#son chaeyoung x f!reader

[twilghtkoo]

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— pairings. huh yunjin x (f) reader

— genre. smut with no plot, established relationship

— warnings. 18+, lesbian sex, dom!yunjin, sub!reader, bedroom sex, scissoring, cum eating, face sitting, pussy eating, squirting, sex toys!! vibrator and strap-on, use of the word ‘mommy’, exhibitionism, yunjin holding your thighs while she eats u out, piss kink experimenting?? sorry not sorry, both of them are so so so in love :( nipple play, pussy spanking

— series masterlist

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“yunjin, fuck!”

she had you pinned against your bed, hands intertwined with yours, legs on her shoulders, now would be a time to be thankful for the gymnastic lessons you were in when you were in high school. yunjin rubbing herself hard on your wet, throbbing clit. your tits glistening from her spit when she was sucking on them earlier, sticking to your breasts and coating your hard, abused nipples.

she let go of one of your wrists, her hips not stopping, as she reaches over and grabs the vibrator wand, she turns it on and presses it to your nipple. grinning when she watches your face scrunch up from the stimulation. she moves the vibrator to be in the middle of both your pussy’s.

“fuck...” she hisses. “make a mess baby.”

you grabbed a fistful of your sheets and whined, your lower half prickling with the relentless vibrations of the highest setting. you can feel your body heat radiate off of you from the previous orgasm she gave you from a bit ago. 

“it feels so good mommy!” holding the vibrator while thrusting against your pussy was a lot of work so she turned it off and tossed it aside, going back to fucking you. “yunjin!”

each time yunjin rubbed her pussy over yours, squirts of your juices spurted out of you making your back arch. the loud sound of wet skin slapping against each other as chae chases her high. she rolls her hips against you several more times, moaning out your name.

she drops your legs before diving back down and greedily slurping all of you up. 

you kept your thighs against your chest as you tangled your fingers into her hair, pinning her face down there. 

“oh f-fuck. baby yes, that feels so good...” you cried out literal tears, the pleasure becoming overstimulating. 

you push her head away, your legs plopping back down on the bed shaking. 

she smiles at you full of pride, as she licks her lips and wipes her chin. “your pussy smells so fucking good baby.” she leans down, kissing you hard, your scent filling up your nose and the taste of you on her lips. she murmurs your name, teasing your lower lip with her teeth, the room smelling strongly like sex.

sliding your hands down her bare back, your hands cupping her ass and squeezing it. you slid your hands down her ass, reaching her wet folds as you plunge two fingers in her. 

she moans into your mouth, grinding herself into your touch.

she shudders above you, as your non busy hand holds her closer gripping her waist. 

she gasps as your fingers slid in and out, burying them all the way to your knuckles before pulling them almost all the way out, coating your digits in her slickness, the sour-sweet scent staining the air and your skin.

“oh fuck...”

she grabs your chin, kissing you fiercely, as you drive your fingers into her over and over. capturing her whimpers in your mouth and your exhales in her throat.  she grinds her hips to follow your movements, matching your pace.

you pump your fingers faster and harder, the squelching sound getting louder and clearer. 

“fuck, baby, we left the curtains open...” she breathes out.

it was around evening, the night sky a dark blue, and the building next to you is probably getting a good view of you both fucking each other. it only made you wetter though. and it sounds like chae too. so good, so wrong.

“sounds like you like the idea of someone watching us right now,” you snickered. “a moaning mess as i fuck your pretty hole with my fingers huh?” emphasizing your words with powerful thrusts, stretching her out and making her gasp for air. 

she tilts her head back, letting out a sharp cry as you add another finger, your mouth attaching to the side of her neck and biting down. 

“baby, yes, fuck, yes...ahhh!”

your teeth marking her as you pushed her over the edge, your name tumbling from her lips as she fell limp onto you. you roughly pull your fingers out and shove them in your mouth and groaning, sucking off her juices and taste.

you grab her chin, her eyes droopy and mind hazy as you crash your lips onto hers, smothering her with the taste of her own orgasm.

you smile, she jerks her head up to your loving eyes. “i want you to ride mommy’s cock. can you be a good girl and do that for me?” you hungrily nod your head, obeying her orders as you run off the bed to grab the strap on in your closet and handing it to her.

yunjin could make you do anything when her voice became like that. 

“feels...so...fucking...good...fucking..mommy!” you gasped out, punctuating each word with a wet slap of your pussy down onto chaeyoung’s cock. listening to her moan and her long acrylic nails scrape across your back and ass. your name drifting out of her lips, soft and sweet compared to how hard you were fucking yourself on this strap on. 

you cried out when she reached and pinched your nipples, rolling them between the pad of her fingers, your violent riding on her cock causing your nipples to be tugged and pulled, your boobs bouncing in her face. 

pretty sure you saw chae drooling but your eyes kept closing shut each time your ass reached the end of her dick.

she watches you come undone, you leaking more and more on yunjin’s crotch, eyelids fluttering as you sneak your fingers to rub circles on your throbbing clit. 

“what do you think you’re doing?” yunjin notices you playing with yourself as your ride out your high, slapping away your hand from your clit.

you whimper.

you try to lift yourself off and pull out but chae holds you in place by your waist. your body squirming as chaeyoung fiercely rubbed the sensitive bud, one of your nipples still being pinched, sparks of pain and intense ecstasy, cumming once and then twice, gasping for air.

“baby, ah, fuck, fuck, p-please, one more!”

your whole body shuddering and flinching, a third orgasm crashing down on you, still on yunjin’s cock.

“mmm, so fucking pretty making a mess on me.” 

you pitched forward but chae catches you, your trembling, tortured body wrapped in her arms as you exhale on her collarbone. overstimulated clit slightly glazed against the strap on making you flinch and giggle. 

“you did good baby, shh, you did good.” 

you breathe, “i have to pee.” you try to lift yourself up from her hold to waddle to the bathroom but she pushes you back to the bed. 

she grips your thighs as she towers over you, your abused, glistening pussy out in the open. 

you wiggle her legs to get out of her hold but she tightens her grip. “no, i’m gonna pee myself.” you whine.

she smirks. “so?” she spreads your thighs apart as she situates herself onto your pussy, the feeling of her sitting on you makes you cry out. “baby, i’m seriously gonna pee myself, get off!” 

chae lifts herself back off, raising her hand to slap your pussy. making you flinch and curl.

“i don’t care.” she growls, scissoring your tortured pussy for her pleasure as you moan and cry out her name.

“fuck, fuck, yunjin, i can’t hold it in!” you whimpered, and that makes chae eager as she viciously rubs her own pussy on yours.

“let go.”you gasped, feeling you wet yourself and the bed while your fourth orgasm takes over. your walls shook, shudders of pleasure and embarrassment shooting up your spine and heating up your cheeks. 

she lets out a deep sigh, “feel better baby?”

“yunjin i just peed myself...” you whimpered, you don’t fail to notice her pussy dripping wet from you urinating. 

her hand gently comes up to caress your face. “it’s okay, it’s just me baby. i didn’t mind, i kind of liked it. but if you didn’t like it then i won’t make you do that again, i’m sorry baby.” she softly apologizes and assures you there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. 

your silent, still shuddering from the fourth orgasm of the night. 

“words baby, did you like it or no? don’t be afraid to tell me.”

you silently nod, “i kinda liked it? but i don’t think i want to do it again.” you shyly admit.

she leans down and kisses your lips. “okay, we won’t do it again.” 

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[soulkeeper801]

Happiness

Son Chaeyoung x F!Reader

Fluff

Ref to this

"And then Somi said, what would you ladies like to drink? and I couldn't hold it, you can even see me chuckling there," Chaeyoung said, showing her phone to you while snuggling closer.

You closed your laptop and focused your attention on her. Nothing was more important than your girlfriend telling you about her day while you both were lying on bed.

"We took a while to finish it because we couldn't stop laughing," she continued with a dreamy smile on her face. "I hope next time you can join us, I bet you two would get along really fast".

You pressed a kiss on her temple.

"What was that for?", she asked, her smile getting bigger.

"Just because," you simply answered, encircling her with your arms. "I love it when you want me to meet your friends".

"Really?", she asked as her mind wandered.

"Yeah..." you trailed off, "it makes me happy".

She chuckled. "Well, actually, there's something I've been thinking about..." 

“Hm?”

She caressed your face with her thumb, tracing your features. You closed your eyes, enjoying her warmth.

“I… want you to meet my family”.

You let a tiny gasp out. “Are you serious?”

“Dead serious,” she answered, blushing after her own determination.

You left a soft kiss on her lips. 

“What should I wear to impress your family?” 

Her smile grew big as she went in for another kiss, “they’re gonna love you”.

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[saiidahyunie]

say im ur luv 

son chaeyoung x f!reader 

synopsis: is it wrong to be in love with your best friend who’s a tattoo artist?

warnings: fluff ; smut ; friends to lovers ; tattoos

a/n: for @nr1chaedickrider, celebrating chae day early! so i hope you guys enjoy (idk how to feel ab the pacing in this one but lower the expectations, and then drop them again.)

let’s ask the question again: is it wrong to be in love with your tattoo artist?

well, if it is chaeyoung then you’re completely, with no reassurance, fucked. 

chaeyoung has been your tattoo artist since the two of you were both eighteen fresh out of high school with no money to each other's names whatsoever. chaeyoung was actually an apprentice, shaky with her gun and worrying over whether she placed the stencil correctly. 

she was the one who did your first ever tattoo, and you were chase’s first solo tattoo ever. 

so there shouldn’t be any wonder if you were in love with her, something straight out of a romance novel or those corny, coming of age movies that could be easily replaced with something else. 

it’s only up until now that chaeyoung is the only person that’s ever allowed to ink your skin, the only individual that’s responsible for every design etched in skin and you’re in love with every single one of them. she’s a brilliant artist and you’d honestly never go to anyone else. 

but also, chaeyoung is insanely hot. like an absolute hit out of the ballpark in addition to being the sweetest person that you’ve ever met. you’d never expect it of her with a gorgeous tattoo on her lower back that you don’t even know what it is because she’s never actually made it clear herself. aside from all of the imitating and artistic ink, she has that sweet side, a calming presence while also being incredibly patient with her clients, kind nearly to a fault. to this day, chaeyoung barely changed her hourly rate, at least not for you. 

at first, it started to be relatively cheap when she was working towards her license. once she got it, her rate went up a bit, but capped out to a hundred an hour. you know from the online website that she charges far more now and despite that, chaeyoung never charged you any higher. you suspected that it was because you accidentally told her how long it took you to save up for a tattoo, back when med school was sucking the life out of you, draining every cell in your body to pay back those stupid student loans. 

chaeyoung asked you why you haven’t been coming in as often, and you being the idiot you were letting the reason spill out your mouth. you’d always tip her more than enough to cover the difference which resulted in her complaining about it after. she gave up, letting it be a normal thing between you and her, finding new and creative methods to force her to take the extra cash that you’re paying. last time that happened, you slipped it between one of her vinyls that she set off to the side before her session with you. 

the next thing you’d see on your phone were the string of curses about an hour later and it was clearly the highlight of your day. 

however, chaeyoung would also be snarky as hell and give you more than good when riled up. you know that all too well, it’s seen in the years of knowing her, all of the dollars and hours spent upon being stabbed by a needle, but you know you’ll be in good hands with chaeyoung better than any other client she’s been with. 

to backtrack, you are completely in love, and you think you sold yourself short because: 

1. chaeyoung is way out of your league.

2. chaeyoung doesn’t date her clients. 

—

the news itself was a tough pill to swallow when you foolishly told mina that she was your favorite tattoo artist and somi doubled down saying that you were totally in love with chaeyoung. of course, mina being always so forward with what she wanted took it upon herself to get her own tattoo from the said lovely tattoo artist and hopefully beat you to getting with her, just to piss you off even more. 

in all fairness, mina did it in retaliation for the new year’s kiss incident that was never really spoken about ever again, but still who in their right mind would go for something like that? 

blind arrogance and anger aside, you had gone with mina as support while also fending off any advances towards chaeyoung in the form of damage control. this effort would go up in flames and once chaeyoung had slipped her gloves on, mina kept her cool like she always does hitting on chaeyoung, making you stop cold in your tracks by fear that she would accept. 

a part of you was relieved to hear her flat out reject mina, by saying that she was a cool friend to have, but ultimately, “no thanks.” 

then the following sentence just sent your heart down into oblivion when you heard the words, “i don’t date clients.” come out of her mouth in record time. after that incident, it was a tough pill to swallow, but safeguarding all of these feelings for chaeyoung was locked away in a little box sunk to the bottom of the ocean. 

oddly enough, it hadn’t worked and yet here you were, another day with the tattoo appointment with the very focus of obsession the next day. there’s a lot of things going through your head–

regret was one of them.

second being hatred.

both of these things aren’t enough power to really cancel the appointment, but it’s fine. 

working the overnight shift down at the local hospital because there was an opening in your availability, so you took it. surprisingly enough, it was quiet for once. so just chatting on the seats along the hallway of the ER while your coworkers were getting some filing and charting done to kill the hours. thing’s are going great as they are. 

“y/n, weren’t you just here yesterday morning?” yuqi, one of the senior nurses asking across from the check-in desk opposite of you. 

“yeah,” you respond cheerfully, spinning the iced macchiato you saved in the break room to drink. this shit is aboslute dog piss, you’re thinking to yourself downing it, but it’s times like these where you’ve got to do anything to stay awake. 

yuqi frowns, disapproving and the gaze sends a shiver down your spine like she emulated your mom scolding you. “did you take a break by any chance?” 

“qi, my thirty was a little over an hour ago.” 

“when do you get off?” 

“about an hour and a half,” you tell her with a post-it note stack between your fingers. yuqi turns around for a moment, whispering numbers from the clipboard she’s skimming through next to the walkway before turning back, expression stern but prospective. 

“alright, we have more than enough people to last uss for the rest of the night, so why don’t you go ahead and get room 8 set up before heading out, i feel bad that you’re working here back to back.” 

it’s an offer you couldn’t say no to, practically keeping yourself awake with the singular functioning brain cell godforbid standing on two feet - and the appointment with chaeyoung is at nine-thirty, so getting those couple hours of sleep sounds a whole lot nicer rather than showing up looking vegetable dead the moring after. 

“bless your work, qi.” 

she reaches over the desk to lightly tap your forehead, keeping you awake with her cold fingers, “you’re one of my best people, can’t have you crashing on the floor like the other patients, right?” 

“you tell wendy that, and i’ll request another schedule change!” you chortle before swiping the chart from yuqi’s hand, stepping your way towards room 8. it was way too early for you to be this obnoxious, but hey, with three cans worth of red bull and two latte’s from nana’s coffee shop you bought before your shift this is the kind of energy you would have at 3 am. 

you’ve done well for yourself being popular with most of the nurses on your floor and you like to think it’s because you’re good at your job and not for the reason of being adopted as the surrogate baby despite being the youngest of the bunch. you’re not losing sleep over it, nor picky, but it’s better being loathed for incompetence like most of the other new nurses arriving here. 

looking down at the clipboard, you’re skimming through the charts while the brain is rapidly running through all of the symptoms considering the doctor’s potential diagnosis and how you should proceed. 

the name on the line says: son chaeyoung, 24, sprained ankle. 

quizzical, you remember the name somehow, but can’t quite place it where. not that you’d care though, almost out of here and with about two to three days off, the break from responsibilities was so close to tasting that you’re not putting any more thought into it. though, it could be because of the similar age and possibly the same university or whatever. 

a move of the curtain with the back of your hand while your leg pulls the rolling chair from behind for you to sit on without even looking up. 

“good morning ms. son. i’m not sure if the doctor has already told you, but i see here that you just have a small ankle sprain, so we’re just gonna wrap it up with a few bandages and you should be all set to leave.”

you still haven’t looked up to see ms. son just yet, instead of giving the usual tangent while getting yourself into the right position while getting some bandages from one of the drawers below. this was the fifth sprained ankle in this shift alone and you just wish that you can just say that there wasn’t any need to come to urgent care for all of this because, most people could just deal with wrapping this at home, but nothing wrong with going through the checks from a qualified professional, so you don’t say that. 

“y/n?” 

so that’s the funny part. the damn voice that makes your head snap up instantaneously to properly observe your patient becuase you know the sound of your name bouncing off the walls of her mouth and teeth. 

chaeyoung. 

even at three in the freaking morning, she’s still pretty as ever with hair disheveled, wearing black sweats and a grey oversized hoodie. this was one of the few times that you could see barely any of her tattoos, the only ones that are visible are the small ones that were marked across different parts of her fingers, a small hyperfix you have for noticing and dreaming that you get to kiss them, along with–

ah ah ah, we’re on the clock here, remember?

“chae.” you breathe her name without really thinking about it and a smile lights up her face. “i’m not supposed to see you until nine.” 

she cracks a grin, and there’s the girl that you’re so familiar with, it never gets old. “i’m not complaining, though.” 

chaeyoung’s face blushes at this and you follow from the pretty hints of pink from the peak of her cheeks down to the elegant arch of her neck. you don’t know why you said those very words, rarely ever letting a remark with that caliber out in the terms of flirting because it’s never really something that’s to be said outside of the tattoo parlor - and also because you’re deathly afraid that she’s gonna turn you down, telling you that she doesn’t want to see you again, but you need to see more of that blush that’s burning her cheeks by the second. 

“i–uh, didn’t know that you were a nurse.” chaeyoung switches up the subject quickly, sounding shocked. you don’t take any offense to that however, let alone blame her. this career choice wouldn’t even be in the considerable options for the person that’s been tatted a few things on her left arm with a back tattoo also. 

“yeah, i’m actually fresh out of nursing school.” 

“ah.” she breathes out, lifing your gaze up to see her face. 

she’s so fucking cute. 

“right, now would you mind if i can take a look at that ankle, miss son?” you observe, grining while chaeyoung scrambles to swing her injured foot over the edge of the bed. 

“my–well, my roommate brought me in because i tripped on one of her shoes and then my ankle started to swell up. i know this is a bit of an overreaction, and i’m sorry.” she rambles nervously while you’re trying not to internally swear that you’re falling more and more in love every time you hear the sounds of happiness coming out of her mouth. 

chaeyoung, your best friend. a badass, slightly introverted tattoo artist who’s also hot, with her gun and showing off endless amounts of creamy skin on her upper body, drawn up with different designs, but chaeyoung swaddled up in loungewear and twisting over her words was also adorable. 

“nothing to worry about, this was the last thing i expected to happen on my shift tonight.” you acknowledge, bring up her foot gently to your lap so that you can start bandaging. sparing a quick look up to just be sure, and fair enough, the blush is still there, now even more apparent than a few moments ago, fighting back the grin.

she’s in your place of work today, so you can do as you please. 

it’s quick work really, and with the bandage wrapped with a few metal clips, it’s secured so that her foot doesn’t move too much before pulling away, satisfied with the work. 

“thanks.” chaeyoung tells you shyly and you’re fighting to not get over how cute she’s being today, my goodness. 

“no need, just elevate it when you get home and obviously don’t do anything to strenuous, or it could get worse.” 

“does this mean i have to cancel our appointment tomorrow then, you know i wouldn’t want to do anything strenuous.” chaeyoung asks teasingly. 

aside from all of the butterflies flying in your stomach, the urge to tell chaeyoung exactly what kind of strenuous activities she shouldn’t be doing like doing a stupid dance move or tripping on another shoe - because she’s the kind of person to do that again, and it will, so you’re shaking your head while the both of your laugh. 

“chae!” a voice interrupts you two and you see a girl standing behind the curtain with a water cup in her hand. 

“manda, what the hell did i tell you?! keep your voice down, this is a hospital.” 

the girl you assume to be manda does shut up, before not giving you a very thorough look over that makes you feel a little bit uncomfortable. 

“oh, y/n. this is manda, my overprotective roommate that brought me in because she’s impulsive. and manda this is y/n, she’s my best friend since wearing diapers and a regular at my shop.” chaeyoung introduces you, a cautious tone in her voice. 

you were going to exchange some niceties only to be stopped by a gasp from the sound of your name. 

“you’re telling me that this is the y/n? the day one that you’ve been gushing over about for god knows how—” chaeyoung’s quick to slap her hand over manda’s mouth, grinning weirdly while grabbing her socks and shoes while dragging manda away. 

“well, it’s been nice seeing you lovely. actually i’ll be seeing you tomorrow anyway, so this has been fun. i’ll make sure to keep my ankle in shape.” chaeyoung calls back to you, totally ignoring her own words as clearly puts weight on the said injured foot, towing her roomate away, hand over her mouth still. 

“wait!” you exclaim to her peeking out the doorway, “you have to sign the release form!” trying to tell her, but she’s already past the corner and into the main lobby of seats without even putting her shoes back on. the whole dilemma makes you laugh. 

maybe the chance of getting with your best friend is a lot more apparent than it seems. 

—

chaeyoung, on the other hand, wants to die. honest to god for the feeling of crawling into a cave to rot for eternity. 

she’s done a really great job for as long as she could not letting you know that she loves you, while also wanting nothing more than to just have a full-fledged confession scene occur out in the rain. it’s only this possible for her feeling this way for years now. 

unlike you, she’s had her fair share of slips-ups. as a matter of fact, she’s absolutely god awful at keeping things somewhat professional with you and if her brother jeonghoon found out how often she’s taken advantage of your trust as a tattoo artist, then she knew that things wouldn’t be pretty. 

admittingly, chaeyoung also hides the fact of the countless times your clothes were off in the shop. it didnt’ mean to start off like this, but any chance that she got, she wanted you to show as much skin as possible - you know, for stenciling purposes and whatnot. 

a simple tattoo on the arm? roll up the sleeve. 

a tattoo in between your breasts and under off to the side? you’re cupping your breasts for her on the bench. 

even a freaking ankle tattoo? you’d happily oblige with taking off your sweatpants when you didn’t even need to. 

it didn’t matter, whatever chaeyoung wanted for her hobby, she would get. 

all of that would be thrown under the bus because her roommate manda outed her which makes the whole act completely derailed, and she doesn’t know how she’s gonna face you in a few hours. 

chaeyoung has known you since that one random middle school event that was probably a halloween party for the class one day where you dressed up as coraline and she was emulating the early forms of her gothic, grunge core aesthetic. you took it upon yourself to compliment her appearance and ever since that interaction, you and her have been attached to the hip. 

it was some achievement that you’d be the first person chaeyoung would tattoo, but it meant a lot to her. marking you up to make her art was something that she appreciated along with being the first customer. 

your body for her was her own personal canvas, no one else has had the luxury to ink your skin except for her, and the thrill that comes with it is just amazing. in the design book, your tattoos are the ones that chaeyoung always showcases, because they are the epitome of perfection, and she makes sure of it. she’s been the person to point at for every single body modification on you up until now. 

it had been a little bit after the visit to the emergency room, and now she’s going to see you, cursing at the fact that her roommate manda and her big mouth. she groans once sitting up the bed, getting up with a hitch in her step because of her ankle - so much for dressing up, it’ll be a lazy outfit for today. 

even though it hadn’t been that long–considerably a while–-since chaeyoung had last seen you, completely forgetting the fact that you were a nurse, but that just made you hotter in chaeyoung’s eyes. it’s insane to even think about for your own good, a healthcare professional that saves lives on the regular, yeah you’re instantaneously hotter. 

a quick shower and dress up is how chaeyoung does on a typical workday to see her favorite client: a simple shirt that shows all of the tattoos she has on her arms. on the agenda for you was some backwork and knowing that you love to have your head laid onto the side, she hopes that it’ll be a good view to see all of the designs that are on chaeyoung’s arms. 

making her way to the kitchen, chaeyoung’s eyes were set on manda who looks to be making an apology breakfast for her. 

“chae, you’re up! how’s your ankle?” she asks. chaeyoung doesn’t respond, just sitting down and glaring at the back of her roommate's head. manda turns around, a frown marring her normal happy face and lets out a sigh of irritation. “i’m sorry! i don’t know why i said that but i’m sure that it’ll be okay! maybe y/n loves you back and this is just something you needed, consider this a favor!” 

chaeyoung swipes the jug of juice, pouring herself a glass before tossing the cap, clearly unhappy with this development of everything so far.

“hey! what the hell! i said i was sorry!

chaeyoung sighs, hanging her head while manda sets down a plate of waffles down, mumbling a sound of acceptance. “it’s fine, just please keep your big mouth shut about it, okay? don’t even think about coming by the shop, i’ll be tattooing her in a bit.’

“you got it.” manda says, nodding her head resolutely. 

as chaeyoung prepares to dig into her breakfast, manda sits across from her, looking like she wants to say a few more things and she figures that it’s better to get it all out on the table now rather than later. “just say it.”

“you’ve known your best friend for so many years now. why are you staying quiet about it? you’ve been her tattoo artist and you haven’t done a single move on her!”

“god, can you just–”

“you’re not taking advantage of it! for all i know maybe y/n feels the same way!” manda finally says before pondering to add anything else. instead, “okay, i’m done with my rant now.” 

chaeyoung considers her words, and she’s not wrong. the chemistry between you and her has always been crazy, just by being in the same room as you, it drives her up the wall in some cases. while manda might be saying is true, it also solidifies the fact that every tattoo that she put on you was an extension of her no matter how long it took or how it looked. 

she remembers you laughing at all the times of her taking forever, messing around with the size and placement of the stencil. you’d tell her every single time that it was fine, it was those kinds of appointments which turned into hangouts despite the difference in schedules between you two. 

“you’re right.” chaeyoung says, “because you told her that i like her, and now well something has to happen. i can’t ignore this anymore. 

manda simply giggles and chaeyoung puts on her glasses before getting ready to head out the door. she has a client to see soon after all. 

—

now in her own workspace, chaeyoung fiddles around with the different trinkets and equipment about several times because of her sheer nerves because what was she going to do? you know about her massive crush now and there’s nothing but nerves ever since. were you going to say anything about it? what would she do? how should she react to it?

she hates it here, it’s because she’s never been this nervous with you before. 

all of her thoughts would have to wait when they’re interrupted by you entering the room, wearing black baggy jeans and a simple black sweater that might be a little bit cropped that exposes your lower abs. in scrubs or in normal clothes, you looked way to good. 

“hey,” you snap her attention towards you with a bright smile. “your brother at the front just told me to come in, i figured that you were busy getting ready so–”

“that’s okay! i-i was just cleaning a bit, go ahead and sit down while i get the stencil ready.” 

chaeyoung can’t believe what she sounds like right now, she needs to get it together. 

“everything good with you chae?” you ask her while setting yourself on the bench.

chaeyoung is definitely not okay, at this point she wants to melt into slime on the floor, but you haven’t brought up manda’s big fumble so things might be fine. she hates how you say her nickname, it’s so natural, but why does it feel so different now?

“i’m good, even better now that you’re sitting down i’ll show you the sketch.”

you comply, eyes parting like saucers when chaeyoung shows you the sketch of the symbols that you were going to have on the right side of your back. chaeyoung herself hand picked the words and the meaning behind them so needless to say, “my god!? i love it!” 

“it’ll be somewhat similar to what i have on my back already, so i took a bit of inspiration to be honest.” 

“so, matching tattoos basically?” 

“yep.” 

“best friends for so many years and we’ll finally have matching tattoos.”

the hum of the tattoo gun starts to buzz in the room and chaeyoung is blasting some music to help mask it, helps her get in the zone. 

your session was a little over two hours, the outlining was probably the most challenging part since chaeyoung wouldn’t stop drooling at your toned back at times for you to say her name in order to snap out of it. other than that, most of the work had been finished and the last thing was to get the shading in between the open spaces of the symbols. 

“i think we can have this finished by tomorrow.” she says to you, looking up when she has the mirror reflecting the almost completed project. “what do you think?” 

“you sure? i felt like we can have this done by today.” 

chaeyoung leans over to you sitting upright, wrapping your new ink on your shoulder while her face was extremely close to yours, face burning up when she feels your breath hot on her neck. “i’d love to keep you here so that we can catch up, but i do have another client in about thirty minutes.” 

“how does tomorrow sound?” 

“you might be in pain from today as it is.” 

“so? this is nothing new for the both of us.” you tell her, fingers waving forward and backward in the space below while maintaining eye contact. 

“you’re an idiot.” 

“but you love that don’t you?” 

chaeyoung giggles, and you’re putting back on your sweater before standing up on the way out of the door. “so i’ll see you soon then?” you ask, and chaeyoung just nods with a dimple peaking out while your back is turned to her, door closing behind leaving her alone. 

she’s definitely fucked, and it’s even worse when she can’t even speak to you properly anymore.

—

“y/n.”

“hmm?”

“stop moving.” 

you don’t move again in the next session the following day. chaeyoung props her elbow on the line of your lower back, catching on the corner of her eye when your upper back muscles tense up from the sudden pressure. she could get lost on how your body looks from the back and the front, but she loses the willpower to (god help her delusional mind when she finally sits back down on the chair)

eventually, she finally finishes the symbol design in a matter of an hour and to her honesty, it’s one of the best works that chaeyoung had on you for a while now. 

you look at it from the full body mirror on the door, but you’re not even paying single attention to the new design when chaeyoung sees your eyes not even looking at the tattoo, but at her. “you idiot! you’re not even looking!” 

“so, i already did.” you retort, and chaeyoung wants to smack you. 

“do you not like it?” 

“i do, it’s amazing, but this is not what i’m thinking about right now.” 

chaeyoung and her two functioning boba brain cells managed to connect the dots: you were talking about her. as cheesy as it sounds but she falls for it, and had already fallen for you. 

“so, are we gonna keep ignoring what’s happening between us, or do i have the chance to ask you out on a date?” 

“y/n, i know you’re one of my best friends for all time now, but you forget that i don’t date clients.” 

you laugh, stepping closer to her where the space suddenly gets small in the room. physical touches between friends had always been natural with chaeyoung. for some reason, chaeyoung can’t function properly when you’re grabbing her cheek with your slender fingers, imposing your eyes into her’s, staring into her soul.

“i think you can make an exception for me then.”

chaeyoung slaps your hand lightly away from her face, hiding her blush terribly with that same dimple under her cheek breaking through. you’ve already won. “i’ll come get you at 7:30, so be ready by then.” 

chaeyoung too, has also won, without having any role in this development at all.

—

despite being excited for the first date, that gets swept under the bus because once you were at the doorstep at her apartment, chaeyoung decides that it doesn’t matter if she eats or not (she’s gonna eat regardless). she wanted you and needed you now. 

outside of the hospital and tattoo parlor, chaeyoung has danced around the idea of hooking up with her best friend, and luckily the stars aligned when you felt the same way. the dinner was completely unnecessary for her to get you.

and, she motions you inside, following dutifully, taking off your shoes and sliding them into the rack nearby. “i made a reservation at that one place you always liked and after i thought we could just hit the roller rink after.”

chaeyoung ignores you, instead she grabs your arm to drag you to her room. “chae? what’s happening–” 

she shuts you up by kissing you, pressing you against the door. swiping her tongue across the opening of your mouth, letting out a moan once she finally achieves what she’s been building up to for so long. you’re quick to pick up on the message, i mean shit–you could let her do all the work for all you care, but that would take out some of the fun anyway. 

your tongue continues to fight for dominance against hers, hands sliding across her body, reaching down for her ass, grasping it that makes her let out a whine, grinding your knee into the space between her legs. chaeyoung is the first to pull away, resting her head on the front of your shoulder, “fuck–do you know how long i’ve–”

“we really doing this or what?” 

“i’m gonna lose my mind if you don’t get your fingers inside of me right now, so shut the fuck up.” 

her lips are quick to get on yours again, hands sliding underneath her dress and onto her ass, clutching it with everything in your grip enough to get bruises on them, and you will. chaeyoung slips off your aviator jacket, leaving you just in your shirt while it showcases the tattoos that she put on you across your arms. 

managing to reach the bed rather than just getting it down right on the floor, you sit while chaeyoung strips her white oversized sweater, revealing a lacy black bra underneath and all of the tattoos that were on her arms: the line of carrots, her birdcage, the heart and arrow on the side of her neck. everything about her was so alluring, and it’s making you crave for her more. 

she’s quick to straddle you, breathless, like she too is nervous for what’s about to happen. you laugh, “what?” she asks, letting herself nestle into the cushiony seat of your thighs, hands on her bra before it’s up in the air and out of the picture. 

“nothing,” you say, landing a feathery kiss onto her small, perky breast. “you’re so quick to jump on this like you’ve been wanting this to happen.” 

chaeyoung tries to respond, only to let out a moan when your mouth lands on her nipple, slicking it up with saliva while you massage the other one. she shivers at the lovingly touches you’re giving her, lightly playing with the back of your hair on your neck as you indulged in her tits. 

“god, you’re—so fucking–” she grips your head deeper into her chest. “please–y/n–i can’t–”

your eyes look up to hers, mouth still on her nipple, pulling away for a second to catch your breath. “you look so good for me, pretty–god–” chaeyoung pulls you up to her face for another kiss, groaning again for more need, and drowning in pure bliss. 

quick to elevate the next move, you flip her over, bedding being ruffled when her back hits the sheets, a laugh leaves her lips and your mouth is all over her neck. chaeyoung loves this, she’s been waiting for this fantasy to be fulfilled for the longest time now and it’s finally happening all at once. 

“i’m gonna make you feel good now. does that sound good?” 

“please.” chaeyoung stutters out. 

“anything for you, pretty.” 

you then start to trail down to her sweatpants, tugging them away, smiling in satisfaction when it’s a lacy red g string with a visible wet spot in the middle, her hips twitch when you press a finger lightly across the fabric. they’re the next article of clothing to go, kissing up her inner thighs and chaeyoung can’t bear to look at the action of the top of your head happening down to her core. 

“baby, you’re dripping for me.” 

“f-fuck–”

“that’s fine, i like it when you’re excited for me. it’s cute.” 

not even giving her the luxury to speak after that, you latch your mouth onto her cunt and the sudden surge of pleasure makes her groan out loud that even catches you off guard. the surprise is also apparent when she places her feet on the small dips on your collar bones, giving you more area to work with as you’re lapping her pussy up. 

chaeyoung reaches for your hair the more you let your tongue dampen from the wetness of her slit, trying different ways to get new tones of moans out from her, this method works when you slip two fingers inside her and my god she’s soaked. 

“ngh–fuck y-y/n–baby, i��yes–yes, right there.”

she’s jerking and grasping for anything within arms reach, to keep her mind off from the spot inside her that’s being sucked away by you. it’s fucking her head when your tongue reaches deep, ass off the mattress before you restrain her down. 

“don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop–”

you hum into her core again, pulling away slightly over her swollen cunt, “you’re close are you?” 

“shit–why did you—” 

“i have an idea.” 

chaeyoung then sees you rise up from the edge of the bed, shifting her back more onto the mattress before slipping out of your pants and underwear, waddling through to chaeyoung’s head before turning around with your pussy hovering over. you then see chaeyoung lick her lips in anticipation of what you were doing, the eyes telling you how much she wanted you and you couldn’t complain about it. 

“don’t be shy, y/n. sit on me.” 

oh. 

smiling at her command, you press your pussy onto her mouth, stifling a moan before you lean over to resume eating chaeyoung out. the sounds that fill up the room are sinful, reactions of approval with hands grabbing at skin, humming inside each other's core to edge out one over the next. chaeyoung is a quick learner when she returns the same treatment you gave her by slipping a finger against your folds, clutching the blanket next to you two while you feverishly grind your cunt over her tongue. 

two could play at that game, and you up the ante with licking up her folds, thumb tapping her clit once, then twice, then a third. she’s shaking into the bed, you’re trying to catch your breath - everything about this first time is euphoric - it’s amazing to relish in when you hook your hands underneath her thighs, finishing up the course that you’ve been craving over the planned dinner. then–

“fuck, baby. i’m so–so close.” 

chaeyoung is begging to cum, and you’re fighting the tightrope in your stomach to not cum before her, but you’re picking it up and she is preactially yelping at this point. eventually, she lets go, trembling when you clean up the arousal, that savory juice that is soaking your fingers and leaking out of her well-worked cunt. 

you’re quick to follow too, gripping her waist and forcing your hips down on her, nearly suffocating to the point before you also let loose from the swirling mouth and tongue eating you up from the inside. shaking once you lift your hips off of chaeyoung’s face, plopping down beside her and leaving sloppy kisses all over her face and neck, drunk on the scent from you and her. 

—

it might’ve been a few hours or the next morning, and the dinner reservation is out of speculation.

chaeyoung is the first to wake up and takes the time to observe her new piece of art in a more closer detail. it’s been a while since she had a chance to look at you like this, tracing along the slopes of your cheeks, the dunes across your chest and waist, down to your hips. she sees the ink all over your arm, especially the one in between your breasts - the inscribed saying under your right boob. everything about you was impressive, and the shading was spot on. 

“admiring the curation?” you ask her, voice labored while you peek down through your pretty lashes. 

“yeah, i’m good at what i do, i can see why you always came back to see me.”

“oh, trust me. you are, but that’s not why i come back to you.” you break a grin and chaeyoung blushes through the compliment,

“shut up.” she says, slapping your arm in retaliation. 

“i do like the one you just did on me recently, the symbol and everything. now cool that we match.” you say, showing the underside of your wrist, “i want this one to be filled in. something meaningful too by the way.” 

chaeyoung scowls. “it’ll be small, but what do you want?” 

“hmm,” you’re being pensive, staring up at the ceiling. “i dunno, something that’s already on you that can be put on me.” 

chaeyoung then shakes her head. “no.” 

you laugh, “would chae be sufficient for you instead of the tattoos you have already?” 

“deal.” 

“okay, i’ll come by next week to get that taken care of.” 

“i’ll get one on me also.” 

you comb her hair, looking at her confused, “what do you mean?” raising a brow after. 

“you’ll see later.” she tells you. 

you find out later indeed, when you’re going down on her on the kitchen counter top, noticing the bandage that finds your name inked just over the small divot of her hip. 

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puff, puff, pass

son chaeyoung x fem!reader ; smut

synopsis: a party that was meant to be spent with your friends was very enjoyable, but not in the way you were expecting.

warnings: smut ; smoking ; alcohol ; cursing; thigh riding ; fingering ; oral (reader receiving) ; slight temperature play ; dom!chaeyoung ; sub!reader ; praise ; spelling mistakes ; not proofread

w/c: 2.5k

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it was loud, hot, and crowded, but you didn’t care.

your hands were in the air, a drink in one, as you swayed your body to the music. the smell of weed was lingering through the house, and it made the party that much more enjoyable.

you continued to dance, having the time of your life, until you looked up and saw a girl that, in your tipsy mind, looked like she was sent from heaven itself. you studied her features from afar, from her blonde hair tied up in a bun to her mole just right of her lips. when you looked back up to her eyes,

you were startled to see she was staring back at you. then she starts to walk towards you, slipping past the dancing people. you give your drink to your friend, dismissing the questions. in a second she’s infront of you, slightly looking down at you.

“hey-“ you start, but are silenced when she puts her hands on your waist.

she leans down to your ear, whispering “just dance with me, pretty.” your face goes red, and suddenly you’re thankful for the bright and colorful lights. you nod, continuing to dance to the music.

the two of you sway to the music making small talk, then she turns you around. her hands find your waist again, following your hips as you dance on her. it’s sensual, and you feel your body heating up. she leans down again, whispering, “wanna find a room?” you turn around eagerly, nodding.

she grabs your hand and leads you upstairs. as she drags you along, you ask her curiously, “what’s your name by the way?”

she looks back at you, saying “chaeyoung. you?”

“y/n” you reply.

she hums in acknowledgment, entering an empty room. you eagerly watch as she goes to sit on the bed, but become confused when she pulls out a stick from her pocket?

she brings it up to her mouth, and uses a lighter to light it. oh, weed. you watch intently as she inhales, savoring it, then blows it towards you.

“want a hit?” she asks, holding it out towards you.

you nervously look at it, but decide that there’s a first time for everything; you just hoped she couldn’t tell you’d never done it before.

you take it from her, then reach it up to your mouth. you inhale sharply, but immediately burst in a coughing fit. “f-fuck!” you say, covering your mouth with your sleeve. the girl beside you laughs.

she takes the joint back from you, and says with a smile, “i’ll teach you, here.” she brings the joint up to your mouth. “slowly..” you slowly inhale, feeling more comfortable with chaeyoung instructing you. “okay now exhale.” you do, watching the smoke flow infront of you. she hands it to you and you try again, successfully doing it without coughing.

you turn to her smiling, but your breath hitches when you realize how close you two are. if you moved forward even an inch your lips would touch, and you didn’t mind the idea of that.

your eyes travel down to her lips, admiring the natural pink color. but when they travel back up to her eyes, the look in them changed. they’re dark and full of lust.

before you even get another thought in, her lips are on yours. you feel a hand grab your chin harshly, but it doesn’t hurt. you’re too enticed with the feeling of your lips against one another’s. the way they move in sync. the way chaeyoung bites your bottom lip, influencing a quiet moan from your mouth.

she breaks away, setting the joint on the bedside table. she then pulls you into her lap, making you straddle her as she sits on the edge of the bed.

soft hands find your waist instantly, and she brings your lips together again. it’s sloppy, but you like it.

she breaks again, but this time she starts leaving open mouthed kisses down your jaw, then your neck. “fuck… i’m gonna mark you and let everyone know you’re mine, you hear me?” she mutters, kissing down your neck.

you whimper, head tilting back to give her more room. you clutch at her shoulder, and a sharp moan escapes your lips when she finds your pulse point. smiling, she continues to suck on it, relishing the noises escaping your throat.

she stops, then leans back to admire her work. she smiles, then bites her lip thoughtfully. “i know what it needs.” she says.

you’re panting, confused as to why she stopped. she reaches over and grabs the joint off the bedside table, then looks up at you. “can i mark you with this?”

oh.

you feel the slick in your panties multiply. you nod eagerly, then wait in anticipation as she brings the lit joint up to your pulse point.

she presses it against your skin, and your breath hitches. it should hurt. you know it should. but why does it feel… good?

she pulls it away, then looks at it again. she kisses it lightly, then focuses back on your face. “raise your arms, pretty.” you comply, and she raises your shirt over your head, revealing your black laced bra. her tongue pokes the inside of her cheek as she admires the view infront of her. she reaches behind your back, hands on the clasp of the bra before looking up at you. you nod, and she unclasps it, letting it fall. “fuck, baby… you’re beautiful.”

you blush, getting somewhat shy being exposed infront of her. when you look back at her, she seems lost in thought. “whatre you thinking about?” you ask.

“how good you’d look with marks all over your body.” she replies, taking you by surprise.

you shift in her lap, trying to relieve the growing ache in between your legs.

“aww baby… you could’ve told me you were having trouble..” she says coyly. you whine, looking her in the eyes. she stares up at you, a dark look washing over her eyes. “fuck, i’m going to ruin you.”

you whimper, staring pleadingly into her eyes. “please chae… i need it-“

“need what?” she says, cutting you off.

“you know what…” you say, looking away shyly.

“i do, but i want to hear it coming from your pretty lips.” heat spreads throughout your body, and you answer.

“fuck.. chaeng please. i want— no i need you… your fingers, your tongue, anything-“ you beg, staring at her with pleading eyes.

she smirks. “get up and strip.” she says in a demanding voice. you instantly do as she says, not wanting to delay your release any longer.

you’re naked infront of her, about to get on the bed when she stops you. “did you really think it’d be that easy?” she says, smirking, “be a good girl and come ride my thigh.”

you can feel arousal dripping down your legs as you go over to her, placing yourself on her thigh. you immediately tense at the contact. a soft whimper escapes your lips, the denim fabric of her jeans hitting your clit perfectly.

“you know what to do, pretty girl.” chaeyoung says, admiring the view infront of her. you slowly start to grind yourself on her thigh, pacing yourself, and she watches as you releive yourself on her thigh.

she brings the joint up to her mouth again, and takes another hit. she blows it in your face before bringing the joint to your boobs. “they’re beautiful now, but i wonder how they’d look with marks all over them…” she says.

you whimper, the words adding to your growing pleasure. you tense as the hot tip meets the point just above your erect nipple. “f-fuck!” you moan, head falling on chaeyoungs shoulder.

“that’s it, pretty girl… just like that.” she says. she places the joint down and brings her hands to your hips. she simultaneously flexes her thigh and guides your hips down harder, and that combined with the rough texture of the fabric is enough to make you moan into her ear. “fuck- chaeyoung!”

your thighs shake. the pleasure is so unbelievably good, and when chaeyoung begins to kiss your neck again, you let go.

your cum soaks into her jeans, and you slowly come to a stop with your head resting on your shoulder.

“you did so good for me baby…” chaeyoung says, kissing the top of your head, “but can you handle more?”

you raise your head, looking into her eyes. you nod before licking your lips and kissing her hungrily.

your tongues mold together, and her hands come up to knead your boobs. she twists and pinches your sensitive nipples, but you get impatient.

you tug on the hem of her shirt before breaking away, panting out a heavy “please… i want to see you.” she smiles with a gleam in her eye.

“only because you asked so nicely..” she says, taking off her shirt. she then makes quick work of her pants.

when you see her soiled panties, you take pride in knowing that she’s enjoying this just as much as you are. you press yourself up against the headboard, watching as she removes the last pieces of clothing. as your eyes travel down her body, your feel your arousal leak down your pussy. she quickly starts to move towards you, and you meet her halfway, eager to feel her.

the kiss is searing, bringing heat to both of your bodies. her hands explore your body, silently worshipping every curve.

she breaks apart, using a finger to tilt your chin up. “lay down for me, beautiful. i’m going to make sure everyone knows you’re mine”

another pulse of heat makes your need multiply. you quickly do as she says, laying down against the pillow. she pushes you down with a gentle hand on your chest as she straddles your abdomen.

she begins to suck hickeys all over your boobs, her fingers trailing down the sides of your stomach. each suck on your body emits a moan from your mouth.

she pulls back, admiring her work. she then brings the joint to each one, sealing the hickey with another mark. you bite your lip, trying to keep quiet.

she stops, then reaches up to grab your face. she kisses you sweetly, then whispers in your ear. “i want to hear you. i want to hear every beautiful sound that comes from your body, do you understand?”

you buck your hips up as much as you can with her still sitting on you, nodding quickly. “yes- yes, i do!- just.. please!”

she laughs, then moves down. she trails her fingers down, leaving open mouthed kisses all over.

she slowly spreads your legs, moving in between them. she stares at your sopping cunt with a gleam in her eyes.

she leans down, but just as you thought she was about to relieve your ache, she moves just to the side to your inner thigh. sucking a hickey.

your hips buck up needily. “fuck! chaeyoung, please!- i need you!” you breath out shakily.

she smiles, then wraps her arms around your thighs, locking you in place. her face gets closer to your cunt, and when you feel the heat of her breath, you involuntary clench.

“so needy… just stay still, pretty girl. i’ll take care of you.” she says, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh.

when her mouth finally makes contact with your pulsing pussy, your back arches. your hands immediately go to her head, wanting nothing more than for chaeyoung to keep her mouth on you.

“f-fuck! chaeyoung-“ you moan out in a high pitched voice. even though she had just started, her skillful tongue was already bringing you to the edge. but chaeyoung knew.

she grabbed your hands from her hair, and swiftly moved to pin them above your head. “not yet, pretty girl,” she whispers in your ear, “tell me what you want.”

you whine, your head thrashing side to side. you were less shy about voicing your opinions when she asked this time, so you confidently said, “you, chaeyoung. i want you. your fingers, your tongue- anything!” you said, bucking your hips up, “fuck, please i just need to cum-“

you’re cut off with a kiss, “anything for you, beautiful.” she whispers.

you mind is hazed as you watch her hand travel down to your heat. when you feel a finger dip inside quickly, then retract as if it weren’t there, you whine.

“so wet baby… is this all for me?” she asked in a deep voice.

you look up at her, biting your lip. “it’s all yours!- all for you, chae…”

she chuckles. “that’s my pretty girl.”

another wave of heat runs through your body, and a soft mewl comes from your mouth. chaeyoung releases your hands, then moves downward again, getting level with your pussy.

“fuck… i can make you higher than weed ever could, beautiful.”

you moan at her words, and your breath hitches when you feel two of her fingers slip inside of you. the stretch is a welcome burn, and it fuels your already pending orgasm.

chaeyoung leans down and places a soft kiss to your sensitive clit. your hips jerk up, and as chaeyoung continues to thrust her fingers inside of you faster, you moan her name over and over again.

she kisses the inside of your thigh again, saying, “you’re taking me so well.. such a good girl.”

normally you’d be embarrassed if someone said something like that to you, but you can focus on nothing except the sounds coming from your wet cunt as chaeyoung harasses it endlessly.

“f-fuck, chaeyoung, i’m c-close!- ah!-” her hand slips under the small of your back, forcing you to arch it.

“just like that, baby.” she whispers, almost inaudible over the sound of your moans. all you need is one little push to bring you over the edge, and when chaeyoung latches her lips onto your clit, it’s done.

you moan her name over and over again with fistfuls of sheets and an arched back. she helps you ride out your orgasm until she finally comes to a stop.

she slowly pulls her fingers out, and you let out another moan. you watch as she brings her fingers to her mouth and sucks them throughly, all while keeping eye contact.

you close your eyes, tired and fucked out. you feel arms wrap around you, and you’re pulled into chaeyoungs warm embrace.

the two of you lay like that for a while, which chaeyoung stroking your hair softly, leaving kisses on your head every once in a while.

the silence is broken when chaeyoung speaks up. “i know you’re tired… but do you want to go back to my place? there’s something… fun i think you might enjoy.” she whispers agains your head.

you look up at her. “like what..?” you ask, hoping it’s what you’re thinking.

she smiles, “well, it’s 9 inches and purple, so-“

you’re up instantly. the thought of chaeyoung wearing a strap brought all your energy back, and soon the two of you are out the door, forgetting the joint on the floor.

you have trouble walking, but you lean on chaeyoung for support as you leave the party that proved to be very enjoyable.

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a/n: MY FIRST SMUT. cliche storyline blah blah blah I DONT CAREEREE. this was so rushed i wrote this so quick i just needed to get my mind off of the MAN. @nr1chaedickrider enjoy 🤗

#chaeyoung x reader #son chaeyoung #chaeyoung smut #twice #kpop girl group smut #wlw #twice smut #fruitr0llup

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Masterlist..

Sakuras Cousin:

Yunjin x Fem!reader.

You're sakuras cousin, you and yunjin both have an interest in each other but a specific member doesn't like that. (sakura) So you part ways, go through multiple different challenges in your relationship, making it rocky and difficult. Feelings get hurt, tears get shed, will you guys make it and last until the end? ... -Ongoing-

1. Not aloud

2. Flirting

3. Instagram

4. Cute

5. Mine

6. Caught by kkura

7. Blondie

8. Dinner date

9. Matching post

10. Chefs

11. My fave streamer

12. Railing

13. I'm sorry.

14. The truth

15. Kim Minju

16. Jealousy over a hoodie

17. Wait, what?

18. Getaway

19. Jealous Jen

20. Get married 👍

21. The world is healing

22. Uh-oh

23. 2Kim

24. Talk it out

25. Make out

26. Good golly

27. "STOP MAKING FUN OF MY SPELLING."

28. You're so horny

29. HWSHSHICEOA

30. Surprise?

31. Your Girl.

32. Posting again??

33. Quotes

34. Pr or no?

35. Babies

36. Damn..

37. In love with you.

38. That's our song.

39. Public.

40. Low blow.

41. Reality check.

42. Not for you.

43. Money, Money, Money.

44. Scandal Saviour

44. Are you insane??

45. Too fine

Fall in love with you.

Sakura x Fem!reader

You've been a fan of sakura for as long as you remember, it's always been a joke that sakura's your girlfriend. You're an influencer but half of your page ends up being sakura. But little did you know, she's a fan of you too. What happens when one day, she reaches out to you.. but she's nothing like you imagined? ... -Ongoing-

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Teenage love.

Eunchae and Y/n experiencing teenage love together for the first time, but one mistake makes their relationship more risky and a lot more effort had to be put in. Can they do it? ... -Ongoing-

Eunchae x Fem!Reader

Dammit.

Run.

Try Again.

Forbiddingly Yours.

In a world where loving someone with a different surname is forbidden, but the two daughters of the most respected and well known families of Taiwan fall in love with each other. Chou Tzuyu and Lu Y/n. Can they keep things hidden? ... - Ongoing -

Tzuyu x Fem!reader

Intro!

[1] First talk

[2] I'm yours

[3] Melting

[4] Uh oh..

[5] Did it hurt?

[6] Seriously?

[7] Cheater!

[8] Lying.

[9] Break up.

[10] Falling.

[11] Explaining.

[12] Try again.

[13] Mine all mine.

[14] My love.

[15] What?

[16] Giving Up.

[17] Screw you.

[18] It's over.

[19] She needs to know.

[20] Korea and Vietnam.

[21] Secret Lu.

[22] Is it mine?

[23] Choices.

[24] Win her back.

[25] Won their love.

[26] Anniversary.

[27] Truly yours.

[28] Twice?

[29] Well..

[30] You didn't tell me??

To be continued...

Have Faith In Me

Kim Minji and Lu Y/n. One new jeans member, One lesserafim member. They get paired up as roommates for the new reality show of living with Nwjs and Lsfm made by their managements. They start off on the wrong foot but slowly get along.. -Ongoing-

Kim Minji x Fem!Reader

(Lsfm profiles) (Lsfm contact names)

1. Dorm arrangement

2. Word on the street

3. Bad first meet!

4. Physical!

5. Bad plans

6. Okay so..

7. Danielle

8. Hotel room

9. Girlfriend

10. Vietnamese Lesson

11. Loser

12. Pochacco war

13. Em yêu chị

A/N: CHANGE OF PLANS. Y/N IS BORN 2002. BUT EUNCHAE DOESNT CALL HER UNNIE HALF OF THE TIME.

One-shots..

A collection of my short stories/one shots 😁

Lesserafim..

Miyawaki Sakura:

All couples fight. [A]

Back the fuck up. [A, S, F]

Change for us, since you ruined me. [A, S, F]

Jealous g!p sakura [S]

Huh Yunjin:

Expect the unexpected [S]

Kim Chaewon:

nothing yet..

Nakamura Kazuha:

None yet...

Hong Eunchae:

Dammit. [F]

Run. [F]

Try Again. [F]

Twice..

Im Nayeon:

Not Over You. [F]

Yoo Jeongyeon

nothing yet..

Hirai Momo:

nothing yet..

Minatozaki Sana:

Falling for you. [F, A]

After Breakup Jealousy [A, F]

Park Jihyo:

nothing yet..

Myoui Mina:

nothing yet..

Kim Dahyun:

nothing yet..

Son Chaeyoung:

nothing yet..

Chou Tzuyu:

Long Distance [A, F]

New Jeans..

Kim Minji:

Campus Crush [A, F, S]

Kang Haerin:

Jealous Y/n [F]

Gf texts [F]

Second masterlist!

#huh yunjin #sakura miyawaki #lesserafim #yunjin #miyawaki sakura #tzuyu #nayeon #jeongyeon #momo #twice sana #park jihyo #mina #dahyun #chaeyoung #chou tzuyu #im nayeon #yoo jeongyeon #hirarimomo #minatozaki sana #myoui mina #kim dahyun #son chaeyoung #sakura miyawaki x reader #kim chaewon #chaewon #le sserafim #eunchae #hong eunchae #kazuha #nakamura kazuha

[whiteteadreams]

Watching Over You

Paring: Yandere!Gaurdian Angel!Lee Taeyong x Human!Female Reader

Preview: Turning your head to question his silence, his expression could only be described as fucking appalled. “What’s the matter?” His expression was even more flabbergasted if that could be possible. 

“What’s the matter? Darling, only a fucking fool would break up with you.” You felt hot despite the cold air, even your ears were warm. The heat didn’t stop even when his freezing hands were now cupping your cheeks. He smashed his lips into yours, ignoring the pain shooting through his nose when it pressed into your cheek a bit too roughly.

Word Count: 13.3k 

Genre: Yandere, darker theme, Non-Idol AU, kinda paranormal AU, angst, fluff, smut

Warnings: Yandere/obsessive behavior, manipulation, taeyong using her trauma against her, sexual non-con watching (extremely easy to miss!!), violence, slight religious themes, summoning the devil, overall abusive and toxic relationship, she has a cat named ferguson 

Smut Warnings: body worship (f receiving), oral sex (f receiving), boob worship, praise, pet names (baby, etc), rimming (f receiving), slight ass eating (f receiving), unprotected sex (let's not), one night stand, kitchen sex, living room sex, he slaps her once, riding, slight humiliation, finger sucking, he calls her his bitch, slut, messy, etc. fingering her ass 

a/n- this is my first yandere/dark fic so I hope you guys like it! and this is purely fiction, I don't see taeyong as someone who would truly act like this. AND BIG THANK YOU TO MY TUMBLR BESTIE @neowinestainedress FOR HELPING ME COME UP WITH THE ENDING!!!!!!!! I'm also so sorry abt this taking forever, I got sick and then schoolwork piled up and it was all just a mess. I hope this was worth the wait and if it isn't, I'm so sorry. again, thank you rebs for supporting me thru this lol.

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Moving on was harder than you thought it would be. When you were younger and as single as possible, you always thought that when a serious relationship ended, it wouldn’t be too hard, for you at least. Younger you was very wrong, because here you were, a whopping seven months after your relationship had ending, still sulking.

“Get your ass out of your apartment right now.” The screaming voice caused you to pull your phone away from your ear as you winced. “Come on Chae, it’s comfortable here. Nice and cold, with Ferguson.” When hearing his name, the chubby cat waddled over to your sitting figure on the floor and flopped down.  “See, Fergie-Boy wouldn’t ever leave me, he came over to me when he heard him name.” You pulled away from the phone to coo at the cat. “You’re my baby aren’t you, my little boy, my son.”

The baby talk was interrupted when you heard Chaeyoung’s cackling. “Okay, you really need to get out of the house that isn’t because of uni or work.”  You heard the sign that Chaeyoung let out through the phone, and it made you wonder if she was right. Should you get out, in that way? Meet someone? Move on?

You wouldn’t have realized that you said that last part out loud if Chaeyoung didn’t yell out, “Yes Y/n, move on, get over him. You deserve better, don’t give him any more of your tears, he isn’t worthy.” You knew she was right, but of course, you were still hesitant. “Okay Chae, let’s go out.” Finally giving in, you gave Ferguson another pat and then got up from your spot.

“That’s great Y/n! Now let me in.” You had already hung up the phone, Chaeyoung’s voice wasn’t coming from the phone this time, but behind the door. “I know you can hear me, open up!” Deciding that it wasn’t worth it to fight her on this, you huffed and silently walked to the door to let in Chae, with Ferguson right on your heels.

Opening the door, you saw the newly blonde smile wide at you and throw her hands in the air. “We’re gonna go out! It’s been so long!” Slightly rolling your eyes in a loving way, you allowed her to drag you to your bedroom to start the process of getting ready. “Okay, the goal is to get your sexy ass laid, so that’s what’s going to happen!”  That wasn’t your goal, but you noticed that Chae was already having fun and you weren’t going to be the one to ruin it.  

“Okay babe, I already have the dress and shoes that you’re going to wear tonight.” You just noticed the tote bag that was swung around Chae’s shoulder and with the grin on her face, you couldn’t tell her no.

Letting Chaeyoung push you into your own room, you watched her look through your makeup and jewelry while she told you to put on the dress. You did what you were told and with minimal tugging at the fabric, you let the short dress hug your curves. Checking yourself out in the mirror, you admittedly looked good, well your hair needed to be brushed and your eye bags covered, but other than that, it wasn’t obvious that you hadn’t left your house for fun in months.

“Alright, sit-down hot stuff, let me fix you up.” Talking about random things and listening to music, you watched the time pass on your digital alarm clock as you felt Chae tickle your face with various brushes, adding on pigment to different parts of your skin. Cheeks, eyelids, and finally lips, you and Chae were finished, and it was now late enough to head out. You slipped on your heels and headed to your front door.

“Wait-wait-wait!” Chae jogged to you after you passed your bedroom door. Spinning on your heels, trying not to fall, you were just ready to go and get the night over with. “I brought you some of my crystals, they’ll help you manifest love.” She wiggled her eyebrows along with her hips and took out a small drawstring bag from her tote bag.

“Alright, we got some green aventurine, malachite, sunstone, carnelian, emerald, clear quartz, smoky quartz, and of course, rose quartz. So, you’re gonna keep these on you for the night and hopefully some lucky guy will appear.” She tied the bag shut and pushed it your way.

“You and your witchy stuff, I swear. Where am I even supposed to put those?” Your freshly shaped eyebrow rose, patting along your pocketless dress.

“Put it between your tits, that’s where I keep mine.” Chaeyoung pulled at the hem of her dress, flashing her rock hilled cleavage at you. Both of you laughed, but Chae wasn’t laughing at the rocks, she was serious about those. Chae stepped closer to you, inspecting your chest.

“Alright, pull them apart sister, gotta get you some love.” Instead of letting her situate her crystals, you just took them and put them between your breasts yourself.

Sharing a laugh with Chaeyoung as the two of you walked to elevator, you were thankful that she was there to take your mind off of your ex. Chae was always able to keep the conversation moving, never running out of topics to talk about. She had just switched the subject to one of her witchy things, this was something that you knew nothing about so while she was ranting on how she figured out to summon the devil, you ordered an Uber for the two of you. You didn’t want to drive downtown, and Chae was probably going to drink so she shouldn’t drive at all.

Chaeyoung was looking at you when you looked up from your phone. “Can you repeat that last part? I was ordering our Uber.” She understood and repeated on how to summon the devil and why you would ever need to.

“Normally people only speak to him when someone who is holy is bothering them, like an angel or such. Other reasons include trading or selling your soul, getting rid of people, and some people just want to have sex with a demon, I don’t know how I feel about that one though.” You didn’t care much about what she was saying but you did care about how happy she was when she was interested in something, in this case, she was interested in knowing how to summon Satan himself.

Giggling at her rant, you just listened to her talk until the Uber arrived and then you listened to her talk some more in the car and until you pulled up to the club.

“Alright ladies, your total is $7.12.” You paid the man and gathered your purse and jacket. “Have fun, be careful, and watch who you summon!” He called out as you and Chae left the car, you threw your head back and laughed, realizing that he too had been listening to Chaeyoung’s demon summoning rant. Her shy side shone through for a quick second when she blushed and ducked her head down, hiding the color on her warm cheeks.

You smiled at her, watching the color leave her cheeks when the embarrassment wore off. “Well at he knows how to get some extra help if its ever needed.” You teased her, poking her arm, reminding her that he had heard the entire conversation. “Fuck off.” She giggled and pushed you a bit. “Well, at least he was nice.”

He had dropped you off in front of the restaurant next to the club so you a minute walk to get to the entrance, it was still early enough where the line only consisted of a couple people. The back of the line was where the two of you stood for a bit, until someone walked out of the club, and another could walk in. Chae picked up where she left off on her summoning talk, gaining some stares from other people in the line, as well as people just passing by. Once Chaeyoung found something that she was passionate about, she made sure that everyone knew. And if she caught someone side eyeing her for a bit too long, she would just respond with, “You’re gonna need it when I curse your ass.”

While Chaeyoung was telling someone off, the bouncer motioned for you to step forward and show your IDs. “C’mon Chae, time to go in.” Immediately dropping the argument, she was about to get in, she whipped out her ID, showed the bouncer, and walked into the club, with you reluctantly trailing behind her, despair evident on your face.

Taking your hand and dragging you to the bar, Chaeyoung was scoping out the people in the club, the ones dancing, drinking, and the wallflowers. She was making mental notes on who she was going to take home tonight. The watching didn’t stop when you got your drinks, she just sipped on her lemon drop martini while eye fucking one guy in particular. He was returning her stares and soon enough he was sauntering over to the bar where the two of you were.

They did what hot people do and started a conversation, one that showed they were interested in each other but still vague enough to not give anything away. It’s been a while since you had one of those conversations. Sitting on the couch and eating popcorn with Ferguson wasn’t getting you anywhere in life and while you understood where Chaeyoung was coming from, there was no where you’d rather be than at home, sitting on the couch and eating popcorn with Ferguson.

“And for you?” There was a slight pause before the voice started again. “Miss?” Once you’re out of focused mind, understood that it was you, the voice was directed at, you whipped your head around.

While you had been taking in your surroundings and watching Chaeyoung interact with the man, the bartender had been trying to get your attention. “Ah yes, and I suppose I should order something. I’ll just have a mojito, with lime, please and thank you.” You smiled at him, noticing just how attractive he was, thick black hair, deep eyes, a sharp jaw, and a thick bottom lip. Maybe just sitting at the bar all night while Chaeyoung mingled wouldn’t be too bad.

When your drink was placed in front of you, Chaeyoung turned your seat around. “I’m gonna go dance with him, but feel free to interrupt me at any point if you need anything.” She said it in such a serious tone and pointed in the area that you assumed they were going to be. Looking back at the bartender who now had his broad back towards you, you nodded at Chae and told her to have fun.

As soon as she walked away, you could tell tonight was going to be a long night. “Is there anything wrong with the drink?” The bartender returned to what you wanted to be his designated spot, right in front of you. You shook your head, “No, it’s quite good, and I’m not much of a drinker.” You smiled at him, an odd sense of familiarity washing over you. Positive that you had never met this man before, you still couldn’t help but be confused by the feeling he brought you.

“Ah, I was worried you didn’t like it since I haven’t seen you drink much.” He’s been watching you, that’s a good sign. “No, no, it’s really good, I’ve just been people watching.” He smiled at you and that caused you to smile back.

The conversation you two had could easily fall into the category in which you put Chaeyoung’s conversation in, the kind hot people have. You made sure he knew you were interested, but you gave him no major details about your work or personal life. The two of you didn’t even exchange names but you were confident in receiving the answer you wanted with you next question.

“Would you, maybe, want to get out of here.” You didn’t realize you were leaning over the bar until he did the same, and your noses brushed. “I would absolutely love to, but I’m unfortunately working. How about we exchange numbers and I give you a call when my shift is over? It shouldn’t be too long.” You didn’t want to pull away from his face, loving the feel of his breath mixing with yours, you looked at him and exchanged smiles. But you wanted to hurry up and get out of the club, not without getting his number though. Reaching into your purse, you grabbed your phone, eager to get any piece of him, even if it was just a handful of digits.

Watching his diligent fingers type in his phone number into the new contact he made himself, you were already excited to receive the call from him. And, quite frankly, you’d settle for a text from him that just said, “r u up”, although you could assume he wasn’t that type of guy. Surely, he’d request a booty call in your voicemail inbox. You noticed him pulling his phone out from somewhere under the bar and placing it in front of you, unlocked.

Noticing that you were putting in your number very carefully and reading over the number several times before giving him his phone back, you scolded yourself for being so desperate. You then heard Chaeyoung’s voice, somewhere far in your head, “you deserve to be thirsty girl, go get his dick. This is what we’ve been manifesting, don’t let it go to waste!” Smiling at the faint illusion, you looked back at the bartender, waiting for him to say something next.

“I hope you assumed that I wasn’t going to charge you for the drink, so is there anything else you want?” His eyes told you that no matter what, he wasn’t going to let you pay, and you felt the butterflies in your stomach flutter around. “The only thing I want right now, is you.” Even with the glaring LEDs in the club, you could tell you made him blush. He bit his lip and looked down, all while slightly shaking his head. You mentally patted yourself on the back, proud of his flustered reaction. All of a sudden, you were proud of yourself for paying attention to all of Chaeyoung’s flirting advice and sitting through all of the romance movies with her.

“I’ll be right back; I’m going to go tell my boss that I’m feeling sick. You find your friend and tell her that you’ll be leaving so she doesn’t worry. I’ll meet you at the door.” Smiling at the fact that you wouldn’t even have to wait for him to get off shift, you nodded at him and watched him back away and tell the other bartender that he wasn’t feeling well. You turned around and searched for Chae, who stayed true to her word and was where she said she would be.

“Hey Chae, I’m going to head out, I’ve had enough for the night.” You yelled over the loud music, trying to let your friend know that you weren’t just disappearing. “Okay, let me get my purse and then we can go!” Once you heard the words that came out of Chaeyoung’s mouth you started shaking your head. “No, I’ll be okay, I’m going with the hot bartender, you keep having fun!” You nodded your head back towards the bar and then towards the man right next to Chae, who was patiently letting you guys finish your conversation. Although he looked sick, Chaeyoung seemed to be into him. Her face made everything even better, the surprise was evident but so was impressed look. Without giving a verbal answer you just smiled at her and nodded, happy to see her having a good time and happy that you wouldn’t spend the night alone.  

You looked up from Chae and swallowed, if the music wasn’t blasting, surely, you’d be able to hear it. Your throat contracting out of nervousness, the club had attracted a crowd since you arrived, and it caused the path to the door to disappear. Yelling your final goodbyes at Chae and glaring at the man she was dancing with in warning, you mapped out your escape plan.

As soon as the couple closest to you slid to the side a bit, you squeezed through. You felt the sweat of the other dancing bodies land on your skin, you shivered in disgust, wishing you were just at the door, with him. “Wanna dance, baby?”

Looking over to your left you saw a man, one who was not attractive to say the least, and the way he was sitting wasn’t tasteful at all, a way that some men could pull off but not all, manspreading. Your face couldn’t hide your distaste and the man didn’t seem too fond of that. “I’m okay, thank you though.” Continuing your journey to the door, you felt his hand latch onto your arm, refusing to let you go.

“But I want to dance, so you’re going to let me.” His grip tightened and you winced. “Ow, let go, you’re hurting me.” He just sneered and pulled you to his chest, starting to thrust against your ass.

The man’s breath was right against your neck, until it wasn’t. “The fuck is wrong with you, man? Touching my girlfriend even after she told you to stop.” You weren’t someone’s girlfriend, that was the reason why Chaeyoung made you come out tonight in the first place.

With the quick decision to trust the mystery man over the man who touched you, you moved over to where you heard the voice, shielding yourself from the other man.  

The mystery man didn’t stay a mystery for long, you noticed that he was the bartender. You suddenly felt safer than you were just being behind him, now knowing who he was. He didn’t seem interested in starting a physical fight like the other man was. He just threw a couple names at him and started walking out of the club. You felt his hand hover above the small of you back, not wanting to touch you without your permission after what had just happened.

While you were afraid of pushing people out of the way, he wasn’t. With him helping you out of the club, he made sure not a single person touched you, you knew how hard it was the moment you did try so you were curious about how easy it was for him. He was behind you, so you saw people move before you were even close to them. One guy in particular’s eyes widened and nodded his head at the bartender.

Since he was able to get people to move immediately, exiting the club was much easier than from before. You could hear the other man’s yells over the booming music but the only thing you were focused on was getting outside, away from all the people, and away from all the body heat.

“We’re close, calm your breathing, it’s really heavy.” You hadn’t realized that you were all but panting, stressed and uncomfortable, feeling trapped, except the man behind you. You felt safe with him, he was oddly protective over you, but it was nice, something you had never experienced.

You gasped in the fresh air once the cool evening air ingulfed your warm body. Laughing at the absurdity of it all, you smiled over at the bartender who now was out with you, and you could see him clearly now. The entire situation wasn’t that absurd, but with how far outside your comfort zone you were right now, it was insane for you. The bartender just watched you laugh to yourself with a smile on his face. “Ah, if you don’t mind me asking, what’s so funny?”

Starting to walk in the direction of your apartment, you started to explain, without giving too much, still trying to achieve the hot people talk. “I just don’t do this too much, let alone go home with someone.” It was his turn to laugh now and that made you look at him, a bit funny too. “That’s pretty hard to believe, you have to be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life.”

Raising your eyebrows at him in surprise, you giggled at him mimicking your facial expression. “What’s surprising about my amazing taste in women?” You bumped him with your side, you voice now significantly quieter than it had been. “I’ve just, never been told that by anyone in my life. The only people who called me pretty, were my parents.” He tsked at your confession like it was the craziest thing he’s ever heard.

“Did you not have an ex-partner or anything?” Not sure what he was implying, you started off with nodding. “Yeah, I’ve had a boyfriend. We were together for a really long time, since high school actually. He broke up with me seven months ago, this the first time out of the house for something ‘fun’ to be honest.”

Turning your head to question his silence, his expression could only be described as fucking appalled. “What’s the matter?” His expression was even more flabbergasted if that could be possible. 

“What’s the matter? Darling, only a fucking fool would break up with you.” You felt hot despite the cold air, even your ears were warm. The heat didn’t stop even when his freezing hands were now cupping your cheeks. He smashed his lips into yours, ignoring the pain shooting through his nose when it pressed into your cheek a bit too roughly.

“He made it seem like it was my fault.” So overwhelmed by the unexpected emotion from the kiss, you sniffled. “It wasn’t.” Before you could ask how he knew, he cut you off. “I just know.” Looking at him through teary eyes, you whined without really saying anything. “He already took too much of your time, let’s stop thinking about him and I’ll do my best to help you forget him.”

“I still don’t even know your name.” Watching his fingers caress your knuckles, you realized that you were still calling him ‘the bartender’. “Taeyong. My name is Taeyong.” Pretty name for a pretty man. You gave him your name in return and loved the way to said it, he whispered it, almost like if your name was said too loud, it would break. That’s the same way he held you too, like you were a piece of fragile glass. But more importantly, he held you like you were his, and you were more than willing to be just that.

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Taeyong straddled you, his thighs trapping you underneath him, he stared down at your bare body. Bare for him, while he was clothed except for the unbuttoned shirt, showing you, his tattoos. “You don’t understand how long I’ve waited to have you.”

His confession caused your brows to furrow, confused by what he meant. Before you could even truly think to ask, you felt his nose drag between your breasts, breathing you in, and descending down your body. He mentioned worshipping each and every piece of you, and he fulfilled that promise. Taking his time with moving alone your body, he kissed, licked, and nipped every few seconds, never letting a single inch of skin go bare. You were positive that when you looked into the mirror in the morning, you would see several bruises and marks along your once bare skin.

“You smell and t-taste so fucking good.” He said it like it was too good to be true, like he had been longing for you. “Y-you are just so fucking good.” Taeyong looked up from where he was between your legs, finally at his destination. The thing he’s been obsessing over ever since he met you.

He didn’t run his tongue through your slit like you first expected, you felt something harder, the bridge of his nose. Taeyong loved the smell of you as it was, but the seedy scent of your arousal was something that made his mouth water, and the fact that it was caused by him, made everything better. He wanted to be the only person to ever get you like this and to ever experience you like this. You were his.

Opening his mouth and breathing your scent in, he groaned and jutted his hips against your bed sheets, trying to get some relief for the aching throb he was starting to feel surge through his cock. You saw him roll his hips into your bed and grew jealous of the friction that he was receiving and that you weren’t. Trying to take matters into your own hands, or hips, you tried bucking your pelvis up, closer to his mouth.

All he did was laugh and hold you down. “Be patient, I’ve been wanting to taste you ever since I met you.” You felt the tip of his nose at your hole, once again, he inhaled your smell, seemingly never satisfied with one breath. The foreign feeling was felt out of nowhere, you were trying to distract yourself from bucking your hips into his face again. He finally licked along your slit, teasing you from your cunt to your clit, until his tongue made its way back down to your pussy. He passed your hole and ventured even further down, to your unused rim.

Gasping and arching your back, not used to the feeling, Taeyong laughed. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t want to leave any part of you untouched.” You laughed with him, enjoying the feeling of being cared for in your chest, as well as the feeling in your lower stomach.

Taeyong’s mouth returned to the place you wanted it the most. “Tae-”, you moaned when he sucked your clit particularly rough. The way he played with you had you unable to sit still, your legs almost involuntarily kicked up at bit, now bent at the knee. With the way your legs were positioned now, and your feet were right by his head, exposing your entire cunt to him.

“You’re so fucking pretty.” With that, his head disappeared between your legs, face pressing hard into your pussy, almost like no matter what, he couldn’t get enough of you.

His tongue flicked through your slit, gathering wetness and playing with it. He played with you, even as you were begging him to just fucking you already, he still enjoyed the taste of you.

It wasn’t until you let out a harsh scream when his teeth grazed your clit, he finally came back up to properly fuck you. With one last kiss to your clit, he kissed his way back up your body. You were panting when you were at last, face to face.

“I haven’t even done anything yet and you’re already a mess.” Disbelief was the only thing that was shown on your face. “You haven’t done anything? That’s the most pleasure I’ve experience in more than half a year that wasn’t caused by myself!” As soon as the words left your mouth, embarrassment washed over you, worried that you had shared too much.

“Well, that’s just a shame, a woman like you should have someone bending over backwards to make you feel good. I’m still pissed off from the fact that your douchebag ex left you like that.” You grimaced at the memory of him, not wanting to talk about him, especially now.

“It doesn’t matter now though, because I’m here now.” The tip of his dick prodded at your hole, one, twice, and then Taeyong thrusted inside you. Taeyong groaned above you while you gasped for air, not used to the feeling of being full anymore, but Taeyong filled you perfectly, like he was made for you.

The feeling of his cock dragging against your walls was almost overwhelming. You could feel him in your throat, like you couldn’t breathe in air. You could only breathe him in, you felt like he was everywhere. Feeling caged in, you felt safe. Safe in his arms. You had only known him for less than a few hours, yet you felt as if he knew you, he understood you.

When you looked up at him, he was already watching you. Analyzing your expressions, making sure you were enjoying yourself. You worried however, that he was so focused on you, that he wasn’t having fun either.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him closer, craving to feel his lips on yours again. You heard Taeyong whine as soon as his lips met yours, and you couldn’t help but make the same sound. “Tae-, I’m close.” Your words were broken up by a moan, now unable to think properly about anything that wasn’t him and the way he was making you feel.

Taeyong grabbed a hold of your right leg and threw it over his shoulder, spreading you open even more and allowing him more access to your pussy. You felt his hips meet yours with every thrust now. His thrusts were getting quicker and uneven, trying to chase his own high while bringing you to yours.

The moment he brought his thumb to your clit, you lost it. You felt your entire body tense up with sweet heat spreading throughout you. With your pussy tightening, Taeyong couldn’t hold back anymore either. He was about to pull out to cum, but as soon as you noticed the full feeling disappearing, you wrapped your legs around his hips to keep his hips pressed against yours. “Cum in me, please Taeyong.”

You could hear the squelch of your pussy now with how fast his hips were hitting yours. “Fuck, I’m gonna, I’m gonna cum.” With a stutter of his hips, you felt his release coat your walls.

Taeyong gently laid on top of you, not pulling out of you just yet. “Oh my god.” You panted out a laugh, in disbelief of how much pleasure you just felt since it had been so long. He smiled down at you and kissed your turned up lips.

He made sure you were cleaned up and satisfied before he held you until you both fell asleep. You were calm and happy for once. But as soon as you woke up, you were no longer calm.

It was several minutes before 6 AM when your eyes opened. At first your instinct was to freak out since you didn’t recognize where you were and the bed you were sleeping in, wasn’t empty. You became aware of the other body on the bed when he rolled over, farther from you. The memories from the night came crashing down on you all at once, affecting every single part of your body. Your heart, head, and the area between your legs. Your breathing sped up, but you knew you needed to leave, it was just a one-night stand, and by the look of him, you weren’t the only girl he’s been with. He was just too perfect.

The sight of your discarded clothes on the floor made you look beneath the blankets, because you weren’t naked. The ratty worn-out army green t-shirt was baggy on you and the boxers you had on were definitely not yours. The thought of him dressing you in his own clothes caused your heart to flutter, but still, that didn’t stop you from scooping up your club clothes in your arms and booking it to the front door. You figured that if you just kept on the old clothes, it would look less like a walk of shame than wearing your skimpy dress, just in case you had a long way to go. Thinking about whether or not this was stealing, you just decided to override your morals and just hope you saw him again someday.

As quietly as you could, you opened the door but gasped when you looked outside into the hallway. His hallway was an exact copy of yours. You looked at the number on the door, wondering if you had gone to your apartment but you saw an E32, which did not match your H19. Clearing the idea of this being your home out of your head, you closed the door and looked at your location using the 3% left of your phone battery.

You were in your own apartment complex.

“Fuck.” Not being able to decide whether you were relived or not, you just ran up the stairs to your floor after getting impatient with the elevator. You were glad that you were already in your own area and didn’t have to worry about finding a way back, but also you were worried about running into him sooner than you expected.

Your lovely H19 appeared into sight and with the panicked panting, you were finally able to have a peaceful exhale. Unlocking your door and slipping in, you were immediately met with Ferguson giving you an earful on being gone. He wasn’t used to you being gone for this long but when you bent down to pet him, he sniffed you and no longer wanted anything to do with you. It hurt to be honest, he was your only friend besides Chaeyoung, most importantly though, he was your sweet precious baby angel.

“Fine Fergie-Boy, you be like that, I’ll go wash away my sins, so you love me again.” And that’s what you did, you treated yourself to an everything shower since you hadn’t partaken in any self-care activity in such a long time. Shaving, plucking, washing, and exfoliating was some of the things you did for the next couple of hours. After drying off, you lathered your body in lotion, sighing at the relief of the cool temperature and smooth texture. Ferguson peeked his head through the crack since the door wasn’t closed. He sniffed the air, presumably smelling you without getting too close. Seemingly happy with the data he gathered, he slipped in the bathroom, but not without opening the door much more than he needed to.

You replaced Taeyong’s clothes with your own and Ferguson was more than happy to rub against the leg of your sweatpants. “Oh, my baby boy, I’m back to smelling like roses, just like what you’re used to.” You picked up the bottle of body mist and allowed Ferguson to smell it. Scent was always important to him, he only liked yours and Chaeyoung’s, no one else’s. He was stingy.

“How about we bake something? I’m thinking some kind of turnover.” Ferguson purred in response, helping you make up your mind.

After pulling the freshly baked pastries out of the oven, you suddenly remembered that you hadn’t gotten your mail for the past couple of days. You pass the mailboxes every time you go downstairs, but you only force yourself to do every couple of days.

Double checking that the oven was turned off and that the turnovers were out of Ferguson’s reach, you grabbed your apartment keys and the key that opened your mailbox.

“I’ll be right back Fergie-Boy.” You yelled over your shoulder at the now uninterested cat. Making sure your apartment was locked, you headed down the hallway towards the elevator. You had forgotten about Taeyong until you saw the E floor button on the panel in the elevator, but you shook him from your mind and just pressed the Lobby button.

Smiling at the man behind the counter, you walked next to said counter where the resident’s mailboxes were. You held the key in your hand and unlocked the little locker type door. Unsurprised was what you were when you looked through the box’s contents, bills, coupons, junk mail, the usual, of course.

“Hey stranger” a familiar voice was heard from your side and you tensed up, not mentally prepared to speak to him again. Taeyong just gave you a shy smile and unlocked his mailbox that was two rows below yours.

“Hey Taeyong, how are you?” He giggled a bit but answered your question. “Well, I’m doing pretty good, had a good night. I just can’t seem to find a shirt and pair of boxers.” He gave you a knowing side eye and raised one of his eyebrows expectantly.

You felt hot, scared that anyone near you would know what was going on, but to your relief when you looked around your surroundings, it was just you and Taeyong, even the complex’s receptionist wasn’t anywhere to be seen.

Laughing off your worry, you looked at Taeyong. “I think I might know where you put them.” His laugh was hearty, like it came from his chest, like he meant it. “Ah, really? You wouldn’t mind showing me where they are, would you?”

The crumpling sound of the mail that was now tightly gripped in your hand was the only thing keeping you down to Earth. But that wasn’t enough for you to tell him no.

“Fuck, Taeyong” your back hit your now closed door. His lips were attached to your neck, sucking the flesh into his mouth, leaving scattered marks. Both of your hands were roaming around his chest, glad to experience this again but with a clear head.

Much to your dismay, Taeyong pulled away from you in confusion and looked down by your feet. The little cock blocker himself was staring up at you. Ferguson was headbutting Taeyong’s ankles, trying to get him off of you. “You have a cat.” Taeyong bent down to give Ferguson some affection but the cat just hissed at him, not having any of it.

“Ferguson, he’s my little Fergie-Boy.” You smiled at them both. Even though you were upset at Ferguson’s distaste for Taeyong, you weren’t surprised at all. “I should’ve guessed, he looks like a Ferguson.” You bent down to both of their levels and put your hand out for Ferguson to rub against, unlike with Taeyong, the chubby cat gladly accepted your love. Even though he was preoccupied with rubbing against your hand, Ferguson kept side eyeing Taeyong.

“I think he wants me to leave.” Taeyong frowned a bit at you, waiting for you to say something. “Yeah, I think that would be for the best. Maybe we can go somewhere together sometime?” You immediately offered, not wanting Taeyong to think you weren’t interested in him after all.  

“I would like that. There’s this little café near here. Would that be something you’d like?” Your smile took over your face and you nodded. “Alright, you have my number, text me whenever you’re free. I really hope you text me.” His lips ghosted over yours and his smile matched your own. “You have my number too, you can text me first, you know?” He pecked your lips after you said that.

“The only reason I’m not going to text you first is because I don’t want you to feel pressured.” It felt like your stomach was doing somersaults. “I’ll text you.” Biting your lip to try to conceal your ever-growing smile, Taeyong brought his thumb up to your face. He pulled your lip from your teeth. “Now if you keep doing that, I don’t think I’ll be able to leave, whether your cat likes it or not.”

His nose brushed against yours, but when you tried to reconnect your lips, he pulled away and stood up.

With his hand on the doorknob, he looked down at where you were on the floor and said, “Remember to text me.” Feeling like your voice was lost somewhere in your throat, you just nodded. Taeyong chuckled lowly and opened your door, stepping out with a wink.

When your door was closed and you could hear his footsteps get quieter, you looked down at Ferguson who was already giving you the stink eye.  

“Why don’t you like him? He’s so nice and not to mention hot.” You scratched him on top of his head, trying to somehow convince him to like Taeyong.

The rest of the day went by fairly quickly. You baked a few more things, unnecessary things, but none the less your apartment was smelling like a bakery. You also caught up on laundry and did other household chores, but every now and then Ferguson would demand treats or attention.

As soon as you called it a night and sat on the cough, your bowling ball sized cat jumped on your lap, refusing to let you get comfortable before he did. “Oh how I love it when you remind me that you’re higher up in the hierarchy than I am.” You looked down at Ferguson, lightly blowing on his head, just to get him to look up at you.

“How about we text Taeyong? I know you hate him, but mommy doesn’t so we’re gonna text him.” The cat grumbled when you reached for your phone and immediately going to his contact.

you- hey, i know we just saw each other but i was wondering if you wanted to go out tomorrow

taeyong- it’s alright, i was just thinking about you so i don’t mind at all, and sure, i’d like that

taeyong- i have to work tomorrow night but i’m free in the morning and afternoon

The both of you agreed at meeting at the café Taeyong mentioned earlier around 11 AM. Although Ferguson wasn’t happy with you at the moment, you couldn’t help but pick him up off your lap and into your arms to give him a little hug.

“This is amazing Ferguson! I’m finally going on a date!” You just couldn’t keep in your excitement; it had been so long since experiencing this feeling and now that you had it back you weren’t just going to let it go.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~“Hey Taeyong!” You approached his side, excited to sit down with just him in a quiet environment. The smile he gave you caused you to believe that if you died right then, you’d be happy. “I’m so glad you showed up.”

He already had a drink sitting in front of him, but it was still full and piping hot. “Why wouldn’t I?” You racked your brain for any reasons why he would think you wouldn’t show up.

“Well, Ferguson, he doesn’t seem to like me very much and since he’s the number one man in your life, I understand that you would put him first.” Busting out a laugh, you looked at his serious face turn to a much more playfully pleasant one. “Ah, don’t worry about that sour puss, he only likes me and my best friend.”

You were honestly in disbelief with how easy it was to fall into a comfortable conversation with him and much to your displeasure, the day grew later and Taeyong had to get to work.

“I’ve had a really good time with you. Do you think we could see each other again?” This was the first time you ever saw Taeyong act bashful but here he was. This man looking at you with round innocent eyes and a blush so red it was the color of a rose covering his cheeks.

Feeling some foreign sense of power from being the cause of his expression you smirked and said, “I already planned on texting you tonight.” He laughed and leaned in, kissing you on the cheek.

The next few months went along the lines of you two going on similar cute little dates and getting to know each other. He always seemed to understand you, even if you didn’t say much, which you appreciated.

You were helping Taeyong wash dishes after eating over at his place when your arm brushed his and caused you to pause. He immediately thought you were uncomfortable with the proximity and put some distance between the two of you.

“No, no, no. That isn’t it Taeyong. I was just thinking, or I guess wondering about something, about us. What are we?” He didn’t hesitate to eliminate the space he put between you, and he answered immediately.

Now closer to you, he said quietly, “Well, I hope we’re two people who like each other and are close to being a couple.” You smiled at him and responded with, “I’m good with hurrying up and being a couple, if you want.” Taeyong shook his head in approval and pressed you up against the sink, planting his lips to yours.

Turning around, remembering the task you two had, you whispered, “Taeyong, we have dishes to wash.” You felt his head lean on your shoulder. He placed kisses along the bare skin of your neck.

“You are the light of my life. I promise you; I will never cheat on you like that bastard did.”

You never told him that. The only person that knows that would be Chae, and she doesn’t talk to Taeyong unless you’re there. Not sure how to confront him, you just stood still, keeping your back to him. “Well, shit. I guess I gave myself away.” With Taeyong mumbling nonsense, just loud enough for you to hear, you were getting more and more confused. “Wha-what are you talking about Taeyong?”

Instead of responding immediately, he just laughed, a bit sinisterly and walked closer to you. By now you had turned around and was walking backwards in order to keep some distance between you and him. But the distance decreased when your back hit the edge of the kitchen island and Taeyong kept walking towards you. You could smell his breath as it fanned over your face, minty, you once loved it, but now, you weren’t too sure what to think.

“I’ve just been watching you. Watching over you for a very long time. You’re just too special to stay away from.” Taeyong brushed the back of his fingertips on your cheekbones, lightly like a feather, causing you to finch. He laughed at your fear, finally having you cornered.

"I’m your guardian angel, I appear whenever you're in pain, but I just can't stay away from you. I've been here this whole time and you just didn't know it sweetheart." Taeyong smirked at you, but you could tell he was telling the truth even though you were praying he wasn’t. "That's impossible, I met you three months ago!" he snickered and tossed his head back.

"Then how do I know everything about you? From when you were five and scrapped your knee on the playground, when you were eight and learning how to ride a bike, you ran into that tree, or when you were 17 and becoming curious about your body. You bought a toy for yourself-" "No, please no" you were backing away from him, now scared.

"Oh yes, that's what you said that night, until you pushed that little blue toy a bit too deep, you whimpered so sweetly, my love." Taeyong brushed his knuckles along your shoulder blades and smiled gently at you, quite the contrast of what he was saying. "No matter how much or how little pain you were in, I'd always be there. Even after everyone has left you, I always stayed, right by your side."

You were on auto pilot for the rest of the night, only when Taeyong would bring up old memories would you show any reaction. You’d cringe or tense whenever he’d say anything about him watching over you. When it was time to go to bed, you couldn’t sleep at all. The thought of you never being able to do anything without him seeing made you sick. Every time you’ve talked to somebody, went through something emotional, had sex, Taeyong saw it all.  Tears were streaming down your face, and you couldn’t do anything about it since the man you thought you knew turned out to be a complete stranger was right next to you.

Taeyong was sleeping, or at least you thought he was, so you took this as your chance to leave. As quietly as you could, you grabbed your purse from one of the chairs by your kitchen island and tiptoed to the door. You reached forward and wrapped your hand around the chilled doorknob and you turned it as you pulled it open. A hand appeared over your shoulder and pressed against the door, shutting it.

“What are you doing Y/n?” Your blood ran cold, terrified to turn around, you just stayed facing forward. “I need to go to work Taeyong.” His hand left the door and out of your sight, but you the suspense of where it was didn’t last long. Feeling both of his hands on your shoulders, rubbing your shoulder blades, you tensed up.

 “Why would you do that? There are so many dangerous things out there, I need to keep you safe.” Shaking your head rapidly as Taeyong used his hold on you to lead you away from the door. “Please Taeyong, you can’t keep me here.” Tears were threatening to fall from your eyes when Taeyong drug his nose along your neck. He chuckled against your ear, “Oh but I can. I was assigned to you and you to me, we were paired by the gods above. I broke the rules for you, my love. You see, you were never supposed to know I existed, I was supposed to live in the shadows.” “I didn’t ask you to do that Tae-” You tried to reason with the man who kept tightening his grip on you the more he spoke.

“No, you didn’t, but I couldn’t stand just observing you, that was enough for a while. However, I grew tired of being forced to watch you and not touch you.” His hands moved from your back to your stomach, where they moved up slowly, until they were hovering above your breasts. “Please, Taeyong, no, please stop.”

The tears finally fell and the man behind you just removed his hands and laughed. “I don’t want to force you to do anything, it would be much more enjoyable if you were begging me to do something. I don’t wish to be the man you hate; I desire to be the man you love.”

He went to bring you back into his embrace but when he got close you slapped his hands away. “I will never love you.” Taeyong just turned around to look out the window. You heard a hum come from the back of his mouth, “You may not love me now, but you will. If it takes me keeping you here and being the only person, you ever see again, then so be it.”

“Now, let’s get you to bed, you’re acting ridiculous, you must have not of gotten enough sleep.” Taeyong picked you up from where you were sitting on the floor ever since your knees buckled, his presence tore you apart. His embrace was warm, and it made you want to nuzzle into him but the thought of him not letting you leave made you want to puke.

“Why Taeyong?” You sniffled and your nose felt raw as he laid you on the bed. “You’re smarter than this Y/n, that’s an easy answer. It’s because I love you. It just helps that it’s also my job to keep you safe.” He laid next to you. Immediately being reminded of the times you and Taeyong would lay together before you found out who he really was, you were aching to move closer to him, but he kept the distance.

You thought about how he knew you better than anyone else did, but of course, he had an advantage.

Taeyong rarely let you leave the house without him, and you feel like you haven’t seen Chaeyoung in such a long time. You text her as often as you can, but it wasn’t the same.

Looking across the table at him, you questioned where you went wrong in this. You shouldn’t of ever gone to the club with Chaeyoung, or you should’ve at least not of sat down at the bar, in front of him. The thought of that night made you realize just how much you missed Chaeyoung.

“What’s the matter sweetheart?” Your sight refocused, getting out of the fuzzy daze you at put yourself in. “Oh, nothing, don’t worry about it.” Wanting to ignore him, you shut down his advances of conversation.

He just laughed and got up. “I think you forgot what I am to you. I know you’re in pain now, so tell me what’s the matter. I hate seeing you hurt.” His sweet words and sweet voice made you think twice about if Taeyong was actually a bad guy. He cared about you, he listened to you. Even though he made you live with him, he allowed Ferguson to come with him and he even endured the scratches and bites the cat would lay on him.

Exhaling, you told him. “I just miss Chae so much; she’s my only friend and I haven’t seen her in a while.” Taeyong frowned at you, “I know you miss her but I just, I can’t risk losing you. She might lie to you and say I’m mean or something.” You just nodded in acceptance, giving up at attempting to convince him to let you see her again.

“I’m going to the bathroom and then I’ll help you clean up from dinner.” Just staring blankly in front of you, you nodded and laid your chin on your folded arms on the table. Longingly staring at the door, you thought about how easy it would be to leave. It wasn’t like you had much to lose so you waited for Taeyong to step out of the kitchen and head into the bathroom.

Squeezing out of the chair, you refused to move it, afraid that the scraping of the chair on the floor would alert him. Quickly but quietly, you approached the door, terrified that he would return soon. You had the first lock unlocked but when you heard the toilet flush, you didn’t care about the volume of your escape. Your only concern was getting out of the apartment.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Taeyong yelled from the bathroom and when you had the door open finally, his arms were already around your waist.

“No Taeyong, let me go. I do not want you near me right now.” His grip around your waist only got tighter. “Oh baby, I’m always gonna be right by your side, and there’s nothing you can do about it.” He was trying to drag you away from the door but struggled to do so when you started dragging your feet and kicking at him.

Screams were starting to leave your throat, some words and others just noise. “No! Let go of me!” Taeyong rolled his eyes at you, thinking about how dramatic you were being. You loved him and he loved you, so much. You shouldn’t be running away from him.

“You love me, stop whining.” His voice was eerily calm, calmer than normal. “I don’t love you, what the fuck are you talking about? I want you to let go of me!” Taeyong started mumbling to himself and the words flying quietly out of his mouth made you think that you should’ve gone along with it. “You…what? You don’t love me?”

All of a sudden it was like you couldn’t even struggle anymore, Taeyong had found a way to keep you still. “Well, if you don’t love me, I’ll just have to keep you here until you do. Until I can trust you to not leave me.”

“Taeyong! Please! I don’t want this; I want you to go away!” Tears were rushing down your face, but the sob that was trying to bubble up stayed in your throat. “But if I go away who will stay with you? This is why you wonder why people don’t love you, it’s because you push them away.” His grip loosened and soon he dropped you on the floor and started to grab his coat. “Fine, I tried to love you, but I guess you just don’t want to be loved. Goodbye Y/n.”

You watched him leave the apartment and instead of feeling relieved, you felt empty. What if he was right? What if you were hard to love? Did you really push everyone away? It would make sense, he had a point, a good one. He knew you better than anyone else. Taeyong knew you better than you knew yourself.

Maybe if you got up now, you’d still be able to catch him, he couldn’t have made it to his car that fast. Getting up as fast as you could, you ran to the door and threw it open. But when you started running out, your face hit a hard wall immediately. The wall’s hands fell to your hips in attempt to steady you and then you realized you knew this wall.

“Taeyong! I’m so s-” his left pointer finger contacted your lips before you could get out your apology. “No, I should be the one apologizing, what I said was rude and unnecessary, I was upset and let my emotions take over me. I’m sorry for the pain I caused you, that is what I try to avoid, you getting hurt. I am truly and genuinely ashamed that I was the one to cause you pain.”

His apology made your heart ache and only caused you to feel bad for the way you treated him. “No, Yongie, I’m sorry for always being so difficult and I never meant to push you away, you’ve always been there to help me, and I am forever grateful for you. I didn’t mean it when I said I didn’t love you, I do, I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone ever and I’m sorry I hurt your feelings.” The boy smiled at you and cupped your cheek, he used his other hand to help pick you up off the floor and pulled you into his arms. “We’re both sorry and we both love each other, how about we leave it at that? No more tears tonight.” He wiped the remaining droplets with his thumbs and let you back inside.

“I’ve learned that you get tired after being upset, so let’s lay down and rest up before the new day.” You silently agreed and allowed Taeyong to pick you up when he asked for permission. “It’ll be okay Y/n, just forget about it, no more sniffles.” You giggled and leaned your head on his shoulder when he made his way through your living room, down the hallway, and soon into the bedroom.

Taeyong had been correct, whenever you were upset, you got awfully tired, as soon as your head hit the pillow, you were already at the point between being awake and being asleep. The last thing you remembered from the night was Taeyong kissing your forehead and rubbing your arm soothingly.

“In the morning, text Chaeyoung and ask her to meet you for bunch.” You smiled, glad that you would see her again.

 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chaeyoung broke the silence, asking the question to receive the possible answer that feared her. “Does he hurt you?” You told the truth immediately, “No, he doesn’t hurt me. Not physically at least, he’ll hurt my feelings when he’s mad, but he apologizes soon after. In his defense, most of the time, I’m asking for it.”  

She just sipped her smoothie in silence, thinking about what to say without hurting your fragile state. Chaeyoung knew that you weren’t telling her something, you kept fidgeting, looking around, as if you were being watched. The only thing she didn’t know was that you were, Taeyong was lurking around the corner, like he always was, because it’s his job.

“Y/n…I know something is wrong, tell me what it is.” But she didn’t say it, she wrote it. Her frantic handwriting was now on one of the napkins, she all but threw you the pen and waited for your response.

You knew that Taeyong was somewhere behind you, always observing your surroundings. So, you mouthed your next words carefully and slowly, making sure Chaeyoung caught every last syllable. It’s going to sound really fucking weird. You’re not going to believe me, but I need you to.

Instead of saying something out loud, she just nodded and waited for you to write down everything. You could see her trying to read your writing upside down, but you covered the napkin, not wanting her to skip anything. She needed to read it all.

Deciding to summarize everything to save time and to save your wrist some pain, ending your sentence with an explanation point, you passed the paper to Chaeyoung. Sitting back and watching her expressions, waiting for her reaction, you needed her to believe you, you didn’t know what you would do if she didn’t.

Chaeyoung never said anything for the rest of the brunch date, but she wrote, I know how to get rid of him. You released the breath caught in your throat, thankful that she was someone who believed and knew about “other-worldly” things.

Paying the bill and nodding in farewell, you parted ways as soon as you got out of the door, an unspoken promise to text later. Taeyong wouldn’t know what you guys said over text unless he looked at it. He could hear and see you, but he wouldn’t be able to see writing unless he was right over your shoulder. Taeyong was your guardian angel but there were still rules he needed to follow, although some rules didn’t seem too important to him.

You didn’t look back at Chaeyoung and you were glad, because as expected, Taeyong appeared at your side. “How was your brunch?” He peeked his head over your shoulder, and you hated how cute you thought he looked, how cute he was. “It was good, but uh- Tae? I want to ask you something.”

He smiled and gave you a looked that told you to continue, and with a deep breath to calm yourself, you let it out. “I feel like over the past months we’ve been together, I’ve done my best to show you how much I love you, and I was hoping you trust me by now. Would it be okay if I hung out with Chae, without you around me, visible or invisible, I want to hang out with her alone. She’s gonna help me find a gift for you.” You squeezed his hand in emphasis, hoping it would lead his mind to his favorite things. Sex and you.

Taeyong didn’t say anything at first, just thinking to himself. He wanted you to continue to love him, but he was created to protect you, you in all of your lifetimes, both past and future, as well as this one. “I suppose you can, I will give you three hours to hang out with her and I won’t even watch over you, but you have to promise me that at any moment you feel unsafe or any pain, you text me, immediately.”

Barely able to hide the joy, you kissed him. You knew he liked kissing you, and unable to lie to yourself, you knew that you liked kissing him as well. Hating the way he made you feel, you deepened the kiss, knowing it would be one of the last. “Thank you Yongie, I love you, so much.”

A few minutes later, once you two had made it to the comfort of your own home, Taeyong had you bent over the kitchen counter with your pants and panties around your ankles. “You smell so good.” You felt his nose meet your clenching hole, inhaling your arousal. Letting yourself indulge in this, one last time, your muscles relaxed, until a feeling you had only felt once take over. His tongue licked over your puckered rim. Every time Taeyong had tried this with you, you turned down his advances, but this time, you weren’t going to. At this point, you were going to do anything to keep him happy.

Taeyong waited for you to tense up and push him away, but once you didn’t, he kissed your hole. “Fuck, are you really gonna let me in there?” You whined in approval when you felt his mouth go back down to your pussy.

 His tongue went back and forth between your folds, with the occasional lap around your ass. “I’m sorry but I don’t think I can wait, I need to be in you.” You moaned at the loss but it was replaced by a yell when Taeyong swiftly turned you around and entered your cunt.

 “Oh fuck, always so tight for me. No matter how many times I fuck you, you’re always so fucking tight.” Taeyong’s teeth gritted together and picked you up off your feet. Walking the two of you to the couch, he never once removed you off his cock. Sitting down on the couch, his hands were placed on your hips, forcing you up and down onto his cock, forcing you to ride him.

 “Open your mouth.” You listened to his command. He took one hand off of your hips and placed two fingers in your mouth. “Suck on them.” Sucking and licking as much as you could with the overwhelming pleasure, your moans interrupted your task. Taeyong deemed your work not good enough and started fucking his fingers into your mouth, wetting them as much as possible.

 While you were distracted with the feeling of his fingers dragging along your tongue and hitting the back of your throat at some points, his cock continuously slammed into the spot that made you clench your pussy around him. With each contraction of your walls, Taeyong let out a whine that caused your pussy to gush more arousal.

“Fuck, making such a mess. Can feel you leaking all the way to my balls.” His fingers were triggering your gag reflex and it caused tears to run down your face, you couldn’t hold it in or control it at all at this point. “My messy baby, made just for me.”

He removed his fingers, and his spit-soaked hand left your eyesight. But the mystery was soon solved when you felt his fingers circle your asshole. “Taeyong-” He didn’t stop or slow at the sound of your whines and soon one of his fingers were forcing its way through your unused hole.

You gasped once you got used to the initial stretch and pain when Taeyong played with the walls that haven’t ever been touched. He barely gave you any time to prepare for the next finger though because soon it was joining the first.

“Oh fuck, next time, I’m gonna shove my cock in there. Fill your ass with my cum. Make you my horny little bitch.” The way he was talking to you made you humiliatingly wet and he didn’t let it go unnoticed.

“Maybe you’re already my little bitch, you’re ruining the couch with your slutty cum. But my stupid baby can’t help it huh?” You were out of it, the feeling of both your holes being filled and your clit grinding against his pelvic bone, you whined, but Taeyong didn’t take that as an answer.

His free hand made contact with your face, slapping you. He grabbed your cheeks and forced you to stare at him. “You’re my messy little bitch, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Tae- I am. M’gonna cum. Need to cum.” You were babbling and Taeyong laughed at your attempts to speak. “I’m close too, are you gonna squirt all over me?” You just nodded.

The hand that was holding your face still was removed and took place at your pussy. When your cunt clenched one last time Taeyong pinched your clit and you let it all go. The whine that left your throat intensified at the feeling of his hot cum filling you up. Your grip on his shoulders tightened while he rode out the rest of your highs.

“Welcome back baby, you left me there for a minute.” When your eyes opened you were in your shared bed, wearing his clothes, and looking up at him with tired eyes. You giggled at him and allowed him to pull you to his chest, holding you close after the intense feeling your body endured.

“I hope you enjoyed yourself.” Taeyong petted your hair soothingly. “I did, did you?” You felt him nod and heard him yawn, interrupting himself. “I always do when it’s with you.”

The last thing you heard him say was, “I hope you enjoy your time with Chaeyoung tomorrow.” And everything came crashing down again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~“So, what’s going to happen afterwards is that Taeyong will still exist, but he won’t be your guardian angel anymore. He won’t be able to watch you anymore and he won’t be able to have an influence on your or your life, unless you allow him to. You have to stay strong if you ever run into him again.” Just nodding along, you looked at Chaeyoung, waiting for her to continue.

“Since you can’t exactly survive without a guardian angel, so you’ll be getting a new one. The only downside is that he isn’t an angel. He’s from hell because if Taeyong does somehow regain his power, another angel wouldn’t be able to stop him, only someone who isn’t good.” You felt better knowing that you’ll still be protected from the evils of the world, but more importantly, from Taeyong.”

Chaeyoung reached over towards you and grasped your hand, trying to comfort you since you weren’t saying anything. With her other hand that wasn’t holding yours, she lit the black candle.

“Alright, are you ready for this?” Chaeyoung whispered into the dark, the only light source in the room was the now lit candle sitting between you. With a shaking breath, you nodded your head. “I’m kind of nervous but this needs to happen.” You looked over to her, only seeing two emotions on her face. Relief and since its Chaeyoung, there’s of course excitement mixed in.

You looked at the floor you were sitting on, taking in everything. Taeyong would be gone and out of your life soon.

Chae was looking down at the worn book she had in her lap, reading over the page, making sure everything was correct. She had gone over different things you would need and made sure you had them. “Do you have a piece of his hair?” You held up a little plastic baggie that held a few strands of Taeyong’s hair.

You were thankful that his hair was the only thing you needed to bring, Chaeyoung on the other hand was more than happy to bring all of the “weird” items. A variety of dried herbs sat around you two, with several other items, such as feathers from ravens and crows, serpent skulls, a vial with a dead black widow spider and a bunch of salt that surrounded you and all of your items. From an overhead view, one would see the shape the salt was in, a pentagram.

“Okay, I’m going to read the script and you’re going to toss the pieces of his hair into the flame of the candle.” You just nodded and opened the bag to take out his hair. “Let’s just get this over with, okay? It’ll all be over soon.”

Looking over the flame one last time you dipped your head in approval. Chaeyoung squeezed your hand and started chanting. Words you didn’t know were calmly yet fiercely flying out of her mouth, in a language that you could only describe as something like Latin.

While Chaeyoung was chanting, the flame grew wild, and you grew afraid of the fire taking over the stick of wax. Your eyes widened when the flame spread to the pentagram of salt. Soon, every grain of salt was on fire, and you didn’t know what to do. Chaeyoung saw what was happening, but she just kept chanting, her voice growing in volume as the fire grew in size. The fire however, stayed on top of the salt, never going outside of the lines or inside, closer to the two of you, but the heat was starting to get to you.

You wanted to reach out to her, but she told you beforehand, under no circumstances should you move or speak until it was safe. She had mentioned the fire, but you now understood just how much you underestimated her words. Chaeyoung had spoken up about how intense this would get since you were dealing with higher powers. With everything running through your head, you still looked at Chaeyoung and listened for her to stop talking, that’s when you would do the one thing, she told you to do.

Droplets hit your thighs and since you weren’t able to look down, you assumed it was sweat. But when you moved your hand up to wipe your cheeks, you felt the drops of liquid come from your eyes. You hadn’t even realized that you were crying but you weren’t able to think about it for too long, because Chaeyoung had stopped talking and the look in her eye altered.

The fine strands of hair that had been pinched between your fingers were heavier than you thought, or it was your conscious, but you needed this. Raising your shaky hand, you hovered it over the orange flame that had ingulfed the candle, the wax starting to spread across the hardwood floors.

Your fingers were pressed tightly against each other so much so that when you released Taeyong’s hair, your fingertips ached. Almost in slow motion, the dark hair fluttered in the air, mixing with the ambers of the fire. When you expected the hair to float down, it never touched the ground, an amber touched the end of each one, and slowly it burned. Burned into nothing. As soon as each hair disintegrated, the fire disappeared altogether. The room was dark, silent, and oddly cold.

You opened your mouth, attempting to whisper out to Chaeyoung, but nothing came out, too scared to do anything.

“It’s okay. He’s gone now, he can’t hurt you anymore.” Your head was spinning, and your eyes were straining from trying to see in the dark. Still too afraid to say anything, you and Chaeyoung sat in silence.

The silence went on for a bit until you remembered something Chaeyoung said at the beginning of this. “What about the new guy?”

“He should already be here. Normally guardian angels aren’t supposed to show themselves but obviously Taeyong didn’t listen to that rule, since he still has his human form and he will most likely live out the rest of his life here on Earth, your new guardian will also take a human form. It will act as a precaution just incase Taeyong tries anything.” You looked around the room since she said he should already be here but because of the room still being pitch black, you didn’t have any luck.

All of a sudden, the almost completely burnt-out candle, relit. When you the light illuminated the room, you jumped. A man was sitting next to you, one that was beautifully sinister. “I guess I’m your new guardian angel.” He smiled a big toothy smile, but it didn’t show genuine happiness, his smile should sinful excitement.

You looked over at Chae in worry. “Oh, don’t worry, I can’t do anything fun. Your witchy friend set a little curse on me so I behave.” Your eyes met the man’s and you nodded sheepishly at him.

“What’s your name?” Chaeyoung interrupted the staring contest you were unwillingly in, but even though you looked away, the man continued to stare. “Yuta” you offered your own name, but he already knew it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~You were happy with Yuta being your guardian angel, or demon. He kept his distance, protected you, all while developing a friendship with you. He understood your boundaries but still warned you before going out, to just be aware if Taeyong was near. The best part about Yuta though, was that he was the first man and third overall person that Ferguson liked.

Whenever you had an uneasy feeling, but still needed to go out, Yuta offered to go with you, but never making the decision for you.

“So, we just need things for the apartment, like paper towels, toilet paper, cereal, food for Ferguson. Things like that.” You read off your list, allowing Yuta to guide you through the aisles of the super store.

Yuta helped you look for the items that you needed and asked if you wanted him to carry the big bag of cat food.

“I could get it for her.” Taeyong.

“Fuck off man, leave her alone. You already ruined her life so just let us be.” Yuta stepped in front of you, doing what he was summoned to do. Taeyong just laughed condescendingly, not intimidated by Yuta at all.

“You know you still love me, and there’s nothing you can do about it. You can’t deny the way you felt about me before you knew who I truly was.” His attention was now directed at you and you hated how he was right. You did love Taeyong, but he also lied to you, and then abused the power he had over you. You hated the fact that if Taeyong never gave away his secret, you would still be with him.

“C’mon baby, admit it. You still love me, and you miss me.” Shaking your head, not in disagreement but in denial, Taeyong stepped forward. Yuta’s aura changed, no longer in the laid-back vibe he normally gave off but now it was protective.

Yuta set the bag of food down on the ground next to you so his hands would be empty. “I’m not gonna ask you again man, step back.” Yuta warned Taeyong one last time but even with the warning, Taeyong stepped forward. And then he was gone.

“Taeyong?” Nothing remained in the spot in which he stood, and your first reaction was to grasp for him, anything left. “Is he gone? Forever?” Your knees hit the cold floor and the material of your jeans did nothing to stop the chill.

Yuta’s hand was heavy yet comforting on your shoulder. You stood up and buried your face into his chest, seeking some kind of comfort. He was gentler than you thought he would be. His arms wrapped around your back, matching the tightness in which you held him. One of his hands reached up and he ran his fingers through your hair.

“How about we go get something to eat and shop another time?” You agreed but still asked to buy the cat food since Ferguson needed it.

The emptiness in your stomach was mistaken for hunger, but you knew that wasn’t it. There was a park across the street from the store and in the park parking lot, there was a food truck. Still carrying the bag of food, Yuta offered you his hand and walked you over to the food truck.

“What are you thinking about getting?” You really didn’t care about what you ate, you just wanted something to fill the void that was now in your stomach. “I’ll just get whatever you get.” He squeezed your hand, understanding that you didn’t want to speak much.

After eating you were able to calm down, maybe it was the food, but you enjoyed the company more. Yuta did this thing where he made up stories and double lives for the people around you, and he kept making them crazier and crazier when he saw that it made you smile. You even made up a few but your imagination wasn’t nearly as creative and wild as Yuta’s.

You finished making a story about an old lady who was a secret agent assassin in her youth when you noticed Yuta’s silence. And after him making you feel better, you were kind of sad that he was no longer in a good mood.

“What’s the matter Yuta?” You looked out over the water. The sight of the sun reflecting off of the water calming you. But that feeling was quickly replaced by something not nearly as pleasant.

“I can’t say I blame Taeyong for everything he’s done. I’m starting to want you all to myself as well.”

#lee taeyong smut #female reader #kpop #x reader #smut #nct #angst #nct smut #nct 127 #nct 127 angst #nct 127 smut #nct 127 taeyong #nct taeyong #yandere lee taeyong #lee taeyong #lee taeyong angst

[wonysugar]

masterlist<3

(f) = fluffy fluff omg

(a) = angst oh no

nothing = nasty fucking smut

IVE

Ahn Yujin :

dommeangirl!yujin x sub!femreader headcanons

birthday party : gp!yujin x wonyoung x birthdaygirl!reader

#ahn yujin

Jang Wonyoung :

if you insist : scum!wonyoung x goodgirl!femreader

birthday party : gp!yujin x wonyoung x birthdaygirl!reader

babydaddy g!p wonyoung drabble

angel : wonyoung x 6thmember!femreader

#jang wonyoung

Kim Gaeul :

none yet :(

Kim Jiwon (Liz) :

drabbles!

#kim jiwon

Naoi Rei :

nothing yet sorry ena

ITZY

Hwang Yeji :

domceo!yeji x subfem!reader headcanons

#hwang yeji

Shin Ryujin :

hickeys : fwb!ryujin x fem!reader

#shin ryujin

Lee Chaeryeong :

none yet :(

Shin Yuna :

none yet :(

Choi Jisu (Lia) :

none yet :(

ENHYPEN

Kim Sunoo :

sleepy : nonidol!sunoo x gf!femreader

missed you : stripper!sunoo x rich!femreader

#sub sunoo

LE SSERAFIM

Kim Chaewon :

dom!bestfriendchaewon x sub!femreader : friends to lovers

#kim chaewon

Nakamura Kazuha :

nothing yet, but drabbles are available through this hashtag!

#nakamura kazuha

Miyawaki Sakura :

nothing yet, but drabbles are here!

#sakura miyawaki

Huh Yunjin :

doing what’s right : yunjin x fem!reader

#huh yunjin

STAYC

Lee Chaeyoung (Isa) :

show them : camgirl!isa x fem!reader

#lee chaeyoung

TWICE

Sana Minatozaki :

idol!sana x fan!femreader

#sana minatozaki

Son Chaeyoung :

drabbles only!

#son chaeyoung

Yoo Jeongyeon :

drabblesss

#yoo jeongyeon

Im Nayeon :

drabbles yippee

#im nayeon

NMIXX

Lily Morrow :

perfect : idol!lily x idol!femreader

#lily morrow

AESPA

Aeri Uchinaga (Giselle) :

it’s so over for me : smau

keep talking : bsf!giselle x fem!reader (phone sex)

hate rodrigo (literally) : angsty!giselle x whitegirlmusic! femreader

#aeri uchinaga

Kim Minjeong (Winter) :

skilled : bully!winter x nerd!femreader

#kim minjeong

Ning Yizhuo (NingNing) :

fuck you stupid : bimbo!ningning x bff!femreader

#ning yizhuo

Yoo Jimin (Karina) :

sorry : childhoodbff!karina x fem!reader (a)

#yoo jimin

LOONA aka. loossemble, artms, chuu and yves

Son Hyeju :

i’ll wake you up : stranger!hyeju x sleepdeprived!femreader (f)

#son hyeju

NEWJEANS

Hanni Pham :

close the door : non-idol!hanni x gf!femreader

#hanni pham

more to come!!

[knightyoomyoui]

Chaeyoung x F Reader - "Something Just Like This"

FINALLY, THE LAST ONE-SHOT TO END THE SET 5 LINE-UP. I know this is the last, but sorry if this may suck, because I wrote it in just one go and it lacks editing. I'm still struggling with my lack of interest in writing these days and it's more difficult to cope if you're also battling with your poor mental and emotional health condition (yes, i'm currently having anxiety and panic attacks again because of being depressed from my personal matters) while stuck in a tight schedule full of stressful tasks both in campus and home. This one also lacks deeper research, but I still did some for basic infos that might help me with executing this concept that I input in this story. I needed it because it's the first time I'm doing this type of relationship-origin in romance. Despite of the cons and flaws, I still poured all the best that I have to write this story. Again, I'm sorry if I'm not updating often now like I've been doing since last year. Things has been pretty rough for me so far.  Anyway, enjoy reading and kindly donate to my Ko-Fi account here if you liked it! I'll appreciate any amount of support from you guys. Thanks and see yall again on the Set 6 line-up!

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To serve and to protect is the golden rule of a cop's duty.

For Son Chaeyoung, who has been working as a correctional officer or a warder for short, that apply much to her position.

She had to endure regulating and guarding the various behaviors of the prisoners that come and go around the place where they are locked up for the bad deeds they've done.

It was getting boring, in honestly speaking, with just standing and walking around most of the time every day to watch over prisoners who mostly couldn't care less about her.

Thankfully, she's not the only one who suffers in this particular line of work. There are colleagues of hers who can sympathize with her and could help each other to lessen the gloomy mood and at least search for a way to cheer themselves up during their duty.

Chaeyoung could tell that she has a lot of fellow officers here with whom she has gotten closer. She wants to be humble, but she knows that the reason she can attract others is because of her nice personality and... Well, yeah, her beauty that others seem to see is what separates her from them.

Chaeyoung doesn't have any interests in love life as of the moment, but she could admit that she's looking for someone who would like her not just for her qualities but to acknowledge that she's worth a meaning in her life.

She was walking with other police officers outside of the prison block to greet the new convicted people that were brought here by bus.

They watched them hop out one by one before the assigned member who will be in charge of organizing them instructed them to fall in line first.

"Alright, listen up. All of you were transferred here in Seoul Metropolitan Prison Camp, and this is where you will be placed in jail permanently, meaning that you will stay here depending on how long your granted sentences are." The leader of the correctional officers team, Boo Seungkwan, introduced

"As you all see, these cops will be in charge of monitoring your cells, so don't do anything stupid that might increase the length of your time here if you all want to leave and start another life, unless you still have one." Seungkwan points at the officers who are grouped on the other side.

"Now follow them, and they will be directing you all into your respective blocks. Move."

All of them start to walk side by side with the officers as they start their responsibility of keeping their eyes on these prisoners.

"I hope many of these newbies won't add up to those who are pain in the ass, Chaeyoung heard her colleague named Lee Youngji blurt before releasing a sigh. She didn't respond in words; just a stiffled laugh was enough for the latter to notice.

They were slowly presented to their new cell block, and we gave them their prison attire to change into.

At the West Hall, where Chaeyoung and Youngji are assigned, they split the six remaining inmates into three each.

With the last one, Chaeyoung looked at this person. She was a female, and it was a bit strange why she was giving out a smirk at the good cop.

"Inmate number 2129, name YN/LN, guilty for arson, hmm." Chaeyoung reads her information from the document papers she's holding. "Follow me."

"Your voice is mellow" the inmate said out of the blue. Chaeyoung slowed her footsteps.

"Pardon?"

"Yeah, I'm right." YN seethed. "You sound way less authorative. than those fellow peeps like you."

"Do I need to be harsh on you?" Chaeyoung tilted her head and raised her eyebrow.

"Oh, nope. Sorry." She shook her head.

"Good. Then stay quiet if you don't want me to show you how cruel I can be." Chaeyoung warned. "My day's getting real fine so far, and I don't want someone like you to ruin it."

"Yes, boss." YN taunted as she raised her handcuffed hands slightly.

They were inches away from their destination. Chaeyoung was about to head forward and release her keys when YN spoke again behind her, disregarding her threat just few minutes ago.

"One last thing, uhm... can I ask something?"

"About?"

"What inspired you to be a cop?"

"To capture criminals like you. Is that even hard to tell?"

"Wow, I'm offended." YN touched her chest, pretending to be hurt.

"Ofcourse, you do." Chaeyoung went in front of the cell door and inserted her key there to open.

"That's what you think." YN shrugged. "But honestly, I just asked because... you look just way too beautiful to be a cop, though. There's more out there who could-"

"Look, Ms. LN. I've heard many people try that same old lame move they've been doing on me and they all just failed. I don't give a damn if I choose this job, because this is my dream and I won't just give in to others who dictate what my life should be." Chaeyoung faced YN and applied a slight ferocity to her tone.

The latter wasn't terrified but rather impressed that this cute officer could indeed show a different side that gives her at least a fitting characteristic of being a cop.

"I didn't mean it to be that, I swear. I'm just saying the truth...." YN defended, trying to calm down Chaeyoung, yet it didn't work out so well still.

"Did you even hear what I told you that you should shut your mouth?" Chaeyoung crossed her arm. "Your first day here hasn't even starting yet and you're being arrogant already."

YN gaped her mouth, about to speak but choses not to in the end.

"Good. Prove me different, would you?" Chaeyoung rolled her eyes before opening the cell.

"This will be your section for now on. If you need anything or whatever you do there inside, I have to remind you that I will be the one in charge of you among others here with you in the hall. Now, go and change up." Chaeyoung instructed before she closed the door, leaving YN inside still standing in the middle of an average space room holding her attire.

"She'll believe me someday." YN popped her mouth before she heads to her bed and lay there to rest after a long ride.

Meanwhile, Chaeyoung who returns in her spot, placed down the papers on her desk and sat on her chair.

She glanced up at YN's room and shook her head as she sighed, with the inmates's compliments repeating in her head.

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The next day, Chaeyoung escorted YN to the visitation booth when she received a visit request from a person who might be close to YN in her personal life.

She informed YN and walked her through the room. Opening the door, she urged YN to enter and leave her with her visitor for some alone time to discuss whatever they might have privately.

For YN, she stood in the room and recognized the guy sitting on the opposite side behind the plexiglass.

She sat on the chair and grabbed the telephone, pressing it on the speaker just like he did to hear each other's words when they spoke.

"I never thought that it would come to this moment where I would be seeing you in those inmate clothes, sister" her brother Insoo, said. "I know how terrible of a sister you are, but going through the point where you could actually commit a crime? Not surprising, but interesting for you."

"That's bullshit, Insoo-ah" YN said. "You really believe their accusations against me? You know that I don't play with fire; the hell I would dare to cause such destruction of a property by burning it down!"

"People can change, YN, and so can you" Insoo replied. YN scoffed, looking unbelievably at her older brother. "I don't know what has gotten into your mind, but have you really ever thought of what this would bring to our family? Now that you did it, you scratched and tainted the reputation of our name; even our family, who worked out to make us relevant, was affected by it!"

YN didn't say anything, she lets her brother to continue as she kept on listening to her manipulated remarks. "They're so disappointed of you, sister... and even me. This is a serious mess you've caused for us, and do you really think that you'll make us clean it for you?"

"W-where are you going with this, Insoo?"

"I came here today to tell you that our parents decided not to take any legal actions in attempt to grant your request of proving yourself not guilty in your case."

YN's eyes widened, petrified at the information given by her disrespectful brother.

"N-no..."

"You've caused them enough burden and headaches through these years, YN and it's normal for them to be tired of dealing with you."

"Don't tell me you have become one of them, Insoo-ah..."

"I already did."

YN's heart cracked. The trust and support she was expecting to receive from them despite all the mistreatment she's been getting from her rich family since her childhood has vanished completely.

At this moment, she truly felt that she had no family to live with anymore. She doesn't know, though, if it's like they're the ones who don't exist or if it's her now who is being appointed to be responsible for any of this.

"I never liked you, YN. I never even wished to have a sister like you, Insoo said. YN's eyes became watery at the painful words she'd been getting from the sibling she cherished the most, even though she wasn't being reciprocated after every effort she had to make.

"And now, I sincerely do think that our parents made a good decision by keeping you here. Because, after what you've done, you have proven yourself that you don't deserve to be my sibling and to belong in our family, let alone to have a criminal like you."

YN wants to respond, but it's as if the words filled with rage, disbelief, and torment were stuck in her throat. Only her desperate pleas were able to be released from her mouth.

"No, p-please. Insoo, don't. W-why are you doing this to me?!" YN leans forward and clasps her hands; her position clearly defines what a begging person would look like.

Teardrops began to run down her face, brought on by the simultaneous collapse of everything she'd built for herself because the one thing she was once treating as her source of inspiration and strength now turned out to be her weakness and the cause of her destruction.

"You simply deserve it; no further explanations are needed. Actions speak louder than words, and that is where you are mistaken, YN, Insoo commented. YN noticed that he didn't call her "sister" for the first time, signifying that his intentions of getting rid of her from his connection for good were serious.

"Take this as the last time you will ever see me, YN. This is enough for me to see you pay for the sin you've committed."

"Insoo... Insoo-ah!!! Come back! P-please... save me... get me out of here, I'm your sister for fucks sake!!!" YN stood from her seat and shouted at Insoo, who took his way out of the room. She slammed her hands on the table and placed her head down on it as she cried terribly.

Chaeyoung opened the door when she heard a knocking signal. A messed-up look from YN is what greeted her, and that piqued the curiosity of the cop.

As they arrived back at the cell, after Chaeyoung unlocked the door, she wanted to at least ask the inmate what happened to her.

It's not that she's concerned about her; she just wants to know why, since this is the first time she's seen YN with this broken demeanor after weeks of her stay in prison.

However, she failed to do so when YN immediately went to her room and crashed her body against the bed. Chaeyoung was about to say something but decided to just give her some space since she might need it a lot.

And she was right; after she closed the door and locked it, she was about to walk away when she heard some heavy sobs from the inside, focusing her attention more on the prisoner's poor condition.

The next day, Chaeyoung saw YN sitting on one of the benches alone in the yard, surrounded by a crowd of other prisoners just doing their own business, whether chatting with their cellmates, playing sports, or just enjoying the fresh breeze of air like YN is doing, even though the word "enjoy" doesn't seem to apply to what Chaeyoung is witnessing.

YN was just staring at the grassy land, spacing out from the unknown. Chaeyoung predicted that what she encountered yesterday during the vaation must left some heavy thoughts to cloud her mind deeply.

It kinda haunts and makes the officer uncomfy, again she doesn't know but who cares? That's her prisoner and it's her duty to ensure that they are in proper condition.

"You look lonely."

YN raised her head up to see Officer Son standing beside her, clutching on her pockets. That didn't lasted long as she just returned it back on her leg.

"Could I provide some way to fix that?"

"Why would you bother anyway?" YN asks. "I thought you wouldn't care about me, just like anything I've ever known and encountered in my life."

"You're under my supervision, YN/LN, so it's my responsibility to assist you."

"How so?" YN blurted. "If I tell what I want, and that it to bring the people I've lost in my life to come back, would you do that for me?"

"What is going on, YN? Why did you have to mention them?" Chaeyoung stepped closer at YN who is now trying to shift herself to the side, flinching at the presence of the cop.

"This has something to do with yesterday, doesn't it?"

YN didn't reply for a second there as she remained staring down at the grass. Chaeyoung thought that she still couldn't make it so in respect, she grabbed a bottle of water and gave it to YN.

"Take it."

"For what?"

"Give yourself a break for now", Chaeyoung said before YN finally took a sip and capped the bottle. "I know what happened might be too personal for you, but if you're having any struggles, I'm just right here for you to lean on and open up whatever you've been carrying deep inside of you."

YN sighed and tightened her lips, keeping her eyes focused on the other prisoners around her. She sensed Chaeyoung about to turn her back and walk away when she finally spoke, preventing the latter from leaving too soon.

"My brother just visited me yesterday. He told me that they weren't going to do any solutions for my sentence."

Chaeyoung turned around and looked at her, wiping off tears in her eyes with the back of her hand. "I feel betrayed, disheartened, whatever you want to call it. I never would've expected them that they would just drop the ball and never pick it up again. I was rather telling myself that maybe someday, everything's going to be alright and they'll get to show me that they do indeed care for me despite how they've never been expressive for me all these years."

"But now, I just learned that I've been making myself like a fool for believing something that will only remain in my imagination. They really don't care about me, and never will be. Seeing how they're just completely fine for them that I get to spend 2 years of my lifetime here in prison for something I didn't do." "You didn't do it?" Chaeyoung furrowed her eyebrows. "Wait... YN-"

"I don't know if you have forgotten that not all people who get convicted in the world were guilty and masterminds of the crimes that were committed. There were others too who got victimized and blamed in order to save their selfish selves, picking any innocent person that is unaware of what's going to happen for them."

"I didn't, YN. I know and I have encountered other colleagues of mine who shared their own stories about them experiencing one."

"Then I guess you have your own story to tell this time."

Chaeyoung looked intently at YN.

"YN, you're not who I think you are... don't you?"

YN smiled and shut her eyes. "I'm actually disappointed that although you've known the fact, you couldn't resist assuming others that they're criminals just because they're wearing these sinner's clothes, just like what you did to me these past few weeks." She glanced at Chaeyoung after, her lips formed straight in seriousness.

"L-look, YN... I'm sorry, but the evidence that was presented against you in the court that led you here just proves that you were behind the arson. That won't grant you what we call "guilty until proven innocent". That's why you're locked up here at the moment, and that's why I don't see any mistake for us to call you a criminal because that's what the judgment provided us to know about you."

"So it looks like I do deserve it; I'm sorry if I blamed you, off-."

"No, don't mind it. I have a fault here too. I should've been mindful." Chaeyoung shook her head. "But please, tell me. If you're really not the one who did the crime, then who do you think it is?"

"I have no idea." YN shrugged, her voice raising a little. "All I know is that detectives and other police went to my house and sent me an arrest warrant saying that the evidence they caught in the scene all leads to me. And I was wondering how I would cause a fire if I didn't even know what place that was, and not to mention, those things they saw were stored in my garage."

Chaeyoung nodded as she took in YN's summary of her mind. "So you're saying that if that wasn't you, then somebody did that fire on the hardware store and they used your things, am I correct?"

"Y-yeah."

"Then in that case, the real culprit is still roaming around out there, enjoying the life of being unruled within the justice system, Chaeyoung said. "Do you plan to reopen the case?"

"I... I don't know." YN sighed, gripping at the wood of the bench tightly. "I've lost hope anymore, Officer Son. My family turned their back on me, and for sure everybody who knows me will surely do the same. You don't know how influential they can be."

"Officer, it's too late for me. I feel like this is my fate. Where I belong to. I know that I was never technically a part of their family, sharing their blood, but... it troubles me that if they didn't care about me, why they'd still take the decision to adopt me when I was a lost child."

Chaeyoung was astounded at YN's reveal of her backstory, shedding more light to make herself more understandable.

"You know what, I should stop this. Whatever happens, it will all be left for me to deal with it. This is my karma for being ungrateful."

After their conversation, YN stood up from her seat and walked away with her head lowered. Chaeyoung watches her disappear, with an obvious sight of concern and pity present in her face, after discovering the facts that YN has never given a chance to be explained and defend herself.

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Each day that passes, YN and Chaeyoung's closeness grows, which begins to capture others attention, mostly from the prisoners, where they earn teases from them.

However, they both also receive some discrimination, mostly from the cop's low perspective towards YN being a criminal and for Chaeyoung seemingly losing her focus on the real deal of her duty by being affectionate towards prisoners.

There's one time where Chaeyoung is patrolling around the blocks when her fellow cop approaches and joins her on the stroll, only with the intention of attempting to hit up the young lady.

She feels immensely harassed by him with all the force insists and weird flirty acts. Chaeyoung tries to decline and separate herself from her co-worker, but she just can't let go and arrogantly proceeds to irritate her.

Chaeyoung is doing her best to hold on to her stability and not cross the line and risk her job for a scumbag like him until YN suddenly shows up and confronts the cop.

"Couldn't you hear what she's saying? How many more times would it take for you to leave her alone?"

"Shut up, prisoner. This ain't none of your business here. Cops talk." The male cop smirks smugly at her as he presses his biceps closer to Chaeyoung, who begins to shiver in a mixture of frustration and disgust.

YN noticed Chaeyoung's discomfort, which motivated her to help this poor woman more. "Oh really? From the looks of Officer Son, though, she looks like she doesn't want to see you disturbing her. Are you even aware, or are you just pretending to be blind?"

"Last warning, get out or I'll throw you back to the cell where you belong."

YN sighed and looked at Chaeyoung, who just shook her head and silently signaled her to not go with it, but she just glared back at her and stared at the perverted cop dead in the eyes.

"I've been giving all my respect to all of the officials doing their duty to manage this place, but of course, just like everybody, I have an exception, and I do it especially for people like you who couldn't understand what consent is."

YN stepped closer and stood toe to toe with the male cop, keeping Chaeyoung close to her with his hand on her wrist.

"Get your goddamn hands away from her." She gritted her teeth as she hissed.

The male cop's lips twitched and rolled his tongue before he gave Chaeyoung a headbutt, making the girl dizzy as she landed on the floor.

"Come here, you piece of shit." The male cop tugged YN's hair and dragged her closer to him.

"DO. YOU. KNOW. WHO. YOU. ARE. CURSING. AT, YOU. BITCH!" The male cop is slapping YN harshly both in her left and right cheek with every words he pronounce.

Chaeyoung shouted for help, drawing all the prisoners and cops attention to the fight that was happening.

They split them apart from each other. The male cop abusing YN furiously sweeps away all of his colleague's hands from touching him in an attempt to calm him down before he walks away and glares dangerously at YN's attack state.

The cops who helped YN escorted her to the medical room to get her wounds and bruises treated.

The nurse was about to apply aid to YN, but Chaeyoung interrupts as she enters the room, saying something to the nurse before she leaves, leaving the two alone.

"You're supposed to guard there; w-why are you here?"

"I can't be calmed knowing I had somebody used herself in defense for me to be protected." Chaeyoung said. She pulled the metal cart with tray filled with medicines in her.

"Let me treat you by myself. Take this as my repay atleast for what you've done for me." Chaeyoung said as she reached for the cotton and betadine liquid to pour into.

"You don't have to do that." YN groaned as she felt the aching part had pressure applied to it. "I can't just stand there and watch you working with passion just to get disrepected and sexualized."

Chaeyoung smiled at YN's remark. "Thank you for that, seriously."

"You should do something about that guy. You can't just let him get away with it."

Chaeyoung went silent, trouble plastered in her look.

"Why? What's with the tense?"

"I don't have much evidence to prove. He might spun around the story and make himself a victim."

"The CCTV's?"

"The CCTV's range of view doesn't reach in that area, YN." Chaeyoung answered.

"Well I guess I have to do it myself." YN said before she winces in pain. "Ow ow aish..."

"Stay still, I know it hurts but you won't heal if you allow me." Chaeyoung then wheezes after.

"Why? What's so funny, huh?"

"I don't know... I just find it funny that you're more scared of a cotton getting damped in your wound than receiving a bunch of heavy blows from a well-built guy."

YN rolled his eyes and nudges her lips. "Stop teasing me."

Chaeyoung laughs and continues to wrap the wounds with gauze properly. "Now, now. We're almost done so be chill."

"But I just find something funny too."

"What's yours?" Chaeyoung asks.

"You even made an effort to come here and do the aid by yourself when all I needed to be fine and ease my pain was to hear your soothing voice and see you unharmed by that pervert."

Chaeyoung paused at her movement and slowly made contact with YN's eyes, viewing her as she reacted speechlessly. She saw her smile developing while she wandered around her features.

"Believe me or not, but I meant what I said before. I'm not the type who focuses only on the outside, but you're just pretty; it's so unavoidable.

So thank you, Chaeyoung. Thank you for always making me calm when you're near."

Chaeyoung was only able to nod before she finished her treatment for YN; the lack of words dealt by her fluttering and appreciative remarks is what sent her conscience to go crazy.

She declared that the wounds in her face were now treated. Before she's about to go away, YN halts her for one last message before they end seeing each other for today. "About your problem, I got your back, Chae. I'll volunteer as the witness if it requires one."

"B-but what if they won't believe you?" Chaeyoung worried. YN can see the hopelessness in her, exactly the same as what she's been going through.

But YN didn't focus at that, there's this difference that she spotted which was more important for her to based on.

"Then I will keep pushing forward until I make them be, because you have a chance and you have the right to grab that, Chae. I don't want you to end up like me."

As Chaeyoung left the room, she sighed and stroked her hair stressfully as she makes her way back to her station.

She is beginning to become impatient and irritated at YN's negative insights.

"You keep saying that to yourself, why have you given up already?"

She knew it wasn't over for YN yet, and if that prisoner has lost its way to search for a solution down the road, then she doesn't want her to remain like that forever. Now she is convinced that she was just left there abandoned by the people she considered her loved ones.

"Hang in there, YN. It's my turn to get you out of your misery" Chaeyoung confidently said to herself as she quickened her pace of walking.

She has found you in the middle of your unfair fate, and all that she needs to do is lead you the way and take you as your sign of escape.

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The harassment complaint that Chaeyoung has filed against the male cop was approved as the final decision despite its attempts to reverse the suspect's blame and disguise himself as non-accountable.

It wouldn't be successful if it weren't for YN's voluntary act to state everything she witnessed during that scenario. The proof was strengthened when Chaeyoung's friend, Officer Lee Youngji, joined YN's goal to save and make Chaeyoung's side represent herself as the victim.

In punishment, the cop was stripped of his badge and position and fired. The chief made one last reminder and advice to everyone that they won't tolerate this shameful and disgusting act, and if they caught anybody, they better report it immediately for it to be discussed.

Chaeyoung thanked YN and Youngji for their assistance. The desire of hers to hug YN just like she did to Youngji is strong, yet unfortunately, she has to cover it up to make herself less suspicious.

In a gesture of gratitude, she only patted YN's shoulder and shook hands with her.

A few months later, Chaeyoung and YN both confirmed on their own that they are falling in love mutually, but with the same issue, neither has made the first move yet.

They both know that it's illegal for a cop and a person deprived of liberty to be in a relationship with each other inside the prison, as stated in the rules.

They were keeping it disclosed to the others so nobody could identify it and possibly report it to the higher-ups, so YN and Chaeyoung have no other choice but to hide their feelings and act like nothing's been going on between them.

It was hard when they always saw each other with their hearts shouting for one another's name, but for the sake of their safety, Chaeyoung and YN would do it all so none would face the consequences that would put them in a tough situation.

Aside from that, YN was baffled when she received another notification that she got a visit from someone after months of last seeing her brother.

She was unsure whether they changed their minds or if it was a different person this time who managed to pay a visit for her.

Entering the visitation booth, she was stunned to see a familiar person who appeared in her sight.

"YN!"

"C-Chaewon?!" She said in disbelief.

Rushing through the chair, she took a chair and sat in front of her bestfriend who just returned from abroad.

"OMO... W-WHAT HAPPENED? I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD BE SEEING YOU AGAIN BUT IN A WRONG PLACE?!" Chaewon exclaimed. "Why are you in jail?"

"Chaewon..." YN began to cry, she placed her hand on the glass in which Chaewon placed hers directly into the reflection.

"Take it slow, you have the time." Chaewon comforts her poor friend, frowning at the sight of her being devastated.

"T-they didn't took you away from me, right?"

"Huh? Wh-what? Who's they?"

YN pauses as she sniffs at her tears. "Mom, dad, or my brother. Did any of them tell you anything wrong about me?"

"I-I mean, they told me that you committed arson when I tried to meet them after I couldn't meet you at your house. I went here to confirm it straight at you, YN. My guts are telling me not to believe them immediately."

"No, don't! Just don't listen to whatever they say, Chaewon. Please."

"I didn't, don't worry. I know you aren't capable of doing that. You're not the YN I know that they believe you to be today." Chaewon relaxes her. YN was at least uplifted that a miracle just unexpectedly came to her, something she never knew would happen.

There was still at least one special person out there of hers who never lost their trust and loyalty for her, and it was stupid for her at the same time to not show the same positivity as her best friend.

"Just tell me, specifically. It might be not everything, just... give me atleast idea of what happened to you and why I have to witness my friend locked up behind bars."

YN sighed and wiped off the remaining wet stains around her face. "I-I feel like somebody framed me up, Chae."

Chaewon also perceives the same thought but she kept on listening. ""I didn't burn a property, Chaewon. I swear, but the evidences that were attained to the crime scene were all connected at mine. And I do admit, those are my belongings but I don't know how it just magically appeared there."

"So you mean, there's somebody out there who did it in actual but it uses it to cover her violation?"

"Yeah."

"And who do you might think it'll be?" Chaewon wondered. "Did you have any altercations with somebody?"

"No, I didn't."

"Whoever did that to you must've held a huge amount of pent-up anger and hatred; that's why they chose that idea to get back at you" Chaewon explained. "That could be the reason for you to request revisiting your case. Do you have plans to?"

"I was... but I lost hope when I thought nobody would ever help me get out of here."

"I'm both sorry and glad to hear you like that, but what matters now is that I'm here to take back my friend."

YN's eyes widened as Chaewon announced that without hesitation.

"Let's file a request with the court, YN. It's not too late for you to flip the tables around and retrieve your justice back."

As they ended their bittersweet reunion, YN emotionally bid goodbye to Chaewon for today before she returns to the hallway.

Chaeyoung pitifully smiled at her. "How did it go?"

"I still have a chance, officer, YN stuttered as she tried to control her tears from escaping again. Chaeyoung was astounded to hear a positive note from YN about herself for once.

"What do you mean?"

"My friend from the States came back to see me, and she wants us to file a request with the judge to reinvestigate the case."

Chaeyoung was delighted at the news brought by that friend of hers. She got curious about who that might be. Her feelings had no involvement with this; it was just the perfect timing for her to propose her plan.

"Great for you! I hope this time, it's you who will win the fight you never wanted to be in."

YN smiled and nodded before she walked away. Chaeyoung felt refreshed; it had been a long time coming to see her full of bloomy mood, and she wished it wouldn't stop immediately because YN... is her source of energy for working every day.

As she disappeared to the distance, Chaeyoung enters the other side of the booth and requests to the guard to hand her the logbook.

She searched through the recent notes and there, she got what she wanted to find.

"Kim Chaewon...." Chaeyoung muttered as she saved her contact number on her phone.

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"Are you Officer Son Chaeyoung?"

A woman who is almost the same height as her, sporting a short black hair with bangs, striped t-shirt, cargo pants, and sneakers emerged beside her as she carefully peeked at Chaeyoung who is sitting comfortably outside of a cafe.

"And you are Miss Kim Chaewon, right?"

"Yes." They bowed at each other for respect before they also exchanged greetings to each other.

"How did you get my number, if I may ask?"

"The logbook you signed in when you met YN/LN." She clarified. "She's your friend, right?"

"Yes, officer."

"Just call me Chaeyoung. No need to be formal."

"Oh uhm... yes. YN's my friend since we were in high school."

"Okay." Chaeyoung nodded. "You're the perfect person would could take my favor easily." "Uhm, why did you brought me here and meet you up? I'm curious."

"I know that you want your friend to get out of prison, so is YN and...

I am too."

"Y-you?"

Chaeyoung nodded. "Yes. YN has turned out to be my friend there. She has done so many nice things for me, and I'm here to return it all back, and I need your help just as you need mine."

Chaewon stayed silent; she only narrowed her eyes when she spotted a bit of an intriguing word that Chaeyoung used there.

"YN told me that she's going to continue insuing a request for motion to reinstate to the judge, and I support her for that. I couldn't help her for that because I have to remain anonymous or else I'm done" Chaeyoung elaborated.

"But, I could help her by providing the best of the detectives who can help her revisit and investigate the case again, which will eventually grant her a non-guilty decision. All I need to know is... do you accept my offer?"

Chaewon bit her lip as she processed it in her mind. Chaeyoung has effectively presented herself as a useful ally here who sets up a deal with her on her agenda to help YN reward her freedom.

Without showing any pride or doubts about the mentioned proposal, Chaewon spoke out shortly enough to prevent the officer from wasting more time.

"I accept."

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The judge approved, and the reinvestigation went smoothly with the help of Chaeyoung's friends she recommended from the police district in her hometown, Detective Kim Dahyun and Detective Chou Tzuyu.

Every detail that they collected was being updated to Chaeyoung so that she could tell YN, who can cooperate by helping the team expand and clear all the confusion that might be a barrier to their progress.

On the final day of the trial, Chaewon was about to enter the waiting room with cups of coffee in her hand when she captured Chaeyoung peeking at the door.

Intrigued by what she's watching, she found out that her eyes are locked on YN, who is silently praying near the window.

She slowly poked the officer's shoulder to avoid her being startled and cause the inmate to halt her prayer.

"How long have you been watching her?"

"N-not that long." Chaeyoung swallowed, side-eyeing in a glimpse of shame in her part.

"Hmm. Okay." Chaewon nodded, pursing her lower lip.

They both continue to monitor YN who is now viewing the scenery outside.

"You're doing this for her, but not only because of what you told me, do you?" Chaewon said from behind. Chaeyoung glances to the right where she easily heard it.

"How c-could you tell?

"I'm a psychiatrist actually. I'm on my vacation for 3 months here in South Korea that's why i'm here... temporarily." Chaewon revealed. "So yeah, I could depict whether a person is lying or not. I suppose your mannerism is twitching your upper lip when you do."

Chaeyoung opened her wide widely as she turned around and looked at Chaewon in shock. The latter just grinned and shrugged.

"Looks like I hit the bullseye with that."

"Don't tell her please." Chaeyoung bowed her head.

"I won't, but why?"

"I'm about to tell her myself, but I'll do it on the right time. I'm prepared, but I much prefer to do it at any place where we both can feel that we're free from anything. Away from a bunch of judgmental and rude people. Where nothing could hold me back from saying that I love her too."

A few hours later, the trial has reached its conclusion, but with a breathtaking twist for anyone who is present in the court.

Just as the judge declared the win for YN's side, implying a non-guilty order for her, the two detective buddies of Chaeyoung arrived at the scene to make a shocking statement.

It was found out through a series of tests that the new fingerprints, footprints, and cctv footage they gathered, which were absent from the previous investigation, all pointed to the sole person that Dahyun and Chaeyoung forcefully brought with them to show anybody that the accused is indeed innocent.

It was none other than YN's stepbrother, LN In-soo, who plotted and performed the crime against her.

He was about to sneakily escape the country when the team chased him all away to the Incheon International Airport when the experiments that were conducted from him matched positive to what they received in the materials he used on burning the said establishment.

Instead of being completely happy that she can now walk out of prison, it was mixed with devastation and anger that the only man she considered special in her life would be able to do this to her unmatched to how she looked up at him throughout their childhood days.

"I TREATED YOU LIKE MY REAL BROTHER! WHY DID YOU, MOM AND DAD INCLUDED ME TO BE PART OF THE FAMILY! JUST SO YOU CAN EMOTIONALLY ABUSE ME MORE THAN WHAT I'VE BEEN GOING THROUGH WHEN I WAS ABANDONED BY MY PARENTS?!"  YN shouts and tugs the shirt aggressively at her brother who is the real criminal and the mastermind of one of the worst happenings existed in her life while the guards tried to seperate them apart from each other.

Based from the interview, they have learned that Insoo did it so that he can get rid of her stepsister for good. He never wanted a sibling to be a girl, but he had no choice before but to get along with his parent's plan to let YN in their family so that they could make their grandparents proud that they had finally found a granddaughter to cherish.

That's why when YN entered in their life, Insoo felt like everything has been disrupted for him, starting from his grandparent's attention, the priorities, and the popularity among others who knew about their family's background.

So he came up with a plan that perfectly describes his cold-hearted personality with a cruel intention... and that is to destroy YN and reclaim everything he lost. He was the man behind the hooded and tracksuit wearing figure caught in the camera invading the front of YN's house from the hidden smart cam in one of the houses in the neighborhood.

Unfortunately for him, karma always prevails in the end and that led him to replace the spot intended for him to receive in the first place, not by his innocent step-sister who did nothing wrong with him or even dared to try it.

Meanwhile at the prison camp, YN has finally said her goodbyes to all of the inmates she had gotten close to, including Officer Youngji and Detective Dahyun and Tzuyu.

She had one last person to see which she saved because she always thought that she is the best amongst everyone.

Chaeyoung was sipping on her coffee as she reviews all the punishment of the newly arrived inmates when she saw YN walking towards her, now wearing a civilian attire with a backpack behind her.

She didn't forgot that it would her release today, she just wants to distract herself from thinking about it because she couldn't help but to sad not seeing her frequently around here anymore but still, she's happy that she finally made YN get the fate she deserved to have.

"Officer Son", YN called her.

"What happened with our agreement that we shouldn't be formal with each other?"

"Sorry, but I just want to call you that one last time for me to say my farewell properly as your inmate." She chuckled, rubbing her nape shyly. Chaeyoung grinned at how cute she was.

"Goodbye, Officer Son." She bowed in front of her. Chaeyoung hesitantly did the same, as her smile was about to shrink, but not until YN followed up with one more thing to say.

"But... as for you, Son Chaeyoung, the one whom I met as my best friend in this crowded, unreal place, I have to tell you something that is much better than saying goodbye."

She reached for her hand and squeezed it. Chaeyoung just had the biggest blush and the fastest heartbeat she ever had in her lifetime.

"I'm in love with you. It sounds cliche, but I meant it with all my heart. You were the first one who kept me calm and fought through all my negative insights just to shed some light of positivity for me to realize that it's not over for me yet. As long as I'm living, there is no end until time says so, and I thank you for making me realize it again without denial. You gave me hope and chances I thought I would never get when I went through this state that I thought I lost everything meaningful in my life... but then it all changed when I met you. My life was all dark until you showed up, and it was all yellow because you gave it color."

Chaeyoung cried at YN's heartfelt and sincere message. She gripped her hand more, and she cuddled it near her face, allowing YN to help her wipe off her tears.

"Don't cry. I didn't say goodbye to you, Chaeyoung, because I knew this wasn't the last time we'd meet again."

She pinched her cheek before she started to twirl her body around and walk away from Chaeyoung, who was left blossoming and touched by the confession she had been waiting to hear.

MORE THAN A WEEK LATER

YN parked her car and greeted the guards before she entered the facility.

Bringing the gifts with her, she enthusiastically walked to the help desk to state her concern.

"Good morning, I'm here to visit Officer Son Chaeyoung, please."

"Oh, uhm... you're looking for Officer Son?"

"Yes. Is she here?"

"But... maam, she left the camp last week." The policewoman said. YN was surprised at the news.

"Wait, what? T-then may I know where is she stationed now?"

"No, maam. She wasn't moved. As far as I know, she resigned from her position."

YN's mind went blank as she became clueless on where she could find Chaeyoung and return to her as what she was aiming to do once she got released, with the problem being that she didn't get to save her phone number before she left.

Back at the new house where she's currently residing and start a new life being away from the reputation of her family, acquiring a new surname for her to use legally.

She went inside, and it was still the same; everyone was preparing for the party they organized for today.

"You're back! And... what's with the pout, bestie?" Chaewon asked Chaeyoung, pointing at her with a pack of spaghetti noddles she's holding.

"I didn't get to see her, Chaeyoung said lamely. "She wasn't working at the camp anymore."

"Ahhhh... okay." Chaewon nodded, looking uninterested at Chaeyoung's reveal. "Anyways, get some rest, and we'll be about to start soon." She quickly rushed to the kitchen.

"What's up with her? Does she care about me getting sad that Chaeyoung's not around anymore after all she has done for me?" YN muttered at herself before she slumped her body on the couch.

Half an hour later, the celebration for YN's new home began. Chaewon's family joined, and even Detective Dahyun, Detective Tzuyu, and Officer Youngji paid a surprise visit to check on YN and enjoy time with her.

YN appreciated their presence but the thought of missing Chaeyoung still couldn't make her be in ease.

She approached Dahyun, Tzuyu, and Youngji wjo are now eating their respective foods in one table.

"Uhh hey guys, I just want to ask if have you guys know where Chaeyoung lives?"

"Yeah, we do." Dahyun said. "Why?"

"I want to visit her. I went to the camp earlier and I just found out that she wasn't working there anymore so I'm just curious and concerned for her, you know." YN explained. "Can I get her address?"

"No, why should we?"

"Pardon?"

"Why should we give it to you? So you can waste your time finding her?" Youngji answered.

"Huh? Ummm guys, I don't know why you guys are acting weird too li-"

"Shush it, YN. Let us finish, okay?" Tzuyu interrupted. That effectively made YN quiet as she observed the strange acts of her friends. "Again, why should we tell you her address and let you waste your time looking for her when you can even meet yourself right here today?"

They all pursed their lips in one direction. YN furrowed her eyebrow before she turned around and followed what they were referring to.

Her eyes landed on the familiar figure standing meters away from her at the gate. It slowly walked straight towards her, which was then followed by her own footsteps.

They did it until they shrank their gap, where they can now see their faces closer and more visible to admire.

"Looking for me?" Chaeyoung smirked, her hand hands behind her back and stared deeply at the gasping YN who is seeing her in a different new look. "I'm sorry if i'm a bit late. I had to try some clothes in my closet."

She was wearing a red dress, black heels and a new short haircut which she stylized it with blonde color, looking even much mesmerizing than her being in her police uniform.

"Chaeyoung." YN breathily said. "I-It's fine, you picked the right choice and it looks perfect on you."

"Hi." She grinned brightly.

"I-It's fine, you picked the right choice and it looks perfect on you."

"I'm sorry too if didn't gave up an update about what happened to me. Well, I wanted to make my surprise live up to its term."

YN understood it. "Can you tell me now?"

"Ofcourse. If you are thinking about the possibility of it, then you are correct. I was resigned from my job."

"Why?

"I made a violation and the chief discovered it when somebody went to report at her that caught me involving myself in Dahyun and Tzuyu's investigation without permission. She gave me 2 months of suspension in return."

"B-but the helper said you were fired?"

"No, I didn't. Nobody except those three in the back knew about exactly what happened." Chaeyoung clarified.

"You only got suspended though, so why did you resigned?"

"I already achieved my dream, and 10 years of service was enough for me to step out. I just had another new dream to live on, so I sacrificed one for it."

Chaeyoung grabbed both of her hands and watched their own pairs lock into one another's touch satisfyingly. "I said before to myself that I would only do it when both of us are now free from anything.

Where nothing... can hold me back from telling you that I love you."

Chaeyoung held YN's back of her head and pulled it closer for her to press their lips together for a much-awaited kiss. All of their friends cheered at the back as they watched this happy ending that they were all anticipating.

"For the first time in my life, I had to let my heart choose itself what lies ahead of me, and I finally did it. I thought you'll be just like one of them who only cares about 'what' I am but never at 'who' I am but instead you turned out to be someone who made me feel how valuable I am by cherishing how small things I've done could mean a lot already to you even though I knew I could've done better. I got what I'm finding for, and it was something just like this, YN." Chaeyoung softly said, her hands sliding up and down on YN's shoulders. "I told you, I never fully regret what happened to me, because if it wasn't for that, I wouldn't be able to meet the person who was ready to risk and join me wherever she wants to go. If that's what you desire... then I wouldn't mind follow you along, Chae." YN said heartfully. "Let's continue to make hopes and enter opportunities for the future together."

They both kissed passionately again with their own initiative, as it lasted a little longer than the previous.

Breaking their moment for a while, they nodded and grinned before deciding to return to their friends and join them celebrate this special day they're having.

#twicechaeyoung #chaeyoung #sonchaeyoung #twicechaeyoungxfreader #twicechaeyoungxfemalereader #chaeyoungxfreader #chaeyoungxfemalereader #twicexreader #chaeyoungoneshot #twicechaeyoungoneshot #gxg #twiceoneshot #chaeyoungau #twiceau #kpoponeshot #kpopfanfic #kpopau

[smoll-tangerine]

ten reasons why i hate you: reason #2

SYNOPSIS. while you admittedly didn’t refuse the arranged marriage between you and jung jaehyun, that didn’t mean that you’d allow him to treat you like a doormat. for the emotional distress he had put you through during the months leading up to your engagement party, you ensure that he will pay for the way he had been treating you for the rest of his life. 

PAIRING. rich boy!jaehyun x rich girl!reader  GENRES. angst, drama, rich kid!au  CHAPTER WORD COUNT. 1643 

WARNINGS. mentions of drinking, female!reader on a war path. 

DISCLAIMER. this is a work of fiction based on fictional events and characters. it is unrelated to any real people, organisations, locations, and events. the laws, and legal and medical interpretations in this work have also been modified for storytelling purposes.

[a/n]: thanks everyone for their interest in my drabble (now titled reason #1)! thanks to that, i decided to make this into a small series comprised of 10 short chapters, hopefully all under 2k words. do note that there will be little to no romance for this series. i’ve always wanted to write a story from the “antagonist” pov, so here’s my first attempt at it! 

← REASON #1 || MASTERLIST || REASON #3 → 

REASON #2

The engagement party was a drag and it took a toll on you emotionally. 

While you barely remembered what exactly went down as you drank more than you could handle, you distinctively remembered that you somehow came out with a goal from that party. 

And that goal was to make Jaehyun’s life a living hell. 

Despite the engagement, there was still nothing concrete about it. 

Your family had a verbal agreement with Jaehyun’s, but that wasn’t enough for you to actually proceed with the marriage. 

So, a few days after the engagement party, you invited him and his family to discuss what your marriage entailed. Your family got the gist that Jaehyun didn’t want to marry you, but they didn’t know the exact reason for it. 

Luckily for the Jungs, you spared your parents the details and told them that you’d handle it yourself this time, to which they thankfully didn’t object.

Af if God knew of your plans, the restaurant Jaehyun’s parents picked was the one where his girlfriend worked. You didn’t know if that was karma working for or against you. Nonetheless, even if you weren’t the one who picked it, it wouldn’t change Jaehyun’s opinion of you, so who cares?

“Let me tell you how Mr. Jung and I are so ecstatic of your engagement to our son!” Jaehyun’s mother gushed to you as his girlfriend was serving red wine to everyone at the table.

You ignored Jaehyun and his girlfriend the whole time and pretended that they weren’t there. In any case, you didn’t need to look at him to know where he was or how he felt about the situation; the smoke coming out of his ears were enough.

“I’m afraid that this dinner isn’t what you think, Mrs. Jung,” you replied as you motioned your family butler to hand you your briefcase.

“Please, we’re about to become a family, call me–”

You slid a few papers onto the table. “This is the prenup that my family lawyers drew up,” you cut her off and then took a sip of the red wine.

You grimaced at how gross it tasted and motioned Jaehyun’s girlfriend—what was her name again, Chaeyoung?—with a flick of your wrist. “Get me a bottle of Château d’Yquem.”

You didn’t fail to notice the flash of annoyance in her eyes. You relished this moment even more, as sadistic as it sounds.

“A prenup…?” the older lady then said, shocked. “I- I don’t understand.”

The look on the three of their faces were worth the effort. Mr. Jung looked fuming, his wife evidently devastated, and Jaehyun looked like he was going to burn a hole through your skull by the way he was glaring at you.

“Well, you honestly can’t expect me to marry your son when he, well,” you glanced at Chaeyoung subtly as she poured your wine with a frown, “comes with quite a baggage.”

“I can assure you that my son has cut all ties with that girlfriend of his,” Jaehyun’s father gruffly stated.

You almost snorted into your wine glass. How shameless of them to force their son into an arranged marriage with a complete stranger when they knew that he had a girlfriend? And you wondered if they knew whether that that girlfriend of his was the one serving them right now. If that were the case, you had to ponder whether this was a deliberate move on their part or not to bring you to this specific restaurant.

“Oh, and the prenup isn’t the only thing,” you continued. “There are more things for him to agree to.” You gave them a half-smile. “You know, just to protect myself from future liabilities.”

Along with the prenup were a list of conditions that they had to agree to, if they wanted this marriage to move forward. Your demands were pretty ridiculous, but not ridiculous enough that they would straight-up reject them. You weren’t dumb, you knew there was more to this marriage than the two families wanting to join together.

Your mother was a famous socialite while your father’s side of the family owned a couple of private hospitals, known for providing the best healthcare in the country. Jaehyun’s family, on the other hand, was known for being in the pharmaceutical industry. A partnership between the hospital line and a pharmaceutical line would certainly be beneficial, especially for the Jungs.

Not to mention how your family’s net worth was around $1 billion, and Jaehyun’s was worth half of yours—in the $500 million, last you checked. While they certainly had a lot money of their own, it wouldn’t hurt to protect yourself and well, to also hurt Jaehyun’s pride in the process. Two birds, one stone.

It was only too bad Jaehyun was such a dick to you.

“If Jaehyun was caught in a cheating scandal, the settlement our family will have to pay–” his mother scanned the document and screeched. “This is ridiculous! How dare you ask us–”

“Well, of course, the same applies to me,” you reassured her nonchalantly. “If anything, I don’t care if he has mistresses on the side—as long as he doesn’t get caught by the media and drags my reputation to the ground. I’m afraid that’s going to be a little bit hard to get back to. Cheating scandals are fine and all since we can always refute them, but oh, if he gets someone else pregnant,” you tipped your wine glass to them, “that will certainly be a problem.”

A moment of silence as the parents looked at each other, not even considering Jaehyun’s opinion or feelings at all. While the two elders were busy whispering amongst themselves, you smirked at Jaehyun, happy with the development of things.

“Oh, and of course, if Jaehyun signs this agreement,” you said and pulled out another document from your briefcase and slid it over. “Then, here’s the partnership agreement you’ve previously spoke about with my parents. And I can assure you that the terms are much better than the ones you previously set with my parents. My father’s and grandfather’s signatures and seals are, of course, already on it. Feel free to send it to your lawyers to authenticate everything.”

Of course, you ensured that your family wasn’t on the losing side of the partnership, but you also had to make sure that your offer was enticing enough for them to sign it. And surely enough, they gobbled it up.

“Get me a pen and my seal stamp,” Mr. Jung quickly conceded.

“Father–”

“You shut your mouth!” he shouted at Jaehyun, surprising even you. “You almost ruined our family with that little girlfriend of yours, you will not disobey my orders! You will sign this agreement or I will cut you off completely!”

Jaehyun looked furious as ever. His hand trembled as he signed his name on the prenup and then stamped it with his seal, his girlfriend witnessing the whole process.

You swore that you were going to make his life a living hell, and you were going to keep your word.

“Lovely doing business with you,” you said with a sickeningly sweet smile and shook all of their hands. “I look forward to see what this partnership will bring.”

“It’s only too bad that you’re a doctor,” Mr. Jung replied. “You would have made an amazing businesswoman.”

You smiled politely. “You flatter me too much.”

Jaehyun’s parents finally left and you two were alone in the private room. Your fiancé sighed and ran a frustrated hand through his hair.

“Are you happy now?” he asked with a sneer. “Are you staying here longer to torture me further and gloat?”

You scoffed and sipped at your drink. “Nonsense. I’m also staying because of how expensive this glass of wine costs.”

He rolled his eyes. “A glass of a 1997 Château D’Yquem only costs $1000—you make that every second. Not to mention, my family picked up the tab.”

“Of course they did,” you said with a small snort. “As if they’re going to make their future daughter-in-law pay for dinner.”

“You’re the one who invited us.”

“And rightfully so,” you snapped back.

You could tell that Jaehyun was surprised with your attitude, so different from usual. In a way, it was true yet untrue at the same time. You’ve always been know to be a force to be reckoned with, one to never back down from a fight. Yet somehow a man like Jaehyun was able to knock you off your horse for the past couple of months so it was high time for you to get back on it.

“I said I was going to make you suffer for the rest of your life,” you said as you got up from your seat, and threw your serviette onto the table. “I’m simply holding my word. As you can see, I’m not one to go back on it.”

You walked away from him and Chaeyoung, who had been as silent as ever for the whole duration of the dinner. You even stopped next to her and pulled out a few hundreds before shoving them into the little pocket of her vest.

“Sorry for the trouble,” you told her with a fake smile.

You made sure that your back faced them as you left the restaurant, your heels clacking loudly against the floor. After months of torture, you finally started enacting your revenge.

But this wasn’t nearly enough for you. This was nothing compared to the months of hatred and spite he held against you during the months leading up to your engagement.

Jaehyun hadn’t even a full taste of your fury yet. It was your turn to knock him down his high horse. And you looked forward to the day he will be on his knees, begging you for mercy. 

← REASON #1 || MASTERLIST || REASON #3 →

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[purecantarella]

Tattooed Heart

belated happy chaeyoung day to all!! to the once's strawberry princess, i have a soft spot for her so i hope that i did her justice 😊 also, im not sure if this was a request or if i thought it up in my little head 😂 if it is requested i'll reply to the ask when i can HAHAHAH enjoy, my lovelies!! son chaeyoung x tattoo artist!reader disclaimer/s : this is floof but i suppose if you're sensitive to getting tattoos and brief mentions of alcohol but in terms of content it's nothing too wild

Chaeyoung was definitely the most free-spirited of the members and her actions and looks made that very obvious. From the open way she speaks to the ink that was etched onto her skin. Her fellow members had always admired her for her bravery for expressing herself in every way she wanted.

Which lead them here, in her usual tattoo parlour.

All nine girls hiding under the night sky to sneak off to a secret shop to get matching tattoos after some late night alcoholic rendezvous. They tumbled into the space, giggling and pointing to different designs that were on the wall.

They didn't really think of the noise they were making, they didn't really need to after all. It was in a rather remote part of the city, almost invisible to most if they didn't know where to look. Of course this was by choice so that they wouldn't be identified by fans or passersby.

A lot of idols got their tattoos done here. Most came for the hidden nature of the shop but then there were the people who came for you; a mysterious, flirtatious and artistic soul. It helped that you were easy on the eyes and skin decked out with tattoos of your own design. They were absolutely beautiful.

"Chae, little early to be back?" You asked with a dopey grin as the short rapper skipped up to the counter, tapping on it excitedly. "Didn't your company just reprimand you for the last one." You teased before she giggled and leaned on top of the counter, slapping your arm.

You chuckled softly and moved to the front to properly greet Chaeyoung with open arms. "Hello to you too, N/n!" She greeted practically bouncing off the walls. "Girls, this is Y/F/N! Best tattoo artist in the world!"

Immediately the girls waved to you, some flirtatiously while some were distracted by the neon lights around the store. You waved to them with a closed lip smile. "So what can I do for you all?" You asked before pulling a seat for yourself.

"Are you seeing anyone?" Chaeyoung's head whipped around to look at Sana, who confidently took a step closer to you, almost offended.

"Not currently." You replied chuckling dryly. "But I am interested in someone right now." Soft but audible groans of disappointment and you could only smile, glancing to the shortest member who had turned to talk to Tzuyu.

A flutter of butterflies erupted in your stomach as she looked your way briefly. "Tell me about what you girls want exactly..." You rushed out before turning a heel quickly in a vain attempt hide the tomato red that had begun to plague your cheeks, you lead the girls into the back where a number of other employees sat in waiting.

There were a significant amount of them, eight girls who were first timers and only three of you in the shop was going to prove difficult but they did pick a simple design. The date they were formed on their wrist with a small heart in their assigned color.

It didn't take as long as you all expected but there was a significant amount of whining and a few tears were shed. But they were quick to dry as you joked with them and comforted them with soft touches, as you did with many of your clients.

It helped calming them or at the very least distracting them.

Before you knew it, you were at the last girl, your co-workers clocking out for the night, leaving you to close shop. Finishing up the session was the most familiar face out of all the girls.

As Chae sat in front of you, the girls taking photos of the fresh ink on their skin behind her excitedly. You smiled up at her fondly. A part of you had always been attracted to the rapper but of course you maintained a friendly-professional relationship. Still, your favorite moments were when she was only a breath away from you.

You took her wrist in your hands delicately, turning it over to expose the unmarked skin. You met her chocolate eyes before the grin on your face grew a little, the alcohol ridden flush growing a little.

"Ready...?" You whispered to which she giggled then nodded excitedly.

The girls had ended their mini photoshoot and began to watch the two of you, whispering to yourselves with soft smiles and stolen glances.

"Stop fidgeting!" You scolded before lifting the tattoo gun and laughing softly.

"Well stop making me laugh!" Chaeyoung retorted, gently shoving you back with her free hand. You shook your head and continued, laughter still permeating in the air.

They knew about you and just how ecstatic you made Chaeyoung. It was almost impossible for her to stop talking about you right after getting a new tattoo. She talked about you and your impeccable skill and steady hand more than the actual image on her skin.

With a few whimpers, the ink on her wrist was etched. You smiled down at her proudly. "Just like clockwork, Chae." You muttered before placing a light kiss over the palm of her hand, catching her off guard.

A delicate blush dusting over her pale cheeks. You looked up at her tentatively and the atmosphere stilled around you two. Once again, it was a moment where you were acutely aware of the warmth that her hand radiated and you found yourself memorising each of the features on Chae's face.

For the young rapper though, she was looking at the tattoos that were etched onto your skin. Each telling their own stories; ones that she wanted to know more about. The meanings behind each one of them. She wanted to know you.

Catching yourself, you pulled away and cleared your throat. Completely flustered you placed the tattoo gun down and rubbed your clammy palms down on the denim of your jeans.

You looked around the room, all the girls staring at you and the second youngest of the group. You mustered out a nervous laugh before calling out, "Service is on the house, ladies."

A soft chorus of cheers echoed in the small space before you smiled back at Chaeyoung and nodding to the other girls before you walked back to the front, preparing a receipt and other things before you close up shop.

The other girls began to sneak out of the shop under the cover of night, bidding you good bye not without a few of them slipping you their numbers making you chuckle softly. Then it was only you and Chaeyoung in the shop.

"You going to be okay closing up alone?" She asked you by the door, not wanting to leave just yet, hoping you'd ask her to stay. Letting out a soft chuckle, you nodded slowly. "I'm a big girl Chae, not like you'd know what that's like." You teased with a playful grin.

Her hand collided with your arm again as she complained cutely. You threw your head back laughing again before another comfortable silence fell between the two of you.

In spite of yourself, you took her hand in yours. Careful not to brush against the fresh ink on her wrist. Your eyes bore into hers, almost challenging her to take things to the next level. But nothing came of it.

All you could do was smile shyly, both your hearts beating out of your chests, skin warm. "Sometimes these sessions just aren't long enough, huh...?"

Chaeyoung looked down at her feet as you took a step away, opening the door for her before your smile faltered, almost looking sad. "Come back soon." You waved before she rejoined the group, still looking back at the glass doors and windows from where you watched the nine women disappear into the night.

You closed your eyes with a heavy huff. You looked back down at your hand, the feeling of the young rapper's in yours still very present to you. Again, your gaze lifted to where the group went.

"Shit..." You muttered to yourself before rushing to lock the store up.

On the other hand, the entire way home the other members teased Chaeyoung incessantly about her connection with you and just how much chemistry flowed between the both of you. All the while she remained silent, thinking about how you'd kissed her hand, how you pulled her back briefly, and your words echoed in her head.

"Sometimes these sessions just aren't long enough, huh...?"

As the girls whined about the pain on their skin, she fidgeted in her seat. Eying the clock on the wall. It'd only been a few minutes since the girls had left the parlour, could you still be there? Could she catch up to you? Was she just reading into this?

Finally unable to control herself. The possibility of you and her ate at her and she needed to curb her curiosity of you. Chaeyoung jumped out of her seat, dashing to grab a jacket then ran to the door quickly, catching the attention of her members, who all knew where she was off to.

Just as Chaeyoung swung the door open, ready to run to the parlour, you had your hand ready to knock on the door. Your eyes going wide before you smiled sheepishly. The rapper's eyes burst open as she stared at you moving from heel to toe, a cheap bouquet in your hand.

"I...Well..." Your usually suave and confident voice completely missing, in it's place was an anxious drawl. "I usually...don't do this with clients but..." You lifted your arm, offering the shorter girl the flowers.

The rapper smiled at the flowers and wrapped her hands around the stems before she took a deep whiff of the bouquet. She smiled up at you, leaning up to place a quick kiss on your warm skin.

"Want to take a walk?" You offered, pointing to the elevator before Chaeyoung interlocked her fingers with yours, leaning onto your shoulder. Pulling you closer as you both continued down the hall.

"I'd love nothing more, N/n."

so this did come out later than i would have liked it to but im really happy with the way it had come out!! also, i just loved the idea of a tattoo artist with chaeyoung of all people 🥺 just works to me ya know HAHAHAHA anyway, i hope you're all doing alright and i will see you all vv soon! keep safe my lovelies i love you all with whatever is left of my soul 💓 - r

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[chankai-ao3]

by xPoros

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Words: 427, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: EXO (Band), ATEEZ (Band), VICTON (Band), A.C.E (Beat Interactive Band), 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS, TWICE (Band), TOMORROW X TOGETHER | TXT (Korea Band), SuperM (Korea Band), Stray Kids (Band), SHINee, SEVENTEEN (Band), ONEUS (Band), Monsta X (Band), MCND (Band), BLACKPINK (Band), GOT7, (여자)아이들 | (G)I-DLE, EVERGLOW (Band), NCT (Band)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Byun Baekhyun, Kim Jongin | Kai, Oh Sehun, Kim Junmyeon | Suho, Kim Minseok | Xiumin, Park Chanyeol, Kim Jongdae | Chen, Zhang Yi Xing | Lay, Do Kyungsoo | D.O, Kim Hongjoong, Park Seonghwa, Jeong Yunho, Kang Yeosang, Choi San, Song Mingi, Jung Wooyoung, Choi Jongho, Han Seungwoo, Kang Seungsik, Choi Byungchan, Heo Chan, Im Sejun, Jung Subin, Do Hanse, Kim Sehyoon | Wow, Kim Byeongkwan, Park Junhee | Jun, Kang Yuchan | Chan, Lee Donghun, Kim Namjoon | RM, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Min Yoongi | Suga, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Kim Taehyung | V, Park Jimin (BTS), Jeon Jungkook, Im Nayeon, Park Jisoo | Jihyo, Myoui Mina, Hirai Momo, Minatozaki Sana, Kim Dahyun, Son Chaeyoung, Chou Tzuyu, Yoo Jeongyeon, Huening Kai, Kang Taehyun, Choi Yeonjun, Choi Soobin, Choi Beomgyu, Lee Taeyong, Lee Taemin, Mark Lee (NCT), Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul | Ten, Wong Yuk Hei | Lucas, Hwang Hyunjin, Yang Jeongin | I.N, Kim Seungmin, Lee Minho | Lee Know, Han Jisung | Han, Bang Chan, Seo Changbin, Choi Minho, Kim Kibum | Key, Lee Jinki | Onew, Kim Jonghyun (SHINee), Yoon Jeonghan, Lee Jihoon | Woozi, Kwon Soonyoung | Hoshi, Lee Chan | Dino, Lee Seokmin | DK, Xu Ming Hao | The8, Jeon Wonwoo, Chwe Hansol | Vernon, Wen Jun Hui | Jun, Hong Jisoo | Joshua, Kim Mingyu, Choi Seungcheol | S.Coups, Boo Seungkwan, Yeo Hwanwoong, Kim Geonhak | Leedo, Kim Youngjo | Ravn, Lee Seoho, Son Dongju | Xion, Lee Keonhee, Lee Hoseok | Wonho, Yoo Kihyun, Lee Minhyuk (Monsta X), Im Changkyun | I.M, Son Hyunwoo | Shownu, Chae Hyungwon, Lee Jooheon, Song Minjae (MCND), Son Seongjun | Castle J, Nam Seungmin | BIC, No Huijun, Bang Junhyuk | Win, Jennie Kim, Lalisa Manoban | Lisa, Park Chaeyoung | Rosé, Kim Jisoo (BLACKPINK), Park Jinyoung (GOT7), Jackson Wang, Im Jaebum | JB, Kunpimook Bhuwakul | BamBam, Kim Yugyeom, Mark Tuan, Choi Youngjae, Jeon Soyeon, Song Yuqi, Seo Soojin, Yeh Shuhua, Cho Miyeon, Minnie Nicha Yontararak, Park Jiwon | E:U, Wang Yiren (EVERGLOW), Heo Yoorim | Aisha, Kim Sihyeon, Han Eunji | Mia, Jo Serim | Onda, Jung Yoonoh | Jaehyun, Park Jisung (NCT), Na Jaemin, Nakamoto Yuta, Lee Jeno, Kim Jungwoo (NCT), Lee Donghyuck | Haechan, Zhong Chen Le, Dong Si Cheng | WinWin, Kim Dongyoung | Doyoung, Huang Ren Jun, Moon Taeil, Qian Kun, Wong Kun Hang | Hendery, Jin Yangyang, Xiao De Jun | Xiao Jun

Relationships: Byun Baekhyun/Park Chanyeol, Kim Jongin | Kai/Park Chanyeol, Jeong Yunho/Song Mingi, Kang Yeosang/Song Mingi, Choi San/Jung Wooyoung, Choi Jongho/Jeong Yunho, Kim Hongjoong/Park Seonghwa, Han Seungwoo/Kang Seungsik, Kim Byeongkwan/Kim Sehyoon | Wow, Kim Byeongkwan/Park Junhee | Jun, Min Yoongi | Suga/Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V, Choi Soobin/Huening Kai, Choi Soobin/Choi Yeonjun, Kim Jongin | Kai/Lee Taemin, Hwang Hyunjin/Yang Jeongin | I.N, Choi Minho/Lee Taemin, Lee Jihoon | Woozi/Yoon Jeonghan, Song Mingi/Yeo Hwanwoong, Kim Geonhak | Leedo/Yeo Hwanwoong, Im Changkyun | I.M/Yoo Kihyun

Additional Tags: Fluff, Angst, PWP without Porn, Smut, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Strangers to Lovers, Enemy Lovers, Crossover, OT3, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Social Media, Furry, Incest, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst with a Bad Ending, Violence, Psychological Trauma, Psychological Warfare, Drama, Family Drama, Romance, Canon Compliant, alternative universe, reader - Freeform

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[girls-scenarios]

Is it possible for us to know what requests are currently on your writing lists??

Sure! These are mostly badly paraphrased to keep them short and simple on our list but here they are:

Headcanons:

An ITZY drabble about how they each meet their girlfriend

Vampire G(idle)

Mafia!Dreamcatcher

Girlfriend!Jinsoul

Sistar as your girlfriend

Loona dates at home

Red Velvet soulmate headcanon

DreamCatcher and how they flirt

Girlfriend!Chungha

Girlfriend!WJSN

Fics/Other:

First time saying I love you to Bulldok

Yvesvi breaking curse

Mafia Momo and schoolgirl Mina

Viseul distopia au

Fake Texts/Snaps:

JiU learns gf was kicked out of class fake text

EXID conspiracy theory fake texts

Reactions:

g idle reaction to having to take care of their gf

Yandere Mafia!Loona Unnie line reaction where they find fem!reader after she runs away

Cherry Bullet's reaction on playing pocky game with their s/o

snsd reaction to their gf wanting them to dominate her

Loona reaction where they get a cute new manager and they fall for them

Twice reaction to their s.o overworking themselves

mafia-exid au reacting to their s/o being afraid of them after they tell them

jealous exid reaction

RV reacts to their idol best friend being outed for their sexuality

RV reaction of their bf suddenly hugging them and cries on their shoulder

werewolf!f(x) reaction about being protective over their mate

Loona reaction for a soccer player!au where them and their gf are on different teams and one day they have a match against each other

Twice reaction to hear for the first time a their s.o curse

EXID's reaction to their S/O quietly serenading them while being intimate

Cherry Bullet's reaction to the reader confessing shyly with a letter

Scenarios:

Solbin has feeling for manager (reader) but wont admit

Vampire Irene and new vampire reader

Wendy hogwarts!au divination tea leaf reading

Exy and reader (Besties) like the same guy and let it get between their friendship

Taeyeon soulmate au. Soulmates coordinates appear on your skin

Irene romeo&juliet style gang au. Reader falls in love with rival gang member

Sowon is the leader of a gang and her girlfriend is kidnapped

Wendy comes out to the media with girlfriend

Idol!fem!reader x Momo appear on running man

"I would do anything to see you smile" Moonbyul Fluff

Doyeon angst then fluff

Solji meets reader in hospital

Rena and werewolf reader

Vampire!Irene and vampire!reader who lost memory

Reader and members plan surprise for Rose

Jennie Werewolf au

Hyolyn goddess of summer au

Twice Mina and reader who won date

WJSN Bona sees reader in crowd

Poly Rena and Roa comfort

Yeoreum gets bullied at high school au

Rose and members record reader after surgery

Twice Mina watches manager's daughter

Jisoo x reader speaking in Spanish

Wendy amortentia au Twice teaching reader how to swim

Solji x Doctor reader

Mina and Tzuyu poly Triwizard Tournament relationship

Rose college au

Hani or Siyeon x slytherin reader

Soyeon and idol!reader on variety show

Sunmi Hello Councilor au

Seungyeon and fem!idol!reader do sexy dance

Reader comforts Sana

Olivia and idol!reader on variety show

Sana and reader manager secret relationship smut

Chaewon and reader beach date

Irene x bodyguard reader

Yeji laser tag scenario

Ryujin x female reader based on Wendy ost "Goodbye"

Lua born without a soulmate mark au

gamer!au Yoohyeon and/or Siyeon where they meet the reader at a game tournament

Brown Eyed Girls Gain street racing au

Eunbi x fem reader "Secret Love Song"

Sunmi and readers date ruined

Hades!Taeyeon and Persephone!Fem!Reader

Reader protects Krystal from saesang

Nayeon and idol!reader fight and make up

Chaeryeong and idol!reader on variety show together

Yeoreum and reader get married

IZ*ONE Yuri friends with benefits angst and fluff

Sana and crush have to share a bed

Seulgi x reader who is Irene's sister

chaeyoung sana or Mina based on their song ‘three times a day’

Countryside!Irene x Siren!reader

Jeongyeon roadtrip au

Son Chaeyoung scenario where her s.o is serenading her with the Jonas Brothers song "Sucker"

Irene and fem!reader secret relationship

Amber Liu x actress! Reader

marchingband!reader and cheerleader Jeonghwa

Heejin tries belly dancing

Jisun “You’ve always felt like home” and “Don’t lie to me”

Scary but soft LE highschool au

Yuqi and magician reader

Solji sugarmommy!Au

Olivia Hye/Hyejoo highschool au

Poly and fluffy Siyeon and Sua x reader

Chungha and idol!reader variety show

LE daily vlog au

Chungha produce101 era scenario

Sunmi and reader breakup, get back together

Mina x reader who "hates kids" but really doesn't

Nayeon x reader who gets happy over Chaeyoung's card

Poly Bona and Chungha

Chungha and childhood friend reunite

Bona x manager reader

Hyunjin and reader with thirdwheel Heejin

Kim Lip enemies to lovers

Short reader and tall Roa 

Krystal x fem!reader "I ship it""Oh, we're actually together"

Detective!Irene AU

Krystal and reader meet child's s/o for the first time

6th member reader comes out to red velvet

Heejin pokemon trainer au

Sana x reader who is framed for a crime

Sooyoung meets reader in foreign country

Chungha royalty au

Olivia Hye x Vampire Hunter reader

Group finds out that Choerry and reader are dating

#sorry for the weird format on mobile

[soulkeeper801]

Whipped - Im Nayeon

Requested: Hiii can I please request yn and Nayeon out with the girls of twice and Nayeon has always bossed them around a bit but when Yn is around she catches herself knowing you don’t like that and the girls make fun of her? Thank you! I love your work!

Nayeon x f!reader

Fluff

Nayeon likes to think that she’s really laid back most of the time. She would throw subtle suggestions to her members because she knew what’s better for them, suggestions that were carried out ten out of ten times or else…

“Tzuyu, go sit at the back. Dahyun will take the passenger seat since she needs to rest. Chaeyoung, you—“

A hand on her right knee stopped her subtle suggestions. You dragged your thumb across her skin, getting her attention on you.

She loved your eyes. The way they would say a million things without a single word. Your gaze was soft, yet it reminded her of what you talked about that morning when you were laying on bed before getting ready for the day trip with the girls.

“Or you can sit wherever you want,” she said as her eyes were locked with yours, a knowing smile on her lips.

*

“Yah! Son Chaeyoung!” your girlfriend yelled when she saw the younger girl running around the practice room, trying to catch Tzuyu who had taken the rapper’s shoe away. “Stop playing and—“

A pair of soft arms wrapped her waist, stopping her one more time. She was startled by the sudden hug, yet she immediately relaxed at your touch. “Let them play,” you whispered in her ear as she threw a look at them who were still running around, loud giggles filling the room.

The other girls were sitting on the floor, enjoying the little show the younger girls were putting on.

She smiled at the sight and nodded, “you’re right, love”.

*

“Nayeon unnie,” Dahyun said carefully, “are you alright?”.

The girls were currently gathered in the living room about to watch a movie. They didn’t know what movie and they hadn’t bought the snacks either

“Yes?” she answered, her arms wrapped around you, both of you laying together on the floor, your backs resting against the couch.

“What movie are we watching, unnie?” Tzuyu asked, going through the menu with the remote, “you haven’t said a thing since you arrived”.

“Anything is fine,” she casually answered, her attention now focused on the strand of your hair wrapped around her finger.

“Finally!” Chaeyoun exclaimed, raising her arms to the air, “ever since Y/N unnie came to Nayeon unnie’s life we get to have fun without being told what to do!”

“Yah! You—” your girlfriend said, stopping her words one more time when she felt your hand caressing her leg in a soft attempt at calming her down. You turned your head towards her leaving a kiss on her cheek.

“Ohhh, Y/N unnie really has Nayeon unnie wrapped around her finger!” the younger girl replied at the scene she had just witnessed.

Nayeon would never stop herself from showing them who was the one to be respected, yet she didn’t continue with the little argument.

She simply tried to hide the way her cheeks turned a shade of red.

They were right, there were things she needed to change about her and the only one who would convince her to be a better version of herself was you

#twice x reader #twice imagine #twice x f!reader #im nayeon x reader #nayeon x reader #im nayeon imagine #nayeon imagine #nayeon fluff #requested #feel free to request #soulkeeper801

[saiidahyunie]

i wish i hated you 

son chaeyoung x f!reader 

synopsis: it’s not the truth nor the cure, but hating you’s the only way it doesn’t hurt.

warnings: a lot of heartbreaking feelings, sorry.

a/n: my first entry for chaepril and my (only) entry for angst april (angst4@nr1chaedickrider agenda)

putting pen to paper sounds easy, but it’s a lot more difficult to journal your thoughts when your heart is being ripped out. 

writing had always been the escape for you, pouring out these feelings and emotions to different degrees of ‘how’s your day going’ or ‘today, this happened because i did x,y, and z.’ the silence of your house filled with the occasional beep of your smoke detector in your kitchen was more therapeutic than being in a cafe where it’s busy and distracting. 

sure, there could be some prose of the classic-old cliche of ‘dear diary’ where you write in the lines of having this crush on someone in the same class as you, or how they complimented the clips in your hair, the shirt that was the new from hot topic, maybe even being partnered up for a school project was enough to report in that silly little book. 

the phone vibrates next to your laptop followed by a sound of the doorbell with combined knocking, peering over the screen where it immediately lights up to present your notification form the message app. 

// chae: hey, i’m outside ! 

// you: okay, one second.

before answering the door, you look at the google doc filled with lines of words that may have some subject to the story that you’re writing, putting an ellipsis at the end of the last sentence before stepping away to bring chaeyoung in. 

swinging, the five foot three woman in front of your doorstep stands there unbothered, sunglasses primed and everything with earbuds on with not a single care in the world. she’s so free spirited and soft spoken, you can’t help but smile at the fact that of all people that she could’ve been friends with, she decided to have you as the closest. 

“come on in,” you say. “nobody’s gonna be home until dinner.” 

chaeyoung nods, following just behind you through the living room, plopping her handbag on the couch before trailing to the kitchen where your laptop was. “what you got there? another writing assignment?” 

“no,” you laugh. “just some journalistic thoughts from the depths of my mind.” 

chaeyoung nods, grabbing an orange before seamlessly peeling it while reading the last few paragraphs that were on your laptop screen, eyes scanning slowly but moving at a darting pace that it may look like she’s in a rush. “this story seems pretty interesting. where’s your journal.” 

“oh, it’s in my bag next to you. i didn’t put an entry in yet for today, but i was planning to.”

“what was gonna be today’s report for this journal log, y.n?” 

pursing your lips, you’re humming while the brain cells try to come up with a sufficient answer to chae’s question. “i dunno.” you say, tapping your cheek with a single finger before snorting out of nowhere. chaeyoung also laughs while you’re trying not to meet her face. “what? what’s so funny?” 

“it’s nothing.” you start. “i think i was going to do something more of the theme of acceptance.” 

“acceptance?” 

“coming to terms with something.” 

chaeyoung nods, swapping places with you, standing up as opposed to you sitting down in front of your laptop, staring again at the new blank page on the screen before opening a new page in your journal next to the left side. 

“penny for your thoughts?” chaeyoung asks. 

“is dr. son chaeyoung p.h.d in the office by any chance?” 

“she is now.” she replies, smiling while tossing an orange slice into her mouth. “do you mind if i–?” 

tilting your head, already knowing what her question was gonna be, “you don’t need to ask.” you say to her, standing up before reaching above the portion of the wall over the refrigerator to shut off the smoke detector. 

—

“i need your help with something. writers block” you start again with chaeyoung.

“with what? what are you trying to type, or write?” she asks you, the cigarette between her mouth before taking it off and blowing the air to the open window next to her. 

you’ve been friends with chaeyoung since the beginning of high school, it’s been long enough to the point that you and her know every single little detail about each other. from the bra sizes, to the different tastes of music. everyone had always complimented the contrasting vibes that you two gave off with chaeyoung being more artsy and individualistic as to you being more refined and structured. 

there was one entry that you’ve always wanted to write or at least put to the damn book that shares all of your deepest and darkest secrets hidden away from the world that will never see the light of day. 

you were in love with chaeyoung.

chaeyoung doesn’t know that.

because chaeyoung doesn’t like girls. she likes pretty girls, but somehow got swept up with a guy named zion. 

zion, however, is a saint. he’s respectful, understanding, similar to the vibes that you give off which chaeyoung likes. you could say that he is you personified as a guy.

but in the end, zion isn’t you. 

“so there’s this love story between these two characters.” beginning again while chaeyoung gave her full attention. “i’ve built up a lot of tension between them, but i’ve been stuck on how to get past the frustrated confession of love.” 

“when was the last time you really tried to dig deep into writing something like that?” 

“a while ago. you saw the journal entries that i had about feelings that were unclear for someone.” 

“can you show me? or do you at least remember what you were trying to go for when writing?” chaeyoung asks you, looking at the journal with the blank page and the pen against the spine of the booklet. 

“uh, let me see if i can find it,” you reply, flipping through the pages of the neat and scribbled writing before stopping, “there we go.” turing it around and sliding it for chaeyoung to read. she’s helped you get out your thoughts beforehand. if it weren’t for her, god help you for being in a different state compared to now. 

“what’s this?” she asks, pointing to the topic next to the faded date and time. 

“oh, the title? anecdotes.” you answer her, stopping your typing on the keyboard. “i’ve been writing thoughts down like these to see if i can crank out a big, sweeping scene that hits all the emotional checkmarks.” 

“it was that one morning from that one sleepover we had with the girls, looking at your hair, because you’ve been thinking about whether to cut it. but your hair has so much volume, and so dense, so when you grow it out like this, it looks thick. it suits you.” 

chaeyoung looks up with an arched eyebrow, unsure if she was okay to continue, so you nod. 

“i know you hate styling your hair, so i thought, ‘it looks good like this. unstyled, but full and curly. don’t cut it.’” 

“i’ve been planning for your birthday present for at least 6 months. two rolls of 35 mm film. a screen protector. a scrapbook with pockets that have the right size for your instant photos. the brand of those star-shaped pimple patches you asked me about that one night while staying over.” 

“that first time we saw each other after i got dumped by that one girl one the cheer team who wasn’t into me. i made fun of how you kept yelling at me in the parking lot of how stupid and much of a people pleaser i was.” 

while she was reading aloud, you see the last sentence on your document be something along the hurtful tone of hate. (“this pain i’m carrying, it’s unbearable. but at the same time. it’s perfect in a way to where i can handle it, but i still have a dissatisfaction towards you.”) 

“i admired the way you text me, despite how dry and open ended they were. like a rupi kaur poem, the broken sentences structure like her books. you loved it anyway, and it made you emotional.” 

“i remember you started texting me like that as a joke, but then i realized that i was also doing the same form of texts to my other friends and even my parents.” 

“i’m sorry,” chaeyoung snorts. “this is too interesting and i can’t tell if you’re doing a journal entry or putting me through a whirlwind of fucking relateable.” 

some of it– you stop your train of thought before the words can even leave your lips, “i don’t know what i was doing that day, but i tried to emulate something more of a confession of sorts, but this isn’t me or anyone else. i’m just going off the top of my head.” 

chaeyoung flips through the single page, shocked at how muchw as there on the front and back. “jesus y/n, you really put yourself in the blender for this.” she says, nodding at how much content was put into that one specific entry. 

“are you gonna keep reading or are you done?” 

“shut up, i’ll keep going.” chaeyoung bats an eye at you, pulling the journal closer to her like she’s the one protecting her secrets. 

“i recently realized that i’m terrible at keeping my feelings covert. i’ve been trying to keep my interactions with you comfortable and friendly. then i realized i’ve been catching myself notice and point out the shirt that you look like you’d wear, and i’m up to my tenth movie out of the many favorites.” 

you’re hoping chaeyoung realize that everything that’s she’s reading the feelings that you’ve been keeping from her after all this time, knowing that if she did find out, it would put everything between you two into a sinkhole of ‘i shouldn’t feel this way, and it would ruin our friendship’ kind of deal. 

“when we became friends, i thought of you as a dreamer and a reserved romantic. i liked the way you took an unapologetic approach at the things you cared about in your life.” 

chaeyoung stops to finish the last bits of her cigarette before tapping the ashes in the sink, clearing her throat before speaking. “are you sure this was to help you get your writing creativity up?” 

“yes,” you say, typing away on the doc to most likely finish up the story. “there’s not much after that part so finish it.” 

she pouts, inhaling before looking at the last couple of sentences.

“it’s been a while, probably more than a year. i forget. while a lot happened since then which altered my perception of you, i still think fondly of the romantic dreamer.” 

“y/n, who is this about?” chaeyoung asks, and you’re trying to fight the wave of tears building up in your eyes. 

“it’s not about me.” you say, jaw clenching because your heart will burst if the truth was let out. “that entry is never about me.” 

chaeyoung looks down again and continues: 

“i try not to sit around you and shit like that. it feels like there’s a spark when you crack a joke and they bounce off of it. i don’t say anything. because i know that you’ll chalk it up to just friendship, and i’ll say ‘i know, don’t remind me.’” 

“i notice all the things about you in the time you’re in my life. the way you angle your shoulders when pressed. there’s a note on my phone where you rambleed all of the things you wanted to do when we have our trip to tokyo.”

you look down in disappointment. 

“i walked you back to your place when you found out that mina didn’t feel the same way about you, how the keys to your house have this little star key ring attached to it. even though it was late, you said, ‘i have an extra ramen pack left, do you want to eat it with me?’” 

chaeyoung looks up, noticing that there’s a scribble at the last sentence before flipping back to the front side of the journals’ page. “why’s the last line scribbled?” 

you finish typing the last letter of the sentence, the whole story really, “that sentence when i wrote it in there didn’t have much of a significance of impact that i wanted it to be.” 

“but what did it say?” 

you sigh, rubbing your face to hide the sniffle that broke out from your nose before drinking the glass of water next to you, placing it down after and returning your gaze on chaeyoung. “the sentence said: ‘and with all of these things in my mind about you, i thought to myself. i hope i get to love you in this lifetime.’”

chaeyoung parts her lips, appalled and moved with the thourgful entry that may or may not have destroyed her emotionally. you always had a way with words that make people on your little blog come back for more works to read. “do you think these have got anything in them?” you ask, closing the journal before setting in your handbag next to you. 

“they do, but not for a scene like that.” chaeyoung answers, voice stern, but helpful enough for you to accept her opinion. “maybe the love your anecdotes are about aren’t big for the big sweeping moment you’re trying to get.” 

she’s right, maybe all of these hidden feelings should have a place to stay, like the numerous amounts of secrets inside that small book, they too should not be let out for anyone to hear or read. 

“you’re writing about quiet love.” 

you look at chaeyoung who has a heartfelt smile across her lips, caring for what you were trying to do, and you just have to accept the fact that your feelings will never reach out to her. chaeyoung’s phone rings on the table, looking at it before her face lights up. “yay! z just got off of work and he’s on his way here.” 

“oh, so you were just dropping by?” you ask stupidly, forgetting that chaeyoung texted you about coming by to chill before having her date with zion prior to writing. even if you were gonna say anything, a honk is heard outside the house, “that’s him probably.” chaeyoung says, walking back to the front door with you behind her. 

you see zion in his decked out sports car, something that fits his vibe (and yours too) while chaeyoung turns around to give you a needed hug which was always comforting. “guess i’ll see you later?” 

“one more thing,” you ask, “do you think i should change the ending of the story?” 

“maybe.” chaeyoung simply says, and your heart just sinks. 

soon after she left, you open up your laptop to the same google doc that’s completed, but you’re thinking about the time where she read all of those things in that journal. it wouldn’t hurt to put one more sentence just for good measure before posting up on the blog without giving a care if people liked reading it or not. 

so you type: 

“if i can love the wrong person this much, imagine how much i can love the right person.” 

#hyunie #kpop x reader #twice x reader #chaeyoung x reader #twice chaeyoung #son chaeyoung #twice imagines #chaeyoung imagines #chaeyoung angst #twice angst #son chaeyoung x reader

[wishyourgirlfriend]

Make A Wish

Chaeyoung x Reader

Fluff

Word Count: 1049

Written by Admin LJ

(Authors Note: It’s late and I didn’t proofread but here, have some cute Chaeyoung fluff. After all this Chaeng talk I just had to write the next one about her- enjoy!)

You had never expected to hear someone knocking on your front door at almost three in the morning. You also never expecting it to be Chaeyoung, of all people, but yet here you were, standing in your doorway, makeupless, hair tossed about messily, in your pajamas, squinting questioningly at your best friend, who looked bright eyed and bushy tailed at this ungodly hour.

“Chaeng?” You groaned, already missing your bed dearly, even if you had only been out of it for not even a minute, “why the f-”

“Come with me, I want to show you something.” She said, tugging at your arm, as if you were totally, completely willing to leave right now, in your hot pink pajama pants that could probably be seen for miles, “like, right now.”

It really didn’t actually take much convincing for you to agree (although, you did at least change out of those pajamas for the sake of your own image), and for six blocks, you and Chaeyoung walked in the middle of the street, kicking a rock between the two of you, where not one car passed in the dead of night. It was peaceful- the only sounds there were came from the rustling of leaves in the wind, and the rock you and Chaeng so desperately tried to keep in front of you. It was relaxing- no words needed to be exchanged between the two of you (aside from the occasional “Son Chaeyoung, where are we going”, which Chaeng shut down each time).

“We’re here!” Chaeyoung cheered, a little too loudly given the time of night, and ran forward, right to the entrance of-

“The park?” You questioned, crossing your arms across your chest and burying yourself deeper within your hoodie as a gust of wind blew threw, “Chaeng, why are we here now? Couldn’t we have come during the day?”

Chaeyoung shook her head as she lead you to the center of the park. “Nope,” She said simply, giving you no further explanation, leaving you to follow behind with a frown, deciding to not bother with any more questions, since Chaeyoung wouldn’t answer a single one of them.

The center of the park, where you two wound up, was nothing spectacular- it was just a grassy opening with a fountain set in the middle, that appeared far too old to still be standing, yet remained decently sturdy throughout the years you came to the park to play. Flowers grew in scarce amounts, and most wound up trampled by the rambunctious kids that ran around, but the ones that still stood looked pretty in the moonlight.

Chaeyoung, who finally stopped walking, inspected the ground below her, before taking a seat, resting her arms on her knees, and not three seconds later, instead reclined completely, sprawled out on the grass, her eyes gazing up at the sky above. “Come here and lay down.” She called to you, and you did as she said- not because you were intimidated by how she would react if you didn’t listen, but rather because you were absolutely whipped for her.

“The sky is real pretty and all, Chaeng, but why are we here?” You asked yet again, and this time, Chaeyoung graced you with an answer.

“Well,” She began, turning to lay on her side to face you, “first of all, the sky is super clear so the stars look great,” She turned to lay back down, her focus back on the sky, “and second, there’s a meteor shower tonight and I wanted to watch it with you.”

“Aw, Chaeng, you little romantic, you.”

“Don’t be an ass.”

The two of you laid side by side, shoulders just barely touching, staring at the brilliant view above you, appreciating what beauty the night brought, not even caring what time it was at that point, when a shooting star zoomed across your view, as if some higher being took a paint brush and swiped it across the sky. Both you and Chaeyoung gasped, followed by an excited squeal on Chaeyoung’s end.

“Quick, you have to make a wish!” She exclaimed as she shut her eyes and clasped her hands together, so you did the same thing, just for a second or two, before you opened your eyes again to see Chaeyoung glancing over at you, her eyes darting away as soon as you noticed.

You knew it was time to go home when the first sight of morning light peeked over the tall trees that surrounded the park. “Is it that time already?” You groaned, forcing yourself to sit up. The lack of sleep had just started to hit you once again, and apparently Chaeyoung as well, who appeared to have dozed off at some point. “Chaeng, wake up. Time to go back. You can sleep at my house if you want.”

A few aggravated groans and a few aggressive curses later, Chaeyoung stood to her feet and shuffled next to you as you two left the park, both of you rubbing your eyes sleepily as the sun rose higher in the sky. People had just started leaving for work, so cars began to pile the streets the two of you wandered in just a few hours earlier. “Stay on the sidewalk,” you mumbled to Chaeyoung, who nodded as the oncoming traffic moved at a quicker pace.

The two of you, in your dazed, exhausted state, trudged on, up the six blocks back to your house, side by side, your hands brushing up against each other every now and then due to the close proximity.

“Are you trying to hold my hand?” Chaeyoung laughed weakly, after your hands collided for the fourth time.

You blushed. “Ew, please. That’s ridiculous.”

“I don’t think so.”

The next time your hand came close to Chaeyoung’s, she snatched it up in her own, her fingers intertwining with yours quickly, and you were shocked at her sudden boldness despite her exhausted state. She seemed to be shocked at her own daring move as well, her eyes glued to her feet, a blush rising up her cheeks, but she didn’t let go of you.

As you walked, you thought about the wish you had made for the shooting star, and you realized that maybe, just maybe, this was the start of it coming true.

#chaeyoung #fluff #requested #twice scenarios #twice imagines #twice reactions #son chaeyoung #twice #teice chaeyoung #jyp #jyp twice

[chankai-ao3]

by xPoros

Hey! I'm opening writing commission slots. All the information and examples are on my Twitter Profile @Prominsik as well as under this post: https://twitter.com/Prominsik/status/1233137208485384192?s=20

Any inquiries preferably through Twitter DM! I will also answer your comments here if you are interested. Prices and rules listed below!

Words: 427, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: EXO (Band), ATEEZ (Band), VICTON (Band), A.C.E (Beat Interactive Band), 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS, TWICE (Band), TOMORROW X TOGETHER | TXT (Korea Band), SuperM (Korea Band), Stray Kids (Band), SHINee, SEVENTEEN (Band), ONEUS (Band), Monsta X (Band), MCND (Band), BLACKPINK (Band), GOT7, (여자)아이들 | (G)I-DLE, EVERGLOW (Band), NCT (Band)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Byun Baekhyun, Kim Jongin | Kai, Oh Sehun, Kim Junmyeon | Suho, Kim Minseok | Xiumin, Park Chanyeol, Kim Jongdae | Chen, Zhang Yi Xing | Lay, Do Kyungsoo | D.O, Kim Hongjoong, Park Seonghwa, Jeong Yunho, Kang Yeosang, Choi San, Song Mingi, Jung Wooyoung, Choi Jongho, Han Seungwoo, Kang Seungsik, Choi Byungchan, Heo Chan, Im Sejun, Jung Subin, Do Hanse, Kim Sehyoon | Wow, Kim Byeongkwan, Park Junhee | Jun, Kang Yuchan | Chan, Lee Donghun, Kim Namjoon | RM, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Min Yoongi | Suga, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Kim Taehyung | V, Park Jimin (BTS), Jeon Jungkook, Im Nayeon, Park Jisoo | Jihyo, Myoui Mina, Hirai Momo, Minatozaki Sana, Kim Dahyun, Son Chaeyoung, Chou Tzuyu, Yoo Jeongyeon, Huening Kai, Kang Taehyun, Choi Yeonjun, Choi Soobin, Choi Beomgyu, Lee Taeyong, Lee Taemin, Mark Lee (NCT), Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul | Ten, Wong Yuk Hei | Lucas, Hwang Hyunjin, Yang Jeongin | I.N, Kim Seungmin, Lee Minho | Lee Know, Han Jisung | Han, Bang Chan, Seo Changbin, Choi Minho, Kim Kibum | Key, Lee Jinki | Onew, Kim Jonghyun (SHINee), Yoon Jeonghan, Lee Jihoon | Woozi, Kwon Soonyoung | Hoshi, Lee Chan | Dino, Lee Seokmin | DK, Xu Ming Hao | The8, Jeon Wonwoo, Chwe Hansol | Vernon, Wen Jun Hui | Jun, Hong Jisoo | Joshua, Kim Mingyu, Choi Seungcheol | S.Coups, Boo Seungkwan, Yeo Hwanwoong, Kim Geonhak | Leedo, Kim Youngjo | Ravn, Lee Seoho, Son Dongju | Xion, Lee Keonhee, Lee Hoseok | Wonho, Yoo Kihyun, Lee Minhyuk (Monsta X), Im Changkyun | I.M, Son Hyunwoo | Shownu, Chae Hyungwon, Lee Jooheon, Song Minjae (MCND), Son Seongjun | Castle J, Nam Seungmin | BIC, No Huijun, Bang Junhyuk | Win, Jennie Kim, Lalisa Manoban | Lisa, Park Chaeyoung | Rosé, Kim Jisoo (BLACKPINK), Park Jinyoung (GOT7), Jackson Wang, Im Jaebum | JB, Kunpimook Bhuwakul | BamBam, Kim Yugyeom, Mark Tuan, Choi Youngjae, Jeon Soyeon, Song Yuqi, Seo Soojin, Yeh Shuhua, Cho Miyeon, Minnie Nicha Yontararak, Park Jiwon | E:U, Wang Yiren (EVERGLOW), Heo Yoorim | Aisha, Kim Sihyeon, Han Eunji | Mia, Jo Serim | Onda, Jung Yoonoh | Jaehyun, Park Jisung (NCT), Na Jaemin, Nakamoto Yuta, Lee Jeno, Kim Jungwoo (NCT), Lee Donghyuck | Haechan, Zhong Chen Le, Dong Si Cheng | WinWin, Kim Dongyoung | Doyoung, Huang Ren Jun, Moon Taeil, Qian Kun, Wong Kun Hang | Hendery, Jin Yangyang, Xiao De Jun | Xiao Jun

Relationships: Byun Baekhyun/Park Chanyeol, Kim Jongin | Kai/Park Chanyeol, Jeong Yunho/Song Mingi, Kang Yeosang/Song Mingi, Choi San/Jung Wooyoung, Choi Jongho/Jeong Yunho, Kim Hongjoong/Park Seonghwa, Han Seungwoo/Kang Seungsik, Kim Byeongkwan/Kim Sehyoon | Wow, Kim Byeongkwan/Park Junhee | Jun, Min Yoongi | Suga/Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V, Choi Soobin/Huening Kai, Choi Soobin/Choi Yeonjun, Kim Jongin | Kai/Lee Taemin, Hwang Hyunjin/Yang Jeongin | I.N, Choi Minho/Lee Taemin, Lee Jihoon | Woozi/Yoon Jeonghan, Song Mingi/Yeo Hwanwoong, Kim Geonhak | Leedo/Yeo Hwanwoong, Im Changkyun | I.M/Yoo Kihyun

Additional Tags: Fluff, Angst, PWP without Porn, Smut, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Strangers to Lovers, Enemy Lovers, Crossover, OT3, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Social Media, Furry, Incest, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst with a Bad Ending, Violence, Psychological Trauma, Psychological Warfare, Drama, Family Drama, Romance, Canon Compliant, alternative universe, reader - Freeform

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