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byuljoonie · 5 months

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Cherry Airhead // pjm

You want a piece?

pairing: Jimin × fem!reader

genre: smut, roommates to lovers, friends to lovers, unedited so beware

word count: 2.3k

warnings: smut, unsafe sẽx, dirty talk, pet names, c0čk worship, spit play, fuckboy!Jimin, pj bottoms…, oral, (he’s big), dom!jimin x sub!reader, rough jimin, eavesdropping Jimin

note: I put a little too much effort into the plot so the smut isn’t exactly how I want it…hope you still enjoy it 🕴🏾reader request coming next

“Jimin! Someone’s at the door for you!” you yelled unenthusiastically. Waiting for the long haired man to emerge from his room.

“Are you his…girlfriend?” The unknown woman questioned sourly, looking you up and down in disgust.

“No, I’m his roommate. But we fuck sometimes,” you say seriously, letting your ego take over and guide the conversation. If she was going to be rude so were you.

You watched the color drain from her skin, looking like a deer in oncoming headlights.

“Coming!” Jimin bursts from his room with a towel wrapped around his waist. Water still dripping from his freshly showered hair onto his exposed chest.

“Who’s her-“ he said out of breath, stopping when you moved over to reveal the guest.

“What are you doing here, Hyejin?” He said coldly, standing unimpressed in the living room.

“When did you get a girlfriend, Jimin?” She asked looking between you and Jimin.

“Girlfriend?” He questioned confused. You couldn’t hold it in anymore, you burst into a small fit of laughter. Jimin leaning against the couch, trying to stifle a laugh.

“Okay I lied, but I just think you shouldn’t be a bitch to other people in their own home.” You confessed with a shrug, walking past Jimin with a pat on his shoulder.

You entered your room not interested in the argument Jimin was about to have with another one of his obsessed conquests.

After 10 minutes of muffled yelling and the slam of a door, a knock rang through your apartment. Jimin was at your bedroom door.

“Open the door, Sunny.” He said voice rumbling from the other side of the door.

“Oh, now I’m your sunshine. What about her?” You asked playfully, opening the door for him.

“Don’t start. Did she say anything to you?” He asked concernedly, searching your face for answers.

“I’m fine, Park. You should pick nicer fuck buddies though.” You say nonchalantly walking back over to your bed.

Jimin trailed closely behind you, grabbing your arm and spinning you around to face him. You squeaked in surprise, holding onto Jimin’s arm.

“What was that, sunshine?” He questioned deeply. “I don’t think I heard you clearly.” Your heart began to race and you quickly removed your hand from his bicep.

“Nothing.” You murmur looking down at the space between the two of you.

He placed his hand under your chin, gently making you look at him. He cocked an eyebrow in suspicion.

“Hmm, well go get the popcorn ready. I’ll get dressed so we can start our movie night.” He said sweetly, flashing you a gummy smile before poking his tongue out at you.

“Did you eat another cherry airhead in the shower? Your tongue is bright red!” You exclaimed slapping his bare chest. He recoiled in pain, a faux pout now on his lips.

“Hey, I blame you for putting a candy bowl in my room,” he said shrugging his shoulders. “You want a piece?” He questioned teasingly, walking to leave your room.

“Oh! Let’s wear the Pajamas you bought us yesterday. I think it’d be cute.” Jimin said down the hall, not listening for your rebuttal.

After changing into your plaid Pajama shorts and one of Jimin’s shirts, you walked out to the living room to prepare the movie.

“We’re watching horror movies right, Minie?” You yelled while bending over to check the dvd player.

“What did you say, hon- woah.” Jimin said, stopping in his tracks.

His eyes fell directly on your ass, the bulge in his pants growing slightly.

“What? I said we’re watching horror movies right?” You asked obliviously. Squatting down to grab a handful of dvds from under the TV console.

Jimin clears his throat eyes still unmoving. He walked further into the living room, plopping on the couch behind you.

“I’ll take your silence and heavy breathing as a yes. Anyways the pizza should be here soon.” You said standing up to turn around.

You were met with the sight of your best friend shirtless and slightly sweaty on your shared couch. Your eyes widened at the sight, heat invading your cheeks.

Maybe you did have a small crush on Jimin, but how could you not when he looks like a walking art piece?

“I-I’m hungry,” you stuttered out shyly. Trying not to stare at Jimin’s lap.

“Me too,” Jimin smirked running his eyes over your body unapologetically. Meeting your gaze with hungry eyes.

“I’m gonna get some water. I’ll be right back,” you said trying to scurry away to the kitchen.

Miscalculating your step, you tripped and landed in Jimin’s lap with a huff. Bracing your hands on his shoulders unconsciously.

“Oh my god I’m sorry—“ you cried out trying to stand up quickly. Jimin grabbed your waist, pulling you back down onto his lap.

“Jimin, what are you doing?” You asked breathlessly. Going to stand up a second time, only to fail against his strong grip.

“Sit down.” He demanded intensely.

You didn’t move another inch, looking anywhere but his eyes.

“You know, you look very cute in these shorts.” He said moving a hand to play with the hem of your pants.

“I’ll go get you some water, Sunny.” He placed his hands on your waist and gently moved you to the next cushion.

“Thank you,” you muttered quietly, eyes darting from the floor to the print in Jimin’s pants. He noticed immediately, smiling as he brought you a glass of water.

“So what movie are we watching?” He asked casually, sitting on the cushion closest to you. You told him about the movie, stumbling over some parts as your mind was elsewhere.

Shortly after the movie started, you guys ate dinner and trash talked your way through the cliché horror tropes.

The next movie was frightening, sending you flying into Jimin’s lap after the 4th jump scare in a row. He happily held onto your hips, glancing down at you every so often.

You felt something hard against your ass, and shifted uncomfortably in response.

“Hey, stop moving Y/N.” Jimin grunted trying to hold you still.

“I feel something hard, it’s uncomfortable Jimin.” You complained, frustrated and grinding down harder.

The next noise you heard made you freeze. A growl? Did he just growl?

“If you would stop moving so much I wouldn’t be hard, Sunshine.” He stated dryly, “well seeing you in those shorts is also the reason.”

“JIMIN-“ you yelped embarrassed. Hiding your face in his chest immediately. He placed a finger under your chin, forcing you to make eye contact with him.

“You think I don’t know, Y/N. Hmm?” He crooned, looking down into your eyes, his infamous smirk still glued on his lips. The movie suddenly forgotten.

“I’ve seen where your attention has been tonight,” he said cockily. “You don’t think I’ve noticed your eyes on my lap practically the entire movie?”

“I’m not as stupid as you think I am, baby.” He smiled sinisterly, making your mouth water in fright. The nickname igniting something fiery inside you.

“I hear all those pretty noises you make almost every night. Just begging for me to come ruin you.”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, Park.” You lied defensively, swatting Jimin’s hand away from your face. The memories of your perverted activities flashing through your mind.

“I’m not one of your toys, Jimin. I won’t fall at your feet.” You stated stubbornly, still sitting in his lap.

“Don’t lie to me, Y/N. I’ll make you scream louder than any toy could.” He said grabbing your face roughly. Smiling at the whimper that barely escaped your throat.

“You’re special, darling. Someone made just for me,” he said trailing soft kisses down your jaw to your neck.

“I’ve been longing to taste you, sweetheart. Be a good girl and tell the truth.”

Your breathing had become erratic, Jimin’s feather light lips sending your mind into a frenzy. How could you give in so easily?

You melted into his touch, moaning when he left a particularly prominent love bite on your collarbone.

“Mine” he said, kissing his way up your neck, to your cheek, until he finally met your lips.

Your lips molded perfectly together, Jimin grabbed your waist pulling you closer in his lap. You both pulled apart to catch your breath, a light sheen of sweat coating your foreheads.

“See? I’ve barely done anything Sunny, but I can feel your crying pussy through your shorts.” He groaned, reaching down to grab the hem of your pants.

“I want you to use your words now, pretty girl,” he said running his hands beneath your shorts. He stopped just before he reached your pussy.

“If you want me here,” he tapped two fingers over your clothed clit. “You’ll have to get on your knees and beg,” he deadpanned, kissing the tip of your nose.

You nodded in response, pealing yourself away from him. You climbed to the floor, getting on your knees in front of him.

“Please Jimin,” you began softly, doe eyes trained on his.

“You can do better than that, Sunshine.” He interjected, palming himself through his pants. Your eyes widened at the sight, mouth watering for him.

“Been needing your dick for so long,” you continued nervously. “Want the real thing,” you beg pathetically, crawling forward and placing your hands on his thighs.

He pulled his pants down his legs, trailing his underwear right behind them. You watched his cock spring free, the mushroom tip leaving a sticky trial of pre-cum on his happy trail.

“You want my dick, Sunny? Hmm?” He cooed mockingly, watching you shift cutely in front of him.

He grabbed your face roughly with one hand, craning your neck to look at him. “Open,” he demanded calmly.

He squeezed your cheeks forcing your mouth open. Spitting into it as if he owned you. “Now swallow.”

He smiled happily at you, enjoying the control he had over your actions. “You can taste it, baby.” He said releasing your face with a quick kiss to your nose.

You pushed up on your knees, reaching forward to finally come in contact with his member. Your hand was too small to fit the whole thing.

You wrapped both hands around it, letting out a shaky breath before taking him into your mouth.

“It’s s-so big,” you mewled, hands sticky and furiously moving up and down his shaft. He groaned at your words, loving the attention.

“Tastes so good,” you said before engulfing him again. The sound of him fucking your throat filling the living room.

“Shit—you’re so good at sucking my dick Y/N.” Jimin said moaning at the sight of your bobbing head. “Don’t wanna cum yet, hold on Sunny,” he grunted. You removed your head in frustration, missing the taste of him on your tongue.

He reached down to pull you back into his lap, planting a kiss on your lips. “Good job, princess.”

“Strip for me, Y/N.” Jimin demanded tugging on the waistband of your shorts.

You shakily stood up from his lap, quickly removing the plaid shorts for him. Gripping your forearm nervously as Jimin inspected every inch of your exposed skin.

“You look delicious, Sunny.” He said lazily stroking his cock, eyes still focused on your body.

He motioned for you to lay on the couch, sitting back to give you more room. You did as you were told, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as he towered over you.

“I’m gonna fuck you in these, so precious.” He whispered hotly in your ear, toying with your panties. Sliding then to the side, he began rubbing small circles across your clit.

Hushing you after a string of moans escaped your lips. “This my shirt?” He questioned, running his other hand under the soft fabric. His hand gliding across your skin effortlessly, like he already knew the map of your soul.

You nodded, feeling his hair brush against your cheek at the motion. He hummed in delight, grabbing your breast and squeezing.

You felt the tip of his cock graze against your clit, making you to shudder under him. He started to grind against you, sending waves of shock running through your body.

“Mmfp—can’t take it anymore, need you” Jimin flexed his hips forward, groaning as your pussy engulfed him.

You whimpered at the stretch, tears clouding your vision at the feeling. You wrapped your arms around his neck loving the way he grunts in your ear.

“So soft and hot, Sunny. Could fuck you all day.” He said pulling out slightly. Rocking forward before he could miss the contact of your skin.

“Please fill me up, Jimin.” You begged into his neck, “don’t wanna be empty.”

He chuckled at your words, his smile quickly being replaced with an “O,” expression. You clenched around him again, relishing in the whimper he released.

He swallowed another whimper, rhythmically slapping his hips against yours. He placed a hand on your lower stomach, pressing down for your reaction.

A symphony of moans rang through your living room. The obscene squelching and slapping sounds drawing you closer to your orgasm. You felt your stomach bulge with every thrust, your legs wrapping around his waist.

“Gonna paint your pretty tummy with my cum, baby.” He placed a hand over your head to brace himself. Slamming back into you aggressively.

You screamed in pleasure, clawing at his back in desperation. You felt your orgasm wash over you. Jimin not easing his movements.

“Fuck—so good for me,” he grunted. “Love watching your pretty face, Y/N.”

You blushed in response, mind and body still reeling from Jimin’s touch. You felt his thrusts become sloppy, a guttural growl coming from his lips as he slipped from inside of you.

He eagerly squeezed his cock, stroking it rapidly as he watched your ruined body underneath him. His eyes closed momentarily, his hips stuttering as he came on your stomach.

Your chests heaved with heavy breathing, Jimin grabbing a towel from the kitchen to clean you up.

“Round 2 in the shower?”

The end.

(Sorry it was short, just supposed to be a quick smut.) (There will be a pt.2)

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ultriize · 1 month

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you want to be free,

and you want to be mine,

but you can't be both, cherry.

–song eunseok ; main male lead 01

other characters ;

–y/n l/n ; main female lead 02 (is depicted as a spring baby)

–lee heeseung ; second male lead 01

–jay park ; heeseung & y/n's friend 02

–jake sim ; heeseung & y/n's friend 02

–park sunghoon ; heeseung & y/n's friend 02

–osaki shotaro ; eunseok's friend 00

–jung sungchan ; eunseok's friend 01

[ive been waiting for so long, but you know i got my issues, but please don't blame me they're just issues...]

[sabotage by hyejin] eunseok's playlist

#[ cfc]#[ cherry flavored cigarettes ]

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ace-angel-judas · 2 months

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Yuta and Hyejin smut in the yandere au? 🫢 we know they did it

(I would like everyone to remember: Hyejin is around 20 in this au and her and Yuta are NOT biologically related. If that makes you uncomfortable, do not read this.)

(Additional warning: This.. this is wild and I don’t mean in a weird way with knots or marking but like.. a fucked up kind of wild.)

Hyejin had moved before.

When her and Yuta’s parents had died, Yuta had moved them out of their little town and to the city. He worked to support the both of them, Hyejin attending a small college in the neighbour hood.

But now they had moved again, this strange man had moved them far away from the city. These white houses were so modern, almost American.

Everyone had been welcoming to her, Jeno was the sweetheart who had helped her escape that place she was trapped. Chenle was waiting here for her but that didn’t help one fact.

Mark and Yuta had disappeared.

She’d spent most of the days and nights crying, curled up in this lush bed bawling her eyes out. Even while Chenle and Jeno tried to coax her out, it had been no use.

Mark and Yuta weren’t here.

Curled up under the blankets, Hyejin couldn’t sleep. It was cold, alone in this bed. She was used to sharing the bed with all of them, curled up between their body heats.

Now, there was nothing.

The door slid open but Hyejin didn’t move, it was probably Chenle checking up on her again, making sure she hadn’t died from heart break. She didn’t move even when the blanket was pulled away.

“Lele,” She whispered, “I’d like to be alone,”

“You never liked being alone, Jinnie,”

She sat up suddenly, eyes wide and stared at the man. Yuta had a grin on his lips, his hair now a deep red color instead of its dark brown. He was wearing a simple shirt and pants, the pink bracelet still on his wrist.

Her bracelet that she’d made him for his 18th birthday.

“Oni-chan!” Hyejin cried suddenly, throwing her arms around him, “You left me!”

“I’d never leave you, Jinnie,” Yuta cooed softly, “I’m your big brother, no one loves you more than me,”

Pulling away from the hug, Hyejin placed her lips against Yuta’s. He hummed softly, pulling away with a smile.

“Jinnie,” Yuta whispered, “You need rest,”

“Please,” Hyejin was crying, tears rolling down her cheeks, “I need you,”

“How can I say no when you’re crying so cutely?”

Their lips locked again, Yuta’s eyes rolling shut as he tasted her. Hyejin always tasted like cherries and cream, a sweetness he was utterly addicted to at this point.

These two months away from Hyejin had been utter hell for Yuta but he needed to keep himself clean, in the eyes of the outside world.

Hyejin’s silk pyjamas were discarded with ease, Yuta tossing them to some unknown corner of the room. He liked when she remained bare for him, it had been a rule before Mark and Chenle had entered the picture.

When they slept together, showered together or even simply watched something together, skin on skin was a must.

“Yuta!” Hyejin demanded as he laid back on the bed, pulling his own clothes from his body.

She squirmed when his hand went around her neck, a sense of relief filling her body. That horrible place had taken her collar, the feeling of Yuta’s hand on her throat filling her with security again.

“My Jinnie..,” Yuta whispered as he watched her seem to calm down but the tears still rolled down her cheeks, “I’m here,”

“Don’t leave again,” Hyejin pleaded, grasping his pair shoulders.

Yuta just grinned, that snake like smile and predatory gaze roaming over Hyejin’s body.

Her tits looked full, pink nipples hard and waiting. The softness of her stomach, hips and thighs had disappeared slightly, no doubt he’d have to rectify that in the weeks to come.

And her pussy, the soft skin pale and pink, glistening with wetness just for him.

Unzipping his jeans, Yuta wasted no time in pushing the head of his cock over her wet pussy, gliding up and down her folds. Hyejin whimpered beneath him, her mouth open and tongue pulled out, waiting. Yuta licked his lips, letting a string of spit leave his mouth and land on her tongue.

Hyejin moaned, her body shivering as she swallowed his spit.

“完璧な女の子,” Yuta cooed out as he stroked her cheek.

Thrusting forward, Yuta threw his head back as his cock pressed into Hyejin’s tight hole. She welcomed him easily, Yuta biting his lip so hard he could taste blood in his mouth.

It had been too long without her, his sweet heart, his reason to live.

Each thrust of Yuta’s hips had Hyejin’s body bouncing, keeping her hands locked on his upper arms. Yuta gripped one of her thighs, lifting her leg around his hips and fucking his cock deeper into her open cunt.

The kiss they shared as hot and needy, the sweet taste of Hyejin’s lips mixing with the metallic taste of the blood on Yuta’s.

His name left Hyejin’s lips like a prayer, over and over again as she came. Her orgasm burning hot and spurring him faster, cock pushing into her tightness repeatedly as Hyejin grasped Yuta’s shoulders.

Yuta finally came, ramming himself deep into her wet cunt and letting his seed explode inside her.

“愛してます,” Yuta whispered as he peppered kisses over Hyejin’s face, “あなたをこのように味わうだけなら、私はこの世界を焼き尽くし、すべての生き物を殺します,”

Her fingers danced over the burn on his shoulder, where he’d scalded her name onto his skin.

Because Hyejin would be burned into his body and soul forever.

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imagine-korea · 2 years

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Green Flag - Hyungwon

MonstaX Mafia!AU: Their wife running away again

Genre: Lots of fluff; Mafia!AU

Wordcount: 2898

THAT'S IT! So I wanted to start writing again and started writing reactions based on one of my favourite requests in the past. Reactions are usually 500-1000 words long but I keep writing too much! So now I'm just writing one for every member and I might just post the reaction post as short descriptions of the stories. Hope you enjoy! ~HyeJin

You had been noticing your parents acting weirdly for the past month or so, again. It didn't surprise you anymore that they acted this way as they got into trouble from time to time and scurried to solve it, only to end up in some other trouble a few months later. They always told you not to worry and to listen to what they asked of you, to keep you safe. They didn't ever ask much of you, mostly to not ask questions and not to speak to anyone about the things you found out about their failed business deals. When you were really young they did ask you to give a large package to a man at the park, later you found out it was a large wad of money. In hindsight maybe they did ask much of you but everything was always fine in the end. This time was slightly different, however.

"Honey, your father got into some serious trouble. Seeing you're of age now, we have chosen someone for you to marry. This way your father and I can figure stuff out. You understand, don't you?" To be very honest you didn't understand, but you nodded either way. You had always listened to your parents, without question. Yet they had often made questionable decisions. This was just the cherry on top. You wished to believe your parents were doing what was best for you but often wondered if it wasn't just what was best for them. The night before you were supposed to marry this complete stranger, you lay awake thinking everything over. They had only had you meet once, before deciding the marriage was going to happen for sure. This just wasn't fair, you hadn't done anything wrong, yet you always had to do things you didn't want to do.

"I know you're nervous honey, it's completely normal." You mom said. You had been staring at yourself in the mirror. Your hair was done up, littered with tiny pearls that looked like stars in the galaxy created with strands of your hair. Your makeup that had been done by a true artist looked natural and glowy, your lips looking more plump than ever and your eyes accentuated just enough to be the focal point of your features. The broken-white dress you were wearing flowed down your body like a perfect wave, being the spitting image of what you had dreamed it would look like. Framed by the edges of the mirror, the image of you looked just like a painting. You should have been happier than ever, drifting on pink clouds. Yet you felt like you were at rock bottom ever since you met the man they intended you to marry. "I wouldn't call this normal, mother." You had resorted to calling her that lately as you couldn't get yourself to sound endearing towards her anymore. No matter how much you stared back at the perfect reflection of you, your eyes stayed dull and empty, your face unwavering of its neutral position. Your mother sighed and left the room in frustration. You stared at your reflection for a second longer before letting your eyes drift to your right. You now stared at the window, outside, where barely anyone walked past. If you ran out now, no one would notice. You were wrong.

You barely got 100 meters away, with your skirt hitched up, the fabric balled up in your hands, and your heels clicking against the concrete of the street. You hadn't noticed the people calling your name, you hadn't noticed the tears cascading down your cheeks. You didn't register anything but the speed at which you ran until a hand tugged at yours, turning you around. You expected it to be your mother to drag you back, maybe your father with his usual apologetic look in his eyes, just not the handsome features of the man you had met only a week prior.

He didn't look angry like you expected, but his face softened even more when he noticed your tear-stained face. "Hey, hey, it's okay. Everything will be okay." He said, he didn't know why you were crying, but he had a few guesses. He gently took the sides of your face in his hands. His touch was light, not forcing you to look up, but the presence alone was enough for you to look at him. "You don't have to if you don't want to, but I can't protect you if you run away from me." He couldn't get the actual words over his lips that you didn't need to marry him, but he didn't want to force you. You didn't reply, frozen to look up at him as you waited for his next move. 'You're just as dangerous as the ones after my parents.' you had thought to reply, but decided against it.

His eyes scanned your face in a worried manner. The first time you saw him his face was blanc, his eyes barely meeting yours during the exchange as he mostly talked to your parents in a respectful tone. But now, he took the handkerchief from his pocket to carefully dab the tears from your face, a gesture you never imagined a man like him doing. He was with the mafia, a horrible human being, a monster. Right? Your eyes darted across his features as much as his had done to you just a moment before, yet your worry was for something entirely different. He had given you some time to calm down, waiting until your breathing was back to normal. He scanned your eyes for a second, his hands still lightly holding you. "You look so beautiful." He silently whispered, "Come back with me." It sounded like a request but you were sure it was a demand, so you nodded in fear of what would happen if you didn't.

You had barely spoken apart from the necessary words 'I do'. He had asked you if you wanted to go on a honeymoon, it being a chance to actually get to know each other. Though who would go an a honeymoon with someone you didn't want to marry in the first place.

A week later, when all of your stuff had been moved into his house without your knowledge and you were living together, he asked if you would like to go out together. Again you declined thinking you shouldn't go on a date with someone like him. He respected your decision and let you be. 'Why is he so respectful?'

After a few weeks of living there you got your period and realized you didn't bring anything in advance. You cursed yourself for not thinking of such a basic thing. You couldn't go out risking walking around with stained trousers, but you couldn't ask him to go get it either. You hadn't even told your friends about your situation so you couldn't ask them for help. You looked through your bathroom in hopes there would be something that would last long enough for a short trip to the store. In the bottom cupboard stood just what you needed, a small basket filled with different types of pads, tampons, a koala shaped heating pad, some painkillers and even some chocolates. It held a note saying 'Hope this helps you feel better Y/N' you wanted to scoff but you couldn't get yourself to do so. 'Why is he so thoughtful?'

Another week and you had barely seen each other in more than a month of living together. Mostly because you kept to yourself in your room when you didn't go to work. One day you had just arrived home when Hyungwon entered the hallway. You both stood there for a moment unsure what to do. "Y/N" He spoke up, your name flowing like velvet off his lips. You cursed yourself for the way you actually liked hearing him say your name. A silent hum, that you weren't sure if he would be able to hear, signalled him to go on. "Would you join me for dinner tonight?" Was his request. He could see the immediate hesitation from the way you held yourself, the way you didn't look up as you search for your words. Before you could respectfully decline like you always would, he added "If you want we can stay in. I'll make dinner." with some hesitation you nodded. "I'd like that." You said before making your way up to your room.

You didn't want to dress up too much, it wasn't a date after all. Though you did want to be propper and wear a dress. After an hour you looked at yourself in the mirror and smiled. 'not a date' you reminded yourself. You went downstairs, still hearing him busy in the kitchen as the clanging of pots and pans resonated from the room. You peeked past the doorframe to see him cooking your favourite meal with haste, at least attempting to. You could see by the way he held himself in the kitchen that he felt hopeless, not knowing what to do. He glanced back over to the cookbook, utensils in hand as food dripped off them. He muttered a silent curse before going to clean it up. You walked closer, now clearly seeing the cookbook and recognising it. It was the same cookbook your mom had taught you to cook with. Did he ask her for advice? 'Why is he trying so hard?' You thought with a frown. At that moment he got back up from his crouching position, a look of shock on his face as he didn't expect to see you there. He looked busted. Neither of you had much time to say anything though because from behind him came the sound of sizzling and the smell of burnt food.

He quickly took everything off the stove and you had to hold back a laugh as you saw him scurry about. When everything was safe and no longer able to catch on fire, he leaned against the counter with a sigh. "I'm sorry, I wanted to make something nice for you." He said, not looking up at you. You looked around the room and you couldn't help but be amused. The way the kitchen looked, his innocent looking form standing in the chaos, made you forget who this man was. It made you forget your previous judgment of him. "It's okay, let's order something instead." You said with a giggle in your tone and a grin on your face. The sound was like the chime of a bell and magic to his ears and not believing it was real, his face whipped up in your direction. But another laugh left your lips proving what he heard wasn't a dream. You walked closer to him, lightly touching his face with little hesitation to show him the smear of food you had just wiped away. A shy smile appeared at the gesture. "You should probably go wash up and I'll clean up here." You said, but he didn't move an inch in fear you would cower away like a gazelle from a lion, something you often did in the beginning when he entered a room. You stared at him curiously, the questions you had been having about him now whizzing through your mind 'Why does he have to be such a perfect gentleman?' you thought. Why couldn't your mind come up with more red flags than his profession?

Your hand that was still raised close to his face was carefully engulfed by his large surprisingly soft fingers. His touch was always so light, so careful. He watched your every move, your every breath, your every expression trying desperately to read you as he moved your hand closer to his face. Your palm made contact with his cheek as he held it there for a moment, hiding his entrancing eyes from your gaze that had so much effect on him as he let his eyelids close.

For a moment you couldn't help yourself but run your thumb over his cheek, earning a harmonious sigh in response as if he were savouring the moment. But the moment ended when you finally came to your senses in the realisation that this was all a bit strange. You easily escaped from his grip and turned to start cleaning up, clearing your throat to get both of you out of the trance.

You could feel his presence moving from the room as you cleaned in an attempt of not looking at him. You debated leaving the mess and locking yourself back up in your room, but if you were to live with him for the rest of your life you should at least get comfortable enough to eat dinner together. But you didn't intend on enjoying it as much as you did.

You stayed quiet for the most part while waiting for dinner to arrive but you were comfortable enough to sit and listen to Hyungwon talk. He apologised again for burning the food which ended in him telling you stories of his childhood, how his mother wouldn't allow him to touch the stove after he almost burnt down the kitchen once, resulting in him never having even tried to cook since then. You laughed along at his dramatic telling of the story and loving this moment he wished it didn't have to end. So of course he told you more outrageous stories all throughout dinner, and you even told some stories of your own starting to open up to him. But that was exactly what scared you.

"Thank you for having dinner with me." He smiled, "I hope we can do it again soon." His words were sincere and he had no idea how much all of his efforts could be reversed just by that sentence. You had nodded and excused yourself to go to bed (and watch some drama). The entire rest of the evening you couldn't help but have questions of him and your future haunt your mind his words always lingering in the background. Just as the sun was setting, your footsteps could be heard barreling down the stairs. When he heard you he barely had time to react and by the time he got outside you were already long gone.

You walked around aimlessly for a while, seemingly in circles because every time you ended back at the road of his house, your house. Every time you seemed to be walking back until you freaked yourself out again. The truth was, you had been taking notice of him, all of the small things he did to make you more comfortable in the house. If it were anyone else you would jump at the chance to date someone like him. He was your dream man, and you hated it, but you couldn't get yourself to hate him.

Finally, you had calmed down, giving in to the urge to walk back home. It was already dark outside and inside the house, not even streetlights to illuminate your path or the lock of the door as you clumsily tried to open it. You had seen Hyungwon sitting on the balcony, staring out into the distance, so that was where you were going. You might as well talk to him if you're going to live with him.

You sat down next to him wordlessly, you could see him tense, yet again scared that if he spoke or moved you would run away again. "I'm sorry, I freaked out." You admitted after a while, finally allowing him to relax a little. "You shouldn't apologise." He sighed "I understand it must be hard for you. I just wish I knew what I could do to change that." he had been doing everything perfectly, you thought. You just had made a beastly image of him in your mind that you hadn't been able to shake, up until that day. "I'll try harder as well. I haven't judged you fairly. If we had met in any other way I probably would have liked you a lot" You admitted. He wasn't sure how happy he could be about that, but you could see the corners of his lips curl up anyway.

"Remember that new year party you went to with your parents a few years back?" He asked out of the blue, you nodded. "I saw you there and no matter what I did I couldn't keep my eyes from drifting back to you every time. I knew then I was completely enamoured by you." He confessed "When I heard your parents had messed with the wrong people, I just had to protect you so I offered them enough money to pay off their debt if they allowed me to protect you. I know it was tactless, I should just have talked to you, but every time I looked at you I was completely helpless and had no idea how to approach you." He turned away from the vast view of the city and faced you. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. You don't have to act like my wife, no matter how much I would like that. I just ask you to allow me to keep you out of harm's way." Oddly enough feeling safe for the first time in many years hearing those words, you nodded.

I need psychological help after writing this

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orangeflower-world · 1 month

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DIRECTORIO DE COUPLES

JAEHYUN X TAESAN

VIDA DE RICOS.

SUNOO X JUNGWON X YUJIN

KAORI X YUU

HIKARU X ELIJAH

KYOMI X PHOENIX

NICHOLAS X EUIJOO

YUJIN X HYEJIN

KAORI X MIKA

LEEHAN X ZERO

SRES. NIGHTBLOOD

SUNOO X SUNGHOON

KONON X DASAN

JAEHYUN X JUNGWON

HARUA X JUNGWON

SUNOO X TAESAN

BELLE X CHERRY

ALHAITHAM X LISA X EI

LEA X YEONJUN

BEOMGYU X TAEHYUN

KARINA X DAICHI

DARK MOON.

XIAOTING X JK

JULIE X NATTY

HEESEUNG X KAZUHA

SHION X JAKAH

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hotsugarkrp · 5 months

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⠀⠀ ⠀𓆩♡𓆪 — we can’t wait for 𝓼'𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮!

Mamamoo — Ahn Hyejin (Hwasa) — [Cherry]

welcome to 𝓗𝓸𝓽 𝓢𝓾𝓰𝓪𝓻! your muse has been accepted. please add the hot sugar mod within 48 hours as per our rules. we’re excited to have you! ❤

#hotsugarkrp #accepted

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nextlevelhqs · 2 years

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[ 18+ / SEM GATILHOS / TIPO 1. ]

NOME LEGAL: Ahn Saebyeok.

STAGE NAME: Aurora.

PRONOMES: Ela/dela.

NASCIMENTO: 09/08/1993.

CIDADE NATAL: Seul, Coreia do Sul.

POSIÇÃO: Dançarina principal, vocalista guia do Crystalline.

DEBUT: 01 de julho de 2010.

CONTA: dawnwithsae

FACECLAIM: Kang Seulgi (Red Velvet), idol

TOKENS DE CARREIRA PRÉVIA

FANDOM & IMAGEM = 70

Embaixador de organização de caridade ou sem fins lucrativos por 1 ano: Green Umbrella Children’s Foundation em 2019 (30), The Seungil Hope Foundation em 2022 (30)

Competidor em show por curto período de tempo: King of Mask Singer (10)

PRODUÇÃO MUSICAL = 99

Escrita parcial de letras, melodia ou arranjo em um SINGLE DO GRUPO: Egotistic (06) + Where Are We Now (06)

Escrita parcial de letras, melodia ou arranjo em um SINGLE DA COMPANHIA: Unnatural - Glittermoon (07) + TT - Soda Pop! (07) + empty - 365 (07) + Love Paint - 365 (07) + I Like You - Mania (07)

Escrita parcial de letras, melodia ou arranjo em um SINGLE FORA DA COMPANHIA: Automatic - Cherry Berry (08) + One Of These Nights - Cherry Berry (08) + Don’t Recall - Zhero (08), Given-Taken - Avant Garden (08)

Escrita total de letras, melodia ou arranjo em um SINGLE DO GRUPO: Wind flower (10) + Starry night (10)

COREOGRAFIA & DANÇA = 102

Coreografia parcial em um SINGLE DO GRUPO: Decalcomanie (08) + Hip (08) + Hush (08)

Coreografia parcial em um SINGLE DA COMPANHIA: La La Love - Glittermoon (09) + RED-SUN - Glittermoon (09) + TT - Soda Pop! (09) + Alcohol-Free - Soda Pop! (09)

Coreografia parcial em um SINGLE FORA DA COMPANHIA: Automatic - Cherry Berry (10)

Coreografia completa em um SINGLE DO GRUPO: Gogo Bebe (16) + Night Rather Than Day (16)

BIOGRAFIA

TW: morte, relacionamentos tóxicos/abusivos, problemas familiares, dietas/distúrbios alimentares, depressão.

Ao nascer, Ahn Saebyeok teria conquistado a loteria perante os olhares de qualquer um: filha do meio de um ator amado pelo público e de uma cantora de trot idolatrada nacionalmente, o dinheiro e a influência foram despejados sobre sua cabeça desde seu primeiro respirar. As fotografias da pequena família sorridente eram uma enganação, mas Saebyeok não conseguia encontrar ânimo para repelir a imagem forçada garganta adentro – também não via-se capaz de culpar a multidão cega, que observava o sucesso dos Ahn com adoração. Era fácil, por vezes, deixar-se levar por mentiras tão doces, afinal.

A verdade era que sua mãe cometeu um erro. Apaixonou-se cedo demais, rápido demais: ofereceu seu coração a um homem frívolo, com mais vaidade do que juízo. Enquanto Sooyoung estava viva, a manutenção da paz era possível, ainda que a vivacidade por detrás de seus olhos fosse se esvaindo aos poucos. Sooyoung vivia por suas três filhas, quase um mártir dentro de sua própria casa – de uma estrela, fora reduzida à pó. Quando adoeceu, os cuidados com a pobre mulher ficaram inteiramente nas mãos de Saebyeok: o patriarca, Hwitaek, estava ocupado demais com seus projetos, enquanto sua irmã mais velha agarrava todas as oportunidades para brilhar sob os holofotes. Ninguém se importava com Saebyeok, ou o pesar de seus ombros – e Saebyeok suportava seus quatorze anos como se fossem quarenta, a preocupação lhe consumindo aos poucos.

A morte de Sooyoung assolou a mansão em que habitavam, assim como o resto do país. Todos se compadeceram pelos Ahn, embora ninguém pudesse verdadeiramente desconfiar do descaso que foi perpetuado por detrás das câmeras. A irmã mais nova, Hyejin, foi enviada para um colégio interno, apesar dos protestos de Saebyeok, enquanto a própria passou a morar com sua madrinha, uma importante coreógrafa da ATOM. Foi assim que a pequena e tímida Ahn Saebyeok viu-se no mundo dos idols: de forma forçada, comparecendo a todos os treinos porque precisava de uma distração para suas dores, seguindo todas as dietas porque necessitava da aprovação de pelo menos uma figura de autoridade. Ela ainda era uma criança, afinal – e debutou como uma, aos dezesseis anos.

O sucesso instântaneo que seguiu não foi nada bom para si, ao contrário do que todos ao redor pareciam acreditar. A atenção excessiva lhe deixou paranoica – com seu peso, com seu sorriso fraco, com sua voz bonita mas que não se comparava a de sua mãe. Os comentários negativos lhe atingiam como flechas: não fora feita para aquilo, mas não conseguia escapar. Seu amor pela música era presente, lhe ligava à figura materna, mas era também o motivo de sua insônia e da depressão crônica que, aos poucos, tomou conta de si.

#fc: seulgi #c: aurora #g: crystalline #e: atom entertainment

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