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cookycherry · 1 year

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Mile Long List: Jeong Yunho Oneshot

Part 2 will be coming after my friends said they needed to find out more lol

Pairing- Yunho x reader

Genre- smut, airplane sex, fem!reader, established relationship, mile high club

Warning-smut, airplane sex, sex on a sink, unprotected sex

Word count-2,277

Summary-Your boyfriend Yunho and you have an ongoing list to cross off, about time you checked Mile High club status off of it.

“Ok, so I packed some snacks and I made sure to bring an extra charger.” You began rummaging through your bag while Yunho watched, smiling and staring at you in pure adornment.

He sighed and ran a hand through his dark fringe, “Y/N, you know this is a private jet. Literally they have everything.” He smiled while his eyes were closed and rested his head back on the headrest.

You looked around the flight cabin, this was like a mini resort in the sky.

Hongjoong was plugging away on his laptop, Seonghwa was napping with a mask pulled over his eyes, Wooyoung and Yeosang were in deep hushed discussion while watching some movie, Junho was fighting allowing sleep to take over, Mingi absolutely was zoned out listening to some music while he looked out the window and San was stuffing his face with some snacks he grabbed from the Incheon airport last minute. Everyone was in their own world.

This was drastically different from your own budget flying experiences. Packed like sardines in a stuffy flight, no leg room and a screaming baby in front of you. You had to admit, you were learning there were some perks to dating an idol celebrity.

Yunho tucked some of your hair behind your ear, “I do appreciate the thought though. It’s cute.” He leaned in close and his eyes held yours. His full lips parted in a playful smile, he looked like he wanted to say something and instead chuckled to himself. You watched as Yunho adjusted the ties on his oversized hoodie, pulling the hood up and then stretching his long legs clad in those black denim that did something to your psyche. Your lips parted ready to ask what it was he seemed to want to ask but then he turned looking like he was going to ask a stewardess for something.

You looked out the window unsure what you expected besides just an endless array of clouds. Lost in your thoughts you hadn’t noticed when Yunho had placed his hand on your thigh and wiggled his thumb against your leggings.

“Wanna kill some time?” Yunho asks, his dark eyes harsh and his face mischievous. You had been dating for some months now so knew when he was up to something. Yunho then removed his hand from its position on your middle thigh and waited.

You bit your lip while you searched your brain for an idea that didn’t involve sitting and watching movie after movie for 7 hours. “How about,” you tapped your index finger on your chin as you thought, Yunho waiting patiently. “How about 20 questions?” Immediately, you felt stupid for such a childish suggestion. Yunho appeared to be pleasantly surprised, “Sure, why not. Ladies first.”

You pouted your lips in thought and sighed to yourself.

“One place you want to visit you haven’t already.”

Yunho nodded his head at the question, thinking probably of everywhere they had traveled to.

“Down under.” Yuho playfully upturned his mouth at the inudeno.

You breathily laughed, “Creative.”

The volley of questions went back and forth until it was Yunho’s turn again. He asked something and it was as if your entire brain shut down and went dark. You felt your face heat as you watched his perfect lips form the question again.

“Have you had sex on a plane?”

Holy shit. It felt like the air cabin lost air circulation. You choked on the spit that was collecting in your throat.

At your shocked expression, clearly plastered on your face, his lips curved into a cocky smile. His head tilted slightly, his fringe parting and falling a bit into his intense eyes. Since you started dating you were constantly jumping eachother any chance you got and both were crossing erotic scenarios off your respective sex bucket lists; your personal favorite was playing doctor but that was different than now. Now, it was a plane and a plane full of his friends who had become your friends. This side of him was making your heart pick up its pace and your breathing became erratic. “No, I haven’t. Besides, isn’t it illegal ?” You playfully laughed through your nose seeing what more he would say to this.

He cocked his head to the side, continuing to study you, “Yeah, if it's on a public aircraft. Not a private one. Also I haven’t either,” He smiled his perfect smile. “But one day I’d like to.”

You quickly turned in an attempt to hide your face that you knew was as bright as a tomato, but Yunho knew you better than that. Yunho leaned forward in his seat to get a better look at you. He chuckled again quietly to himself before returning back to resting against the seat.

Your heart beat rapidly as seconds went by. He cleared his throat and asked, “Would you?”

You turned back towards Yunho, taking in his words and holding a deadlock with his eyes. “I mean,” you popped up from your seat a smidge to take a quick survey of the other members, all the same as before and unaware of anything going on around them, you then shoved yourself back down, “Check it off the list.” He smiled at your agreement. You then pushed your thighs together at the feeling that was emitting from your core, one that he had a power over you with a single look.

He began to get himself up, exhaling a breath, “I’ll meet you in there in 5 minutes.” He motioned his head towards the bathroom sign. You watched as he pushed himself up and sauntered over to the bathroom through a privacy curtain at the rear of the plane.

You watched intently for the minutes to pass and no one seemed to care or appear phased at the lack of Yunho present. When it seemed that enough time had passed you pushed yourself to your shaky legs and made your way, careful to not draw attention out of the ordinary. There was a bathroom at the front if someone happened to need it. You now stood outside the bathroom door, your body overheating with anticipation. With shaky hands you raised an arm and twisted the handle, revealing it to be open. You then quickly peered inside and instantly locked eyes with your boyfriend. As you stepped into the small room and closed the door behind, Yunho smiled. He stepped closer as he spoke. “I was starting to think you wouldn’t come,’”he ran a hand down your cheek gently, “Are you nervous?”

You swallowed hard, his flirtatious actions making you weaker by the second. You gave him a tiny nod in response and he let his hands trail down your sides and onto your hips.

“Fuck, honestly me too,” he whispered and he began pulling down your leggings and panites then hastily pulling up your sweatshirt , “But I’m going to take care of you, don’t worry.”

You hop onto the small airplane sink to get yourself into position, looking at his determined face made you even more desperate for him to be inside you.

“Did anybody see you?” he quickly asked, watching you with awe as you grabbed his sweatshirt and pulled him closer to you. He softly laughed at the sight of you being so desperate for him now. His hands landed on your hips, tugging your body closer looking at your bare skin eager for him.

“Nobody saw me. ” You murmured, he sighed in relief as he pressed his lips on yours at the same time as his grip on your hips got stronger when he started rubbing his still clothed cock on you. Concealed moans filled the room. “Don’t worry now.” He said, making you let go of the thought of being caught when his hand slipped between your legs and hovered over your core.

Your hands traveled all the way down his upper body, from his shoulders to the button of his jeans, popping it open with ease. You reached straight inside his pants to make him feel equally good as he made you feel right now, grabbing his thick shaft, stroking up and down all the way of his length. He bucked his hips in response, a cocky and satisfied smile appearing on his lips. It looked so hot that you yourself whined a little in need.

“Get down on your knees for me, babygirl.”

He demanded and you gladly obeyed as soon as he had stepped back, making space for you in front of him. When you sank to the floor, you pulled his pants along, his hard dick finally able to spring free with his tip almost caressing your cheek. You licked your lips while looking up into his eyes, signaling him how much you loved the sight of his erection and then firmly grabbed the base of his shaft. Wrapping your mouth around the head of his cock, you watched him throw his head back in pleasure, your hair wrapped around his knuckles the way he probably imagined it before, moans escaping him with your every move.

Your head bobbed back and forth, sucking hard on him, stroking whatever didn’t fit in your mouth and moaning deeply because you knew just how much he loved to feel the vibration. Your free hand was located on his thigh, digging your nails into his flesh which would surely leave a mark or two for him to remember.

His hard cock twitched against your tongue, making him feel so good that he murmured your name under his breath every now and then. But then he suddenly grabbed a hold of your shoulders, quickly pulling you back up, helping you to hop back on the sink and keeping you steady by placing his hands on your upper legs.

With his eyes locked on yours, he placed himself at your entrance. With his hand wrapped around his own length, he started rubbing the tip along your wet slit. If it weren’t for his one hand still pushing down on your hip, you would have pushed yourself onto him, not able to endure any more of his teasing. But he loved nothing more than to see you melt under his touch.

“Please Yunho…” you begged him, licking along his neck to taste his salty sweat which also made him bite his lip at the feeling.

Finally, he sank into you, making it almost painful for both of you as he took his time. He panted at the intensity of you being so tight around him. You threw your head back against the mirror and clung to his shoulders for further support as he thrust his wet dick into you harder and faster each time. One of his hands had found their way back up to your neck, pulling you close and slamming his lips onto yours, groaning into your mouth, only breaking the heated kiss to gasp for air again.

Each time he rammed into you harshly, heated whimpers left your lips right next to his ear, only encouraging him to go deeper.

“Touch yourself for me.”

Judging by the way he breathed and how his thrusts weren’t as steady anymore, he probably felt the sensation build up in him quickly. Hearing his husky voice let shivers rush through your body, all bundling up where he wanted you to touch yourself.

You let a hand drop between your own legs. Bucking your hips to meet his, you let your fingers rub over your swollen nub, driving you closer to your own release.

There was physically no way for him to be buried deeper inside you, still, you wrapped your legs around his waist and pressed yourself against him as hard as you could, crying out by the way he hit just the right spot now.

The longer he fucked you, sensually moving your lips together when your breathing allowed it, the more you felt your climax building up in your core, not able to hold it in much longer because he felt so good sinking in and out of you with ease.

“I’m so close…please don’t stop.” You begged with a shaky voice, clenching tighter around him by the second. He used his last bit of strength to slam into you once harder, pulling you closer with a grip on your hip, almost lifting you off of the sink in the heat of the moment that clouded both of your minds. Breathing each other’s air because your foreheads were pressed together, only added up to your dizziness.

“Come…” he grunted. “Come for me, y/n.”

That was all that you needed, his dark voice cooing out your name pushed you over the edge, letting your climax shatter through your entire body while you cried out.

The feeling of you contracting around his cock ensured that he released himself into you only shortly after that intense orgasm of yours. Grunting deeply, a mixture of curse words and your name slipped out of him, as well as the sexy sight of him throwing his head back one last time.

Both of you took a minute to come down from your high, falling back into normal breathing and a calm heartbeat. He pulled out of you, grabbing his pants from the floor and throwing them on quickly. The sight of his sweaty forehead with his hair sticking to it formed a smirk on your face. As he picked your underwear and held it out to you, you still smirked at him, “So, what’s next on our list?”

He laughed, trying to fix his appearance after glancing into the mirror for the first time.

“Hmm, you camera shy?”

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markberries · 1 year

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television romance ﹒ km [preview]

synopsis﹕ being a self made singer was not simple, nor was it handed to you on a silver platter. a decision between your management and those at pledis ent. to have you date kim mingyu was not making your life any easier.

genre + ﹕ fluff, angst, idol au, fem reader, bit of wonu x reader in the FUTURE (what do u expect i'm a wonwoorideul.) y/n is a girl boss 🤞🏻

wc ﹕ 691

warnings ﹕ none

note ﹕ a lil something ive been working on! enjoy!

“you have got to be kidding me.”

you look between your personal manager and the ceo of the company you were signed at, dream records. they purse their lips, your manager looking down awkwardly.

“i don’t need to have a fake boyfriend for more traction, my last album did well without it,” you try your best to reason with them.

“yes, that is true, but more sales is always good!” your manager, junho explains with emphasis on the sales aspect.

ever since you were a mere teenager, you craved being onstage. you wanted to sing in front of crowds, change people’s lives, and hopefully make a difference.

you got signed to the dream record label when you were eighteen, fresh out of high school. before that, you were making cover videos on youtube in your tiny bedroom. your record label wasn’t huge, the only reason you joined was to assist one of your friends who was a producer.

you were fairly popular now, mostly in the west when it came to your pop punk sound of music. you worked hard to get where you are, and you thought that it was enough for the company you were under.

“i was doing okay without any pr stunts, i’m sure i’ll be alright without one now,” you huff, sinking into the black leather chair.

“i’ll talk to her,” junho states apologetically to the ceo. he pushes you by your shoulders outside of the office into the brightly lit hallway, and as soon as you’re out of earshot of the ceo, you turn to junho with a glare on your face.

“i don’t want to fake date anyone,” you grumble, placing your hands on your hips, “you’re one of my closest friends but i wouldn’t do this for anybody.”

“y/n, just think about it! yes, you’re doing great, no one is discrediting you for that, but you could always do better,” junho reasons with you. you roll your eyes, walking away but he follows you.

you weren’t a difficult or mean person, but what they were asking of you was just unbelievable. you’ve been working here for years, and you were their main money maker. you’ve given up so much for the sake of this company, and now they were asking you to give up the freedom of choosing your own relationships.

“i’m just frustrated, and the fact that you didn’t consult me before talking to the other party in this business deal irritates me too, this guy could be a complete weirdo!” you exclaim, pacing towards your studio.

“he’s not, i promise, he’s actually quite nice.”

you look at junho with an unimpressed expression, “how do you know that?”

“i.. met him..”

“you’ve even met him before me! junho, you know i trust you with my life. i’d do anything for you but listen to what you’re asking me to do,” you open the black door to your studio, flipping the light switch on your left. you’re greeted by your soft lights and awards sitting on your shelves.

“then trust me when i tell you this is good for you,” junho plops down on your black leather couch, the short man leaning back into the cushions. “his name is mingyu, and when we met he seemed very kind. he already signed the contract.”

your face contorts into a grimace while taking a seat in your comfortable office chair, still not even a bit convinced to go along with this agreement. you aimlessly begin spinning the chair, tapping your fingers against the arm rest.

“would you like to meet him?”

your head snaps towards your manager’s direction, eyes squinting with suspicion.

“why are you asking me this?”

junho shrugs his shoulders, “maybe if you two got along you wouldn’t mind it as much. you’ve probably heard of him anyway, he’s in the kpop industry.”

you weren’t unfamiliar when it came to kpop groups, you had quite a lot of songs in your playlists. you just weren’t an avid fan of it, probably only listening to title tracks and you didn’t know that many groups.

“hm, what group?” you ask out of curiosity.

“seventeen.”

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nihyunluvskookie · 9 months

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And then I met you

[Prologue]

Pairing: Jeonghan x fem reader × Seungcheol

Synopsis: Falling in love with bestfriend’s ex wasn’t something that Jeonghan planned.

Genre: angst, fluff

Warnings: mention of morning sickness, pregnancy and mention of cheating

Word Count: 785

Author’s Note: I have no idea why I did this to myself, I just wrote. It’s something new, that I am trying, I don’t usually write something like this. Do let me now if you liked this or not <3 and anyone wondering what was I listening to while writing this, I was listening to Tera Rastaa Chhodoon Na and Matilda

Happy reading :)

If you want to get tagged, please send me an ask <3

masterlist | chapter one

“Good morning Aisha-” Jeonghan entered the bedroom, he wanted to inform her, that he already made breakfast and was leaving early because of a meeting. But when he entered the bedroom he didn’t see his wife, “Aisha, Aisha” he started calling her name but there was no response at all, he panicked. He went towards the washroom and knocked on the door, “Aisha, are you inside? Aisha?” there was still no response, “Aisha at least response, please reply me back, are you okay?” Jeonghan was more than worried, he wasn’t this worried and devasted when everything happened two months ago. After five minutes, he knocked on the door again, “Aisha I’m coming inside please stay away from the door” he had no other choice rather than entering, he saw Aisha sitting on the bathroom floor, and the moment Aisha looked at her husband, she sighed in relief, she had no strength at all. All these morning sicknesses were making her weak.

“Aisha… oh my god” he went closer to her and picked her up carefully. Aisha, clung her hands to Jeonghan’s neck “why didn’t you call me Aisha” She buried her face on his chest, he was smelling so fresh and his nice cologne somehow gave comfort to Aisha. Aisha was already used to this feeling, Jeonghan carrying her around whenever she felt dizzy or weak. “Aisha… when I said, I’ll take care of you and you’re my responsibility, I meant it. Truly” Aisha was feeling guilty for everything that happened past two months. He placed her on the bed and gave her a glass of water. “Aisha” he lowered to her height and looked at her. She drank water and kept the glass on the side table. “Are you off to work Jeonghan?” he shook his head, “I was, I am not going anymore, my wife needs care right now. How can I leave my wife alone?”

“But Jeonghan-” he pressed fingers on her lips, refraining her to speak further, he took out his phone and dialed a number. “I would apply for a leave and you can attend the meeting in my place. I need to stay with Aisha today, she’s not feeling well, do let her know. I’ll send you all the files in a few minutes. Do well with the presentation and don’t forget to suggest the things we decided yesterday.”

“She’ll be okay.” his team members knew about Aisha because sometimes Jeonghan applies for half day for her appointments.

“Good luck, Junho” and he hung up. Aisha was feeling guilty that she was the reason he didn’t go to attend a meeting, everything that happened that day, Aisha was reminded of everything. She cannot forget how Seungcheol, reacted.

“did you sleep with him?” she was shocked because, she never thought he would actually say that to her and questioned her loyalty, “you’ve lost your mind Seungcheol” Aisha argued back, because nothing like this happened. How could even Seungcheol not listen to her even once, and accuse her of cheating.

“did you sleep with my bestfriend behind my back?”

Aisha teared up thinking about Seungcheol and looking at her Jeonghan’s eyes softened. He took a seat beside her on the bed and pulled her into a hug, “Aisha… it’s okay”

“You always do so much for me and this is not even your-” he made her face him, “Don’t ever say that, okay? Don’t forget you’re my wife now. I am your husband, and I am supposed to do things which counts as my responsibility, so never say anything like that.” He wiped her tears, “thankyou so much” the urge to kiss her forehead was something he was resisting. He didn’t want to make anything awkward between them, he just wanted to give all the love that Aisha and the baby deserved. He can’t turn back time but he can be her husband and take care of them.

“Aisha” he called her name and caressed her cheeks, she was starting to feel better. Aisha was always thankful to Jeonghan for everything, maybe she can’t say it aloud everytime, but she was always grateful to Seungcheol for making her meet Jeonghan. “Freshen up and I’ll bring your breakfast in the room.” Aisha nodded, Jeonghan was giving all the love and comfort she was craving and wanted, it was her heart that hurts at times at the thought of Seungcheol. He was supposed to the one who should be taking care of her, but it’s Yoon Jeonghan who is doing everything. Aisha held the hem of Jeonghan’s shirt, Jeonghan looked at his wife, and gave a small smile. “I’ll be quick, okay?” she nodded at his words.

Soon, Jeonghan walked out of the room.

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coffeekyu · 8 months

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Hey 😂 I would like to request a kyuhyun imagine with a fem non-famous reader where they are in a secret relationship and he gets jealous because her male colleagues are flirting with her, even though it was his choice not to go public yet

Not My Type | Kyuhyun Fic (Imagines)

Word count: 2.2k Note: just 1 male colleague is involved Pairing: Kyuhyun x non-famous fem reader Characters: Kyuhyun, reader, Junho (reader’s colleague, which you can totally pretend is the face of 2PM’s Junho)

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You walked a few feet away from Kyuhyun on a street in Cheongdam, pretending to be strangers, towards a park where the two of you often had your secret dates. After walking for a little more, you both turned into the park, avoiding any possible paparazzi around the area. It was even harder to do that in Cheongdam, where many celebrities lived. You settled on the usual two empty benches in the park and sat across each other, smiling.

You usually had your dates at his place. But either way, you had to enter the apartment building at a different time if you wanted to avoid being seen together, appearing on the headlines the next day. And, the both of you, though being homebodies, were extremely sick of having your indoor dates, usually karaoke-ing over tteokbokki.

“Hey Chokyu.” You spoke from the other end of the bench you sat on. You loved calling him by that nickname because of how cute it sounded in your head.

“Hmm?”

“When are we gonna go on a real date?”

He looks at you, shocked. “Real date? You mean this isn’t a real date to you?”

“Well, of course it’s real. It’s just… it would be nice to actually hold hands when we’re outside or like at an amusement park which you’ve been wanting going to.”

He looked slightly saddened by your request.

“I know, I know, we have to give it some time. I was just teasing you. I’m good with this too. You look cute even if we aren’t just two millimetres away from each other.” You giggled.

“What if I reserved Lotte World at night, so that just the both of us could go? Alone?” He smirks.

“I know you’re rich, Kyu. But there’s no need to spend 10-musicals-worth of your salary just to do that.” You laughed. “Also, the Lotte World staff would know about us. News spreads fast, you know.”

“Mm. Right. Just a thought.” Kyuhyun slumps back down on his bench.

“I wanna hold your hand.” He says after a few seconds of silence.

You blushed and reached your hand out toward his direction, and he was about to reach out to yours, when you heard a voice behind you.

“Hey!” the voice thundered through the leaves. You turned back and saw your colleague, Junho, jogging towards your direction. You gasped, pulling your hand away from Kyuhyun. He already knew to put on his quick disguise - his standard black mask and bucket hat - while you stood up abruptly and pretended to jog on the spot.

“Junho-ssi! What brings you here? Hot day isn’t it? Summer things. I was just about to go for another jog around here. Wanna join me?” You stammered, looking nervously at Kyuhyun, who had his eyes narrowed at your hands as you held onto your colleague’s shoulders, turning him around so he couldn’t see Kyuhyun.

“Wait a minute, that looks like…” Junho turns around, pointing and squinting at Kyuhyun.

“Looks like? Haha who? Oh that guy? Ah, that’s just the neighbourhood ahjussi! Don’t mind him. Bye Ahjussi!” You exclaimed, not giving Junho a chance to react before forcing a fake laugh, and pushing Junho away as Kyuhyun signals a fake goodbye. Kyuhyun pulled down his bucket hat to cover more of his face as the two of you jogged away.

“Hey, stop pushing me!” Junho exclaims, as you give him a big smile, trying to pretend nothing suspicious just happened. He squints, “and you’re not even in workout clothes!”

“No matter! Chop chop! Let’s go! Don’t got all day, do we???” You spoke enthusiastically so your colleague would move on.

Kyuhyun watched discreetly from the bench and sighed. He pulls out his phone and sends you a message, with just an emoji “:(“.

You unlocked your phone to reply. “T-T sorry baby”.

“My house in an hour?” Kyuhyun replies.

“OK call!” You answered.

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It was a few minutes after the end of your work day, and some of your colleagues began packing up to leave for home, saying their goodbyes and ‘see you tomorrow’s.

Pshh… don’t wanna see you though. You thought, watching a condescending co-worker walk by.

You let your head rest on your desk at the office. Work was just too much for you to deal with today, and it wasn't over just yet. Just as you started to rest, you groaned as you heard a zoom call notification pop up on your laptop, thinking it was from a colleague from the marketing department trying to get to you. You accepted the call quickly using a keyboard shortcut by muscle memory, with your head still on the table.

“Baby.” The caller’s voice thundered amidst your quiet office. Realising it was Kyuhyun, you looked up quickly and gasped, fumbling to reach for your AirPods before you replied.

“Chokyu! I’m still in the office!” You whispered, looking around silently to see if anybody heard you.

“I know.”

“People could have heard you!”

“I know.”

“Should I put you on speaker then?” You asked strictly, yet playfully as a joke.

“… if you want to.” He says.

“Hmph. Not gonna.” You decided.

He laughs, sounding relieved. “Dinner? My place?”

“Tteokbokki?" You asked.

“No, I'm making something else tonight. Come quicklyyy-!” He dragged out his sentence, pretending to whine.

“What are you making?” You asked.

“Come home and find out.”

Home? You wondered, and smiled to yourself, even though you weren’t quite living together yet. “Kyu, did you forget? I have an event for tonight.”

“You do? But you didn’t tell me!”

“Check your calendar, baby.”

“Gimme a sec.” He says, as you see him reaching for his phone for his calendar app. Thank goodness you sat against a window, so no one could practically see your screen unless they squinted at the window’s reflection. Otherwise, it would be almost impossible to have a video call with him right in your office.

“Oh. You have a recording?”

“I do, yeah, it’s a marketing thing. With Junho.” You replied.

“Junho? You mean that guy we saw at the park the other time? Why him?” He asks, tone slightly annoyed.

“Are you jealous?”

“Pfft. Me? Jealous?” He scoffed. You looked at the screen and nodded with a smirk. He scoffs again. “No.” He replies bluntly.

“We’re doing a dance.”

“Huh.”

“We’re doing a dance. It’s for some company marketing thing to boost employment. Sounds ridiculous, I know.” You explained.

“A dance? Together?” He probes.

“Yeah it’s a couple dance thing.” You blurted.

“Couple da- What? And you need a dance for that because...?”

“Ask the marketing director.”

“Give me their email.” Kyuhyun says, impatiently. "Or better, their phone number."

He sulks, and you decided to tease him a little more, “They chose the prettiest lady and the most handsome guy in the company to do it.”

“Well, yeah, you’re pretty but… You... you think he’s handsome too?” Kyuhyun asks, amazed at what you had just said.

“Kyu… if you’re jealous, just say it.” You teased him again, laughing this time, at how cute he looked as he pouted and rolled his eyes.

“I’m nooootttt!” He drags out his words again.

Just as he says that, you see Junho approaching your table, looking at you with an eye smile. “Wait a minute.” You say to Kyuhyun, then quickly switched your browser tab to a work related one and pulled out one side of your AirPods, then smiled at Junho.

“Ready to go?” Junho asks. You nodded, almost ready to stand up as you receive a notification from Kyuhyun, which caused your phone to light up, showing your wallpaper.

You picked up your phone from the table, opening the message with the screen facing yourself so Junho couldn’t see. It was an emoji again. Kyuhyun: “:’(“

Junho smirks. “I didn’t know you’re a fan of Kyuhyun.”

You looked at the webcam of your laptop, knowing that Kyuhyun was still on the line, though your browser wasn't on Zoom. You smiled briefly into the webcam, then looked at Junho. “Is it that obvious?” You asked.

“Well yeah, you have him set as your wallpaper. Sorry for looking at your phone, though.” He says kindly.

“That’s okay. Yeah, I’ve been a fan for a while.” You giggled.

“<3” Kyuhyun sends another emoji.

“And you have pictures of him all over your desk. Also, sorry for paying attention to your desk.” He smiles sheepishly.

“It’s okay.” You replied, a bit touched by his sensibility.

“Would you date someone like Kyuhyun?” Junho asks swiftly, taking you by surprise.

“What?” You asked and laughed awkwardly. “Hah, no of course not. He’s too famous. And he’s not my type.” You lied. It was such a big lie, and you were afraid that Kyuhyun would be hurt over that.

“Is that so? Then are you single?” He asks.

You quickly pointed out the window behind you. “Oh my God! Junho! Look at that!”

As he turned to look outside, you quickly looked towards the webcam again, mouthing a “sorry!!” and held your hands in prayer to your chest. You received another emoji from Kyu.

“</3”

“What am I supposed to be looking at again?” Junho says, still glancing out the window.

“Oh, hmm… I could’ve sworn I saw Girls’ Generation’s YoonA in the opposite building.” You said, pretending to look out.

He scoffs, but squints and pretended to look in the opposite building too. “Negative!” he confirms. “Anyway, back to my question.” Junho thinks. “What was my question?”

“If I was ready to go?" you tried to change the topic.

"No. It was... are you single?" he asks, smiling again.

"... I guess." you said.

"</3" Kyuhyun sent yet another message.

"Can I ask you out for dinner then?" Junho smiles, looking at you sincerely in the eye. "After the event."

"I..." you looked to the screen of your laptop.

"GUYS! We're late! Let's go!" The marketing assistant barges into your office and waves at you to leave. Junho smiles.

“Aren’t you going to close that zoom call? The recording light is still on.” Junho smirked and waved to the screen.

You quickly closed your laptop and followed being Junho and the marketing assistant.

You realised Junho knew about you and Kyuhyun all along.

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"Can you keep it secret? No one's supposed to know." You asked Junho for a favour.

He laughs. "Of course. It's not for me to say." He winks.

"Thank you." For a moment you were afraid he really intended to ask you out.

The rest of the crew in the room had been setting up for 45 minutes, as you waited and did the camera rehearsal diligently, waiting for Kyuhyun to respond to your messages you had sent a while back, asking if he was okay.

The camera crew signalled for the both of you to stand closer and you had to put your phone away. The both of you got ready as they counted down, before the recording started.

"Ready in 3, 2, 1..."

You both read and acted based off the script as you rehearsed, then came the game segments where you were supposed to explain and engage the audience with. It was a good 40 minutes until it finally came to the finale - the dance segment. You knew Junho had some kind of social media presence, which was why the team wanted to do something like that to boost awareness of the company. But you still felt that it was a little too extreme.

As the music began, you saw briefly saw the studio door open and close. Junho held your waist as part of the choreography, and as he spun you around, you caught a glimpse of a familiar figure standing near the door. The rest of the crew stared at him, wondering why a celebrity had just stepped into their studio.

Kyuhyun stood at the entrance, evidently frowning. You tried looking away as you continued with the sequence. Your heart started beating faster knowing Kyuhyun was looking at you, but took a few more steps to attempt finishing the original planned choreography. It didn't take long before he stormed towards the both of you, with the staff trying to hold him back, and Junho knew to let go in seeing that reaction. Kyuhyun held you quickly in turn and switched it to his own choreography. The music was slow yet cheerful. It felt like time stopped a little. Chokyu, what the hell are you doing? You thought. But it felt a little too romantic to let go at that moment.

He was finally ready to let some people know about your relationship, you thought. Though unplanned, you could almost follow his lead as he danced in a slow pace. Before you knew it, the music ended, with everyone else in the room watching you. Applause roared through the room as you stopped.

"What's gotten in to you?" You asked him, knowing it was unlike him to be impulsive like that.

Kyuhyun seemed to then have snapped out of a trance, looking at the crew, then back at you. You booped his nose, unable to hold back because of how cute he looked in the moment. "My jealous baby."

He smiled sheepishly and pecked you on your cheek.

"Can you cut that part out?" Kyuhyun asked the crew.

"We can't cut that out." The marketing director comments.

“Please keep it a secret? You guys can know I guess, that's fine.” He says to the rest of your department.

“It’s a broadcast though.” You laughed.

“A WHAT? Baby, you said RECORDING!” Kyuhyun whispered (loudly) and pulled the both of you out of the frame.

“OMG! He called her baby!” Another colleague squealed in excitement.

"This is what you get for being jealous, Kyu... and shouldn't you know what a livestream set up looks like after years of being an idol?" you teased, but he stays silent for a few moments. "Sorry for making you jealous." you said, returning him a kiss.

Before you knew it, the livestream comments were going crazy. And the marketing manager stood there clapping while the audience numbers rose like no tomorrow.

"And CUT!"

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THE END <3 sorry it took so long to write this lol

#kyuhyun #cho kyuhyun #kyuhyun fanfic #kyuhyun fics #kyuhyun imagines #kpop #super junior #jealousy

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intellectualfallacy · 2 years

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Hi, how are you? This idea has been pounding in my mind for a while. The reader being Jun-ho's wife and after he disappears without any news, she starts to despair, until one night In-ho shows up to console her, trying to make her forget her brother, convincing her that he would look for him, being that he had secret feelings for her too. Sorry if it's a little confusing.

A/N: I hope this was a good interpretation of your request! I think I made it a little darker than it needed to be tbh but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

Warning(s): Implied Manipulation

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I hung up the phone for the tenth time that evening. It was more than that throughout the day. I sniffled as I walked towards the couch, the apartment feeling emptier than ever. His jacket still hung on the coatrack, a mug he had left on the coffee table there. The anxious feeling in my stomach never left since he went missing. It was the fourth day he went missing. Four terrible nights and four terrible days after he just left without a word. Well, after a kiss and reassurance. I can’t forget. It was just like any other morning. We woke, got ready, ate breakfast, and before he left, he laid a soft kiss against my lips. “I have to work longer tonight. Don’t wait up, okay?” Those were the last words. The last words that I’ve been over analyzing.

Did… did I cause it? Did I cause him to leave? I gulped back the feeling to cry as I sat, trying to take deep breaths. My eyes felt heavy and so did my chest. I glanced down at my hands, rubbing the wedding ring he gave me not even a year or so ago. “Junho, please… come back.” I whispered at nothing, sniffling as I wiped the tears that escaped down my cheeks.

A knock on the front door frightened me, causing me to jolt. No one came to visit at night. I raced towards the door, a delusion in me believing it would be Junho. I opened the door, waiting to be met by him. Inho stood there, a firm face as always as he was dressed in a rather nice looking black suit. “(Y/N).” He said, bowing slightly. I relaxed my breathing. “Inho.” I replied, bowing back. “I wanted to ask about…” He started, trailing off as he noticed my puffy eyes. “Come in.” I replied, moving to let him into the small apartment.

I closed the front door as he walked in, taking in the environment of warm colors, throw blankets and picture frames. He removed his shoes before walking in. “I-I’ve reported him missing already.” I broke the silence as I stood a few feet behind him, him looking back at me. “Have you?” He asked, me nodding in reply. He nodded, looking around again. “Where have you been, Inho? We haven’t heard from you in so long.” I replied, his glances faltering before he turned to fully face me. “I’ve been occupied with a new job… but hearing Junho missing-“ He clenched his jaw, taking in a deep breath. “I had to take a break.”

“T-Thank you for coming.” I said, him giving a slight nod. We stayed in silence before I asked, “Would you like something to drink? A tea maybe?” “No, thank you. I don’t want to be more of a hassle.” He replied as he walked closer to me. “I wanted to ask how you were doing.” He said. I nodded slightly before tears started to swell into my eyes. I didn’t want to bother or let anyone else know about Junhos disappearance other than his mother. It was the first time I was able to actually speak about it.. but I was too afraid to do so.

I couldn’t help the weep that left me, bringing my hands up to cover my face. His footsteps came closer and I felt arms going around me, encasing me against his chest as his hands rested on my back. “It’s okay. You can cry.” He said gently and I did so, crying into his dress shirt. His hand rubbed gently up and down my back, trying to sooth me. “It’s alright.” He repeated, both of us staying there a moment before my tears slowed, sniffles filling the air.

“Sit.” He said as he moved back, grabbing my arm with a gloved hand as he guided me to the couch. I followed, sitting as he went into the kitchen, coming back with a few napkins. “Here.” He said as he sat next to me, handing me the stack he retrieved. “Thank you.” I replied as I grabbed them, wiping my face clean. “It must be hard for you. I know how much you care for him and him to you.” He said as I glanced at him, tossing the tissue into the small trash I kept there. I cleared my throat before replying. “It’s terrifying not knowing where he is. Or what’s happening to him.” A hand came over and covered mine that rested on my knee. “You shouldn’t be worried about that. He’s more than capable of taking care of himself.” He replied. I looked stunned at his words. “Yes but four days?! He would have answered my calls, let me know where he is.” I said, his grip tightening slightly on my hand as he looked at me with a gentle expression. “He will when he has the chance. There’s no reason to start to panic.” He said, thumb stroking across my hand. I had my doubts. Junho would have called me the moment he knew he was sent for a case or wasn’t coming home on time. But another part trusted in Inho. He was his older brother after all, of course he’d know what Junho is capable of. Of course he would.

I gulped nothing as I looked down at my lap, seeing the black glove covering my hands. Junho would hold my hand the same way when I was upset, him trying to console me on this very couch. “You don’t need to worry about him. I’ll make sure to search for him.” I looked back up at him. “It’s fine. The cops are already-“ “What I have is much more useful than what they have. My work has valuable perks.” He said. I nodded gratefully. “Thank you.” I said, giving a smile.

Inho POV

Her warm smile sent my chest alight. Why, oh why, didn’t I meet you first? What did Junho do to deserve you? Ever since he brought you to the family dinner you invaded my mind. It was difficult to keep you out of my mind. I tried everything. Yet you were still there. If there was anything to help me forget about you… is finally having you.

A smile played on my lips. “You leave the search to me. I’ll stop at nothing to track him down.” I said, her nodding and grasping my hand back. “If there’s anything you need me to help with, I will.” She said, looking back at me with her beautiful eyes that were puffed and red. “I will let you know when I do.” I replied, bringing a hand up and stroking my thumb across her cheek. She tensed as I did so, nervously gulping. I let go, standing up as I straightened my coat jacket. She stood after me, wiping her face again with the sleeves of her sweatshirt. “Thank you, again, Inho. You have no idea how much this helps.” She said. I nodded, grabbing a card from the inside of my jacket before handing it to her. “Call me whenever you need. I’ll be by the phone waiting.” I said as she grabbed the brown card, inspecting it before nodding. I nodded before walking over to the door. “I’ll be visiting every other day. To keep you up to date with my search.” I lied. She opened the door and nodded. “Anything to help.” She replied. Putting my shoes back on, looking back at her once again. Her beauty always amazed me no matter what she wore or what state she was in. No other woman I met compared, leaving me seething in jealousy all these years. But now that dear brother is out of the way… if I play my cards right…

“Don’t worry about Junho anymore, okay?” I said, stepping outside and turning back to her. She nodded, a hand on the door. “I know. It’s not doing me any good and I should trust him more. Like you said.” She replied. I smiled slightly and nodded. “Good. I hope you have a goodnight.” I said, not waiting for a reply as I left, entering the elevator at the end of the apartment hall. I smirked to myself as I pressed the button for the ground floor. Maybe it’ll be easy to get her after all.

#squid game x reader #squid game x fem!reader #hwang jun ho x reader #hwang junho x reader #hwang junho x you #Hwang Inho #squid game x you #squid game imagines #hwang jun ho x you #hwang inho x reader

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pwrluvr · 3 years

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can you write one about clingy junho x fem reader maybe? i really like the way you write <3

Clingy Hwang Jun-ho x reader

F!reader, fluff

she/her pronouns

He's not particularly clingy at the start of the relationship, sort of testing the waters, I suppose

But once you build more trust, oh my god, he gets insufferable

Insufferable (affectionately)

He's like a dog, he will probably never get enough of your love, which is fine with you to be fair

However, he takes work very seriously, both yours and his own, so if you tell him you need to do something, he won't bother you

If you work for prolonged periods of time though, he will check on you, making sure you're not overworking yourself

He brings you drinks and snacks, to make sure you're not hungry or dehydrated, like a mom that cuts up fruit for you when you're working

He's just a very caring person, especially when it comes to you

You have a nightly routine whenever he's home with you and not working night shifts or overtime

You eat dinner together, then you get comfortable on the couch and put on a movie or a show and watch it until one of you dozes off

Well, I say watch, but a lot of the time you just kinda have it as background noise to your conversation

There's always something to talk about with him

Cuddling is a must, he can't fall asleep without feeling the heat of your body against his

He's the kind of person that always needs to hold something when he's asleep, so when you're spooning, he's usually the big spoon

He buries his face into your neck and rests his arm on your waist, that's his ideal sleeping position

He kisses your temple every night before he goes to bed

He's big on temple, head and forehead kisses, to him they just seem so gentle and sweet, perfect for you

#hwang junho #hwang junho x reader #hwang jun ho #hwang jun ho x reader #junho #jun ho #jun ho x reader #squid game x reader #squid game

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rose-likesto-write · 2 years

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Autumn leaves..

Pairing: Lee Junho x Fem reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, maybe suggestive?

AU!: Rival to lovers trope; Supritendent of police, forensic psychologist

Warning (s): swears, mentions of murder, serial killer, victims

Rating: T

Word Count: 1.2 K

A/N: Hey, everyone.. I am back with 2pm fanfics. This is gonna be a Three-shot scenario as requested by my dear anon. Please, it's a small request to kindly give your feedback. It means alot ❤️

Sorry for grammatical mistakes.. 😭

Summary: "Now, I realised that as much as most of us call fairy tales as overrated and exaggerated versions but somewhere and somehow even we wish to have for own selves, for us to remember and for us to tell.. It happened with me as well but by the time I started hoping for one, I didn't realise that it might not be the type of ending I wished but I still didn't wanna give up"

"Wow, Mr Lee that's an amazing write up and I can't wait for the book to be published and read it but please, excuse my curiosity but there is more to it right? As in it feels this is actually from your own perspective like from your life experience or something?"

"Ofcourse, it is dear Lia but wait for the right time though."

Chapter-1 Hate You

“Good Morning Mr Lee, here are some of the updates for the morning that would take you in for a mini ride .”

“I really hope these updates are of some worth; considering how they are the usuals, just about the records being sent to other concerned authorities and receiving back the replies”, said the tall black haired guy to his colleague whose name was Taecyeon. “Well, that's the basic going on but anyways, we have got confirmation from the head to lead an extensive research team and also to set the camps around the scenes where crime has taken pla-

“Woah, how did the Sun rise from the west! Anymore updates?”

“There is something peculiar pattern found in all the victims’ bodies and as well as the background they come from but t-”

At this point the black haired guy frustratedly pulled his hair. “But what Tae?”

Taecyeon took a deep breath before continuing, “The head has requested the national forensics department to join our investigation under the leadership of Dr Kim.”

“No, man!! They are those typical b-

A knock came on the door before Taecyeon called the person inside “Excuse me sirs, but Chief Superintendent General sir is calling you both”

“Thank you officer San! You may leave but keep me updated about the Giva case.”

“I will sir and as of now, a small inquiry team has been set up” officer San said before saluting the two officers and leaving the premises.

A firm knock was placed on the door before a ‘faint come in’ was heard. “Sir, you called us?”

“Yes, I did. Junho and Taecyeon have a seat. So, the sudden rise in crime has shocked not only the whole country but globally there is a spread of fear and worry. From, what we expected to be a cold blooded murder as a part of the revenge or vengenance,there is a lot more to it and by now Taecyeon might have told you by looking at the patterns, the victims’ backgrounds and how they are possibly linked to the area 71 and abandoned streets of Seoul and Busan. Its just not a coincidence; there is more to it from what we believe. Therefore, the division has taken the decision to include the forensics team under the lead of Dr Kim. I hope you will cooperate with each other. Any further questions?”

“No sir” The voices were heard in unison. “Good, you may leave and Dr Kim will be joining from tomorrow.” The Chief Superintendent General said before dismissing the young men.

“You don’t seem that happy when you heard about Dr Kim, is everything okay?” Taecyeon placed his hand over Junho’s shoulder.

“Its not Dr Kim but one of his team member. Dr Y/N, she is the reason why I am frustrated, as my headache now will turn into migraine and as much as I wanna avoid her but she somehow comes back into my life.”

“Is she that bad?” Taecyeon asked while raising one of his eyebrows. “I mean, I don’t know what actually happened and now we literally loathe each other’s presence at least she does.”

“What about you?”

“I also don’t like her presence-

“There is a difference between not liking and loathing someone and their presence. Anyways, I will find solutions for you, okay?” Taecyeon said before hugging him.

“Y/N, did you hear the news?” Jennie asked with a bored look. “What news Jen?”

“We have to work under Dr Kim on the new rise of mystery murders by the serial killer along with the national police.”

“You gotta be kidding me. No? Why?” Y/N said with a worried look. “Why are you so worried and upset? Scared that the serial killer might come and be like surpri-

“Oh shut up!!! T-thats not the case.”

“Then?”

“Him?’

“Him who? Oh wait! Are you sure that he is still in there?” she said with a surprised look.

“Yes, I have seen his pictures with Tae.” Y/N said with a slight pout.

“Y/N, its been ages!! You two can’t act like this! What was the actual reason for it though for what happened between you and Junho” Jennie with a disappointed look.

Y/N sighed deeply before speaking , “It had been way back to high school. We were acquaintances or maybe friends but some misunderstandings happened and there was no clarity but at the same time I didn’t wanna confront him, considering how his friend circle was. We were at each other’s throat and still are. Just looking at him, I still get furious but sometimes I feel is it valid? And his actions justify my emotions for him, anyway we need to get ready for the meeting.”

“Then, why did you act like you didn’t hear the news? Because you wanted to talk about him, huh?” Jennie smirked which earned her a smack. “Ouch, it hurts!” she whined. “I mean, its you we are talking about. The way you present stuff is great.” You said with a small smile before rubbing her shoulder where you smacked.

“So, guys this is our new home till the investigation gets completed. Please try to make your acquaintances while me and Chief Superintendent General will have a minute’s talk.” Dr Kim said and with that he went out for a short conversation.

Throughout the little interaction glares and hot stares were exchanged with little venom dripping through sharp responses.

“We met again Y/N. Hopefully, you won’t be as much as the pain you were before.`` Junho said as he put his hand forward.

“As much as you might be kinda happy to trouble me but I am not in the mood. So, if you wanna save yourself from a prescription of heavy doses of painkillers and consultation with a doctor, STAY AWAY FROM ME!” You sad with a stern look while shaking his hand.

“Didn’t knew that this little ant would be so brave.” He said with a small smirk.

“Well, I think you forgot that as much as an elephant might harm the ant with its power but a small movement and bite is enough for the elephant to surrender. I hate you Lee Junho”

“Likewise Y/N”

With that the two of you went back to your colleagues and started the discussion of this new coming challenge.

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saebyeoked · 2 years

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could you write junho x insecure fem reader please? 💕

i'll do this in headcanon form since it seems easier for the topic. thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy even though it's short!

fem!reader as stated in the request

hwang junho with an insecure s/o

junho automatically knows whenever you're feeling especially insecure and knows when to cheer you up

he's the best at putting a smile on your face and somehow he always understands exactly what you need when you're feeling especially down about your appearance, personality, anything that may be bothering you

he's great at comforting you. he'll give you so many compliments and hugs, telling you how beautiful inside and out you are

he'll do some of those exercises where he'd stand behind you in the mirror and have you name things you like about yourself. he'll tell you he loves everything about you— which is true— and it would make you smile

if you ever say something along the lines of how you don't deserve him, he'll go on a rant about how you do deserve him and all of the love he gives you. it hurts him whenever he hears you say you aren't worthy of it or that he deserves better than you

he'll always know whenever you're feeling down because of your insecurities so he'll ask if you're okay and check on you all the time to make sure you're doing alright

he's an amazing listener and, even though it hurts him to hear that you think you aren't perfect, he'll listen and let you know he's listening by looking right into your eyes and nodding

he'll ask you if there's anything he can do to help. he knows that compliments and hugs can only go so far. if you say yes, he'll take you somewhere to try to cheer you up or offer to watch a movie together

he knows that you're insecure but he also knows you're worth so much more than you believe you are

if you don't like your appearance, he's the type of person to kiss every single thing about you that you despise. it doesn't matter to him, he wants you to know that you're stunning

he'll tell you every day how beautiful you are and you always brush it off. he doesn't like how you're insecure but he knows he can't magically make it go away

he's a perceptive person (he is a detective, after all) and always knows when you feel that way, even if you try not to make it obvious. he'll stop whatever he's doing and put all of his focus on you

it doesn't matter what you may be insecure about, because to junho, everything about you is incredible from the top of your head to the tips of your toes

he'll drill how perfect you are into your mind and won't accept anything else. he loves you so much and wants you to know how amazing you are inside and out

#squid game #squid game x reader #squid game x y/n #squid game x you #squid game imagine #squid game imagines #squid game headcanons #squid game fanfiction #squid game fanfic #hwang jun ho #hwang junho #hwang junho x reader #hwang jun ho x reader #junho #jun ho #junho x reader #jun ho x reader

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philomaay · 3 years

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Yay someone if finally writing for squid game here! Could you please do one for Sae Byeok and female reader but outside the game like a collage au with a enemies to lovers or something I’m just craving Sae Byeok content😩

My favorite trope😩enemies to lovers

Maybe it's her.

Character: Kang Sae-byeok x fem!reader

Summary: You wanted to spend the night our partying, instead you're stuck with Kang Sae-byeok for a project.

Warning: none I think, but the reader got a boyfriend(just to make it a little more interesting)

A/n: the reader is popular.

You groaned again as you watched the pictures and videos that your friends posted on social media, even your boyfriend was out having fun while you're stuck at home waiting for Kang Sae-byeok. You could never get close to her no matter how much you tried, she only wanted to be alone. She never spoke, never tried to even make friends with anyone and she was always so mysterious. Now you're in a group project with her, and it made you roll your eyes in annoyance.

The door to your small apartment rang and you got up to open it. She stood there with a backpack hanging on her, her phone in her hand as she probably used Google Maps to get to your place.

“Welcome in,” You stepped aside for her to come inside, and she did with much caution. “Kitchen's over here.” Your apartment was small, so there wasn't much walking at all.

“Thank you for inviting me.” She said, sitting down on the chair in front of you.

You nodded and whispered no problem, you opened your fridge to take out some sodas and water bottles, along with some snacks, and placed them on the table. You weren't the best at guest courtesy, as you were wearing sweats pants and an oversized t-shirt. She wore a simple white t-shirt with jeans but still looked better.

“Thank you,” She said, opening the drink.

“So, we need to figure out what we're going to write about.”

She nodded and set her drink down on the table, picking her laptop up from her bag. You ran off to grab your computer as well, but on the way back you tripped. Embarrassingly so. Your socks slipped on the wooden floors and you laid there, humiliated to look up at her. How can you be so clumsy?

Then you heard a small chuckle, which eventually became a louder laugh. Your head whipped up, glaring softly at her as she held a hand to her mouth. You couldn't help but let out a smile.

“Stop it, it's not funny,” You whined, grabbing your laptop that luckily survived the fall and sat down on your chair.

“Sorry, sorry.” She said through laughter before stopping, but she kept a beautiful smile on her lips.

Beautiful. You couldn't stop looking at her lips, they were plump and soft. She must've used some type of magic lip balm because you're pretty sure they felt like clouds. You somehow felt jealous, feeling a little self-conscious about your lips. She caught you starring and you immediately looked down on your laptop.

“So...Got any ideas?”

She hummed silently and shook her head, and you sighed. You had no idea what to write about, even coming up with a title was difficult.

Suddenly, an imaginary light bulb formed above your head.

“Hey, Sae-byeok. Do you drink?”

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“That's not what I said!” You said through laughters and wheezest, trying to catch your breath from all the giggling.

The alcohol burned in your veins, making you giggle and giddy. Even Sae-byeok got comfortable, she finally leaned back in the chair and even placed her feet on another chair. You made some drinks for the two of you, hoping that alcohol would sprout out some ideas. Instead, it made you want to gossip and laugh the entire night.

“You said that Junho's hotter than your boyfriend!” Sae-byeok said, chuckling as well.

“Well, he is! Don't you think?”

She shrugged and threw her head back as she drank the entire glass up. Your giggles died down slowly, and the two of you sat in a comfortable silence together. You licked your lips, looking at her up and down.

“Hey, Sae-byeok,” You caught her attention, and she looked at you with curiosity. “What do you think...of me?”

“Of you?”

“Yeah,” You looked down at your glass, feeling a little embarrassed to have said that.

She looked down at her lap too, clearing her throat a little before sighing.

“You're nice to everyone, I mean you have people around you constantly, so that must mean something,” She tried to avoid your stare. “I think you're...pretty.”

Pretty. You smiled. It felt different when she said it.

“I am pretty, aren't I?” You said smugly, feeling confident and playful all of the sudden.

She nodded with a smile and finally looked at you, it made your insides a lot warmer than before. Seeing her smile was affecting you stronger than ever. Maybe it was the alcohol. Or not. Who knows?

“I think you're pretty too.” You said with a gulp, eyes glued on her.

“Thank you...” She exhaled, the tension in the air got heavier.

Suddenly, her phone rang and the two of you snapped out of your hazy thoughts. She picked it up and cursed under her breath when she saw what time it was.

“It's getting late, I have to get going,” She stood up, but swayed a little from the sudden change of movement. She messily placed everything back into her bag.

“Will you make it home okay?” You stood up as well but placed a hand on the table to stable your stance.

She nodded and swung the backpack over her shoulder. “I'll be fine, I'm gonna take the bus.”

You let out a sigh and stared at your computer, chuckling a bit. You glanced around in your kitchen: snacks, empty glasses, dirty dishes, and messy counters. You definitely need to clean up tomorrow. “We didn't even come up with an idea.”

“Yeah,” She laughed as well, stuffing her hand into her jeans pocket and in your eyes, she looked extremely cool. “But...let's meet up again. S-So that we can get on with the project.” She mumbled, feeling flustered.

You grabbed your ink pen, walking closer to her so that you were almost toes to toes. You took a hold of her wrist and wrote down your number on her skin, which was probably damaging but she didn't complain. You clicked the pen and looked up at her with a smile.

“Let's hang out again.”

Her face warmed up, but she managed to nod. You led her to the door and waved goodbye as she left, but you had asked her to text you once she got home, still worried about her safety. You were surprised at how your night went, you had fun. Actual fun. At your apartment. She made you laugh, made you smile, made your cheeks warm, helped you making drinks, she even cleaned up a little before leaving.

Who would have known?

That you'd get a teeny tiny crush on Kang Sae-byeok.

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what we want

requested: yes x2

group: blackpink

pairing: jennie x fem!reader

genre: angst, fluff

contents: idol!jennie, idol!reader, pr relationship

warnings: none

synopsis: Jennie’s lost herself somewhere along the way of achieving her dream. Behind that tough, cruel mask of hers, she doesn’t know what she wants, and maybe uncovering the mask you wear is what will help her realize it.

a/n: this is so much heavier than either of you guys asked for asalknasdfkj... but i wrote my longest fic yet in less than 2 days!!!! i think that’s an achievement :D

word count: 6k

Kim Jennie did not have a good reputation, and she didn’t really give a shit about it.

At least, that’s what everyone thought. That’s what everyone knew, with the numerous articles a week about South Korea’s resident fuckgirl, with Dispatch’s 20 cameramen hired just to follow Jennie. She was careless, she was cold, and she care what anyone else said about her.

What no one cared about was Jennie’s reasoning. Because while the first time sneaking out to a club and losing herself in fruit-flavored shots and skimming touches was simply for the fun of it, it was the aftereffect that made her keep going. Because with the articles of Kim Jennie’s newest scandal, Blackpink’s album sales shot through the roof, YG’s stocks completely flipped around, and Jennie herself decided it was worth it. It didn’t matter if her members looked at her a little differently, like they didn’t recognize her, or if she was the only one constantly excluded from appreciation tweets on Twitter. If acting out would help promote them more than her agency ever did, she could do it.

And she did. For almost a year, Jennie became Kpop’s most well-known idol, for better or for worse. For almost a year, Blackpink’s sales were unmatched by any group or artist around the world and Jennie couldn’t read her Instagram comments without wanting to throw up.

It took a year for YGE to finally do something, and by then, Jennie wasn’t sure she particularly cared anymore.

“Jennie.”

“Youngshik.” Her voice was scarily steady and her face just as calm; Jennie knew that the her from ten years ago, the teenager who was accepted into the company under Youngshik’s watch, wouldn’t be able to recognize her as she sat before the man with crossed arms and a blank expression. But as he stared at her with disappointment glazing his eyes, Jennie lifted her chin higher, almost daring him to speak.

When he did, he sounded almost cautious of his words. “Jennie, I know you. This isn’t like you at all, you can’t carry on like this.”

“What do you know about me?” She had to keep herself from wincing at her own tone, sharp enough to draw blood. “Huh? You haven’t cared about me for the past year, haven’t cared about us. And who the fuck said I can’t carry on? I’m doing just fine.”

Youngshik shook his head. “Please. Ch-- your members know. I know. All you may see right now is the attention you’re gaining, the fleeting ecstasy you get every night, but you aren’t doing yourself any favors right now.”

As much as she hated it, Youngshik’s words cut deep. She wanted to scream out that she was doing this for her members, for the company, and that it didn’t matter what her reputation was like, but Jennie schooled herself into the person everyone believed and knew her to be. “I’m the only thing keeping you afloat right now. You’re wasting them-- Chaeng, Lisa, Jisoo. They keep practicing but you waste them. I’m only doing what you won’t,” Jennie defended herself, anger seeping into her voice at the thought of her members.

“Jennie. MNet has threatened to drop you from the next season of Queendom.” The man’s voice was quiet but deadly, and Jennie couldn’t seem to open her mouth at the thought of her members’ practice being wasted because of her. Youngshik took that as a sign to continue, “I realize that what you’re doing is increasing sales, but netizens hate you right now. You know that, don’t you? We’re trying to help.”

“Oh yeah? How’re you going to help?” Jennie sighed. “Lock me up in your dungeon again?”

“Quite the opposite,” he answered, leaning forward. “We’re going to keep you in check. The only thing that Dispatch likes more than clubbing scandals is leaked couples, and that’s what we’re going to give them.”

She crossed her arms and leaned back. “And how is that going to keep me in check? Dispatch already knows I like girls, giving me a well-behaved boyfriend isn’t going to be believable.’

Just as the words left her mouth, a knock sounded on the frosted glass pane in Youngshik’s office door, and the man stood. “You’ll see once you meet her.”

Her?

Jennie didn’t turn even when she heard the door open, or when Youngshik murmured, “Junho, thank you for coming.”

“Of course. This is her?”

“This is her. Jennie?”

She finally turned, face impassive, but Jennie couldn’t stop her eyes from widening when she saw the person standing in the doorway. You-- she recognized you, specifically the polite smile you wore on your face as you offered a handshake. She remembered hearing you be praised for your constant professionalism, your sterling reputation, and your bubbly personality. “Hi, I’m Y/N. I’m a big fan of yours.”

“Jennie Kim, but I’m assuming you already knew that,” she said by way of greeting. You nearly winced at her flat tone, but the mask remained on and you gingerly took the empty seat just by her. “So. Am I the only one in the dark here?”

“Not anymore,” Junho smiled. Unlike Youngshik, he looked pleasant, a smile crinkling at the side of his eyes, but Jennie disliked him nonetheless. “The two of you know by now that you’re being set up in a fake relationship. Jennie, YGE’s main concern with you is your reputation. You club, you drink, you... sleep with people.”

She simply nodded, waiting for the point. Youngshik jumped in, “Y/N, on the other hand, has a stellar reputation. Never has had a scandal in her career, except when she publicly came out, and even that had a good reception.”

“How nice,” Jennie deadpanned.

Junho sighed, folding his hands in his lap. “Miss Kim. Despite your shortcomings and the methods that you achieved such fame, you are nonetheless the most well known female idol in the world. From this relationship, you’ll gain stability as well as a cover, a perfectly sweet girlfriend who’ll lighten your image up. And Y/N will receive more attention by your side, exactly what we want for her and her group. Is that clear?”

Jennie wished she could say no-- after all, you obviously weren’t going to-- but she also knew that the two men were right. She could profit, achieve exactly what she was trying to do, but with less damage done to Blackpink’s image. And as much as she wished she could rebel, she found herself sighing through tightened lips. “Clear. I agree.”

“You didn’t exactly have a choice.” Still, Youngshik slid a contract and a pen across the table, and Jennie signed in the blank without a second glance. “Good. Though we realize that this relationship is fake, we want you to at least pretend to be in love, so get to know each other. It’ll be a while.”

“Great,” you sighed. Jennie was slightly surprised by the hint of sarcasm in your voice, but she lost interest when you assumed a polite smile yet again. “How do we do that?”

Junho exchanged a glance with Youngshik but answered by himself, “If it was me, I’d start with a coffee.”

“Can I order something for you?”

“I’m good.”

Your smile was tight, and Jennie wondered how many snide comments she could make before you snapped. But apparently, one wasn’t enough, as you tugged your mask up. “Okay. I’ll get something for you when you feel like it, just wait for me in that booth.”

Without something to argue about, Jennie could only obey, sliding into the booth furthest away from any people. She sighed, staring at the ceiling; she hated that you were being pushed into the contract to save her, and she hated even more that she was purposefully being so difficult for you to deal with. But the truth was that Jennie couldn’t let you keep her in check, couldn’t let you get under her skin or change her from the way that she had been for years. No matter what YGE said, she was succeeding, and she wasn’t having the worst time in the world while she did.

“Uh. I got you a green juice, I hope you don’t mind.”

Jennie stared at you as you slid the bottle over the table to her, removing your mask just to flash her an annoyingly sweet smile. “I didn’t ask for it.”

You shrugged, “Oh, I know. But I read somewhere that you liked green juices, and I didn’t feel right letting you- letting my girlfriend go without a drink.”

“Don’t call me that.” Jennie cleared her throat when she realized how cruel she sounded, and rephrased it softer. “Don’t.”

“Okay. I understand,” you mumbled, clasping your hands over the iced Americano you held. “So. When did we start dating?” When Jennie frowned in confusion, you clarified, “We’re supposed to have a believable, synced story, right? To seem more real?”

The other girl bit her lip but nodded in agreement. “You’re right. Would two months be enough?”

Jennie wanted to tell you to stop pursing your lips when you thought, wanted to make you stop looking so approachable and sweet when you were sitting across from the most-hated idol in Korea. But she shut herself up, if only not to offend someone who she’d be spending a lot of time with. “I think so. We could say that we met at the Gayo Daejeon, since that was three months ago. I asked for your number,” you hummed and pulled out a notepad. “And a month after becoming friends, you asked me on a date.”

“Why did I ask you on a date?” Jennie asked, eyebrows raised.

“I asked for your number, let’s keep it fair,” you answered with a slight chuckle. “Okay. What would you want to do on a date?”

She considered the question, tapping her nails against the table. “The Han River? Lots of people go in masks, so it’s possible for us to have gone without anyone seeing us. There’s food, nice scenery, we could take pictures--”

“You’re a real romantic, Kim Jennie,” you smiled, pen scratching against the paper of your notepad. “Okay. And we don’t live with each other, since you have a dorm... one of us has to be caught on the route between to make it believable.”

“I don’t think we have to.” Jennie crossed her arms, not moving even when you turned your notepad so she could see. “We just need to be seen in public together a couple times, hold hands once. Dispatch will eat it up.”

You sighed softly and tucked the notebook away. “Okay. At-- at least add me on Kakao. So we can communicate and stuff.”

She stood, tugging her jacket on and her hat down to hide her eyes. “Don’t have Kakao. Have a nice day, Y/N Y/L/N.”

And just like that, with a jingle of the front door’s bell, she was gone, and you could only stare at the untouched bottle of juice across from you or the glass door swinging closed.

Jennie liked practicing with her members. Of course she did-- there was no one she loved more than those 3 girls, and spending time with them was always exactly what she needed. And practice reminded her of better, simpler times: learning a new choreo with Lisa for the next evaluation, practicing English with Chaeng, or asking Jisoo for help with vocals. There were memories in the scratches on the floorboards of the practice rooms, and Jennie liked feeling them every time she stepped inside.

But besides that, it was a secure place. No Dispatch, no cameras, and certainly no PR stunt girlfriends. It was supposed to be her happy place, her home away from the dorm, and the last resort for time alone.

Of course, you had to change that.

“Jennie, Y/N’s here to see you.”

At the sound of her manager’s voice, Jennie’s ankle twisted and she fell to the ground, still panting from dancing. Jisoo bent down to help her up, Chaeyoung and Lisa stopping their practices too. “What?”

He raised an eyebrow, tilting his head towards the hallway outside. “Your ‘girlfriend’. She’s here to see you.”

Lisa gasped at that, her head whipping towards Jennie. “Jennie unnie! You have a girlfriend? Since when?”

Jennie winced and waved Jisoo off before walking towards the door. “I... I’ll explain later. Don’t worry about it, keep practicing. I’ll catch up.”

As soon as she stepped outside, she found you standing there, your smile so wide, as if she hadn’t been so cold to you since the beginning. “Hi, Jennie.”

“Why’re you here?”

You barely faltered at the tone of her voice, holding out one of two bubble teas towards her. “I brought you boba, I thought you might need a rest from practicing. And don’t worry, Dispatch got the pictures they needed, I ‘forgot’ to put on a mask when I got out of the car just outside the building.”

Jennie sighed, but she accepted the offered cup anyway. She was thirsty; all she could hope was that you wouldn’t take it as a sign to keep coming to see her. “And? I thought we agreed that we only needed to be seen in public when our companies schedule it.”

“Well, I’m not just here for the PR,” you frowned. “You’re obviously opposed to actually dating me, or even from becoming friends with me, but it’ll be miserable if we’re both mean to each other. Let’s at least be civil, okay?”

Why? she wanted to ask. How? How can you be so positive even when faced with me? She pursed her lips, taking a sip of the drink. Somehow, you’d gotten her favorite flavor just right, and maybe the sugar rushing in her blood was what prompted her to say, “Civil. Sure. Thank you for the boba, Y/N.”

“Of course!” you grinned. You startled Jennie when you went to take your flannel off, even more so when you reached out to give it to her. “Here, take this.”

“Um. Why?”

Sighing jokingly, you pressed it into her hand. “Next time, you’re coming to see me. If you wear this while you’re caught on film, it’ll raise a lot of suspicions. Exactly what we want, right?”

Jennie nodded at that, closing her fist around the fabric. “Right. So, are you... planning to watch us practice?”

“Oh, no,” you shook your head, waving your hands. “No, I’ll probably just hang around. Unless you want me to?”

Some tiny, annoying section in the back of her mind wanted to say ‘yes’, but Jennie could hear Chaeyoung laughing in the practice room, and the thought of introducing you to her members wasn’t exactly appealing. “No. That’s okay. Thank you for stopping by,” she attempted a smile. Thankfully, you just bowed and waved goodbye again before turning around the corner, and Jennie relaxed with a sigh.

But your smile lingered in her mind. The first time she saw you, she thought it was genuine-- maybe you were just that polite, just that professional, even with how impossible it was. But talking to you on her own, she saw too many false grins, too much effort being put into keeping that likeable, fun personality up.

Perhaps she wasn’t the only one who was lying, but that fact did nothing but scare her more.

“So. Are we gonna talk about Y/N?”

Jennie sighed, keeping her eyes on the road. “No.”

“Really? Because you didn’t exactly look happy after talking to the person who’s supposed to be your girlfriend.”

The rapper raised her eyebrows even though Jisoo couldn’t see it over the phone. “Well, she isn’t exactly my real girlfriend.”

In the background, Chaeyoung asked, “What? Then why did our manager say she was?”

“It’s a PR stunt,” Jennie said bluntly. Her manager sighed in the front seat but didn’t speak. “That’s it. Y/N has a good reputation, I don’t. I’m in the biggest girl group in the world, she isn’t. We’re benefiting from each other.”

Lisa groaned into the phone, her voice tinny over speaker. “Is that seriously it? I only heard you guys talking, but she’s trying so hard, and you’re shutting her down. It could be good for you, unnie.”

Jennie pinched her nosebridge and pleaded, “Can we please not talk about this? I’m just doing this-- it’s a PR stunt. Nothing else to it. I gotta go anyway.” She ended the call before anyone could say something, leaning back and pressing her hands to her eyes.

“I don’t understand why you’re so opposed to this, Jennie.”

“Please. Shut up,” Jennie groaned, reaching for the flannel on her lap as the car lurched a stop. The smell of perfume swept over her as she tugged the clothing on, leaving her mask off but donning the sunglasses that she’d been paid to wear. “Thank you for driving me, I’ll see you in half an hour.”

Her manager called out, “One hour. Try to have fun, okay?”

It wasn’t like Jennie couldn’t hear the click of cameras following her as she buzzed herself into the apartment building, couldn’t see the flashes half-hidden in the surrounding bushes. But she schooled her expression and let herself into the building, engulfed in silence once again for the 7 minutes before she reached your apartment door.

“Hi, Jennie,” you greeted when you opened the door. It was disarming to see that perfectly crafted, perfectly kind expression, but Jennie followed you inside anyway. To be honest, the way you decorated your apartment was almost a perfect reflection of the you that you presented-- sweet, comfortable, but a completely blank slate that could be arranged easily. No pictures decorated the walls, just like how your easy smile never left your face, and the only things on your expensive glass shelves were awards and your own albums. But you smiled, “The flannel looks good on you.”

“Thanks. You can have it back,” Jennie mumbled, peeling it off and draping it over one of the acrylic chairs that tastefully decorated your living room. “It’s a nice place. You’re lucky to live alone.”

You hummed, clearing a pile of papers off the couch so that she could sit. “Sure, I guess. It’s a lot lonelier than the dorm, but it is nice to have all the space to myself.”

“Right.” She sat obediently and accepted the petite cup of coffee that you pushed towards her. “So, what are we supposed to do for an hour?”

“I thought we could watch Netflix and grab some takeout,” you chuckled embarrassedly, reaching for the remote. “I can’t really cook, but I’ll pay for anything you want to order.”

Jennie should’ve asked for pizza, jajangmyeon, something inexpensive but universally enjoyable. But the more she looked at you, the more she realized that for all your effort, nothing she did could possibly break you. Making dinnner for you once, even becoming friends with you and pulling away again, wouldn’t change anything when everything she saw of you was... false. So she stood, made her way to the kitchen, and opened to the fridge. “I can cook. What have you got?”

“Oh, you don’t have to,” you protested and followed her over. “I’m serious, I can pay for anything you want.”

The rapper ignored you and frowned at a tub of kimchi. “How does kimchi jigae sound? You’ve got close to nothing in here.”

You were silent for a moment, but sighed and moved to open your cupboards. “Kimchi jigae sounds great. You’re going to be carrying this dinner, I hope you know.”

“That’s no problem,” Jennie chuckled, turning to you slightly. “By the way, have you got any soju?”

“I thought you’d have a better alcohol tolerance.”

“Why?” Jennie groaned, head clutched in her hands. The steam from the cup of coffee that she convinced Chaeyoung to buy for her was absolutely going to melt her makeup, but under the LED lights of the waiting room, she wasn’t sure she cared.

Lisa sighed and patted her shoulder softly as she passed by. “I mean, wasn’t there a month where you went to a different club every night? It’d be weird if you did that completely sober.”

Jennie frowned; she wished she could tell Lisa that she actually spent every night of that month huddled in the corner with a mocktail, hoping to the heavens that Dispatch didn’t burst their way inside and find her hiding. But she shook it off and replied flippantly, “Drinking a lot doesn’t increase everyone’s tolerance, believe it or not. Maybe Y/N just had really strong soju.”

Before the dancer could respond, Jisoo opened the door and popped her head inside. “Hey, guys, they’re ready for us to start filming. And, Jen-- you have a visitor.”

“Who?” she groaned in answer, struggling to her feet and wincing as she removed her sunglasses.

Her question was answered as she reached the stage, finding a familiar face among the camera directors. “Y/N?” she squinted.

“Hey, Jennie!” you shouted with your hands cupped around your mouth. The smile on your face was a little wider than usual, poked into your cheeks differently. It was pretty, Jennie realized, and more genuine. “Good luck!”

Before she could ask what you were doing, huddling with the cameramen while she prepared to film her first Queendom stage, she was called up on stage. But for once, Jennie could feel a smile tugging at her lips as she got into formation, a smile that she hadn’t been able to pull off for a while.

You startled her by cheering her name just before filming began, and inciting laughter from the crew. Some warm flower blossomed in her chest as Jennie spoke her first line, her voice more steady than it had ever been during practice.

As soon as she finished the first attempt at the group shot, Jennie bent down at the edge of the stage and beckoned you forward. “Hey. What’re you doing here?”

“I’m cheering you on, of course.” Jennie found a banner with her name on it in your hands as you approached, the tip of your nose cold from the air-con in the studio. “You did great.”

“Thanks,” she chuckled softly, feeling the banner between her fingertips. “Where’d you even get this?”

You shrugged, “Bought it. I had to make an account and all, so you better be feeling more energized.”

“I am.” Jennie herself was surprised at how true the statement was; for some reason, seeing your dyed hair in the crowd of cameras was like a shot of pure adrenaline, just more intense and gratifying. She smiled, “I am. It’s really nice of you to come, Y/N.”

“Of course,” you said, waving the banner around with a grin creasing in the corners of your eyes. “We’re girlfriends, after all. And I’m your friend.” At the call of a director, though, you stepped back. “I should let you film.”

“Y/N?” Jennie called after you. When you turned to face her again, Jennie allowed her customary gummy smile to take over her face as she said softly, “You can call me Jen. All my friends do.”

You were too far away for her to hear your answer, but the excited little jump you made as you walked back to your spot kept the grin on Jennie’s face as she stood again. She missed the relieved glances her members exchanged behind her back, but she could feel a new kind of energy coursing through her as the director started his countdown again. And-- she kind of liked it.

You hated the popular belief that idols who presented the sweetest, kindest version of themselves to the internet got absolutely no hate. Fans, family, managers-- they all believed that never letting your smile slip and never having a single scandal would protect an idol completely. When you were deciding on your persona for your debut, you thought the same, and so you forced yourself into the happy, positive personality that the world knew.

However, for all your effort, for all the things you had to endure with that same smile on your face, people hated you. They called you fake, tried their best to get under your skin just so they could see you fall. But it was too late to fight back, because that wouldn’t become the kind, sweet Y/N. It was too late to ask for help, and it was too late to let yourself cry.

When you met Jennie, you were determined to keep her on the outside of that precious mask you could never remove. After all, what would she understand? She did what she wanted to, didn’t care what people said about her, and she was strong. Jennie was as strong as you wished you could be, and you were sure that she would never understand. But the more that you saw her and the more that you talked to her, the more you understood that you were one and the same. That tough, carefree version of Jennie was what protected her, just like your perfectly engineered smile.

The first time you saw Jennie laugh, you knew that you were in deep. She didn’t know a single thing about you, but she was letting her walls down and letting you in-- or at least, the you she knew. But you liked her smile so much that you wanted to keep it there, at any cost. And maybe it meant sacrificing yourself.

“Are you ready?”

“For what? Walking through the street, undisguised enough that Dispatch will recognize us but no one else will?” At your pout, Jennie stopped her grumbling and laughed softly, still adjusting her scarf in the car mirror. “Yeah. I’m ready.”

A beat of silence passed as she grabbed your hand and led you out of the parking garage and onto Garosu-gil. “Hey. Y/N, I want to tell you something.”

“Yeah?”

“I... I’m glad it’s you.” Jennie squeezed your hand, her skin slightly cold with the wind blowing softly around the two of you. “I’m glad you’re the one I’m doing this with.”

You wished that she wouldn’t say that. You wished she’d feel anything else towards you-- contempt, hatred, even, despite everything you’d gone through just to become civil. But you squeezed back, flashed a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Me too. You know, it’d be a lot worse if they set me up with a guy.”

“Why would they?” Jennie frowned in answer. “You came out on your own.”

“Unlike you, I didn’t prove it. You know Korea, you aren’t gay until you prove you are,” you sighed, scuffing your shoes against the cobblestones. “They wanted to set me up with a guy at first, but they decided that accepting YG’s offer for me to date you would be more beneficial.”

The other girl paused, and you didn’t quite dare to look up. “Oh. So you didn’t choose to help me, did you?”

You shook your head quietly, expecting Jennie to react badly. But she huffed out a breath and pushed your arm softly. “That’s okay. We’re friends, anyway, and it was hard for you to get us here already. I appreciate you, you know.”

Opening your mouth to respond, you noticed yet another camera flash, just between two buildings ahead of you. “What?” Jennie asked, following your gaze.

“I-- Don’t hate me for this, okay?” you whispered, stopping in the middle of the road. Before she could say anything, you placed your hands lightly on her jaw, pulling Jennie towards you; before your lips actually met, though, you gave her a second to pull away. Instead, she leaned forward just the slightest bit, barely enough to connect.

You didn’t quite dare to move, but Jennie’s hands rested on your waist and pulled you into her, just enough that your lips slotted together. You could barely hear the clicks of the camera, the warmth of the girl that you were kissing completely clouding your brain.

Before anything else happened, you released your grip and stepped away, lips suddenly cold. “I think that’s enough,” you whispered, linking your hands again and lowering your head.

Jennie laughed breathlessly and continued to stroll along when you prompted her to. “That’s all you have to say?”

“Um. Sorry?”

She only giggled harder at that, shoving you slightly. “What are you even sorry for? You’re a good kisser, Y/N.”

“Shut up,” you groaned, heat rising to your ears as you shoved her back. “How do you even say that with a straight face?”

“Hey, I had to listen to Lisa say ‘bitch I’m a star but not Patrick’, I think I can handle this,” Jennie joked. Despite all your effort not to, you found yourself staring at her smile again, losing yourself and any other worries bothering you in it, and her, once again.

Jennie frowned at her phone-- or actually, at the blankness of her texting history with you. After the little PR stunt at Garosu-gil, you hadn’t contacted her once, and she didn’t dare to surprise you at your apartment or properly ask you what was going on.

“Haven’t you heard the saying that a watched kettle never boils?”

“I’m pretty sure it’s a pot,” Jennie replied listlessly, still staring at her screen. “But I have heard it, yes. I’m just hoping the universe proves it false.”

Chaeyoung sighed and hugged her older member from behind, swaying back and forth. “Why don’t you just message her? Or go see her? Our manager won’t say anything about it if you just say it’s for PR.”

“It is,” Jennie frowned, turning to her member. The Australian girl raised an eyebrow, and Jennie bit her lip. “Okay. Maybe it isn’t.”

“It definitely isn’t,” Chaeyoung rolled her eyes. “I saw those kiss pics, you know. And no one kisses like that if it’s ‘just PR’. You like each other, unnie, and it’s time to face it.”

Jennie swatted Chaeyoung’s arm. “That’s so cheesy, shut up. But... do you really think I like her?”

“That’s a question for you to answer,” the younger girl pointed out. “But I’ve known you for close to a decade. If I’m right about this, and I’m sure I am, everything’s about to change for you.”

“Ugh, cheesy again,” Jennie groaned, but she stood hesitantly nonetheless. “But... I guess I’ll give it a shot.”

On her way down the stairs, the rapper dialed her manager on her phone and held it up to her ear while she waited for the dial tone to fade. “You’re driving me to Y/N’s house,” she said by way of greeting. “And it’s not just for PR.”

She was sure that no car ride had ever gone slower; Jennie fidgeted the entire way, cursing every bus that blocked her way and scowling as the sun began to set behind a set of buildings in the distance. The more she thought about it, the more definite it was-- she liked you, more than she thought she could like a person. And while that fact would’ve scared her, should’ve scared her, it didn’t. Because it was you, and nothing about you could scare her anymore.

Somehow, the process of buzzing herself in at the building’s front, taking the same elevator up to the 67th floor, and hurrying her way down blue-carpeted hallways had become familiar. Jennie knocked persistently on the door of your apartment and called out, “Hey, Y/N, let me in. It’s Jennie.”

It took a while for anything to happen, and Jennie was almost backing away by the time that the door finally cracked open. For once, the smile on your face was missing, replaced by a guarded, harsher expression than the other girl was used to seeing. “Jen. What’s up?”

“Uh,” she hesitated, “can I come in? I don’t think we can talk in the hallway.”

You looked like you wanted to say no, but with a pleading look from Jennie, you backed away and let the door swing open. Jennie shut it quietly, following you into the living room, where you stood with your arms crossed. “So. What can’t we talk about in the hallway?”

Jennie wanted to say outright the words that were beating in her throat, but the expression on your face alarmed her. You were like a stranger-- or, maybe, she realized that you had finally let your mask down. “I... Y/N, are you okay?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you responded. Suddenly, the roles were reversed; Jennie was the one reaching out for you, maybe even chasing after you, and you were somehow the one who was turning away.

“Okay,” Jennie said quietly. You were about to turn away, probably assuming that she was going to leave, but if Jennie had learned anything from you, it was that she couldn’t give up that easily if she wanted you to open up. “What do you want from me?”

“I don’t want anything from you,” you responded instantly. Your words only hurt more when you didn’t look up from the television, continuing, “I don’t want you, and I don’t want anything from you--”

“You don’t get to say that to me.” Anger was once again rushing through Jennie’s veins, though not the kind of anger she was used to experiencing. No, she wasn’t mad at your words in the slightest, or even offended-- she was simply pissed off about the fact that you were shutting her down, and she didn’t know why. “Not when you were the one who started this. Y/N, you wanted me once, you don’t get to go back on that without an explanation,” Jennie gritted her teeth, gripping your forearms in her hands.

You finally turned when she shook you lightly, your face blank. “What, I don’t get to shut myself down? You did it the entire time I was trying, giving my all so that you’d talk to me or even just be civil.”

Jennie pleaded, “You succeeded, didn’t you? You’re right that I was a total bitch when all you were trying to do was be nice and make this tolerable for the both of us, but you succeeded. Okay? You-- you’ve made your place in my heart, and I’m not even angry about it. I just... I just like you that much.”

A derisive scoff escaped your lips as you twisted your arms out of her reach, stepping away. “You like me? Jennie, you don’t even know me. This me, the smiles and boba and everything, it’s a facade.” You threw your hands up in the air, biting down on your lip before sighing out, “It’s fake. All of it.”

“I know it isn’t,” Jennie shook her head desperately. She searched your eyes, scanned the sea of the color she’d grown to love, for some semblance of the person she remembered kissing her. “Look, you kissed me. And I know it was for the cameras, but you can’t tell me that you felt nothing from it. Y/N, you’re a good liar, but you can’t lie to me, not about this.”

You were quiet at that, glancing down at the floor as if you had nothing to say. “I didn’t,” you finally answered, tone firm. “Maybe you did, but I--”

Unable to stop herself, Jennie rushed forward again and tugged you into another kiss, her hands scrunching into the hair splayed over your shoulders. She was almost afraid that you’d push her away, curse her and throw her out of your apartment, but she felt your lips moving against yours. She felt your hands splay on her back, and she felt tears slipping down your face.

When you finally did push her away, it was gentle, though you were rough when you wiped the tears off your face. Jennie wished you’d speak first, but she brought herself to speak. “If your smiles were fake, think of the real ones you brought to me. Even if my smiles were from your facade, that’s still a part of you. I know that though you weren’t trying to, you let me see the real you. And I’m willing to see the rest of you,” Jennie smiled, clasping your hands within hers. Sometime along the way, she’d started crying too, but the salt of those tears was almost honeyed on her lips. “If you want me to.”

“I do,” you sighed, accepting the kiss that Jennie pressed to your forehead with a teary smile. “I want nothing more than that, Jen. And-- I’m sorry.”

“Why?” she laughed, wiping the tears of your face so much gentler than you did. “I know what I want now. It’s you, and it has been you since you tried buying me a green juice in that damn coffee place. I like you, Y/N. So much.”

You tucked your face into the crook of her neck and snaked your arms around her waist again. “I like you too. More than I ever thought I could.”

And maybe, just maybe, you knew what you wanted too. Somehow, that mask you wore had long been tossed to the side. Somehow, each kiss pressed to your face by the girl you never knew you needed to find lingered on your skin like the touch of a miracle, and the smile on your face was finally, finally genuine like you had always wanted it to be.

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Junho x Fem!Reader

Word Count - 1.9k

Genre - Angst w/ Happy Ending

Summary -

It’s been years since you’ve seen Junho. The last time was the night he abandoned you, a night so horrible he had to move to a different country just to escape you. This was the last place you expected to see him. Why is he back now and why is he smiling at you like that?

Warnings -

Swearing, suggestive content, a breakup but maybe a makeup too

A/N -

This is for the 500 follower event from this request.

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This can’t be happening. How is he here of all places? Not only is he meant to be in another country but a baby shower is the last place you would expect to see Junho. He's not the expecting daddy. Not that that mattered, not anymore - you had burned his memory from your skin, that one night together forgotten.

But, why was he here? At one of your best friends' baby shower? He had to know you would be here. Also why hadn’t she warned you? Her husband had been good friends with him back in college but hadn’t Junho abandoned all his friends, just like how he had abandoned you?

No, you refuse to think about that now. It’s your friend's day and you refuse to ruin it for her with old drama. You can do this - you can get through the next hour or so without making a scene.

Most of the guests are here now, bringing gifts and smiles for the expectant couple. While you don’t mind being on present duty (accepting and rearranging the gifts so they all fit isn’t a difficult job in itself), you are forced to greet every person that comes in, including Junho, your one-time lover. Or, you guess, almost lover.

You never did go all the way before he disappeared… maybe things would have been different if you had. Days later you found out that he had left the country, flying out to only God knows where to study abroad like some big shot. Screw him.

It’s not a difficult job to sit and smile and make notes of who got what so the hopeful parents can send nice thank you cards that will be thrown out or lost in a weeks time, but that look of joy on his face as he walks up to the gift area holding a large box in his hands is enough to give you hope and hope is not what you need right now.

His arms are empty of another person but that doesn't mean he’s single and why do you care? He hurt you. He left right when you put your feelings out on the table and he crushed what little trust you had in men completely. He destroyed your future possibilities. He left you heartbroken and yet here he is, a huge grin on his face as if no time has passed.

“It’s been a long time.” He slinks up to the table, holding up the yellow and blue gift-wrapped box with a quirk of his brow. “Where should I put this?”

“In the trash and why don’t you join it?”

“What?” His eyes furrow as he eases back and forth from one foot to the other.

“I’ll take it, just go inside.”

“Did I do something to upset you?”

“Nothing so important to remember I guess.” The gull of this guy. As he starts to open his mouth you hold up a hand. “Let’s not. This is neither the time nor the place. “

“Of course,” he says, a curt smile on his lips as he hands you the present before walking further into the house. It’s for the best. It’s over and you shouldn’t dwell on the past. You already wasted too many hours on 'what if’s' and 'why me’s'. You refuse to do it again. Holding your chin up, you smile at the couple walking in.

The presents have all been opened and accounted for (even Junho’s extravagant, glittery baby mobile with mystical tunes) and the cake is being served, many people gobbling it down and making their excuses to leave. The air is starting to circulate again, the space widening as more guests start to head out one by one.

Not him though. He’s still here, watching from the other side of the room and digging into the cake, the blue frosting icing his lips before his tongue scoops it up, swallowing it alongside the rest. His plate never seems to empty even though you know for a fact that he hasn’t gone back for more. Why won’t he leave?

“You should go home. You have been on your feet for hours,” you friend says, rubbing her belly.

“I don’t want to leave the mess for you to clean up.”

“Don’t worry. There are still plenty of people here to help. Go, go. Be free and enjoy the rest of your night.” She winks and you’re about to say something else when you overhear her husband telling Junho to leave and you know it’s best to make a fast escape.

“I’ll call you tomorrow.”

She nods and waves and you scurry to the closet to grab your purse. Clutching at the soft material, you turn and run straight into Junho. His arms stretch out against the opposite sides of the door frame, cornering you within. You take a step back but there isn’t much room and you stumble over the cluster of shoes scattered across the floor. Dropping to the ground, your bag glides across the wood. This is just terrific.

He bends over, extending a hand, and although your first reaction is to slap it away, you take it and he pulls you up. His fingers entwine with yours for a moment before he pulls you into his embrace. Fire pools in your gut as your hips rub up against his, poised close enough to feel his breath against your lips.

“What do you want?”

“Wait for me outside.”

“I’m good, thanks.”

“I’m asking nicely. We could always have the conversation here if you like,” he says, the edge of his mouth twitching up at the corner. “I thought you might prefer not to ruin such an important day-”

“Whatever. Fine. Just move and I’ll wait for you outside.” You push against him but a trail of warmth twists upwards from your hand, the heat almost unbearable as he grabs your arm.

“Don’t run off again.”

You blink a few times and push against his chest hard enough that he shifts one of his feet, stepping behind the other to keep his balance before you hiss, “Me?”

“Not here.” He winks and backs up, giving you room to leave before hesitating for a moment, his eyes furrowed, his lips pulling down into a frown before he walks back towards the living room. What is he playing at now?

Shaking your head, you grab your bag and head out the door. Strolling down the driveway on your way to the street. Your car is a few houses down. Kicking the unfortunate pebble in your path, your fists clench tight while you decide if you should just hop in your car and drive away. Is it wrong to ignore his request? If you leave now you’ll never see him again but isn’t that a good thing?

Still pondering the question, you crush the button three times, the beeping of the car doors unlocking echoing six times before you decide you don’t care what he has to say. Hesitating for a moment, you think of that look on his face before opening the door and sliding behind the steering wheel, ignoring the tight feeling in your chest as you turn the key in the ignition and put it into drive. Fuck him. Let him suffer.

Right as you start to pull from the curb, a figure jumps out in front of your car, forcing you to slam your foot onto the brakes. Your heart beat thumps against your chest, vibrating in your eardrums. His arms are spread out across the hood, his shoulders raising and lowering rapidly; he ran here from the house to stop you. His eyes capture yours - his hooded expression, the hurt in them, catches you off guard. Your body is unable to react in time as he swings around the car, opens the door and jumps into the passenger side seat.

“What the hell?” He leans over, turning off the engine and pocketing the key. “You couldn’t even wait five minutes? I understand not waiting five years, but not even five minutes?”

“What are you going on about?”

“You know, I thought about you a lot while I was away.”

“I seriously doubt that,” you mutter and roll your eyes.

“I did. I missed you.”

“Then you shouldn’t have left,” you say folding your arms over your chest.

“Are you serious?” His laugh is as bitter as the leftover coffee you drank this morning in your rush to get over here. “You told me leave.”

“I told you to leave?”

“You don’t remember?” He frowns, his hand jutting out to circle your head, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not lying,” you say, wobbling your head back and forth with each word, your chin up in defiance. “I believe you were the one who disappeared without a word's notice. It was quite insulting waking up the morning after what I thought had been a magical night to find you gone. Then to find out that you had left the goddamn country, well, that was a mighty blow to the ego. Just another man who couldn’t get what he wanted from a girl and went on to find an easier catch.”

“Wow.” His scrunched up face thins out into a smile before his head flops back and a hardy laugh escapes his lips. “Babe, babe. You mean to tell me that I left you without a word?”

“Yes asshole, and don’t call me that.”

“You know, I felt that connection too. That night meant a lot to me. I never regretted it. I mean sure, I wanted to fuck your brains out, I still do. But I never regretted that night.”

“Then why did you leave?"

“You told me to.”

“I swear to God-”

“Me too. I swear. You said that you couldn’t wait for me, that you wouldn’t wait while I was overseas with school. I even suggested that we try it long distance but you wouldn’t budge. You told me to leave before it became too painful, before we really got hurt. You pushed me away.”

“I didn’t.” Although now that he said it, it did sound like something you would have said.

“We had a few drinks but I didn’t realize you were that drunk or I wouldn’t have listened. I should have tried harder. I shouldn’t have used any excuse to run but if I’m being completely honest right now, I might have been a little scared of how I was feeling. I wasn’t ready and I took the easy way out. I fucked up.” He pushes a strand of hair behind your ear, his lips close to yours. “But I never stopped thinking about you. Giving up on you is the only regret I have.”

“But I-”

The words suspend midair as his lips close the distance, soft lingering kisses that quickly turn deep and hungry as you wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer. Was it all a misunderstanding?

“Forgive me.” He pulls you close, ignoring the arm rest dividing you, his hands as hungry as his tongue that litters kisses across your neck and throat. “Give me another chance.”

And you think you will.

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