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rvmmm21 · 3 years

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. six things vampires love about puppies .

[vampiremum!irene x puppy!wendy]

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In Joohyun’s definitely unbiased opinion, Seungwan has too many habits that make her the cutest girl in the world.

Here are just a few of her favourites:

one:

Mornings aren’t the best, the vampiress especially can attest to that. But luckily, they have ‘Sunshine Time’ before school. Just as the gentle morning rays peep through the curtains, Joohyun dutifully rouses little puppy, peppering kisses over soft ears, feeling her actions prompt a string of tiny yawns, one big stretch, and the groggiest little mumble of “luv u mummie”. Joohyun’s heart sings at the sound of her title, and she tells her Wannie that she’ll never stop loving her too. They brush their teeth, but before they even think about getting ready for the big day of learning ahead, Joohyun’s bent forward with Seungwan’s both hands around her wrist as she toddles over to the window.

She’s aimed for her favourite spot in the house, other than the play room, of course. It’s a homemade bed thing that Joohyun had crafted from an old duvet and some spare blankets. Joohyun thinks it kind of looks like a dog bed, but she only smiles when Seungwan gravitates towards it, knowing the penny will drop when little puppy is older. Within minutes, they’re in their routine position; Wannie snuggled into her blankies and the vampiress sitting right where the light draws the line into darkness. Joohyun’s knees hurt sometimes from the strain of how she’s sitting– staying in the dark but also reaching over as much as she can to give Seungwan the head pats she deserves (and whines if she doesn’t constantly get).

Because it’s still relatively early in the morning, Joohyun more often than not finds that Seungwan’s checked into Dreamland yet again. An adoring sigh leaves her as she detaches herself and lightly pads over to the wardrobe to get her uniform out while her snoozy puppy snores lightly in her puddle of sunshine.

They’ll pack lunch together.

. . . . .

two:

Seungwan’s sense of smell is vigorous, which is great because it’s also how she shows affection. Sometimes, Joohyun will find herself with a chestful of mopey puppy in the middle of the day while she’s doing whatever she’s doing. She presses her nose into Joohyun’s clothes, or even just her collarbone and takes lungfuls of her mummy’s scent.

“What’s the matter, puppy?” she coos, gently tilting her sniffling Wannie away from her.

Seungwan’s too upset to talk. She wriggles, wanting to latch on again. But Joohyun won’t give in. Not yet.

She takes the tip of a velvet ear between her fingers, giving it a few soft rolls and watching erratic breathing calm down. Truthfully, there’s no need to even ask what the matter is. Those teary eyes can hide nothing from her.

So she resigns, letting Seungwan quietly cuddle into her front.

“It’s maths homework, isn’t it?”

There’s a small nod against her followed by heavy inhales. The vampiress whispers to her baby until the hiccups even out and Seungwan is sound asleep. They’ll work on those equations later on.

Joohyun swears if maths were a person, they’d rue the day they ever hurt her Wannie.

. . . . .

three:

On a slightly more serious note, Joohyun has had to have some talks with her baby about self-assurance and dignity. It was on a walk one afternoon, and Seungwan had seen some other kids over by the swings.

“Swings! Push Wannie?”

Seungwan is always this excited about swings. Swingy Time gets her Wannie just as hyper as Swimmy Time. Joohyun holds her hand as they approach the swingset, ready to wait their turn. She looks down to see a tail held high, poking from underneath the seam of her puffy winter coat, something she learnt puppies do when they’re feeling friendly and happy.

That is, until Seungwan realises that, on second thought, she… didn’t really want to go on the swings after all.

As they near, the vampiress swallows a surprised gasp when Seungwan just… anchors herself to the ground. It takes her a while to figure it out, but when she observes closer, the problem shows itself larger than life.

They’re not hybrids, just regular children.

A pang of heartache twists into her chest as she watches tiny hands move at the speed of light, furiously tucking her tail up and under her coat so it’s way out of sight before making grabs with outstretched arms at the baseball cap on Joohyun’s head.

She knows what Seungwan is doing, but she asks anyway, ready to teach her. “Why, baby?”

Guilty ears flip back and sadly droop down. Seungwan knows she’s been read, but she can’t help it! Those kids are going to run away if they see gross dog ears sticking out of her head!

“G-gib Wannie,” she pouts, quickly remembering her manners when Joohyun raises a brow down at her, “pl-please… mummie.”

“You’re hiding your ears, aren’t you?” The vampiress crouches. “Wan-ah, don’t do that. Don’t hide those cute ears and that happy tail. Mummy loves those so much.”

Seungwan is all but convinced. You may like it, mummie, but– ”when they see, they say Wannie’s weird.”

It’s time to be firm, and Joohyun holds a pouting puppy still. “Look at me, baby.”

Teary eyes meet hers.

“Those kids are not going to make fun of you. And if they do, then mummy won’t be happy with them. And you know what that means, right?”

Seungwan can’t hide her evil smirk. Extra brussel sprouts for their dinners.

“You’re not weird for having these,” she emphasises her point by smoothing a warm, chocolate ear and Seungwan’s eyes begin to close. She squeaks when Joohyun moves to untuck her tail from the base of her coat. “Or this.”

She’ll save the real talks about self-esteem and insecurities for when her puppy is older, but for now, Seungwan just needs to know that her mummy will have her back, come what may.

Hand in hand, they make their way over to the swings and the playing children. And aside from the initial blatant questioning about where she got those added features, Seungwan made a few new friends at the park that day.

(Joohyun was ever ready to pounce at the slightest hint of mean-spiritedness she felt– but she realised that it was just that no beating around the bush way that kids ask questions).

. . . . .

four:

Oh, oh, okay. So Seungwan is a nervous little puppy as much as she’s a friendly one, right? And Joohyun finds that hilarious and heart-wrenching all at once when she watches her pup trying to make new friends but can’t seem to find the right way to introduce herself. It takes all her cooperating brain cells to not either roll about laughing or scoop the little thing up and smother her in reassuring kisses when the ‘I’m Shy, It’z Me’ stance comes out.

Ears pressed flat, eyes burrowed into the ground, tail stiffer than a wooden plank.

The other hybrid kid pokes unsure, searching sniffs at the air around her, clearly very interested in becoming friends.

Aigo, you need a boost, don’t you baby, Joohyun coos, coming up with her magic hands to help her relax. “Wannie, come on. Say hello.”

She gives her shivering puppy a few butt pats to ease the tension. “Aigo, Chaengie won't bite. Look, she’s curling her tail! She wants to play with you, Wannie!”

A coffee-coloured ear springs back up, curiously folding over as Seungwan cocks her head. Chaengie wants to play too? She quickly glances back up at her mummy, as if double-checking with her that that really was the case.

“Mhm,” the vampiress assures with a few more tail pats of encouragement. “What have we said about manners, Wan? What do we do when someone’s happy to see us?”

Seungwan pauses for a second, but eventually looks up with soft, shiny eyes, whispering, “wag tail, mummie.”

Joohyun thinks Seungwan’s innocence in situations like these is astounding, but she knows she’s got the right idea. She smiles and nods in affirmative praise.

We show them we’re happy to see them too–

– so yes, puppy, wag tail.

“Good girl! Go on, you can do it.” Her comforting presence takes a flame to the frozen fluff, and it begins to swish back and forth. Tentatively at first, but then like a speedboat motor, a couple hours later when they’re frolicking in the park, playing tag and one hundred percent best friends now.

Joohyun and Jisoo watch from afar, wondering how those silly kids were ever so shy in front of each other in the first place.

. . . . .

five:

If Joohyun has one complaint, it would be the misfortune of physical growth. The vampiress misses the times where her arm span alone was enough to wrap puppy in a burrito hug during movie nights or… whenever a set of curious eyes spied her mummy’s arms lacking in… well, her. Unfortunately nowadays it’s a bit harder to cocoon her baby like she used to so easily do, only because Seungwan’s sprouted a few inches skywards. But Seungwan doesn’t know that. She still thinks she’s as little as she was when her mummy had spooked her and taken her home that night.

And Joohyun’d be damned if she ever changed that.

. . . . .

six:

Turns out that one way ticket to Nibble City was actually an All Seasons VIP Pass, because Seungwan is unstoppable.

Whenever she finds something she really, really loves, she does these little nibbles on them to show it. And it isn’t just limited to her dino-shaped butter biscuits or Pippin either. There are many things she loves! Mummy the most, of course. And then there are the inanimate objects.

As much as Joohyun doesn’t mind it, Wannie’s habit can prove to be a challenge. Especially when she finds the corners of pillowcases suspiciously frayed when she’s having guests over, or when she’s trying to stir Yerimie’s favourite kimchi soup, only to pick up the wooden ladle and find its handle all wet and indented with tiny teeth.

“Seung-Wan-ah!” she calls… in that tone.

That tone that soon has muffled, panicked thuds reverberating through the house as a little someone makes a break for her toy fort where she’ll be safe from the dragon’s wrath.

She thinks she’s so slick until the dragon herself barges through that door, effortlessly bypassing all Seungwan’s meticulous booby traps and her blue blanket moat. Her castle, her safehold has just been ruined! All lines of defence defeated by the monster herself!

Her fort is under siege, so like any good ruler, Seungwan resorts to playing the deadest of dead. It’s never very effective though, because with just a few tickles, the dragon is able to conjure an innocent little puppy back to life.

“Wannie….”

“Yis, mummie?” she replies, giggling softly.

And then the dragon’s gone and her mummy is back all of a sudden.

Joohyun shakes her head at how easy it is for Seungwan to make her forget why she was mad in the first place.

. . . . .

There are so many more things to list, and the vampiress could go on for centuries about Seungwan’s endearing quirks.

So perhaps she will, but for now, it’s time for a dino-shaped butter biscuit and some cuddles.

See you soon!

small note: this makes me think of you. when you see this, i hope you smile too.

an even smaller note: not proofread. i'll do that in a sec. but i missed them so much too! didn't expect to churn this out at this time but here we go.

#red velvet #wenrene #hybrid au #puppy seungwan #and vampire irene #say hello!#wenrene domestic fluff #its been a while

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leixinyus · 4 years

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“If you returned my bag, I could go there by myself.”

#kim jae wook #eugene #wonderful life #korean drama #manydramagifs #that look of pure agony on his face in the last gif never fails to crack me up #also i will never not be seungwan in this scene #completely weak for sejin's puppy eyes and frustrated at myself for being so easily swayed

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mikrrokosmos · 2 years

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1) why did Yijin go to New York, he described that city as hell and he was being self destructive (smoking, drinking, taking medications). We are just to believe that he would thrive there!?

2) we never see if he moved on from those self destructive tendencies and healed!?!?

3) their entire breakup was so out of character. He said her support was burdensome!? She said they were only lovers in the good times, and not in the bad!? That was literally NEVER proven in the previous episodes!? Like both of those statements simply aren't true!?!!?

4) how the fuck did Yurim and Jiwoong end up together when their love was so much more of the teenage puppy love and they get MARRIED, yet baekdo couldn't!?

5) Seungwan's romance with Yijins little brother was so shoehorned in I was fuming

6) Seungwan didn't get the ending she deserved!? Help her arc was finished so poorly!?

7) THE ENTIRE PRESENT DAY WITH OLDER HEEDO!? It all just. Doesn't feel right.

8) it would have been such better writing if she found that diary YEARS before and she and Yijin reunited; I.E actually following the foundation of their relationship with always finding ways back to each other

9) fuck this finale it's not realistic at all it's bad writing

#I have so many thoughts and none of them are good ones #twenty five twenty one #kdrama #Lindsay speaks

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middle-eastern-queen · 2 years

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Well… that happened I guess.

Ok clown nation, how we feeling? I will preface this by saying that I didn’t watch the episode, and I won’t bother watching the last two episodes at all, but i did basically refresh Twitter a bunch and know everything that happens. I honestly don’t care about how some of y’all are gonna write think pieces about justifying this ending… because I’ll say it now: you are simply WRONG.

The mere fact that Yurim and Jiwoong ended up together, and freaking little brother and Seungwan ended up together… but not Heedo and Yijin … is frankly, one of the stupidest things I’ve seen in Kdrama land in a while. Y’all talked about a “realistic” ending and that was your justification, but this is sooooo far from realistic and we can all agree on that. The fact that Baekdo, the couple with the most story and strongest bond didn’t end up together and couldn’t work out their minor issues, but the rest of puppy dog relationships did… take “realism” and throw it into the trashbag y’all cause this ain’t it. Realism my ass. Seungwan and little Bro?!?! SERIOUSLY?! Also you’re willing to tell me jiwoong and Yurim could work out their long distance relationship and figure things out, but Heedo and Yejin couldn’t? ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?! So stupid and bad and unrealistic, that at this point I’m just laughing.

And the fact that we never found out about the father? The heck? You tease it like in the ENTIRETY of the show, to just disrespect the audience like that? Ew. Not to mention, I find it very disrespectful to audience members that they actually wrote the fact that Heedo moved on completely in seven years with a marriage and CHILD, off screen and for no reason, when Yejin was right there. When they could have just patched things up a couple years later. To have her be completely off the table, and the possibility of them ever being together completely ruined, due to a marriage that happened off screen who we know absolutely nothing about, is so freaking disrespectful. It is so utterly unbelievable and dumb. Not to mention, again, just plain disrespectful to the audience.

Also the moral implications? This is so morally weird to me, I honestly can’t process it. Older Heedo is legit hung up on her ex, while she’s married to another man and has a child with him. Even if you say she’s not “hung up”, she clearly thinks about him, he affects her and her life, privately and professionally… it’s just borderline inappropriate. She Based off her entire workshop after him and the love they shared? WHEN YOU MARRIED SOMEONE ELSE AND YOU HAVE A KID?! To get all emotional when you see him, to get emotional when your mother brings him up, to visit the places you went together like the tunnel… THE HECK?! At one point she said she wants her daughter, Minchae to experience passion like the one she and Yejin had…!!! You want your daughter, to experience a love, THATS NOT LIKE THE ONE WITH HER FREAKING DAD?!?! instead like the one you had with some random dude in the past?! I don’t know who the husband is, but boi divorce her ass cause you deserve better. It’s so morally questionable I can’t fathom what they were trying to do here. ESPECIALLY considering it from an Asian cultural perspective. So ugly.

Needless to say, what a way to ruin a good show. I don’t know what went wrong in the writers room in the last 4 episodes, and what went wrong in the process, but the bad writing and the rushing is evident. These past four episodes, especially the last two, were super forced and rushed and frankly they just sucked. The fact that the freaking brother and seungwan, who got ONE scene, ended up together but not Baekdo… is just ridiculous. This whole “realistic” ending would have been believable had the other couples and group of friends drifted apart too. But that didn’t happen. Everyone and their mother ended up together and was in touch. But Baekdo. FOR SUCH A STUPID AND MINOR REASON TOO. He had to go overseas for a while? Boo-fucking-hoo. You know how many “real” couples have to deal with that in the “real” world?! This was too forced, too rushed, with no logically explanation and completely out of character: just to have that “bittersweet” ending that writers for some reason are obsessed with. And in this case… it was a bad one. Everyone kept in touch, everyone ended up together… BUT Baekdo? PLEASE 🤦🏻‍♀️. It’s so freaking idiotic.

I’m so dissatisfied and disappointed.

#twenty five twenty one #kdrama

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joyswanandonly · 3 years

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YandereMafiaBoss!Irene x Detective!Wendy

disclaimers: yandere, noncon, aphrodisiac \\

hello!! this is my first try at writting, so any criticism is welcome! (but please be nice) ||

Joohyun wasn't a weak woman, not at all. She was a strong and relentless leader, meaning not once she had reneged or faltered.

So it could at least be obvious how confusing it felt for her when her legs trembled at the sight of a new detective. Short black hair, snow pale skin and light-colored eyes, the new puppy assigned to be on her tail was truly a sight to behold. It didn't take long for the mafia boss to fall head over knees for Son Seungwan.

All Joohyun could do all day was think of her, and all she did all day was watch carefully her every step from the shadows. No matter where Seungwan was, you could bet Joohyun was watching from far away.

And don't even try to tell Joohyun that it was unhealthy, people who did would be rewarded with a black eye, that when Joohyun was in a good mood.

But something bothered her deeply. Why wasn't her lovely Detective Son answering her obvious signs of love? Wasn't it enough? Didn't she love her back?

And then she realised. Joohyun needed to show her even more, of course! How could she have been so blind?

Of course she loved Joohyun back, Detective Son was just playing hard to get. All she needed was a little push to reciprocate everything.

But Seungwan was actually very overwhelmed and uneasy by all of this.

Sure, the breakfast baskets every single morning at work with at first cute good morning notes made her think it was one of her coworkers being a secret admirer, like in the cheesy romantic moves she watched before. It was all fun and games, it became a inside joke around the department about Seungwan's secret admirer, people would try and guess who sent in such things for her. And everytime they wouldn't even get close.

But when the baskets would appear more frequently, with things such as lingeries hidden inside of it, with a note saying 'I can't wait to see you wear this', or describing the nasty and libidinous things she would do to Seungwan if she ever got the chance to. The face she would do everytime she found one of these secret little gifts, it was a mix of terror and astonishment.

Of course, Joohyun didn't think of anything more of it than one of her 'cute little faces'. But she knew gifts weren't going to be enough to finally win Detective Son's heart all to herself, and only her. It was about time Seungwan recognized who her soulmate was, and gave all her love in return for the little game she made Joohyun play. It was fun whilst it lasted but she had enough and wanted her prize.

As Seungwan walked home from overworking and staying too late at the department, she heard heels behins her that seemed to follow her ever since she left the place. At first, she thought she was just being paranoic from the tiring day at work, and that must be in her head. But the sudden movement that dragged Seungwan into an alleyway and pushed her against the wall showed otherwise.

"Hello, Detective Son." The feminine voice purred, "Did you have fun playing, hm?"

Seungwan narrowed her eyes, a soft little whimper coming out as a response. Joohyun pressed her body against the detective's, pushing her head to the side and exposing her sensitive neck. She didn't hesitate at all, giving her kisses and gentle bites, even giving her a hickey. Joohyun licked it all the way up to her ear and nibbled onto her earlobe, and all Seungwan could do against this was squirm against, which only made Joohyun chuckle. All she could think about now was having Seungwan all to herself.

"L-let me go.." the poor woman said between gasps.

"Or what, Detective?" Joohyun whispered into her ear. "You're going to arrest me?"

Seungwan hesitantly let out a shaky 'yes', and Joohyun laughed mockingly "Oh my, in this situation?" the leader takes a bottle that containe a pinkish liquid from her pocket and drinks the whole thing, but doesn't swallow the liquid.

And then Seungwan was kissed. But it didn't feel like one. It was rough, too rough to even be considered one, it was more of an assault. Joohyun wanted everything, her lips were so soft and warm, Seungwan tasted so good she didn't want to let go. The older woman wrapped her arms around Seungwan's waist and forcefully pulled her even closer, passing the liquid by their kiss to Seungwan as the smaller, and much more fragile woman pounded her hands against Joohyun's chest for her to let go.

And when Detective's Son was almost passing out, Joohyun lets go and raises her head up by her cheeks, making the woman swallow the aphrodisiac.

As she felt everything go blank and her body get hotter, Seungwan gave Joohyun a last conscient look while breathing heavily.

"Don't give me that look, Detective Son. You didn't leave me any other choice, did you?"

The detective rest her head against Joohyun's chest, panting while the liquid did its work.

"Playing hard to get, ignoring me and my gifts. But don't worry.. I have so many plans for you. Us. Just wait and see."

And then everything went blank. All Seungwan could think of now was being Joohyun's.

#kpop fanfic #kpop yandere #red velvet #wendy #son seungwan #irene #bae joohyun #wenrene #first fanfic #mafia kpop

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lynenspray · 3 years

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Mind if I request “my home is your body” for Wenseul? 🥺🙏🏼

warning: hybrid au, blood mention

some nights, seungwan's tremors are strong enough to shake them both. seulgi wakes in less than a second, concern flooding her veins as her puppy continues to whine. she's always hesitant to touch her, worrying that the abrupt awakening will cause the hybrid to panic and get worse.

"seungwan, shhh, it's okay." seulgi hopes her voice can seep into the blonde's dreams instead, pull her away from cramped cells, matted fur, the scent of blood. "you're here, come back to me."

the hybrid startles awake from her own whimpers, eyes glazed and haunted. then she looks at seulgi, and suddenly they're washed with clarity and gratitude. "seulgi..."

on nights like this, seulgi does her best to cater to seungwans more feral instincts. to mate. to mark. the act grounds her more than words could.

seulgi accommodates her demands, tugging the hybrid's boxers down until she can stroke and lick her until she's red and swollen. when seungwan turns her around and makes her present herself, bites at her neck, growls into her skin– seulgi takes the hybrid's cock without protest. she fucks back and meets her pet's desperate thrusts, just how she likes it, lets her cum inside and fill her with her seed. seulgi reminds seungwan she's here, she's hers.

#lynendrabble #surprisingly this is NOT the first time ive written seul as not gp #gp!wendy #wenseul

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flooffybits · 4 years

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Have You

Idol: Red Velvet

Request: Yes

Anon: hello!! i was reading your dreamcatcher scenario, and i was wondering (if it’s okay) if you could write something similar with red velvet, where you’re the 6th member and get dragged off by a ‘fan’ during a performance and after you get saved, they just baby you and it’s all fluff?? i hope that makes sense but tysm 🥺

Author’s note: I wasn’t sure if anon meant poly or not, so this is kept platonic-ish? One or few of the members have a crush if you squint. ALSO with the request, the situation is similar with what happened to Taeyeon during their RDR performance.

Joohyun counted the people in the room, making sure that all the members were present and weren’t goofing around somewhere right before a performance. It wouldn’t be the first time she would be stressing about her members’ presence.

Sooyoung and Yerim always did like to get in trouble, and being the person that you were, they always managed to drag you with them just by flashing a few pouts and puppy eyes.

Sometimes Seungwan worried with how you could never say no to those two, or any of them in general.

You just loved these girls too much for your own good.

“Joy is getting her makeup done and Yeri is fixing her clothes. Relax.” Seulgi walked up to the leader with an amused smile, patting her shoulder when she walked over and the older girl let out a breath. “Those two are going to drive me insane, one day.” She commented and Seungwan laughed as she turned in her seat. “At least while they’re occupied, Y/n isn’t getting mixed into their pranks.” She gestured to you, sleeping peacefully on the couch while waiting for your turn.

The three smiled, thankful that you were able to get some rest. They were initially worried that you weren’t getting much rest since this comeback. You had always insisted on staying late to practice that Seulgi took it upon herself to watch over you when you stayed in the company for too long.

“Did she sleep at all last night?” Joohyun shook her head, arms crossed with a worried frown. “I fell asleep, near one in the morning, and she was still awake. I kept telling her to rest since we’re performing today, but I don’t think she could.”

“Well, after this, at least she can relax a bit.” Seulgi said, trying to cheer the pair up and stop them from worrying. She understands their concerns, but mulling over it would not be helping any of you.

Finally, it was your turn to get your makeup done so Sooyoung woke you up, carefully due to Joohyun’s warning. “Unnie, you’re up.”

Seeing the pouting girl made you smile before shaking your head as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. “What’s that look for?” You ask her while she crosses her arms. “Irene unnie thought I was going to scare you to wake up.” She huffed, her pout growing as you laughed and then headed to the stylist. “You can’t blame her, Joy.” You say, leaving the girl whining behind you.

After getting your in-ears checked, you walked behind Seungwan, bouncing slightly as your nerves wouldn’t die down. The Canadian probably noticed your nervousness, because she was suddenly looking at you and lacing her fingers with yours to calm you. “It’s okay. You’ll do fine.” She said with a smile and you grin back while holding her hand tighter.

“I don’t know why I still get so nervous like this.” You tell her and she smiles softly while fixing your hair a bit so it didn’t stray to your face. “It’s okay. I never really get used to it, either.” She admits as you let out a breath. “But you always look so calm.” You mutter quietly and she laughs while cupping your cheek. “I might look like it, but it’s only so you can feel comfortable enough to confide in me about your worries.”

With that, she finally leads you to the stage and you squeeze each others hand before getting into position. Joohyun cast you a glance over her shoulder, and you give her a smile before she looks back to the front, a smile on her own face.

The whole exchange with your members had everyone screaming as they watched. The beginning of the song only amplified the yelling until Joohyun started singing and you all fell into step.

When you passed by Yerim during the chorus, she playfully made a face at you, making you bite back a laugh as you spun around to sing your part. And instead of the usual individual pose, Sooyoung had insisted to make a heart with you, which you happily complied and fans loved it.

But during the bridge, you noticed a man coming from the side of the stage. And before you even understood what was going on, he was pulling you off the stage and you blink in surprise before trying to take your hand back.

A ruckus came from the fans and the rest of the girls were surprised by the sudden intrusion. Seulgi and Sooyoung, however, were quick to break from the formation and went after you, Seulgi wrapping her arms around your waist whilst Sooyoung pulled the man away from you and blocking you from the man’s view while staff and security went to take him away.

Turning around, Sooyoung checked your hand while Seulgi examined you from head to toe, asking if you were alright. “I’m okay.” You said shakily, shoulders tense and Sooyoung frowned as she caressed your wrist with her thumb, an outlined of a hand already forming and they know that it’s going to bruise.

Joohyun was already next to Seulgi and firing questions while the other two looked just as worried and Yerim asked the staff to get some ice for your wrist. “Are you sure you’re alright?” Seungwan asked softly as she caressed your head and you nod at them, smiling weakly. “I’m okay. I can finish the performance.” You had told them and they reluctantly agreed after a while of reassuring them.

You didn’t want to disappoint fans by canceling the show, so you were thankful to the adrenaline with numbing the pain on your wrist. It helped you do the entire performance without a problem, but it was obvious that your members were worried about you.

Once you were back in the dressing room, Yerim had the ice pack wrapped around your wrist while Joohyun was taking your in-ears off for you. “I’m okay, really.” You told them, but your words fell upon deaf ears as Joohyun started to take your accessories off, too.

“Where’s Wannie unnie?” You ask instead, seeing as they weren’t going to leave you be. “She went to talk with the staff with Joy. They’re asking about how that guy got through security and on the stage.” Seulgi replied with her lips pursed, a hidden anger in her voice with the lack of security and with what could have happened to you.

Yerim was being careful with your hand, cradling it before lifting the pack and looking up at you. “How does it feel?” She asked with a frown before you offer her a small smile. “It’s okay, not hurting as much.” You blame it on the adrenaline, but it’s slowly leaving your body as you slump in your seat and Joohyun runs her fingers through your hair with a sigh.

“That was useless.” Sooyoung muttered with a scowl when she and Seungwan finally came back, making your head perk up. “They just kept apologizing. They said that they thought he was part of the staff, which was why he was able to get to the stage without anyone stopping him.” Seungwan said with a bit of irritation on her face until it melted into one of concern as her eyes found yours.

You could already tell that they were not going to let this one go so easily, so you decided that putting up a fight was not going to help you and just allowed them to do everything as they insisted. Though Yerim never left your side, still holding your hand delicately, as if it would break if not handled properly, then pressing a few light kisses on the bruised area in hopes of making it feel better.

When you got to the van, Seulgi was next to you while you were between her and Joohyun. Both girls were cuddled up to you, though the former was trying to be less obvious, her hand resting on your leg while the dancer had her arms around you and her head on your shoulder. You could feel yourself relaxing, finally, as you melted into the two older girls. Your eyes fell shut and without even realizing, you had fallen asleep.

The next time your eyes open, you’re already back in the dorm and you’re surprised when you notice that you’re in bed. “Joy carried you, don’t worry.” Yerim just came in with a few items in her hand as she smiled at you. “Wendy unnie made sure that your hand isn’t too painful so she said to keep the ice on it.” She gestured to the cloth wrapped around your hand before carefully pulling it off, checking on your wrist. “Does it still hurt?” She asked carefully as her finger ran along your skin and you try to move it around before shaking your head.

“Only a little bit, but only when I move it.” You answer, making the younger girl nod. “Okay. We have some painkillers in case you need them.” She nodded more to herself before standing up. “Dinner is almost done, so you should rest some more, unnie.” She pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before exiting the room.

But instead of staying in your room, you decided to check on the others. You’ve caused them a lot of worries so you wanted to make sure that they weren’t exactly stressed out about what happened. They were all visibly upset by the sudden events so you wanted to relieve them in a way.

“Y/n! You’re awake.” Sooyoung is the first to spot you, dropping the snacks she was carrying and then walking to you. “Are you feeling better?” She asks, her eyes falling to your wrist briefly before she’s pouting and then hugging you. “I swear, I’m going to hunt that guy down for hurting you.” She muttered into your hair when she buried her nose to it and you smile lightly before rubbing her back. “I’m fine, Joy. You don’t have to do that.”

“But he hurt you!” She protests but you shake your head. “I’m okay. You and Seulgi unnie rescued me, so I’m fine.” You say with a smile but it doesn’t completely wipe away her concern as she holds you, still. “I know, but still.” She pouted once she pulled away and you giggle before cupping her face. “Stop pouting. I thought you were sexy dynamite?” You teased, and she rolled her eyes before pulling you to the couch.

“I still am. But when my Y/n unnie is hurt, she needs all the affection.” She proclaims, making you laugh when she cuddled you. “And I thought you were still in your room.” The leader’s voice suddenly reached your ears when she came into the living room.

You wave with your uninjured hand before she’s sitting next to you, the opposite side of Sooyoung and asking to check on your wrist. You carefully bring it out and she examines it closely, her fingertips, light against the tender flesh and then she’s sighing. “I’m going to put some ointment on it, later.”

“Unnie, that isn’t necessary.” But she gives you a look before you could say more and you end up groaning as she kisses your forehead when she stands up. “You’re hurt. Of course I’m taking care of you.” She stated and Sooyoung giggled while she continued nuzzling into your side.

“Lighten up. It’s not every day we get the chance of looking after you like this.” Yerim says when she joins the two of you, taking Joohyun’s place before she’s laying her head on your lap then taking your hand to rest over her chest as she laced your fingers together.

You huff at her claim but don’t argue. Of course you knew because you always refused to burden your members. They already had their own things to deal with, so you didn’t want to add to their troubles by having to look after you, but they have told you countless times that it was okay to tell them when you needed help.

“You’re always taking care of us, so at least give us this time to do the same for you.” Sooyoung says softly when she runs her fingers through your hair and you sigh while nodding your head.

The food is done moments after and you’re being ushered to the table after cuddling with the two younger girls. Seulgi had gone to call you, hugging you when she saw you and then pecking your cheek a few times while you made your way to the table. She pulled the chair for you before you sat down and then smiled as she patted your hair.

Seungwan pressed a kiss to your forehead after setting the food in front of you before you found yourself seated between the 94 liners. Just when you thought they would let up a bit, they took turns in feeding you, much to your embarrassment.

A bright blush appeared on your cheeks as you tried to pull back, but they insisted. “I-I can eat by myself, though.” You argue and Seungwan sighs. “Y/n, you said that it hurts to move, so we’re not going to let you use your hand until it stops hurting.” She said firmly. “Now, eat.”

You couldn’t really refuse, not when all of them are looking at you with the same pleading look in their eyes and you could only sigh, though with a smile on your face as you shook your head.

Though the day may not have gone as you had hoped, these girls would always be there for you when you needed them. Even when it looked a bit too much, you knew that everything they did, they did with the best intentions.

As different as the five of them were, they were all the same when it came to you and you loved them with all your heart. These girls would do everything for you and vice versa, which was why you were willing to endure the embarrassment so long as it made them happy.

So when you were all done and ready to sleep, you were surprised to see the little fort they made in the living room. Both Sooyoung and Yerim got the pillows from all of your rooms when Joohyun was treating your hand and the four of them worked on fixing the whole thing. By the time you were heading back to your room, you were brought there instead and were in the middle of the entire thing.

Laughing as they threw their arms and legs over you, you looked at the girls fondly while squeezing Seungwan’s hand and nuzzling Joohyun’s head. “I love you guys.”

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“cherry blossoms”

bae joohyun x fem reader

word count: 4,386

warnings: some swears

a/n: wow, I suddenly got really motivated and was able to write this one in just a day :D, a Seulgi one will be coming next followed by either Joy or Yeri! I hope you guys like this one, I tried out a different writing style for it.

Irene’s gaze falls out the window as she rests her chin in her palms, peacefully watching as the breeze gently brushes against the towering cherry blossom trees that line the streets, causing their blooming flowers to slowly float downwards in wide spirals before settling amongst the bustling pedestrians. Irene sighs contentedly, April has always been her favorite time of year, even before she moved to Seoul five years ago. The brunette has always had a special appreciation for the cherry blossom season, the pink flowers taking her back to the times before her debut, where she’d spend the small two week period bounding through the winding Buk-gu district parks, her older sister just barely trailing behind as Joohyun occasionally stopped to collect the delicate blossoms, her giggles echoing through the warm spring air.

But she realizes, almost bitterly, that those times have long since passed, and by now, Joohyun, South Korea’s freshly turned thirty-year-old it girl, is much too refined to spend her days playing amongst the flowers.

“Joohyun?” Irene jumps in surprise as she feels a hand lightly grasp her shoulder, turning to see Red Velvet’s maknae, Kim Yerim, smiling apologetically at the older girl. “We have to go.”

Irene nods, watching as Yeri runs to join the rest of her members who are currently animatedly chatting away as they await alongside her manager and bodyguard at the café exit. Joohyun stands, stretching her limbs out before reaching for her face mask and black baseball cap, quickly adjusting both around her face.

“Did you enjoy your alone time?” Wendy teases as Irene approaches the group, Seulgi, and Joy both quietly snickering beside her, while Yerim silently types away on her phone. Irene rolls her eyes.

“Yes, it’s much easier to properly think without mosquitos buzzing in your ear.” She says dryly.

Seungwan cackles, pinching her leader’s cheek and quickly stopping as both girls notice their manager whose eyebrows are narrowed in an unamused expression. “Are we ready to hear the schedule for today, or are we going to continue acting half our age?”

Joohyun’s cheeks redden as she mumbles out an apology, and her manager begins to drone out a long list of today’s activities. Irene’s eyes begin to wander back outside as her manager speaks, her focus moving to the two young children chasing each other through the blossom laden roads, the sounds of their sweet laughter being left in their wake. “I’d like to go for a walk before we leave.” Irene suddenly says, and her manager lets out an exasperated sigh.

“Joohyun, we don’t have time for-“

“I want to as well!” Seulgi chirps with a crescent eyed smile, cheerily holding up her camera. “The weather is really good for pictures.”

Seungwan waves her hand in the air excitedly. “Me too! Plus we still have time before our photoshoot.”

Joohyun giggles softly as Sooyoung and Yerim join in on the chorus of begging, their high pitched whines causing their manager to rub his forehead in thought and irritation.

“Fine!” He finally exclaims, checking his watch. “You have ten minutes.”

The Red Velvet members cheer, splitting off into their own groups as they file outside with Irene politely declining Wendy’s offer to check out the boutique across the street, instead opting to walk aimlessly down the busy Seoul streets, enjoying the faint scent of the cherry blossoms drifting through the air.

It’s times like this she misses most, Irene thinks as she pulls her hat just a little lower, the times when she wasn’t one of Korea’s most famous celebrities, but rather just Bae Joohyun, the shy and quiet girl from the Daegu providence, able to wander the city whenever she wanted or even just sleep in past seven. But even as she watches the children play and the rowdy teens jostle each other around, Joohyun knows she wouldn’t have it any other way. She likes her life now, as different as it may be from the peaceful one she once had.

“Look out!” Irene’s eyes flick upwards at the sound, eyes widening as a girl looking around Sooyoung’s age comes bombing down the sidewalk on a skateboard, slamming her foot into the pavement as Joohyun quickly steps to the left, watching in shock as the sudden force of the stop causes the girl to go flying off her board, landing with a loud thump in the spot where Joohyun had just been standing.

Irene blinks, before moving to grab the girl’s skateboard and rushing to her side. “Are you okay?” She asks worriedly, helping the girl stand.

Irene is surprised when the girl, who is only a couple inches taller than Joohyun, only laughs heartily, brushing the dirt off her knees, and patting down her shirt. “Never better!” She says with a large smile, taking the board from Irene’s hands and tucking it under her arm. “I’m really sorry for almost hitting you and I’d love to make it up to you but I gotta go, my shift starts in five minutes.”

Joohyun gapes at the young girl, slightly put off by her almost puppy-like personality, and for the first time noticing the girl’s unique beauty, her sparkling brown eyes and slightly mussed hair helping her achieve a certain type of gorgeous that Irene feels outmatches her own and reminds the brunette of a female classmate whom she used to frequently admire back when she lived in Daegu.

“It’s okay,” Irene finally manages to say, tearing her eyes away from the girl and cringing as her voice comes out a little more shaky than she would’ve liked. “Maybe you should walk the rest of the way through.”

“Will do!” The girl says, making a saluting motion that Joohyun notes is eerily akin to something Seungwan would do, but unlike when Wendy does it, Irene finds it oddly charming and even a little heartwarming.

“You know,” Joohyun says with a chuckle, feeling that same fluttering feeling in her stomach that she used to feel when she was near her Daegu classmate. “You’d better go before you’re too late.”

“Oh!” The taller girl exclaims, a look of embarrassment coming to her face as she bashfully rubs the back of her neck, a toothy grin spreading across her lips, which Joohyun realizes she’s been staring intently at. “Right! But If I ever see you again, I definitely owe you a coffee.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” Joohyun says kindly, pushing down the saddening thought that she’d most likely never see the younger girl again, before urging her to hurry along.

Irene watches the girl with a smile as she takes off, waiting a few moments before uttering a few choice swear words, realizing that just like the girl in Daegu, she finds this new one insanely attractive, and can already feel herself developing a crush on the stranger.

For a second, Joohyun stands, soaking in the warm sun and admittedly, thinking about the girl’s warm smile, before finally deciding to set off again, her eyes almost immediately falling upon an object laying on the ground around where the girl had fallen earlier, and perhaps foolishly Irene bends down to pick it up, quickly identifying it.

“Hey! Your wallet!” Joohyun calls, but by then the girl is so far away that Irene can’t even see her, and with a humored sigh Irene decides to follow after the girl’s general direction, only to be cut short by the feeling of her phone vibrating within her pocket. Joohyun’s eyes widen as she pulls it out, reading the caller ID and instantly recognizing her manager’s name. Hastily she hits the accept call button.

“Hello?” She says, tucking the wallet into her trench coat and mentally noting to find the gorgeous girl later (something that definitely excites her) as she begins to walk at a brisk speed back towards the way she came.

“It’s been fifteen minutes Joohyun!” Her manager cries, and Irene can already imagine his distressed expression as she quickens her pace to a light jog. “You have a photoshoot in less than an hour!”

“I know, I’m sorry, I’ll be there in a minute,” Irene promises, hanging up as she dodges a pedestrian, spotting the café up ahead and swiftly closing the gap between her and there, arriving with her cheeks only slightly red from the exertion. Her manager simply shakes his head when he spots Irene, motioning for her to enter the transportation van before walking around the vehicle to get in the passenger side.

“You’re late,” Sooyoung remarks with a smirk as Irene climbs in, her breath already having evened out by then.

“As if you don’t hold us up ninety percent of the time,” Joohyun snaps, sitting down beside Yerim and taking off her hat to fix her windblown hair.

Seulgi laughs as Sooyoung feigns offense, the two beginning to get into a friendly argument, Irene’s tardiness seemingly already forgotten.

“What took you so long?” Yeri asks after a few minutes, her eyebrows raised in question.

Joohyun turns from the window to face her maknae, a small blush spreading across her face as she’s reminded of the gorgeous girl from before. “I ran into,” Joohyun bites her lip. “Someone.”

“Someone you know?”

“No,” Irene says quietly. “She was a stranger.”

“Was she pretty?” Yeri questions with a mischievous look.

Irene huffs, beginning to get annoyed by the younger girl’s antics. “Yes.”

Yeri’s eyes widen and she lets out a loud and boisterous laugh, clapping her hands together, and Joohyun gets the feeling that Yerim has already figured out about her tiny crush. “Quiet down Yerim,” Irene hisses.

Yeri rolls her eyes but lowers her voice nonetheless. ”Do you know her name?”

Irene frowns as she realizes that no, she does not. “No,” Irene says, suddenly becoming aware of the weight in her pocket, and pulling it out. “But I have her wallet.”

“Did you steal it?” Yerim asks excitedly.

“What the- No!” Irene scowls, sparingly slapping Yeri on the back of her head. “She dropped it and I didn’t have time to give it back to her!”

“Lame!” Yeri teases, snatching the wallet from Joohyun and beginning to rifle through it, harshly elbowing the older girl when she tries to take it back. “Quit it Joohyun,” Yeri exclaims. “I’m looking for her ID, don’t you wanna know her name?”

“Whose name?” Wendy chimes in, Yerim’s sudden shouts having attracted her attention.

“Some hot girl Joohyun met earlier,” Yeri answers, causing Seungwan to chuckle, and Joohyun briefly buries her head in her hands.

“And her name is,” Yerim smirks, proudly holding up a driver’s license. “Holy shit, she is hot-“ Wendy peers over Yerim’s shoulder, nodding in agreement, and Irene pinches Yeri’s side causing her to squeal. “Sorry, her name is Kwon Y/n.”

Joohyun grabs the license and wallet from Yeri, and she smiles slightly as she sees the younger girl’s face, instantly deciding she likes the name Y/n, and feeling it fits the girl perfectly. “How am I even going to find her though?” Joohyun says with a sigh, putting both items back in her coat pocket.

Seungwan raises a brow, pulling out her phone. “You said her name was Kwon Y/n?” She presses her phone into Yerim’s lap. “Is this the right Hangul for Y/n?” Yeri nods.

“She works at the coffee shop a couple blocks away from the café we were just at,” Wendy says after a few minutes.

“How did you even figure that out?”

Wendy grins at Irene. “I’m the search king Joohyun!”

“Just call and see when she’s working,” Irene sighs.

///

Joohyun blinks wearily, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she looks out the car window, watching as the cherry blossoms blend into one long pink stream, her head slowly bobbing along to the guitar riff of Molly Burch’s Downhearted, a song chosen by Seulgi, who had happily volunteered to take Joohyun (and Yerim) to the coffee shop after Yeri told her about Joohyun’s encounter last night.

“So are you excited?” Seulgi asks, reaching to turn down the music volume. “You haven’t liked a girl for like seven years.”

Joohyun glances in the rearview mirror, eyes landing on Yeri, who has her earbuds plugged in and seems to be blissfully unaware of everything around her. “I guess,” Irene says, crossing her arms. “And I’m going to graciously pretend you didn’t say that last part.”

Seulgi snickers. “As if it’s not true.”

“Whatever,” Irene mumbles, cranking the volume up and drowning out Seulgi’s laughs, choosing to focus on the passing scenery for the rest of the car ride, and doing her best to ignore the bubbling anxiety in her stomach.

“We’re here,” Seulgi says ten minutes later, and Irene laughs as her bandmate turns to throw a one hundred won coin at Yeri.

“What the fuck Seulgi!” Yeri exclaims, ripping out her earbuds and rubbing her head.

“You didn’t hear me when I said we’re here.” Seulgi smirks, unlocking the car doors and getting out with Joohyun following closely behind, clutching Y/n’s wallet.

Irene hears Yeri mumble a few more swear words before exiting the car, running to catch up with the two older girls, wearing a scowl on her face as Seulgi holds the door open for her with a teasing smile, and Yeri, in retaliation, stomps on the older girl’s foot, and the two instantly begin to bicker.

Ignoring the two girl’s antics, Irene slips into the shop, the faint smell of vanilla instantly entering Irene’s nostrils. For a second Irene looks around, admiring the creamy yellow walls that are covered in abstract paintings. Irene is pleased to see that no other customers inhabit the shop, the only visible person there besides the three Red Velvet members, being the blonde-haired female worker whose back is currently turned, and Irene silently observes her as she works, noting that they look to be shorter than even Wendy.

“Is that her?” Joohyun doesn’t get a chance to respond as Seulgi brushes past her, confidently walking up to the counter, and waving at the barista, who seems to have gone into shock, clearly having recognized the trio, all of them having decided earlier to not wear their face masks.

Irene’s eyes widen, rapidly shaking her head no and Seulgi’s cheeks redden as the barista lets out a high pitched squeal and grabs Seulgi’s arm, causing Yeri to laugh aloud as she sneakily pulls her phone out to film the moment.

“Minseo! Why are you screaming?” Joohyun‘s eyes flicker in the direction of the voice, a tall figure appearing from the back room wearing a frown, swiftly moving to remove her coworker from Seulgi with an apologetic grimace. Seulgi glances back at Irene, her eyebrows raised in silent question and Joohyun mouths a yes, her eyes falling upon Y/n, and she swears her heart flutters a little as she takes in the younger girl, who is wearing a low hanging bun that peeks out of the back of her hat, a look that Joohyun definitely appreciates.

“R-red Velvet!” The girl, Minseo, stutters out pointing first to Seulgi, then to Yeri, and finally Irene.

Y/n’s glances around at the three girls, her brown eyes briefly landing on Irene, a hint of recognition seeming to flicker in them before she turns back to her coworker. “Ah they’re that idol group you like, right?” Y/n says with a grin, patting Minseo’s back gently.

The smaller girl nods meekly, and Y/n chuckles, her gaze once again returning to Irene, who smiles gently in response. “I recognize your eyes,” She says suddenly, beaming at Joohyun. “You’re Joohyun, aren’t you? The girl I almost ran over yesterday and called about my wallet.”

Irene nods, holding up the wallet tossing it to the taller girl who catches it with ease, and Joohyun’s eyes widen as Y/n literally jumps the counter almost knocking Irene over as she is swept into a tight embrace, that Irene melts into, breathing in the girl’s scent, instantly relaxing and Joohyun decides there and then that her new favorite smell is whatever fabric softener Y/n uses.

“Minseo, please get these three any coffees they want.” Y/n says, releasing Irene, and Seulgi and Yeri who were taking a photo with Minseo high five, cheering loudly.

Joohyun shakes her head at this, watching in amusement as her two younger members excitedly order two dalgona coffees.

“What about you?” Y/n asks Irene, gently grabbing the older girl’s hand, and Joohyun jumps.

“I don’t like coffee,” Irene says, a blush rising to her cheeks.

Y/n cocks her head, seemingly confused before her face turns back to a large grin. “How about tea?”

“That would be great,” Irene says softly, her lips beginning to curve upwards as well.

“Oh, by the way,” Y/n says, leaning into Joohyun, and whispering into her ear, causing the older girl to shiver. “I hope this makes up for yesterday.”

Joohyun laughs at the taller girl, lightly poking Y/n‘s side and making her yelp. “It’s a start.” Joohyun jokes.

Y/n chuckles, her sparkling brown eyes moving to her blonde haired coworker who seems to be struggling with the coffee machine. “I should really go help her.” She says, directing Joohyun to a table. “Let’s talk more when we’re finished though.“

Irene nods, seating herself and watching as Y/n leaps back over the counter, joining Minseo and making a teasing remark at her coworker’s efforts.

“Yerim was right,” Seulgi says as she and Yeri sit down beside Joohyun. “She is hot.”

Joohyun’s cheeks go red as she kicks Seulgi under the table, the two swiftly beginning to fall into a friendly argument, all while Yerim watches, occasionally making witty comments of her own before quickly shutting up when the two older girls send her a warning glare, all of them suddenly coming to a silence as Minseo and Y/n reappear, drinks in hand.

“So you guys are idols?” Y/n asks as she sets Irene’s mug in front of her. “That’s so cool, I wish I had the talent for that!”

Irene glances at the younger girl, noting to herself that the girl definitely had the looks and body for an idol, but bites her tongue as she begins to open her mouth and say that, deciding it would be too straight forward.

However, to her left, Yerim smiles proudly, starting to tell Y/n all about Red Velvet and their latest comeback, while Joohyun silently listens along, watching as the steam rises from her tea in long, billowing, swirls, her thoughts returning to the feeling of y/n’s arms wrapped around her. Irene sighs, a feeling of contentment filling her as she takes a sip from her cup, realizing that from this angle she can once again smell Y/n’s flowery scent.

“What fabric softener do you use?” Irene asks suddenly and Yeri chokes on her coffee beside her, Seulgi begins to laugh at both girls before her phone rings and she politely excuses herself.

Irene sinks into her chair, feeling embarrassed, but Y/n simply smiles at Joohyun, and the older girl finds herself once again at ease. “I don’t know. I can see when I get home though.”

Irene beams at the younger girl appreciatively, and Joohyun swears she hears Yeri coo teasingly.

“Hey, you two” Seulgi says pointing at Joohyun and Yerim as she returns to the table. “We have to go, we have an interview in an hour.”

Yerim makes a whining sound, and Irene smiles sadly at y/n, swearing she can see a hint of disappointment lingering in the other girl’s brown eyes, and Joohyun’s stomach drops. Perhaps against her better judgment and knowing full well her manager would chide her for this if he found out, Irene pulls a pen from her purse, quickly scribbling her number on a spare napkin and pushing it towards the younger girl with newfound confidence. “Text me when you find out.” She says, following Yeri and Seulgi out.

And a couple hours later as Joohyun is getting her makeup retouched for a post-interview photoshoot, she receives a text.

I use Pigeon btw :)

Joohyun laughs and her makeup artist scolds her to keep still.

///

It’s a couple months later that Joohyun finds herself in Red Velvet’s shared dorm room, alone with Y/n, the rest of her members having agreed to go out for the night and leave the two alone to watch a shitty chick flick that only Y/n was really paying attention to, Joohyun being more focused on stealing looks at the gorgeous girl, who is currently allowing Irene to rest her head upon her shoulder.

Joohyun has come to realize that the twenty-four-year-old girl loves skinship and cuddling, something that Joohyun definitely doesn’t mind, and happily obliges to. But as Joohyun stares at Y/n, admiring her delicate features, Irene can’t help but feel a certain sadness.

Since her time at the coffee shop, Irene has only fallen harder for Y/n, and every day it seems to get more difficult for the brunette to ignore. With each melodic laugh of the younger girl or relaxed half-smile, Joohyun only wants to call Y/n her own even more, a fact that Y/n remains blissfully unaware of, despite the constant urges of Joohyun’s members who have also come to enjoy Y/n’s company.

Irene remembers her conversation with her bandmates last night, when she had first asked them to leave the dorm for the night, recalling how all the girls, even the troublesome maknae, seemed to agree that Y/n liked Joohyun just as much if not more. But still, Irene is unsure, not even knowing if Y/n likes girls.

“Rene!” Joohyun flinches as Y/n flicks a piece of popcorn at the older girl, smiling slightly at the nickname Y/n had begun to call her a couple weeks ago. “The movie is over. Should we watch another?”

Joohyun only looks at the younger girl, resisting the urge to reach out and trace Y/n’s soft-looking lips.

“Joohyun?” Y/n asks, brows furrowing as she waves a hand in front of Irene’s face. “Are you alive?”

Irene’s eyes widen. “Yeah,” She mumbles, “Sorry.”

“Alright,” Y/n says, moving so she’s facing Irene, taking the older girl’s hand in her own. “What’s wrong, you’ve been acting weird this whole week and your fingers are doing that twitching thing you do when you’re upset.”

Irene bites her lip, realizing that she has been acting off the past few days, a little more spacey than usual, and as she gazes into Y/n’s worried eyes, she sighs looking down into her lap. Joohyun‘s thoughts drift to the Daegu girl, who she had spent years pining over, simply because she was too afraid to do anything, and maybe it’s time, Irene thinks, to just get it over with and ask Y/n what she desperately wants to. To see if there is a chance, for Joohyun who has never had intimacy before, aside from a few quick flings, to find lasting love and comfort with Y/n, who could like girls.

However, Joohyun also knows the crushing side of that equation, realizing that there is also a chance that the younger girl does not like girls, and Irene is just a friend to her. But as Irene closes her eyes, focusing on her breathing, she pictures herself with Y/n, and she wants it so bad, her heart swelling with courage as she squeezes Y/n’s hand.

“Y/n,” Joohyun finally whispers after a long silence, glancing hesitantly into Y/n’s sparkling brown eyes. “Do you like girls?”

Irene can’t quite decipher the look Y/n gives her, but she can definitely feel the dread budding in her stomach as Y/n softly let’s go of Joohyun’s hand, moving it to rest on Joohyun’s thigh. “I like guys. But-“

Joohyun freezes at the younger girl’s words, wishing she could just disappear as a sudden iciness spreads through her body. Abruptly, Joohyun sits up, cheeks filling with embarrassment as she hurriedly moves away from Y/n, her body suddenly jerking to a stop as Y/n grabs her wrist, pulling the older girl close and pressing her lips against Joohyun’s. Irene hesitates at first, before beginning to kiss Y/n back, her fingers moving to tangle themselves amongst the younger girl’s hair. Joohyun bites down on Y/n’s lower lip, her tongue moving to explore Y/n’s mouth, causing her to let out a moan, a sound that makes Irene’s heartbeat quicken. Joohyun visibly frowns as Y/n slowly breaks away from Irene, a small smile beginning to spread across the younger girl's lips.

“You didn’t let me finish Joohyun,” Y/n laughs softly, her hands move to gently cup Irene’s delicate face. “I like guys, but I also like girls.”

And for some reason, Joohyun starts to cry.

///

Irene feels like a child again when she’s with Y/n. She feels that same joy she felt when she lived in Daegu, the happiness and innocence that she found herself missing last year finally found again, something she especially feels as she walks through the winding paths of her favorite park, hand tightly clutching Y/n’s.

“Thank you for coming,” Joohyun says as she and Y/n take a seat on a bench, Irene sighing contentedly as she watches the cherry blossoms trees shaking in the breeze.

Y/n nods, grinning broadly and reaching out to catch a falling flower. “Of course, you know I love visiting your hometown.”

Irene smiles at the taller girl, allowing Y/n to gently place a blossom behind her ear.

“I love you,” Y/n says, running her fingers through Joohyun’s hair which has been recently cut short.

Joohyun tilts her head, pulling Y/n into a soft kiss just as the April wind begins to pick up, sending the fallen cherry blossoms into a whirlwind of pink that seems to magically encapsulate the two girls, hiding them in their own world, even if only for a moment.

“I love you too,” Joohyun whispers.

And who better, Irene thinks, as she presses her lips to Y/n’s again, to share her favorite time of year with.

#girl group scenarios #girl group imagines #red velvet scenario #red velvet imagines #irene x reader #red velvet x reader #red velvet #irene #irene imagines #irene scenarios #red velvet fluff #bae joohyun #bae joohyun x reader

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bluesprng · 4 years

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— masterlist ♦

updated; 09282020

stray kids

bang chan - off limits - boyfriend - darling - shoot me - eros - weird - run - nibs - bang chan - 805 - secrets - church - naps - stfu - 2215 - future - failure - tea - 1105 - 0607 - 0122 - surprise - bad guy - 1914 - sleepy - icky feelings - 37

lee minho - oblivious - run - carnations - 0115 - 1724 - will you still love me tomorrow - mine - 1442 - 37

seo changbin - 342 - sober - birthday cake - sleepy mornings - trust me

hwang hyunjin - just knock - baby - boyfriend - so many things - i love you - wolf - burnt - lights out - 1625

han jisung - 2:00 am - jersey - baby - hann ☣ - american girls - protection ☣ - ugly christmas sweaters - comfort - sleepless - worry - fine - 2105 - don’t leave - storms - this isn’t a love story - 2152 - 0340

felix lee - i got you - sweaters - rare - boyfriend - and july - i’m a mess - turn right - 1007 - flushed - missing him - let go - 2042 - morning - random things - 0617

lee seungmin - hugs - boyfriend - fading

yang jeongin - 1753

ot8 - trust - gotham city - makeup - slip up

ateez

park seonghwa

kim hongjoong - 1403 - 1352 - 0225 - pretty

jeong yunho

kang yeosang - 0213

choi san

song mingi

jung wooyoung

choi jongho

ot8 - what love is - used to pt1 - used to pt2 - i love you

a.c.e

lee donghun - mistakes - 43

kim sehyoon - 43

park junhee - delusional

kim byeongkwan - sober - 43

kang yuchan

nct

moon taeil - wonderland - wolf

johnny suh - shower - call my name ☣ - ears - facial - not what it looks like - better now - wolf

lee taeyong - stupid - amphictyonis

nakamoto yuta - little black book - baby, don’t like it - wolf

qian kun

kim dongyoung

ten - little black book - perfect

jung jaehyun - 1625

dong sicheng

kim jungwoo

wong yukhei

mark lee - need to touch - wolf - spin - unrealistic - prince - dust ☣ - laundry - 1527

xiao dejun

wong kunhang

huang renjun - oblivious - wolf - hold my hand - all mine - 1914

lee jeno - hatley st. - sleepy jealousy - wolf - always - prince - 1532

lee donghyuck - little black book - wolf - what if you do? - nightmares

na jaemin - friends - wolf

liu yangyang

zhong chenle - ignore it ☣ - puppy - prince

park jisung - take my hand - wolf - 1921

ot21 - cat hyrbids - do my makeup

day6

park jaehyung - perfectly perfect - high hopes - insomnia

park sungjin

kang younghyun

- monster among men

kim wonpil

yoon dowoon

got7

mark tuan - bites

im jaebum - 0517

jackson wang

park jinyoung - 3:00 am

choi youngjae - oh, shit

bambam

kim yugyeom

ab6ix

jeon woong

kim donghyun

park woojin

lee daehwi - truthfully

astro

kim myungjun

park jinwoo

lee dongmin

moon bin

park minhyuk

yoon sanha

ot6 - hybrids

ikon

kim jinhwan - 0120

song yoonhyun

kim jiwon - baby

kim donghyuck

koo junhoe

jung chanwoo

winner

kim jinwoo

lee seunghoon

song minho - baby

kang seungyoon

pentagon

jo jinho

lee hoetaek

yang hongseok

ko shinwan

yeo changgu

yan an - 1552

adachi yuto

kang hyunggu

jung wooseok

bts

kim seokjin

min yoongi

jung hoseok

kim namjoon

park jimin - 0012

kim taehyung

jeon jungkook - 2239

blackpink

kim jisoo

kim jennie

roseanne park - comfort

lalisa manoban - too early... or late?

red velvet

bae joohyun

kang seulgi - f.r.i.e.n.d.s - baby - open your eyes

son seungwan

park sooyoung

kim yerim

solo

kim hanbin - needing a friend - in my place - dally - kids don’t fly - 0920

kang daniel - blue - shoveling snow

park jihoon - small places - my dicks bigger

chaptered / series

soulmates // hyunjin, jeongin - 1 / 2 / 3

long way home // chris, felix - 1 / 2

september // changbin, felix - 1 / 2

to feel loved // johnny, jaehyun - 1 / 2

reputation // minho - 1 / 2 / 3

velvet chains // ateez - 1

midnight march // nct - 1

skype

lee felix - 1

han jisung - 1

hwang hyunjin - 1 / 2

seo changbin - 1

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peekabae · 3 years

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𝑅𝑒𝑑 𝑉𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝐺𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠.❦

Irene/Bae Joohyun

silent soft gf

lowkey (highkey) a tsundere

she’ll be “you’re wrong”

but then will hold your hand

and you’re like

????

if you’re taller than her she’ll have a love hate relationship with it

like she like the warmth of it when she WANTS to cuddle

but she’ll hate getting teased

especially if she can’t reach something

if you’re shorter than her be prepared to be unconsciously pampered

she’ll compare you to her (as if she isn’t 5’3)

call you tiny (again shes 5’3)

but she’ll have the urge to take care of you more

also makes her lowkey jealous/possessive

you’d have to cook because she’d burn the house down

she will lowkey cuddle with you even if she doesn’t like physical affection

just because she likes being close to you

will definitely smack your ass-

at first the pda is N O N E X I S T A N T

but over time she’ll start to cling to you

her time and her words are really how she shows love

overall she’ll pretend to be distant but she really enjoys your company

Kang Seulgi

soft aesthetic gf

seulgi is literally my ideal type

(i say this about all of rv)

She’d be the one to wake up and squish herself into your chest

lazy mornings

she’ll want you to stay in bed

probably would take you on her adventures around korea

be prepared to take a lot of photos

if you aren’t on her instagram feed at least once she doesn’t like you

it takes you a really really long time to understand her

(this girl drank river water...i’m- she-)

you get used to it

as well as her clumsiness

she clings to you more than irene but not as strong as joy

you two just have lazy couple cuddles

she’ll make you crafts/art/paintings as gifts

probably will make you a photo book as an anniversary gift

pls i will C R Y

she’s just an ideal gf

god i love her

Son Seungwan/Wendy

Lazy Parent gf

irdk how to explain it

but she’s pretty chill

but it is always in a caring type way

for example

“you want some snacks from the gas station?”

she’d definitely be the type of person to tease you but i that annoying cute way that everyone around you hates

she’d 100% boop your nose

PICK UP LINES FOR DAYS

if you don’t do karaoke LEAVE

she’ll be the big and little spoon

honestly she’ll sing you to sleep

i feel like you guys would be more like best friends with benefits

but instead of benefits it’s loving and caring and wanting to make sure you’re always comfy...with benefits???

overall very wholesome relationship

i want to hold her hand

Park Sooyoung/Joy

GIVE HER AFFECTION type gf

she’s literally perfect

so you have to be perfect to

lol no you don’t

at first you’re gonna think you have to be

i mean just LOOK AT HER

you just melt at her smile

but overtime youre gonna realize she likes you for you

she will most definitely use her charms against you

“Can I please get this puppy??”

que the cute eye smile with HER BRIGHT TEETH

and next thing you know you have another new dog

she’ll like picnic dates, but only for the looks

SHES MOST DEFINITELY CLINGY

back hugs

kisses all the time

if you aren’t holding her hand, she’s 🥺

if you are she does that little (⌒_⌒) thing she does

honestly she just want to be up under you all the time

and it’s so cute LIKE ILL TAKE THAT HUG PLS...PLS

Overall just give her affection and make her laugh

Kim Yerim/Yeri

bff gf

are y’all actually dating??

because literally no one can tell

you two will be sitting there talking about how weird tiddies are

and all the sudden you two will be making out??

y’all are confusing asf-

but in an enduring way

the way her eyes ✨ SPARKLE ✨gets you everytime

you two would tease the fuck out of each other

“i’m not listening to someone who can’t see over my shoulder”

“how the fuck did i even end up with you??”

but in the most lighthearted way possible

tbh you two just want to be comfortable

being comfortable is really the most important to both of you

things wouldn’t change much after you two started dating

she does like being held

and getting kisses every now and then

you both flirt very casual

definitely make a shit ton of inappropriate jokes

you have to be funny or you can just 🚪 🚶‍♀️

honestly yeri is A GREAT GIRLFRIEND

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A/N: AHHHHHH this is my first post!! I will most definitely be more complex post bc i’m already working on a Seulrene fanfiction...YES IK IK, but I’m so excited to write for them!! :((

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rvmmm21 · 3 years

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something about puppy seungwan and vampiress joohyun would also have an amazing dynamic in a less sweet au.. what would change in that au if you had decided to make them a couple?

you’re about the second person to address the whole ‘i thought they were going to do the forbidden tango’ issue with that au.

and damn, i have to agree with you there. questions like these from anons like you are the reason i can perfectly raise a brow and adjust my metaphorical sleeve cuffs before stretching my hands like my entire life has been leading up to this very moment.

well, i suppose the first thing to go would be seungwan’s actual age. her puppy title would stick, of course (joohyun finds that too irresistible to pass up), without her actually having to be one.

it’s... terribly unsurprising that a big chunk of the dialogue there could be flipped over and used as smut fuel.

“come here, little puppy.” the vampiress curls a beckoning finger over at seungwan who’d been waiting, patient as ever, on her hands and knees.

the girl swallows hard. she barely realises she’s doing it until she feels the leather tightening around her throat, until she hears it crease with the strain of – yeah okay you get it.

secondly, i’d yo-yo between building seungwan up to be a snarky little thing and having her as docile and innocent as her wide, puppy eyes precede. maybe she starts off as one and ends up the other.

either way, it’s messy, bitey and really. where would it be without a little power imbalance?

#anon #ask #hybrid asks are kinda fun #wenrene #puppy seungwan #vampire irene #hybrid au

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namjoonsyoongi · 4 years

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blurred lines | namgi

summary: what’s a few blowjobs between friends?

rating: M

word count: 4610

genre/tags: friends to lovers, friends with benefits, university au, comedy, crack, fluff, angst

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18663031

Namjoon and Yoongi have known eachother for as long as they could spell their own names, but that wasn't enough to keep Namjoon from wanting to slap his friend upside the head sometimes.

What did keep him from doing so were the little things. The song Yoongi wrote him for his seventeenth birthday, a last minute rap that lasted all of fifty seconds written on a crumbled sheet of lined paper; A song that Namjoon wouldn’t be able to remember even if someone put a gun to his head and told him to recite it. The way that he could read his mind on any given day and act accordingly, and how they’d have a conversation with one another through brief glances and raised eyebrows alone.

Yet he still managed to discover a way to be utterly infuriating.

The other night, the all too allusive Min Yoongi, cat-eyed and full of indifference, crawled into his bed in the middle of the night. Have you ever watched the flicking tongue of a snake as it slithered toward a mouse, and then looked away before it could swallow the mouse whole? That's what Yoongi was to Namjoon on nights like these, intruding into the covers and tangling himself in Namjoon's longer limbs.

Namjoon wouldn't have any issue with a few nighttime cuddles, Yoongi's was just one of the many affectionate boys in their group of friends, and wasn't anywhere near the worst of it. Jimin could be more attached to him than his own skin, and Taehyung was like a puppy in the way he needed constant verbal and physical affirmation to make sure they were, in fact, best friends forever.

Yoongi's not like that, not most of the time. He came with a purpose.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," Yoongi was simply laying by Namjoon's side at this point, before rolling over into him. "I'm just annoyed with this project. I texted my lab partner, Seungwan, and she’s more lost than I am. I'm never gonna finish this dumb fucking -- stupid fucking -- fuck this project. I'm getting pissed just thinking about it."

"You should have never took engineering."

He really shouldn't have, but Namjoon knew why he did. He'd spent enough time at his house growing up to know of the expectations his parents had for him, as did every parent. Namjoon had almost fallen into the same trap, on track for medical school until one day, with the lyrics of Epik High's Fly on loop in his head, something stirred in him to stand up and say no. Namjoon spent his first year as a music major estranged from his parents, while Yoongi spent it as the epitome of the perfect son, and unhappy.

Namjoon spoke again. "On the brightside, only one more year."

"Shut up, please."

That was not the first night, where everything was different. Where those lines between friendship and lover blurred, for just an hour, sometimes two.

Yoongi, rather than sulk and complain, opted to release a kiss onto Namjoon's neck - and then another.

"Mm."

He keeps going, further and further, and Namjoon never tries to stop him, even when he knows he should. He palms the bulge in Yoongi's track pants, which seems to be exactly what he wants, and gets to work, going for just long enough until the warmth was enough to burn away any remaining irritation.

Namjoon never went all the way with Yoongi, but it would probably be pretty nice.

Yoongi's lips had that sweet taste of rum the first time, and it calmed the bitter flames of the vodka present in Namjoon's throat. He couldn't say for sure who made the first move, but he could perfectly recall the pleasant fuzz that clouded his senses, and the way Yoongi moaned as if no one could hear them, as if Jin wasn't in the next room over.

When Namjoon awoke, the faint memory of Yoongi's weight in his mattress was all that remained. Any semblance of permanency floated into the air like dust, he greeted a smirking all-knowing Jin the next morning and went to class none the wiser. A dream, he chalked the whole thing up to, just a weird dream.

"Can I be honest?"

"Go off."

"I'm starting to think Yoongi isn't exactly straight."

Silence.

Like a choir, Hoseok, Jimin, and Taehyung burst into loud, screeching laughter, accompanied with celebratory hand clapping and Hoseok throwing himself into Namjoon's lap because he can't keep his balance with the sheer humor of it all.

"-And you just realized this!?"

Namjoon swallowed something stuck in his throat.

It's during a brief period of peace with Yoongi, who's laying sprawled against Namjoon's chest, when he asks about it. Namjoon had meant to approach such a subject with the utmost eloquence and thoughtfulness - You can trust me with anything you know, sometimes I feel like you tell the others things you won't tell me. I never would have judged you if you told me you like more than just girls. Do you even know how much respect and appreciation I have for you? That I'll always have for you?

But what came out of Namjoon's mouth is, "Do you give all of us blowjobs?"

Yoongi didn't answer immediately. Namjoon lifted his neck, but all he could see was the black waves of hair on the top of his head, leaning against his chest. The air in the room fogged with the added tension, and Namjoon could only guess what Yoongi's face looked like.

He said nothing. Nothing . He shuffled out of the covers and away from him, leaving the room with the mundane click of the door closing behind him.

That was something Namjoon had always known about Yoongi, his silence was louder than anything, he never had to yell.

"Fool me once? Shame on me. Fool me twice? Shame on you. Suck my dick a third time and 'no homo' is officially off limits." Jin yelped into laughter at his own joke before Namjoon could even process the words.

This was why Namjoon came to Jin for absolutely nothing.

"You're not funny."

"You're gay," Jin said, practically basking in the glare he's earned from Namjoon. "-No excuses, you sucked his dick."

Namjoon rose from his seat. "Don't tell the others."

"Why not? The rest of us admitted we were at least a little gay freshman year, we've been waiting for your coming out for years - years!"

So you knew about Yoongi too? Namjoon wanted to ask. There was something humiliating about the fact people who Yoongi had known for three years knew more than the one who knew him for fifteen; An anchor of shame dropped silently into his empty gut.

"Not about that," Namjoon said instead, digging into the fridge for a can of beer. "About me and Yoongi, what we've been...you know."

"Oh no, I won't. That'd scar Jungkook and you know it, that's like when you find out that your mom and dad have sex for the first time."

He tossed the can of beer in his hand, not caring enough to see where it landed, if it smacked against the handsome face that was the older's pride, or broke something along the way.

"...I don't."

Namjoon detached from him, and Yoongi groaned once the cold air met his wet length. "Wh-What?"

"I don't give the others blow jobs, you're an asshole for saying that."

"I know, I'm sorry. Really." Namjoon, about to dip his head back under the covers, stopped to continue his thought. "Also, It's really hard to have a conversation with you while your dick is in my mouth." He moved to go under for a second time, and halted again. "Also, neither do I."

"Neither do you what?

"Give the others blowjobs."

"Good."

Shards of glass could cut you so easily, a sharp end that sinks deep into your skin, yet you don't immediately feel it when it does. That was the thing about them, he and Yoongi; Their bond was like glass, clear and delicate, it could break at one wrong move, with the simplest of words that hit the other in just the right place.

With someone as clumsy as he was, who has broken more than enough glass made objects, a connection like that was futile. Or that's what he thought, cause no matter how bad the fall, no matter how worse the cut, they somehow put themselves back together as if it had never been touched.

"Joon, your cup!"

Snapped forcefully from his reverie, the weight that had been steady in his hand slipped out before he could save it. The jarring sound of shattering glass cut out the white noise that had been playing as a soundtrack to his own thoughts.

He cursed, watching the reflective shards twinkle menacingly on the tiled floor. "Shit."

"You know, sometimes me and Jimin talk about getting a plastic set just for you." Jungkook jokes, it wasn't anything new to him.

"Let me guess! Namjoon bumped into something again." Jimin calls out, turning around the corner to be met with the new mess decorating the floor of his kitchen.

"He spaced out, I think."

"The last time you did this shit, I was stepping on tiny - like I swear microscopic pieces of glass that we couldn't clean up."

Jimin ushers Namjoon out with mumbled reassurances that everything was fine and the two of them would clean it up. Today was one of their regular get-togethers, but it'd be the last one before they'd return home for the holidays. Jimin thought it appropriate to replace their soft drinks with alcohol, alcohol which Namjoon had just spilled half a glass of onto the ground, along with the cup.

In the living room, sat the rest of them, gathered close around Jungkook's flat screen. Namjoon could hear the muted yet very present sound of crunching as Jin and Taehyung shared a bag of chips. Hoseok lounged in a recliner, leaning back and huddling into his blanket, mindlessly flicking through Netflix.

With midterms having marched to and fro and subsequently ruined their lives, Yoongi had been a bumbling mess of yawns and naps for the past month. All both Jin and Namjoon had seen of their roommate was him fast asleep on their couch and drooling on his study notes, and glimpses of him going to and from the school before locking himself in his room.

He wasn't here, Namjoon's shoulders slumped.

"Where's Yoongi?"

"Canceled," Hoseok muttered with a deep-set pout, not looking away from the screen.

"Since when?"

"Five minutes ago."

"Hobi's still pissed." Jin chimes in, the bag rustling as he picked it up and held it out to Namjoon.

Namjoon took a handful of chips, and watched as Hoseok’s pout only deepened, a rare darkness in his eyes that only appeared when you had truly committed the worst of his friendship sins. "I wouldn't be if it weren't for this being our last night here, or if he weren't ditching for Seungwan. I would never...we would never!"

The room lapses back into a silence, as if they imagine Namjoon can understand every word and name that had just left their mouths.

"Seungwan?"

Despite everything, Yoongi was always the one to initiate things. Even when he wore his favourite black skinny jeans, and Namjoon's eyes became glued to the gentle curves of his thighs and the belt that hugged his waist. Even when, just like that snake, he wanted nothing more to devour him whole - he didn't, he waited for him.

It felt strange to take what he knew wasn't truly his.

Then came those past two months, where Yoongi tiptoed around Namjoon, as if coming any closer would break him. Namjoon thought it all in his head, Yoongi was busy, he was an engineering major, he just had to focus. Namjoon thought he was the one who could always make him focus, rejuvenate him, perhaps he was wrong. He was fine with that.

In reality, however, there was Seungwan. Pretty girl Seungwan, with her delicate face and cherry coloured lips. Slim and yet plump just where it mattered.

Jin's words hit so cold that icicles could have formed from his lips. "Seungwan and Yoongi have been dating for the past 2 months."

Why didn't you tell me sooner? Namjoon wanted to yell back at him. Why didn't any of you tell me sooner? Why didn't Yoongi tell me sooner? His heart raged against his ribcage, it wanted to scream and shout too, it wanted to run away from the man child it was stuck in, and who idiotically decided to fall in love with his best friend. The best friend he didn't know was gay until he found his way into Namjoon's sheets, the best friend who never spoke about their moments of passion in the day, the best friend who couldn't care less.

"I'm gonna go get another drink," he said instead.

And so he moved on, moved forward. Swallowed the feelings and let them dissolve somewhere in his gut. The next time he'd see Yoongi, with Seungwan hanging off his arm, he'd smile graciously and greet the both of them. Observing Yoongi as he'd mask on a disinterested demeanor when he did something thoughtful for her. He'd welcome Seungwan like the morning sun, he'd laugh at the jokes she'd quip about all the little ticks Yoongi had that Namjoon was long accustomed to and support her when she’d eventually come to him with questions like “what type of food would Yoongi want me to get?”, “Do you think Yoongi would like this as a gift?”. He'd listen attentively to every word, as if she wasn't just echoing the thoughts and feelings that had planted into his very being like a weed, sprouting once again every time he thought he’d picked it out.

Or at least that's what he would have liked to say happened, and that's what would have happened, had it not been for the long road trip he was stuck on the morning after Namjoon found out about her.

A blanket of mist settles across their driveway like smoke. The overnight storm pelted away the flames of his intoxication, but the subsequent hangover pounded just as relentlessly.

By the car, a phantom stood, posture hunched. Yoongi looked like he was sinking into a black hole with his oversized winter coat, it was almost endearing.

Cute. Adorable actually.

Yoongi smirked. "Wow, who hit you with a bus?"

You.

The grey scarf flew from his pocket as he wrapped it around his neck and up his face, until all but his swollen eyes showed. "Let's just get this over with," He uttered, voice muffled.

It wasn't a ritual more than it was convenient for Yoongi to drive him back home for the holidays. Their houses were five minute walks between each other respectively, and Namjoon, with his immense lack of grace and poise, has never dared touch a steering wheel in his life. Yoongi liked to say he was his personal uber, then again he also liked to complain about how annoying that was.

On the passenger's side, his eyes catch a rip edged into the cushion with the tiniest of threads holding it together - How is this piece of shit car still alive, honestly? There he sits down stiffly, another place he has essentially spent the past several years making a home of, and the two set off.

The nausea was already striking, and not just from the hangover. Something boiled unwelcome in his chest, and ran all the way down to his abdomen.

Apparently he isn't doing a good job of hiding it, cause Yoongi speaks up and says, "Don't throw up in here."

"I won't. " He snaps back.

Fuck.

He used to think he was better than this, better at setting emotion aside in favour of the overall peace that'd remain instead. Lips zipped shut meant tranquility, and Namjoon valued that; Especially with him, he who he hates more than anything right now.

How...how? How did he fall for this badly acted charade, of course Yoongi never wanted him - like that - if he did, he would have said so.

Stop. Shut up. It isn't that serious.

His jaw locks.

But it really is.

Namjoon's an atheist, but for the first time in years he prays.

He prays that this ride will proceed in silence, because if not, the emotions he didn't have enough time to bury will overflow and drown whatever was left of he and Yoongi's relationship.

Fortunately, the prayer is answered, though sparingly. Identical looking streets pass by wordlessly, with Yoongi twisting and turning through roads and towns that Namjoon can't recognize. His eyes are too exhausted to focus on anything, not that there was anything worth looking at; Every building becomes a blur of mild colours, and the sky is as gray and dull as watching cement dry.

"We're close," Yoongi says.

Namjoon hums, along with the engine as the car slows down, going up a soft incline into a gas station.

The driver's side door opens, Yoongi huddling into his coat as a gust whistles into the vehicle. "I'll be right back."

Don't come back. Just leave me in here to shrivel up and die.

When Yoongi returns, rushing into his seat before shutting the door and ramming the engine again, he says nothing. But Namjoon can hear him, his indifference, a quality which he once admired.

He'd cut his tongue out if it meant he'd keep his mouth shut, but all he can do is sink his teeth into his bottom lip, deeper and deeper as the car pulls out.

"...Yoongi?"

"Yeah?"

Don't say it.

"What am I to you?"

The engine whines, filling the emptiness of the car.

"My best friend."

The nonchalance cuts Namjoon to the bone, until his lungs are clinging for life. His labour breathes repeatedly stab through the silence, and all he can do is stare, unanswered questions overflowing in his skull.

They've never talked about - them, what they were and what they did. Any conversations that went past platonic stayed in Namjoon's room and Namjoon's room only. Which is why now even implications of their deeper relationship felt forbidden, his lips clipped shut when the vaguest of words pass his mind.

But Namjoon doesn't have to be the one to say it.

Yoongi laughs, scratching his ear. "Maybe a best friend with benefits?"

The sharp edges of his eyes go a deeper shade of red, the hurt settling into the crevices. Acknowledgment, shouldn't that satisfy him?

"Still?" Namjoon asks, his voice barely a whisper.

The pink that dusts over Yoongi's cheek is rare. The sight nearly makes Namjoon's heart swell, until he's hit with the thought that Seungwan is on the older man's mind.

"I mean..." Yoongi clears his throat. "Yeah...if you still want-"

"And what about Seungwan?"

His brows furrow, almost offended. "What about her?"

The response boils in Namjoon's ear, like an off key note.

"Can't you be straightforward with me? Like you usually are?" Namjoon says.

"I am."

A snap cuts out his next thought.

They return their attention to the windshield, and watch as the wipers twist unnaturally before flying off the car into the highway, making a couple vengeful scratches across the windows along the way. All that's left of them is two little useless black nubs, which twitch as they try to operate without their second half.

"Aw, shit!" Yoongi curses, a veil of white particles smudging onto the windshield. The flight of snow has accelerated, rushing to the ground and with nothing to push the snow off their windshield, their view of the road is being eclipsed in white at an alarming rate. "I've gotta pullover."

The gravel hisses as Yoongi's car pulls over into the side of the road, coming to a full stop and leaning into his seat with a groan. "The wind must have been too harsh, they completely snapped off. I'm gonna have to call my parents to pick us up, we can't drive like this."

"Are we just leaving the car?"

"We'll lock it and probably get like - I don't know - someone to pick it up. That's gonna cost a shit load."

Namjoon expects the older of the two to pick up his phone and call his parents, but he doesn't and favours sulking back in his seat, hands rubbing his eyes and grumbling to himself. The stare catches onto his peach lips, and the way he's nibbling on his bottom lip.

"Yoongi..."

"Hm?"

"You looked stressed."

"Do I?" He remarks sarcastically, a grin pulling his lips.

Thoughts of Seungwan sink into the very corner of his head as he stares at his companion, someone who he truly has loved so dearly for as long as he could remember. He just wants to pretend he’s his, and hold him so tight that the mere thought of him ever leaving can’t cross Namjoon’s mind.

I just want to be with you, even if it’s only for a second.

"Do you want me to help?" Is all he says.

There's a pause, one that sucks all the air out of him. Yoongi almost laughs, a giddy smile on his face. But slowly, agonizingly, Yoongi's hands tumble down his face until they settle onto his neck. His eyelashes hover, and Namjoon follows them until they finally open and take in the eager and desperate man right in front of him. Yoongi's eyes, so deep and dark, swirling with a curious lust that the other is sinking into.

He doesn't speak, he nods earnestly, as if it was the question he’d been waiting to be asked all day, He leans into Namjoon's space, until their gazes tangle together. His lips, slightly chapped, barely brush over his, testing him.

Namjoon says yes; His large hands envelope his thin wrists, and pulls him forward so that their lips connect. Starting from the soft plump surface, the fuzzy feeling that alcohol can never recreate the same way runs into his veins, and he feels his heart already urging him forward with the strong and abrupt ache that develops.

He goes further, deepening the kiss as Yoongi's arms find their place around Namjoon's neck.

He doesn't know how long the kissing last until he manages to groan out a husky "c'mere," between the mess they're becoming. He breaks the kiss, waiting for Yoongi to come to him as the smaller tries his best to crawl onto Namjoon's lap in the cramped car. It's in that quiet moment that Namjoon realizes both of their coats are already off and probably somewhere in the backseat, lost to the heat of the moment.

He can already feel the growing bulge in the Yoongi's jeans, and the man impatiently moves to pull down his own zipper before Namjoon halts the action.

"Let me." He demands, voice husky and out of breath. His fingertips barely graze the metal, and stay there, playing with the sharp criss cross that leads up to the metal tab and enjoys the way the other fusses. Yoongi's head scurries into Namjoon's neck, biting in some kind of retaliation.

"Yoongi..."

"Godammit, what!" He exclaims, huffing warm breaths onto his neck.

"I want to go all the way - well, I wanna fuck you, I guess is the proper way to put it."

He feels the way Yoongi tenses up, and thrives in the flustered tremble that sticks to his voice.

"Y-Yeah. Then...Okay."

Finally, he pulls the zippers down, and helps Yoongi to raise himself up and pull it down to his ankles. Namjoon's hands strokes the newly exposed skin of his thighs, pale and covered in goosebumps.

Yoongi's hands in the meanwhile, begin to fiddle with the leather belt looped around Namjoon's own jeans. His eyes glazed with steam, like fresh mocha. Namjoon, for a first, lets him have his way as he loosens the pants and fights to pull them down.

"-And one more thing..." Namjoon whispers, leaving a kiss on the shell of his ear.

"What?"

"I love you. You know that right?"

"I love you, too." He says, adding the last part after a hesitant pause. “As more than...best friends. A lot more, actually.”

Namjoon smirks, lips trailing down the length of his neck.

"...Then prove it."

"Do you think it worked?" Jimin's voice flutters into the air; His chin is on the young Jungkook's shoulder, watching as his nimble hands maneuver a paint brush across the canvas, lips tight in concentration as he adds a strike of black.

Snowflakes dance gracefully across the glass window to their side, the ice that had once tangled into the earth leaving a mild frost in its wake. Nothing but whispers of the raging winter night was left.

"Of course it did. It was my idea." Seokjin declares, hands on his hips as he views the large gallery in Jungkook's workroom. He's bullied the youngest more than a few times about having a useless major, but his collection of artwork never ceased to amaze him. Maybe he won't be a beggar on the streets once he graduates afterall.

"What if they hate each other after this?" Hoseok says, a pout weighing down his face, a real one this time.

Seokin's broad shoulders shrug. "Then you'll have to live with the guilt, couldn't have done it without your A plus acting. Can't wait to see you at the Oscars next year."

A furious slap from Hoseok lands right on his upper arm, and Seokjin cries out as if he's just been stabbed, doe eyes wide and flickering with false innocence.

Taehyung grins, linking arms with Hoseok. "Don't worry about it too much, Hoseokie. Namjoon and Yoongi aren’t stupid, it won't be that long until he figures out Seungwan and Yoongi were never dating."

Is that so...Because they also spent the last year certain that no one but Seokjin knew about their frequent late night rendezvous, something Seokjin quickly learned was quite the opposite.

"Can someone remind me why Jin said they were again?" Jungkook chimes in.

"Jealousy makes the heart grow fonder, Kookie." Seokjin claims, the eldest always seemed to have wisdom to pass on, even if such words of wisdom fell on deaf ears. "Or I guess, more possessive."

"Why can't people just say they love someone when they love someone, it's not that difficult." That was easy for him to say. Jungkook's one and only crush throughout his first years of college was currently leaning over him and giggling softly into his ear, arms hugging his center.

Whenever he recounted he and Jimin's personal love story, it was a few short sentences, and went something along the lines of "met him at orientation and I thought he was cute. Became friends, then I told him I wanted him and we've been going strong ever since." No one in the room could even imagine a world in which Jungkook's desire could be rejected, or not returned back tenfold, let alone by lovestruck Park Jimin.

The pause in conversation lasts too long, and Jimin pipes up. "They're probably fucking in the car as we speak."

The room bursts into a series of gasps, boos, and broken laughter. The ringing that follows is barely audible, but Seokjin feels the phone buzz in his back pocket. He hushes the rowdy group, before picking up the call without much as a second thought.

“Hello~?”

There's a shuffling of clothes on the other side, but Yoongi's exasperated voice eventually comes onto the line.

“Each and every one of you are so fucking dead to me.”

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smolbeanieee · 4 years

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Once Upon a Time | Two

strangers to lovers au

pairing: Younghyun x fem!oc

genre: fluff, angst

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The coffee shop filled with soft jazz music which fits the quiet ambiance and less people makes the shop more calm before the peak hours in next 2 hours. Dahee took the opportunity to take some caffeine and pastries before her next class at 2pm. Nothing much better than having alone time but then Dahee were interrupted when a girl figure sat in front of her—with few books in her arms, bag slung over her shoulder whilst her hair disheveled messily.

“Bad morning?” Dahee asked, carefully taking a sip of her mocha as she eyeing the girl—chuckles left Dahee's lips upon looking at girl trying to tidying herself.

“Totally bad” Wendy replied, huffing her lips in pouts making Dahee chuckled in response. “Can you believe Mrs Kim actually locked the door just because I late 15 minutes?? I ran my way to her class just to found she locked the door, oh god this is so frustrating” Wendy rants, taking the pretzel into her mouth as her lips can't stop mumbling how frustrated she is.

Wendy or Son Seungwan—Dahee one and only friend when she enrolled into the university but in different class for 3 years and more as she really helped Dahee in adjusting into the university life. They knew each other since their parents meet a lot during business meeting for the company but didn't bother to know each other until both of them get into the same university.

“You woke up late again?” Dahee guess as her hands fumbling with the bracelet’s charm that nicely wrapped around her thin wrist.

“Yeah but that doesn't mean Mrs Kim can locked the door. I actually bang the door numerously but damn she really won't let me in” Wendy said as she trying to tying up her hair into a bun

Dahee trying to stifle her laughs upon hearing what Wendy said, shaking her head in disbelief.

“Hey, it is true about what I heard? The whole department been talking about that” Wendy asked after a quiet and calm moments.

Arching her eyebrows in confusion, Dahee mouthed “Heard what?”

“About the bassist...? ah what his name again?” Wendy furrowed her forehead,thinking hard

“Kang Younghyun?” Dahee said, munching the pretzel into her mouth

Wendy face lit up upon hearing his name “Yeah right!”

“So, what about him?” Dahee questioned

“ ‘Kang Younghyun and Yoon Dahee are the coolest pair’. People been saying you’re lucky to have the bassist as your partner. They’re envious with you. He’s your partner for Art and History subject? Is it true?”

Dahee nods her head in response “Envious? There’s nothing to be proud or envy with at the first place.” She said, tilting her head in confusion but Wendy just chuckles.

“Hey, can you imagine the chic looking girl and the most charming yet good looking boy sit together? Of course people would gushed over it” said Wendy but Dahee just brush it off as ridiculous reason as Wendy continues—looking concerned at her friend sitting in front of her “Is it okay with you? Ah why you didn't asked to change partner?” She asked as Dahee falls into deep thinking—pursuing her lips before she speaks up

“Of course it's not okay. But then, I don't see any harm working with him—for now, obviously. Don't worry, I'll keep my distance with him” Dahee explain, giving assuring smile to Wendy as she also on alert about the situation too.

“If you say so, then okay. Do tell me if anything happened, okay?” Wendy chirpily said as her shoulder slumped into relief state, taking turn in sipping Dahee's drinks and as in cue, her stomach grumbles in hunger “Hey, when your next class?” she asked.

“Uh...at 2PM later? Why?” She said as Wendy took a quick glances from her phone screen that show the clock on 10:55 a.m. and pack her things into her bag.

“Cool, same with me. Let's grab lunch before we headed to class, shall we? I heard new restaurant just opened nearby this area. We should go and try.” Wendy suggested, wriggling her eyebrows cheekily to Dahee with small smile plastered on her face

“Hey, I just had my brunch! I won't go.” Dahee protests—teasing Wendy for her expressions as her lips slowly forms pouts in response making Dahee let out a small chuckles upon seeing Wendy's reaction “I'm just kidding. Okay let's go, but it's on you!” Dahee said as she packs her things up into her bag.

Wendy gladly said “That's won't be a problem!” and with that, Wendy's face lit up and jolted from her seat and quickly slung her arms around Dahee's shoulder, pulling her by side as they walked out together from the coffee shop with light steps.

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Right after his morning class end, Younghyun pick up his pace and went to their shared studio for the band practice for the busking session on the weekend. Since it Younghyun's last semester just get started, they lessen the band practice hours compare to before—they'll start practice only when Younghyun ends his class. The members felt bad whenever they saw Younghyun came for practice even he had classes before that.

“ayy Brian is here!” chirped Jae energetically with both arms in the air.

“who's Brian??? I'm Young K and also Younghyun, Kang Younghyun!” Younghyun shouts as he heard Jae called him out, feeling a little frustrated with the teasing as he made his way towards the bass that safely seated at its place.

“Hey maknaes! Stop eating and get ready for practice!” The leader, Sungjin voice out when he spots Wonpil and Dowoon sneakily eating snacks behind the keyboard—catching them off-guard as they mumbles a soft yes before Dowoon scattered to his drums, leaving Wonpil alone at his position. The antics making the leader shaking his head in disbelief as he lowered his head—trying to contain his smiles

“Sungjin hyung, just to let you know, another 2 weeks I'm not available on the weekend.” Younghyun reminds the leader as he came to the center for the position, adjusting the mic to his level.

“Is it about your project? I mean, field study?” Sungjin asked, eyeing the bassist as he nods in response “Okay. I guess we can have a rest for that weekend”

“Hyung, can I came along? It seems fun having field study while visiting the place” asked Dowoon with his puppy eyes which Younghyun can't resist as he just lets out a chuckled.

“I don't know. I have to ask my partner first. If the girl—I mean, what's her name again? I can't remember. But if she says yes, then you can come along. Otherwise, I'm sorry” Younghyun said as he tuning his bass.

“You're field study partner is a girl?!” Jae asked curiously with other 3 pairs of eyes waiting for Younghyun answer.

“Yeah?” Younghyun profusely answer making the members bursts into laughing fits—leaving the bassist in confusion

“Woah, the girl is gonna have hard times with you!” Jae said, sneaky grin never left his face

“Hey, I'm not that complicated” Younghyun protests

“Yeah, remember your last semester when one of your group member re-edit your powerpoint presentation slide even more better in just 30 minutes?” Wonpil teased the flustered looking Younghyun.

“Ah, this gonna fun! Hyung, I'm looking forward to your field study!” Dowoon tease the older, earning a playful glare from Younghyun

“Alright, alright. Let's start practicing, shall we?” The leader enthusiastically asked afterall the teasing have been done to the bassist

“Yes sir!” all the members said in unison with hearty laugh left their lips, creating a cheerful and energetic atmosphere in the 5th level studio.

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It's Wednesday which means Art and History class for another 2 hours of lecture. Chatters and laughs filled the classroom with more than 30 students in it—which is too loud for Dahee that's make her took her earphone and blast some relaxing lofi tunes into her ears.

Her hands grabs the ice latte, sipping it down and just when the cold drinks soothes her dry throat, a familiar guy silhouette took the empty seat next to Dahee—taken her by surprise.

“Hi partner” greets Younghyun—making Dahee scoff in disbelief as the biggest grin never left his face.

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peachesandfiction · 4 years

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Red Velvet learning that their lover has powers

(Cold Edition)

Irene: Cold Aura- The user can release and surround themselves in/with cold for defensive and/or offensive purposes, possibly becoming almost untouchable and granting them various abilities/attacks. The aura may also give the user enhanced physical capabilities such as speed, strength and durability.

You walked into your shared room with an armful of snacks, ready for movie night. Joohyun smiled at you from the bed, her eyes lighting up when she sees her favorite snack on top of the pile. The blanket was suddenly up in the air as she hurried off of the bed to help you, but as the heavy, warm fabric lifted, it flew towards you. Caught off balance, your arms tightened around the snacks, suddenly iced within your embrace as it raced across the rest of your body when you rushed to set the items down gently. It all happened so quick that you hadn’t even realized you had used your powers in front of Joohyun until she was above you. Her eyes were wide and curious, but there was also a hint fear as she pressed a finger against your frozen skin. Quickly, the ice melted off of you, leaving you drenched to reveal a flush of embarrassment on your face. You looked away from Joohyun and towards the pile before you; the snacks were now soaked along with the blanket on the floor beneath you. With a scratch behind your head, you tried to smile it off, “So, maybe we should do movie night in the living room.”

“What was that,” she asked, her hands still trying to grasp on your luke warm skin as her eyes searched your body. “How did you do that?”

Flustered, you looked away. “Can we talk about it another time?”

“What?” Her eyes were even wider as her mouth fell open. “We are not going to talk about this later? You literally transformed into ice before my eyes, and you just want to me sit down and watch a movie after seeing that?”

“I mean,” you looked sheepishly towards her, “Kinda?”

Her eyes rolled up to the ceiling before she wrapped an arm around you. “Are you cold? I think we should get your warmed up and then we are talking about this.”

Your lips began to open, but she pressed her finger against them.

“No exceptions. Now come on.” She tightened her arm around you and began to help lift you off of the ground. Feeling your wet shirt, she glanced down and sighed, “We also have to clean up this mess.”

“I’ll do it,” you pressed a soft, chilling kiss against her cheek. She smiled at you before helping you choose a new pair of fresh pajamas and starting a hot, steaming bath.

Seulgi: Snow Generation- pretty obvious what it is The user can generate and project snow.

With your headphones plugged in, you felt calm and ready to start training once again with your powers. Living with Seulgi meant you got less practice time, but when she left for work, you were given a moment alone to go crazy with your powers. You took a deep breath and held your hands out, your palms facing the room before you as your back was just inches away from the wall. You let your eyes close, taking in another breath. You could feel the deep chill of excitement run through you as you felt soft, cold dot land on your wrists. Opening your eyes, you were greeted to a room full of snow and Seulgi standing just before the door with a shocked face.

At a loss for words, your lips opened and closed over and over again.

She just watched the last of the snowflakes fall before she whispered, “how?”

“Well, I um,” you stumbled, heading towards her. A sudden fear set in you that she would be scared of you, but when you reached her, her eyes were filled with nothing but wonder.

She gave a soft smile, “Can you do it again?”

“Wha-what?”

“The snow.” She looked down at the melting fluffy ice, her fingers reaching out towards it. “I want to see it.”

“You-you aren’t like scared of me?”

She gave a short chuckled, “Scared? Why? Should I be? Will you give me frostbite?”

Still confused, you couldn’t help but smile with her. “That’s it, when I get this room filled with snow, we are going to have a snowball fight.”

“I’m ready for it,” she smirked.

Wendy: Winter Embodiment- Personified snow basically The user embodies and personifies Winter, which allows them limitless control over the season and everything connected to it. The user has divine authority over the cold, ice, and snow

She sat at her window, watching the cloudless summer night sky. She could feel her heart ache as the stars twinkled back at her. “I wish it were winter again, I miss you,” She whispered to the moon, remembering your face blushed in the cold wind as you promised to come visit her again next winter. With closed eyes, she took in a deep breath and then she felt it. The cold wind. Her eyes opened, watching the trees near her. They stood still and she was beginning to brush it off, but then the leaves began to shake once again before ice formed around them. “Woah,” she called out, pushing away from the window. White Snowflakes began to fall before you appeared standing outside her window with a wide smile and a gentle wave. She stepped forwards, rubbing her eyes as if she were in a dream. “Is this really happening?”

You stepped inside, bringing white puffs of air. “It is.” There was a nervous twang about your voice. “I couldn’t wait any long to see you, so I thought I would bring winter with me.”

“There are only a few more months though,” she answered, her eyes still watching the miraculous wonder before her. “How are you doing that?”

“Huh?” A sheepish blush spread across your cheeks as you let your hands fall to your side and stop the falling snow. “Oh, I-I, do you know the tale of Jack Frost?”

She nodded.

“I have smilier powers to him. I can control winter, all aspects of it. The ice, the snow, how cold it gets. Although my power is a lot stronger during winter time.”

Her eyes blinked, still lost in awe as she took in the small disappearing white flakes against her carpet. Her voice was barely a whisper as she asked, “Can you do it again?”

With a surprised smile, you listed your fingers towards the roof and a flurry of soft ice wrapped around your fingers before flying across the room. There was a giggled before it became full on laughter.

Seungwan held her arms out under the new snow fall you had created, her smile wide and her eyes closed. You watched her, knowing she was more beautiful than any winter you could have ever created. When she opened her eyes, they lit up as they landed on you, “This is amazing. You are amazing.”

Joy: Cryokinetic Creature Creation- User is able to create beings of ice or shape existing ice into wanted shapes and purposes. They can grant the beings varying levels of independence (controlled, automatons/programmed, semi-independent) and existence (momentary to permanent) and delete the creature once they are done with them.

She entered the room just as you sent a squall of ice birds towards the door. With a scream, she stepped back and you hurried over to her after shattering the birds from existence. “Are you alright,” you asked. Her chest rose and fell with panic. Soothing words slipped from your lips as you ran your fingers through her hair.

When she calmed down, her eyes watched you. “What was that,” she finally asked.

“It-” you began, looking at her. “it was nothing. Are you okay?”

“Y/N,” her voice became wary.

“I’m gonna sound crazy,” you muttered before letting out a sigh. “I was practicing my powers.”

Her face tensed up in surprise. “Powers?”

You nodded. There was a silent pause before you asked, “Would you like to see them when they aren’t going towards you.”

There was an unsure look on her face, but curiosity flashed within the twitch of her lips. She didn’t answer, but the way she watched you told you enough. You held your palm to a random space on the ground, feeling the rush of ice wrap around your fingers before shooting towards the floor. It began to build up until a smooth, see through puppy stared back at you then turned towards joy. She slowly made her way towards it. Then a laugh escaped her lips, “It looks like Haetnim.”

You looked at the ice dog again, tilting your head. “It kinda does, I didn’t even realize that. I guess it’s because you are here.”

She let her fingers land on it before pulling them again, blowing her warm breath against them. The two of you looked at each other and light chuckling wrapped your arms around each other. Being so close, the moment began to calm down.

You whispered, “So, you aren’t scared of me?”

“As if.” She kissed you lightly on the lips.

Yeri: Cryo-phasing- The user combines intangibility and ice powers to freeze the objects they pass through.

“Think fast,” Yeri called from across the room as she tossed the pillow your way. Panicked in the moment, the pillow past through your body before turning to ice as it hit the wall. You turned to Yeri, fear in your eyes just to see a confused, yet amused look on her face. She nodded. “Alright then. That’s interesting.”

Your lips opened and closed, but you were too shocked at her reaction that no words came out. You watched her as she got up and made her way past you and to the pillow. Lifting it up, there was already slips of water running down it and onto the ground as her fingers pressed into it. The hot summer sun peeking through the window already melting away the existence of your powers. The world seemed to slow down as you waited for her to speak.

Instead, she made her way to the sink and set the frozen pillow down in it before grabbing a rag and making her way over to wipe up the mess. When she set the rag down on the counter, she finally looked over at you. “Are you going to explain or just stare at me all day?”

Stumbling, you said, “I-I don’t know what to say.”

“I mean you could just tell me how you did that? Are you a superhero?”

“I wouldn’t really call myself that, but,” you hesitated a moment, never having spoken the words out loud. “Yes, I do have powers.”

“Can you do anything else?” Curiosity played in her gaze.

“Not really,” your voice became timid as you stared at the ground.

“So, do you have any like villains after you? Anyone evil coming after you?”

“What? No.” You almost snorted at her questions.

She pouted for a moment before she smiled again, “can you tell me more?”

Just as your dumbfound moment passed, she had to shock you again. Still watching her, you nodded. “Sure.”

“Cool, so does that make me your side kick now?”

“Do you have any powers?”

“Did Robin have any powers?”

With a defeated nod, you gave in and pulled her to the couch. Sitting closer together, you talked about the day you discovered your powers and how you have used them since.

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