonders if she should or shouldn't taste them. Maybe if she's gentle enough with you, you won't wake up, but does she want you to wake up? Guilt eats her guts when she realizes that, no, she doesn't want you to wake up yet.

She leans into your chest carefully, her eyes glued to your face to see if you notice, and when you don't make a sound or move, Jimin traps your nipple with her lips, tracing small circles with her tongue around the bud and listening to your sighs. She sucks on your nipple and squeezes her legs, feeling herself getting wetter and needier. Maybe she shouldn't, but without thinking, her hand travels to your crotch and cups your pussy, feeling the heat that emanates from it and finding herself surprised to see that the crotch of your pants is wet.

"You look innocent, but you're a slut just like Yizhou," she whispers, knowing well that you can't hear her. "Do you like to be touched when you sleep?"

Growing impatient, Jimin rubs your pussy over your pajamas, circling your clit harder than necessary so you can wake up and smile when you let out a loud moan. Her mouth returns to your breast, sucking on your nipple and biting it softly. It's not until she gives you a hickey on the sensitive skin around your nipple that you wake up, groaning before gasping and moving away from her.

"Jimin, what are you doing?" you ask in a trembling voice, scared and turned on at the same time.

"What do I look like I'm doing? I'm trying to bond with you," she says in her usual soft, calm voice. "It's for the group's sake."

"This isn't right, is it?" No matter how hard you try, you can't help but hope that she won't back down and keep on touching you.

"Why? The girls and I do it all the time," she says casually.

You imagine your members together, eating each other's pussies, moaning, and rubbing against each other desperately.

"But-"

"If you don't want to, that's fine," she tells you. "But I know you look at me when I dance, and your eyes never stop looking at my tits. Don't you wanna taste them?"

Screw it.

You grab the back of her neck and press your lips against hers, feeling her tongue forcing into your mouth, her hand returning to your pussy and rubbing it with her fingers. You lift and take off her shirt, grabbing one of her tits and squeezing it, listening to her beautiful moan.

Impatient, Jimin breaks away from you and yanks your pants off, leaning away only to remove her own. She positions herself on top of you, lifting one of your legs and positioning it on top of her thigh while the other straddles your waist, smashing your pussies with a lewd sound. She leans over you and arches her back, pushing her breasts right in front of your face as she begins to move her hips, rubbing your swollen clits. You close your lips around her nipple and suck on it, your mouth full of big tits. Jimin moans and moves her hips up and down, humping you and mixing her slick with yours.

Suddenly, you push Jimin on her back, positioning yourself on top of her and slotting your legs together before grinding on her cunt harder. Jimin screams, and her nails dig into the back of your arms, holding on to you as she whimpers and cries without caring who might hear.

"You're a pervy little thing, aren't you?" you question, but Jimin says nothing but broken, unintelligible words. "Are you so needy for sex that you can't keep your hands to yourself and take advantage of me sleeping? Hmm?"

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, please don't stop," she begs, pushing her head back against the sheets and moaning with her eyes shut tight.

"Touch yourself," you command.

"W-what?" she whimpers and opens her eyes to look at your face, confused.

"Touch yourself like you were touching me. Come on,"

When she doesn't reply or does what she's told, you rub her clit so painfully hard that it doesn't even give her an ounce of pleasure. One of her hands hurries to grab her tit and pinch her nipple while the other disappears between your legs and forcefully makes space between your pussies, using it to flick your clits messily.

Soon, Jimin starts squirming underneath you, mispronouncing words you can't make sense of, which tells you that she's about to cum. You grab her boob and knead it, feeling your own orgasm coming in fast.

"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop. A little—more, please, I'm going to—" Jimin sobs and arches her back, coming at last.

But your hips don't stop, even when Jimin begs you to, and you wish you could torture her some more, but you're so close that you have to push the thought away and leave it for later.

"Come, please, come," Jimin pleads, tears wetting her cheeks, her eyes squeezed shut, and a grimace in her mouth.

It doesn't take much more than that, not when Jimin looks like a sin personified, not when her tits bounce with every thrust of your hips, not when she screams so loud and tries to run from you from the overstimulation. So you cum, but even then, you don't stop your movements until Jimin starts hitting your arms and tears come out of your own eyes.

"Please! Please, please, ah!" her body shakes with sobs. That's when you finally stop and fall on top of her body.

Jimin goes so still that you fear you hurt her, but after a minute, you feel her slender arms wrap around your shoulders, hugging you against her chest.

"See? We bonded."

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shuhwaa · 1 year

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Winter | Drunk Confessions

Aespa Winter x fem!reader words: ~1k genre: fluff, friends to lovers, a tiny bit of angst warnings: alcohol consumption

Desc.: You and your friend Minjeong have recently started dating, but somehow you both don't find it easy to take the leap from a simple friendship to a romantic relationship.

"You're drunk," you say as Minjeong sits down next to you on the floor cross-legged, wobbling from side to side and almost falling backwards in the process.

"Am not!" she refutes immediately, pouting at you. The blush covering her entire face makes you chuckle, and the way she cutely whines at your reaction causes your heart to skip a beat.

She hasn't been your girlfriend for long - even though you've known each other for years you only just started dating recently, and you're still at the stage where you're not sure how far you can go with each other. On one hand you don't want to rush things - on the other your mind is traveling at a billion miles per hour, reminding you of all the things you want to do to her and try out with her. So maybe it wasn't the smartest decision ever to have a little drinking party at your place, but so far it seems only one of you can feel the buzz, and you sure as hell won't make a move on her like this.

"I'll get you some water," you suggest, already getting up, but Minjeong objects.

"Mh-mh," she shakes her head in disapproval, clutching her cup in her hands.

"It'll do you good," you insist. "You can keep drinking afterwards." Your girlfriend lets her gaze wander to the floor now, watching the way she's wiggling her toes inside the cute socks you had gifted her for her last birthday.

"Fiiiine," she eventually gives in, adding under her breath, "party pooper." You snort at her words, but you can’t be mad at her, so you merely laugh. She glances up at you and smiles as well, before looking back at her feet shyly, and once again you can't but think about how much you love this girl.

When you come back to the room with a small bottle of water, you find Minjeong quickly tearing the bottle of soju in her hand away from her lips, accidentally spilling a few drops in the process. You sigh, and you're quick to take the bottle away from her, making her whine. Instead, you hand her the water and wait until she finally takes a few sips of it.

"Why are you so set on getting wasted today?" you ask as you sit down next to her, knees touching. Minjeong looks away, sucking in her bottom lip and biting down on it, as if she had been caught doing something she shouldn't.

"I just..." she begins talking, but goes silent eventually.

"Hey," you say, keeping your tone soft. "You can tell me anything, you know that." You give her an encouraging smile as soon as she looks at you briefly, and after she lets out a sigh, she says,

"It just... feels weird, you know? We've been friends for so long and now suddenly... we're dating. And I don't know how to act around you anymore."

"Oh..." You didn't know she was this troubled by the situation. "I mean... nothing much has changed anyway-" you attempt to assure her, but she cuts you off.

"What do you mean - nothing?" she replies. "Everything has changed! I keep wanting to hold your hand but it feels like I can't do that anymore, and I keep wanting to hug you and..." she goes very quiet, "I want to kiss you so badly, it's driving me crazy. Because you're right there and now that you're my girlfriend I should be able to do that, but it feels like I can't. That feels so bad..." You're stunned by her words for a moment, but then you speak.

"I know. I feel the same, actually," you confess. Minjeong's eyes widen in surprise. "Do you know how many times I can't stop thinking about finally kissing you but then I just can't seem to find the courage to actually do it?"

"You too...?" she mumbles as she leans closer, and very slowly her gaze drops to your lips. "Then..." she whispers, "how about now? Do you think you can kiss me now?"

Her question certainly makes you nervous, but you also know it's now or never. So you nod, and as you do, you're already leaning in, and before you know it your lips are already firmly pressed against hers. She doesn't hesitate to kiss you back, slowly but with determination, figuring out a pace that works for the both of you while not even thinking about pulling back. Your hand finds her cheek, and you let your fingers run through her hair until eventually you're supporting her by the back of her head. She runs her tongue across your lips in response, and you deepen the kiss. You're not sure if it's the alcohol or the way she tastes so sweet to you, but you're certainly getting drunk on something, and you pull her closer. Parting for a moment to catch your breath, you find a need for more in her dark eyes, and so you wordlessly reconnect your lips with hers.

You’re sharing kisses for what feels like both half an eternity and still a way too short time, until eventually you just sit there with your foreheads rested against the other's and your fingers intertwined.

"I didn't think... it could be this easy," Minjeong mutters, before letting out a short laugh. "So we're really lovers now, huh?"

"Yeah..." you say, unable to contain your smile as joy flows through your entire body. "I'm so glad to finally have you," you add, and you press another peck to her lips.

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Any thoughts on gp Winter?

She kinda gives me switch energy like she'll go from pushing you around and being all mean to whimpering the moment you start sucking her off.

I also feel like it really depends on her mood or how her day has gone, if she's had a really bad/ stressful day and is tired all she'd want is for you to just take care of her and be all soft; but if she's annoyed rather than tired then she'd become a lot more dom, telling you what to do and just generally being rough to get her anger out, pinning you down while complaining about all the assholes at her work while she fucks you, all while you can't even get in a coherent though with hoe fast she's going, but you don't care because you want to help her destress right? I certainly wouldn't mind

(If you don't like this just ignore 👍)

i know i'm planning on writing a dom winter fic but she will forever give awkward virgin loser vibes to me 😭😭 especially g!p winter like come on.. there would not be a single dominant bone in her body, she'll always be weak for you :((

she's one of those girls that's like needy, but doesn't want to say what she wants from you just like that bcs she thinks it's too dirty (liz has competition omg..) 🫣 the type to approach you, head down and cheeks all red, tug at your skirt and hope that you know what she's talking about, especially since she's not at all hiding her boner 😭😭 well of course you know what she wants but you never want to pass up an opportunity to tease the baby 🫣 acting clueless, asking her to tell you what she wants bcs you're not a mind reader, and moving away when she refuses to say a word, so meandjcbfjdkf

"p-please, (y/n)...! i need to fuck you, please..." winter ends up saying out of pure desperation 🥺🥺 she gets soooo embarrassed after realizing what she had just said, putting her face in her hands while you laugh at her 😭

coming off from what you said anon, if winter is stressed she will definitely be a bit more forward about her needs 👀 and she won't take any of your teasing, it'll just piss her off 😭 but of course you do it, bcs minjeong fucks you way better when's angry 🤤 LIKEKFGHFJF imagine getting off work late and seeing minjeong sitting on the couch, arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed, and a pout on her face... asking you why you didn't tell her you'd be late.. she's getting all pissy too bcs she wanted to eat dinner with you, and then gets really heated when you told her you already had dinner with your coworkers and that's why you were late... she would feel so disposable :(( minjeong nearly crying when she tells you how hard work has been for her and how she just needs you but sometimes you could be so blind 💔💔

AND OFC THIS LEADS INTO MAKE-UP SEX COME ON... apologizing and reassuring minjeong that you'll always be there for her, all while riding her cock 😵‍💫😵‍💫 minjeong forgetting whatever she was about just like that,, moaning like crazy when you started going faster, deepening your drops so her entire length was stimulated :((( minjeong definitely hugs you while she comes sjdbfjsfj coming so much that it brings her to tears, she just missed her gf :(( shbdfjdkf minjeong barely getting a hold of herself when you started riding her againnnn :(( SHE WAS TOO CUTE YOU COULDN'T HELP YOURSELF...

"j-just relax, baby... i'll take everything.. ahhn.. from here..." you pushed her down so she was laying on the bed,, making her watch while you fucked yourself into her cock,, minjeong wanted to touch you, to flip your positions and just ruin you but you looked way too pretty on top :(( and trust that this will go on for hours on end bcs the only way to truly make it up to minjeong is letting her breed you full of her cum 🤤 making a mess out of each other from coming so much sjdbfjsc but it was all worth it to see her smile 😩😩

and you're definitely cockwarming her to sleep 👀👀 so don't be surprised when you wake up in the morning feeling your girlfriend gently fuck into you, claiming to give back to you for the night before... 😵‍💫😵‍💫

not me straying far from anon's idea sjdjfidfj...

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perfectsunlight · 1 year

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(𝟐𝟑) - 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬: 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮

“what do you think my stage name should be?” jimin asked as she leaned against the trunk of the tree. the summer air blew a soft breeze through the leaves that rustled against the branches. “hm,” your brows furrowed, deep in thought with your head laying in your girlfriend’s lap. “what about doing a season? minjeong is doing winter.” a snicker left your lips as you grinned up at your lover. “you could be spring.”

the raven haired girl rolled her eyes playfully. “too cringey.” you hummed in agreement before poking at a dandelion growing in the grass. with a small tug from the ground, you brought it in front of your face to admire it. jimin noticed something in the distance had caught your eye, and suddenly your eyes widened in realization.

“what about karina?”

your gazes met and the wheels in her head began turning like yours were. a small smile graced her lips as she blew the dandelion that was in your hand. “it sounds pretty. what made you come up with that?” she asked as she watched the dandelion fuzz float off into the distance.

the morning sun shone a generous amount of light to the bush area you were pointing to as you spoke. “signet marigold karinas.” you motioned to the golden flowers that were in bloom across the green brush. “they’re pretty, and they remind me of you.” a faint blush appeared on your cheeks once your girlfriend’s eyes met yours. comfortable silence settled in between the two of you for a few moments.

even in the shade of the oak tree, the morning sun still seemed to illuminate your eyes in a way that no other force of nature could. jimin’s hair fell over her face as she leaned down and pressed her lips against yours. she could feel your eyelashes fluttering shut as she moved her mouth against yours. the kiss was soft and sweet, almost delicate. and even thought it only lasted a few moments, it always felt like time stopped when she kissed you.

“karina huh?” she whispered once she pulled away. “i love it,” her lips met yours once more in a chaste kiss as you cupped her face and pulled her in again. “and i love you.”

jimin blinked and pulled herself out of her thoughts as a chilly breeze blew past her. the oak tree in front of her was now barren with no leaves. she couldn’t help herself from remembering the last time she was here with you the summer before debut. now, here she stood in the february cold waiting to see you. even though it was almost march, the lingering winter air was still cold enough to make her bundle up in layers.

she quickly glanced at her watch. 11:55 am. you were going to be here any moment. however, the aespa member had been there for the past hour already. she didn’t want to be late, not even by a mere minute.

meeting somewhere in public would have been easier, but she didn’t want anyone, not even dispatch, ruining the moment you two were about to have. which was why karina decided to meet up somewhere only you two knew about. there weren’t a lot of places the two of you could go as trainees, but this hidden tree and the flora around it was only a 15 min walk from the dorms. the first time you two found it was when jimin got lost trying to find directions to a nearby park. however, your own secret hideaway was deemed a much better find than some busy park.

your initials were actually carved into the base of the tree. it was a written testament to your relationship, as well as a secret promise to have a strong love; stronger than the massive oak tree that stood before her.

j + y/i

the engraved letters seemed to look into her soul as she stared at them. the aespa member ran her hand across the letters, wiping the bits of dirt that had accumulated in the grooves.

“they’re still there?”

her head whipped around in the direction of your voice. there you stood, bundled up just like her, and with both of your fists shoved into your jacket pockets as you motioned towards the letters on the wooden body of the tree. jimin straightened up, nodding slowly before fully turning to face you.

“i figured we’d meet somewhere private.” she explained as she noticed the faint tint of scarlet on your nose and cheeks. the walk up here wasn’t the easiest, especially in this weather.

your head moved up and down in understanding, “i see.” karina exhaled through her nose, the vapor from her breath dancing in the cold wind. she felt nervous. she thought she had it all planned out in her head, everything she was going to say and do, but it was all going out the window at this very moment.

she could tell you were more on the defensive side, despite being the one to suggest meeting up and speaking. however, she couldn’t blame you either. her hands moved in front of her body, folding them across her chest as she looked down at the frozen ground.

a beat of silence passed between the two of you, however it was not like the comfortable silence that was felt all those years ago. this silence was heavy, cold even. it loomed with uncertainty and she hated that.

swallowing the lump in her throat, she opened her mouth to say something.

“i’m sorry for-” “i wanted to talk about music bank.”

the older girl’s chest tightened as you cut her off. oh. you didn’t want to talk about feelings or anything of the past. you were truly here on a business errand.

even though she already assumed it, she didn’t understand why it still hurt her heart.

your stare remained glued to the same spot on your shoes as you kicked at the ground beneath you.

finally, you looked up at your ex-lover and met her gaze. you took a deep breath before explaining. “i don’t want things to be awkward on screen.” you began, biting the inside of your cheek before continuing. “for our sake, and the sake of our groups, we need to find a way to be professional enough to make this work.”

professional. was that your relationship now? karina couldn’t hide the small disappointment at your choice of words as her own thoughts began brewing. she knew she had no right to feel disappointed, but she couldn’t help it.

even now, you meant more to her than just some apparent business partner, even if that was all you would see her as.

she nodded slowly, doing her best to mask her ever growing disappointment. “how do you want to do this then?” jimin timidly asked, a bit anxious as she anticipated your response.

your shoulders slumped forward, a small frown etching onto your face. truth be told, you didn’t have that part figured out as much as you wanted to. unfortunately, this was something the two of you needed to figure out together.

“i haven’t thought that far out yet.” you admitted, sighing as your eyes met hers once again. your breath hitched in your throat once your eyes met her midnight hues.

they were still just as alluring as the last time you were this close to them. if anything, they looked more mysterious than ever, and you feared that if you took even one more step closer you would fall into her trap.

karina’s gaze softened. she knew this was hard for you especially, but she hoped that resentment no longer lingered in your heart when she looked at you. she hated herself for leaving you, so shouldn’t that amount of self loathing suffice?

“we can just be friends.” the leader suggested, a small half-smile adorning her lips. the idea didn’t seem too bad in her mind. the two of you could make amends better that way.

a chuckle escaped your lips and danced through the air in the form of vapor. your response left your mouth without you even thinking fully.

“we aren’t friends, jimin.”

you even surprised yourself, not expecting that type of reply to come from you. maybe these wounds weren’t as closed as you thought they were.

karina’s face faltered, an undeniable look of disappointment danced its way onto her features. “i know we aren’t, y/n.” she whispered, masking the hurt in her voice as she cleared her throat. “i was only suggesting we act like it.”

a nod from your head signaled your approval. this was the only way things would work. and even if it hurt, you needed to suck it up and power through. for the sake of your group, as well as yourself.

“on camera and on stage we can act like friends. once that is gone, we don’t need to do anything else.” your answer made jimin’s heartbeat falter for a moment. as much as it hurt her to now know you truly wanted nothing to do with her, she could only agree to your boundaries.

if you could even call them “boundaries” in the first place anyway.

the SM idol nodded. “okay. acting as friends it is, then.” your hum was the only sign of approval you gave before checking the time on your phone before shoving it back in your pocket. you poked the inside of your cheek with your tongue, slowly turning back to go down the small hill.

“i should get going.” your soft sentence and the way you already wanted to leave so soon made jimin’s heart break in her chest. but she put on a brave face, even if it hurt. she was going to have to feel all of these unwanted emotions if it meant trying to fix things with you.

“oh,” karina answered quietly. she had hoped to invite you to lunch with the others, but decided against it since you were not open to actually being friends again. with your back turned, you began walking but you looked over your shoulder one last time before continuing your trek down the mountain.

“i’ll see you around, jimin.”

her heart fluttered at the mention of her name, but she also cursed herself for being so weak minded and leaving you all those years ago. jimin was a good idol, a great one even. but it came at the cost of your relationship and friendship. but now? she was going to fix that. she needed to break down the walls you had built up because of her.

and she was going to start by being the best “friend” she could possibly be.

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ ┊ ☪︎⋆ ⊹ ┊ . ˚ ✧

you and jimin met as trainees before she debuted, and you two never felt more in love. however, once she breaks up with you before her debut, you completely leave SM entertainment under the notion of needing a fresh start. you eventually debuted a few years later in le sserafim, where you met huh yunjin and have slowly started developing feelings for the idol. much to karina's dismay, she hates to see you have moved on, but deep in your own heart, you still can't help but feel as if maybe she has forgotten about you.

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