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mina-saiyat · 1 month

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jeongyeon being passed around at a jyp investor meeting where they all love thicc girls so they rough fuck her juicy mommy body. she begs them not to cum inside because she's not on birth control, but it makes them fuck her even harder and make sure to cum directly into her womb to breed her and turn her into a real mommy. she's filled with so much cum from different men that she won't know who the father is. that's the real reason for her hiatus

Jeongyeon has a plump figure and a rosy face, exuding the unique charm of a mature woman. Her curvaceous figure, plump breasts and round buttocks made investors excited.

The investors all looked wretched, staring at Jeongyeon's whole body with naked eyes. They exchanged lewd glances and spoke rudely of the sensual young woman's body.

"These breasts are so big! They're bigger than my wife!"

"Her butt is so raised, just look like a slut!"

"Her girlfriend also works in our company, right? It would be great to fuck her girlfriend!"

Jeongyeon blushed at the obscene words spoken by everyone. She desperately covered her chest and tightened her legs, but to no avail. She felt that her lower body was already wet. This feeling of being watched and lusted by so many men made her both scared and excited.

Finally, an investor couldn't hold it any longer and stepped forward to tear apart Jeongyeon's clothes, revealing her plump breasts. Jeongyeon exclaimed and tried to stop him but was suppressed.

The man kneaded her breasts and let out a satisfied sigh: "Damn, it feels so good! She is indeed a top-notch slut!" After saying that, he lowered his head and took the pink nipples into his mouth and sucked them.

Jeongyeon gasped repeatedly, pushing his shoulders with both hands but it had no effect. She knew that her reaction would only fuel the desires of these beasts, but she still couldn't help but twist her body to meet the other's licking.

"Oh… don't be like this… Nayeon is nearby…" Jeongyeonwas so embarrassed that she burst into tears.

Jeongyeon's words undoubtedly inspired everyone's desire to conquer. More investors gathered around, some began to caress her long legs, and some pulled open her skirt, revealing her private parts wrapped in underwear.

"Slut, your underwear is soaked. You obviously owe it to someone to fuck you!" A man smiled and tore off her underwear, and inserted his fingers into her vagina to stir.

"Oh…don't…it doesn't work there…" Jeongyeon whined, her lower body contracting under the stimulation of his rough fingers. She knew that no matter how much she resisted, it would be useless and she could only let these beasts humiliate her.

"Baby, how about we help you have a son?" The other man pulled down his pants, exposing his huge penis. He held his hard cock and rubbed it between her labia. The transparent liquid oozing from the glans was sticky.

"No…I'm not under birth control…Ugh…be gentle…" Jeongyeon felt the tip of the glans squeeze out of her vagina and slowly enter her body. The painful feeling of being filled with a foreign object made her scream.

"I just want you to get pregnant with our seed! Then your son will know whose bastard seed it is, haha!" The man showed no mercy and thrust it as deep as he could, and began to thrust wildly.

"Ugh…slow down…it's too big…" Jeongyeon raised her head, her hair was messy, and she looked at the ceiling with blurred eyes. The pleasure and pain in her lower body were intertwined, giving her a strange feeling that she had never experienced before.

"Slut, scream out! We like to hear your screams!" The other person also took off his pants and pressed his hot penis against her face.

Jeongyeon shook her head feebly, but the man grabbed her hair and forced her mouth to swallow. She felt that her mouth was so full that she almost suffocated. Tears kept flowing down and fell on the man's genitals.

"Ugh…slow…I'm going to be broken…please let me go…" Jeongyeon burst into tears and her consciousness began to blur. She felt like an old ship that had been wantonly destroyed in front of these beasts and was about to sink.

However, her plea for mercy did not elicit the slightest sympathy, but instead aroused a greater desire for violence. More men joined in, lighting fire everywhere on her body, as if they wanted to tear her apart completely.

"Uh… I can't do it anymore… You're going to kill me…" Jeongyeon felt a spasm in her lower body, and her whole body fell into a state of madness. Her consciousness was erratic, as if she was in the clouds or falling into hell.

"What a slutty mouth, even so skilled at oral sex!" The man praised with satisfaction, pushing his waist forward continuously. Jeongyeon was extremely uncomfortable, but she could only let the other party control her.

At the same time, the man who penetrated her also increased his speed, grinding against the sensitive inner walls with each stroke. Jeongyeon screamed uncontrollably, her body twisting with his movements.

"That's it, scream louder!" The man seemed to be very satisfied and pushed deeper. Jeongyeon felt as if she was about to be penetrated by him, and there was an indescribable numbness in her lower body.

Jeongyeon was filled with two cocks in her mouth and vagina. She almost suffocated and her vision went dark. Her breasts were being kneaded and pulled, making her nipples hard and painful. The impact beneath her body became more and more violent, each time reaching the deepest point, as if it was going to penetrate her.

"Uh…um…wu…" She was forced to make a sound of unknown meaning, and her nose was filled with the fishy smell of men. Her vagina leaked a large amount of love juice with each thrust, flowing down her inner thighs and pooling on the ground.

"It's such a wonderful hole, so wet and hot, it almost melts me inside!" The man praised as he fucked her vigorously.

"I can't do it anymore… I'm going… ahh!" Finally, after a deep thrust, Jeongyeon reached her climax, and hot water spurted out and poured onto the man's genitals.

The man groaned, pressed against her cervix and ejaculated. The hot essence was injected into her body one after another, making her fall into a trance.

Finally, after a fierce thrust, the men fucking Jeongyeon's mouth reached climax at the same time. The hot essence spurted out and penetrated deep into her womb. At the same time, another man also smeared white turbidity all over her cheeks and hair.

"It feels so good… Fuck me… I will serve you well…" After the climax, Jeongyeon's eyes lost the clarity of the past, leaving only the haze of lust. She took the initiative to open her legs and let the several penises in front of her take turns to enter her body.

#minasaiyatis #twice smut #twice imagines #female idol smut #girl group smut #kpop smut #jeongyeon smut #twice jeongyeon

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strawchaee · 5 months

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warnings: yandere!twice, stalking, obsessive attitude

summary: when you go on a blind date with them, you are not interested but for them you are the love of their life and they start stalking you

N A Y E O N:

It had been two years since you dared to go out with anyone after your previous partner cheated on you. Your friend Yuna invited you to go on a blind date with a girl she knew. You accepted, thinking it would be interesting to meet someone new. But the date turned out to be disastrous, according to you. Nayeon and you had nothing in common, and she couldn't stop talking about herself, which you didn't like. However, for Nayeon, it was the best date of her life, and she thought she had never met anyone like you. That's when it all began. Despite your efforts to avoid Nayeon, she always found you "by chance." You tried to make it clear that you didn't want anything with her, but she couldn't accept that you didn't love her as she loved you. She kept insisting that you go out with her, as well as driving away your acquaintances and potential conquests. She wanted you to be hers alone, even if it meant pushing people away.

"YN, I just want to love you."

J E O N G Y E O N:

The first date you had with Jeongyeon wasn't great in your opinion, but you decided to give her a second chance. The second time didn't improve your opinion of her either. However, she thought it went well and started calling you every day to check on you. After days of constant calls, you decided not to answer them, which could be uncomfortable since she always asked where you were, with whom, and why you didn't pick up the phone. She demanded your attention even when you didn't want to be with her. One night, she showed up unannounced late at night just to hear your excuse for not answering her call. She continued doing this whenever you didn't answer, showing up where you were and confronting you in front of people.

"Why haven't you answered, darling?"

M O M O:

At the beginning of the date, everything was going well with Momo, but the evening took a turn due to certain thoughts and controlling behavior that didn't sit well with you. You didn't understand why you had to follow her little commands. At the end of the disastrous evening, you made it clear that you didn't like her and asked not to speak to each other again. Unfortunately, Momo decided on her own that you were her new partner. Days after the date, Momo showed up at your home without warning, even though you had never told her your address. She boldly tried to force you into a date with her but, seeing that you wouldn't yield, she entered your house and closed the door. She grabbed your shoulders and coldly threatened you, "You should listen to me if you don't want something bad to happen to your little sister."

S A N A:

The date with Sana didn't go well in your opinion, with minimal conversation topics due to a lack of common interests. In Sana's mind, the date was going perfectly, and she thought your silence meant she had left you speechless. After dinner, you rushed off, hoping to never see her again. However, Sana had other plans. She found your personal information within a few days and even more private details. She called you several times, but you never answered. Concerned, Sana took an unorthodox approach and entered your home, waiting for you all day until you arrived. She had prepared a romantic dinner. You were astonished and a bit scared, wondering how she had entered your home.

"YN, what are you doing standing there? Sit down, and let's start our date."

J I H Y O:

You liked Jihyo as a person, but her involvement in a dangerous line of work made you hesitant to continue seeing her. At the end of the night, with some regret, you declined to see her again, bidding her a small farewell. For Jihyo, it meant nothing. She's a tough and determined woman who works in a mafia. She's cunning and won't let you easily walk away from her. She initiated a plan she thought was romantic but could be seen as sinister. You received daily letters from her, talking about personal things you had never shared with anyone. Sometimes, these letters included photos of your home or even you sleeping. Jihyo wanted you to realize what she was capable of if you tried to leave her side.

"Have you liked the letters? They show how much I love you."

M I N A:

Mina was the only one who made it past the first date with you. She seemed like a responsible, intelligent person who had graduated from one of the best universities in the country. You were captivated by her charisma. Initially, everything went well, but over time, Mina displayed possessive and toxic behavior. You decided to end your relationship with her immediately. You thought you had gotten rid of her, but to your dismay, you encountered her "by chance" as your new boss at work. From that day on, the harassment became unbearable. Mina forced you to visit her office frequently and assigned you menial tasks just to see you.

"YN, what a pleasure to find you at my new job."

D A H Y U N:

Dahyun initially went on the date as part of her usual strategy to find new conquests. However, the date didn't go as she expected, and you noticed her big ego and behavior, which led you to reject her from the beginning. Dahyun was upset that her charms didn't work on you. She disappeared from your life for a while because she was busy investigating you. She's quite stubborn, so if she wants you to fall for her, she'll make it happen. If she can't, she'll try to make your life a bit harder. Dahyun started following you to your dates and clubs. Ultimately, you always ended up alone without a conquest, courtesy of Dahyun, who would disrupt your date and even lie about you to scare away your potential partners.

"Until you fall for me, I'll bother you day after day."

C H A E Y O U N G:

Chaeyoung is a successful businesswoman who worked hard to achieve her success, and she decided to indulge herself with a blind date recommendation. That's how she met you. It was love at first sight for her, even though you didn't share the same feelings. Since that day, Chaeyoung has been controlling you, claiming that you're her partner after just one date. Now that you're supposed to be her girlfriend, she expects you to be more careful with your actions. People are always watching you in her presence in case anything unexpected happens. The situation overwhelmed you because despite making it clear that you didn't like her, you were still under surveillance.

You tried to endure the situation until one day when you arrived at your apartment, you found that none of your belongings were there. Chaeyoung had decided on her own that it was a great idea to move your possessions to her house. According to her, if you were going to be her partner, you had to live in her house.

"YN, are you here already? Why so angry? Look at your new home."

T Z U Y U:

Tzuyu seemed like a normal person at first, but if she became obsessed with someone, her level of obsession would drive that person insane. Tzuyu became infatuated with you from the moment she saw you, as you were her

type. In your opinion, the date wasn't good, and Tzuyu didn't interest you as a partner. However, Tzuyu couldn't stop thinking about you, so she started following you everywhere you went. She took photos of you and sent them to you with small messages written on the back. You felt uneasy about receiving those photos from the start.

Things took a turn for the worse when Tzuyu began breaking into your house and taking many photos there. She left them on your bed, arranging them into a heart shape, with a letter in the center expressing her love for you.

"Darling, I love you more every day. I hope it's mutual."

#twice reactions #twice x reader #nayeon x reader #jeongyeon x reader #momo x reader #sana x reader #jihyo x reader #mina x reader #dahyun x reader #chaeyoung x reader #tzuyu x reader #twice smut #twice scenarios #twice imagines

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glazedyam · 1 month

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Can I request a momo NSFW alphabet?

MOMO NSFW ALPHABET

WC: 0.95

Warnings: Everything that comes with a NSFW alphabet. Literally there’s nothing weird in there, it’s just plain NSFW.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

She’s so clingy. She loves to cuddle with you and hold you close to her heart, as you are the most precious little thing for her. She draws you a bath, cleans you with a rug, and also kisses your forehead.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also on their partners)

Hers: Her abs. Imagine licking those… 🤤 She’s worked hard for them, of course it’s going to be her favorite part of hers!

Yours: Your ass. She loves grabbing it and resting her head on it when she’s tired and you’re laying on the bed.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

She loves to watch you eat her cum. It’s so… dirty and sexy. When the syrupy liquid dribbles down your chin, it turns her on again, so prepare to eat her out even more.

D = Dirty Secret (A dirty secret of theirs)

She’d love to have you seat on her face. It’s just the perfect position to grab your ass! Can you blame her for wanting that?

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

She’s definitely experienced, not as much as her Unnie, Nayeon, but she is experienced. I don’t see her as having that many sexual partners before, but has had her fair share.

F = Favorite position

Doggy. She just loves hitting it from behind. She loves the feeling of your warmth on her hips, especially when she has a strap-on. She adores seeing your ass bounce as her hard, fast, thrusts make it jiggle.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Momo is not as serious when it comes to sex, sure, it’s especial to her to share this moment with you, but she can also laugh or giggle when she makes you embarrassed.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

As I said in the Mina one, Japanese girls are not groomed down there, so she’s quite hairy.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect.)

She likes it when you’re the romantic one, as she really doesn’t care about how the moment comes, what matter to her is how it goes.

J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

She usually masturbates when she’s very busy and can’t blow steam with you. She prefers to use her hands instead of toys. They just feel weird on her.

Kink = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Body worship. Momo treats you like a goddess, and that doesn’t stop in the bedroom. She loves every inch of you, and wants you to know that.

L = Location (Favorite places to do things)

Anywhere. Everywhere. If it’s a place she can bend you over, she’s happy.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going).

She’s mostly motivated to do it when she sees you doing mundane stuff that shows your figure off. Example: when you bend over to pick up a pencil that had fallen off a table. She got the perfect view of your ass, as you were wearing her hoodie, and underwear underneath it. Though she wished you were wearing nothing underneath…

N = No (Turn offs, things they refuse to do.)

Hitting you. Momo loves you and worships you!! How could you expect her to do such a thing?!

O = Oral (Preference in receiving or giving, skill, etc.)

Receiving. She loves the sight of you buried deep between her thighs.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

Fast and rough. She loves the feeling of your ass bounce against her strap-on.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Definitely into them. It doesn’t really matter how much time she spends doing it, as long as she can be with you in the most intimate way, it’s a win for her.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Now, Momo isn’t that into taking risks, she’s more into doing it when you’re both comfortable. Also, she’s kinda possessive, so she won’t like it if you’re both caught in the act.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last).

She’s a dancer, so she can last several rounds until she needs to stop, I’d say 3 rounds before she needs to rest.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

She owns a few toys, like strap-ons, dildos, vibrators… She likes using them on you and watching you squirm.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease).

She LOVES to tease, but doesn’t like being teased herself. She’s a pro at dirty-talking, and she has you blushing in an instant.

V = Volume (How loud are they, what sounds they make).

She’s quiet, and she doesn’t like making sounds or hearing herself make sounds, so she prefers to focus on you and hear you make lewd noises.

W = Wild card

I’m convinced that if Momo was a guy, she’d be HUNG. We’re talking like 8.5/9 inches. She just gives that kind of energy 💋 So yeah, my wild card is that the toys she owns are BIG. So she prepares you for it and makes sure your cunt is ready.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

She has a relatively normal sex drive, she’s more into spending time with you than having sex with you.

Z= = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward).

She has trouble falling asleep, so she often cradles you in her arms and lays there, hearing your breathing and feeling the rise and fall of your chest. It eases her, and really helps her to fall asleep, too.

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Hi~ it’s been a WHILE, but I’m back, amidst of my semester at college and my depression getting worse, but I’m fine now, literally wrote this all in one sitting, so sorry if it’s bad :c

#fem reader #twice #x reader #twice momo x reader #hirai momo x reader #hirai momo #twice momo

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purpleyoonn · 1 year

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Doughnuts and Shell Casings

one shot series // part 1 of ?

summary: you finally gather the courage to leave your routine and do something different. your expectations are blown out of the water as you meet your soulmates in a less-than-expected way.

genre: soulmate au, bts au, mafia au, poly au,

pairing: mafia bts x innocent reader

warnings: robberies/break-ins, attempted kidnapping, murder, reader witnesses a murder, bruises, mafia bangtan, weapon use, very touchy bangtan, blood,

permanent taglist: @m1sss1mp @yourleftsock @skyys-universe @cryingpages @strxwbloody @drissteele @dustyinkpages @iamkookiesforyou @crushedblackroses @fluffy-canada-pancakes @blaaiissee @iiitsmaria @carolinexkpop @azazel-nyx @strawberry-moonpies @g-h-o-s-t-b-a-b-i @knjkitten @kleirielk @foreverweareyoung7 @lachimolala22019 @namuficxs @94z-93 @kimgmzmc @thenaverse @dahliasbouqet @black-rose-29 @tinyoonsblog @take-u-2-an0ther-w0r1d @stellauniverse @stupendouscookiehumanmug @tinyoonsblog @veronawrites @tatyhend

masterlist // one-shot masterlist

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Mornings were always the best for you. You loved getting things done and then having the rest of the day to relax or do whatever your heart desired. It was probably one of the reasons you loved working at a café, that and the free coffee and pastries.

Doughnut was the name of the café, named after the owner’s famous doughnuts she handmakes every morning before opening. Nayeon and Jihyo owned the café and were also some of your closest friends. You had gone to school with them, and the rest of their soulgroup.

There were nine people total within their soulgroup, and you were happy that they were able to complete their soulgroup so early in life. Most people don’t find their soulmates until their twenties, others were lucky enough to grow up with theirs.

Unfortunately for you, you had yet to meet any of the people whose name’s live on your wrist. There were seven names, and you had yet to even hear of them in your twenty-five years. It had you losing hope, but you had faith that you would meet them soon.

“Good morning, Kitty!” Nayeon yelled out to you as soon as you walked in through the back door. She had been calling you that since you were six, since the day you walked into first grade with your favorite stuffed animal: a black cat plushie.

“Good morning, Bunnie!” You yelled back, seeing her working on getting the fresh batch of pastries and sweets out on the shelf. It was your turn to bake the cookies, hence why you were at the café at 4:30 in the morning.

You set out to make coffees first, two for you for Nayeon and one for Sana who would be coming in at five. Once you handed Nayeon her coffee, and after hearing her mumble her thanks, you set out to get the cookie dough you had let freeze over night for easier handling. You spent all day yesterday working on making cookie dough. You made chocolate chip, peanut butter, and sugar cookie dough.

Your sugar cookies were a huge selling point, besides the doughnuts. You spent hours before opening individualizing each cookie, making different characters and designs. You loved seeing the faces of the little kids who come into the shop and pick out one of your cookies. It was a fun hobby for you and you loved the payoff of the business you receive from them.

Once you had a couple batches in the oven to bake and the time set, you moved back to the front to help Sana, who had just arrived, clean and set up the café. It was a smaller café, only around eight or nine small tables and twice as many chairs, but it was your friend groups pride and joy. All ten of you worked there, varying shifts and times.

You, Nayeon, and Jihyo worked the most shifts, as this was your baby. The others all had their own things going on, but never failed to take on one or two shifts a week at the café. It led to many fun times, and lots of happy memories that littered the walls in the form of polaroids.

“Okay my friends, we open in thirty minutes. Let’s have another good day and make even more friends!” Nayeon shouted out, getting your attention as she stood with her hands in the air.

When it was time to open, you already had a couple of customers waiting outside, two of your regulars who had been coming in every morning since you opened three years ago. You actually already had their order ready for them at the counter, two hot chocolates with caramel and two of Nayeon’s chocolate glazed doughnuts.

“Thanks again, deary.” The wife, Mrs. Chang, smiled up at you as you rang in their total. Mr. and Mrs. Chang were two of the sweetest people you had ever met.

“It’s no problem Mrs. Chang. You know we love seeing you both every morning.” You smile back at her, meaning every word. You loved seeing your regulars and learning how their day has been.

“Have you heard about the robberies going on?” Mr. Chang speaks up, a hint of worry in his tone as he looks to the side and out the window. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you take in his words.

“No, Mr. Chang. We haven’t heard anything.” You hand him the change as he motions for his wife to grab their usual table.

“There has been a couple robberies over the past week, most of them taking place downtown in the shopping district but we still worry about you all.” He places a hand on top of your own that rest on the counter.

“Thank you for that, Mr. Chang. I will talk to Nayeon and Jihyo and see if we can’t figure out some more safety measures.” You try to smile reassuringly at the older gentleman, not quite sure what you could do, but it seems to work as he smiles back and nods his head.

“Good. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to our favorite girls.” He grabs his hot chocolate and goes to sit down.

His words had you kind of worried, wondering if at some point the robberies would make their way to where you were located. You hoped that the college district was far enough away that you were safe. You looked over to the measly double lock that the front door had and moved to turn to Sana.

“We need to figure out our budget and see what kind of safety measures we can add to the building.” Sana quirks her head at you, questioning your statement. You lead her to the back where Nayeon was and explain to them what Mr. Chang said.

They were also a little worried, Nayeon telling you both she would talk to Jihyo and look at the budget to see what you all could do. That was all you could really do for the moment without looking at the numbers so with that you all went back to work.

It was a normal day, the flow ebbing off around eleven but returning around one when classes let out for the science building at the local university. That meant rush hour for your café as the crowds of students came for caffeine refuels or sweets to tide them over.

This meant that it was time for Dahyun, Momo and Jeongyeon’s shift. They would be taking over for you and Sana as it was Nayeon’s day to run the shop. You both were going to meet Chaeyoung for lunch as she had a free period before her next class.

“Bye Bunnie! By Hyunie! By Yeongie! By Momo!” You and Sana both shouted out in unison, your normal departure ritual, each earning bye’s in return as the door closed behind you.

The two of you walked the couple blocks it would take to get to the restaurant.

“You know, you should get out more, like take up a yoga or painting class or something.” Sana was nonchalant as she suggested. The soulgroup had been trying to get you out of your hole for years. They thought you spent too much time in the shop or at home.

“You don’t need to worry about me. Getting out isn’t really my…thing.” You shrugged in response. It was true, you were completely content with just relaxing at home or being at the café. You weren’t the person to party or drink. It just wasn’t something you enjoyed.

“It’s just, the more places you go to, or things you do, the more likely it is you’ll meet your soulmates.” She explains with a saddened tone. They all hated watching you retreat into your shell. They knew that you thought it was too late for you to meet your soulmates and noticed how you stared at your soulmark when you thought no one was looking.

They just wanted you to be happy.

“That’s why I’m doing what I’m comfortable with. I’m going with you and Chaeyoungie to lunch and we’ll be there to hang out.” You appreciate their love and friendship, but you aren’t comfortable with putting yourself out there, even if it is to find your soulmates.

“And I’m happy you are going!” Sana squeals as she wraps her arms around your shoulders. “You never go to lunch with us!” She wasn’t wrong. It had been a long time since you had gone to lunch with one of your friends. You usually brought lunch with you and ate it in the back or went home to eat.

Within another five minutes you had made it to the restaurant, seeing Chaeyoung wave at you from her window seat. It seemed she made it early to grab you guys a table.

You smiled wide as you saw your younger friend. You both shared the same birthday; you only being born a year before. You bonded quickly over that, dubbing yourself the ‘birthday twins” after meeting.

“Youngie!!”

“Y/n-ie!” You both run to her, almost crashing into each other as you wrap your arms around your friend. You hadn’t seen her for a week, you both being busy with work and school.

When you let go, Sana was already at the table looking at the menu. Chaeyoung drags you over and has you sit next to her as she goes to hand you a menu as well.

“Okay so I already got our drinks. They should be coming soon.” Chaeyoung broke the silence from you looking at the menu. You hadn’t been to this restaurant before, but you know the girls frequented it a lot.

“So, what have you been up to Youngie?” You turn to her and ask.

“I’ve been finishing up my sculpture! It is almost done and I think I only need one or two more sessions before I can start glazing it.” Chaeyoung is in the middle of getting her art degree and is taking a ceramics class for the first time.

She was nervous when she first started, so you were happy to see her getting excited about it now that a couple months have passed. She was also in a photography course, which you knew she was even more excited for.

“What is your sculpture going to be?” You ask as your drinks arrive.

“She won’t tell us. She says it’s supposed to be a surprise.” Sana states, narrowing her eyes at her younger mate, a teasing glint in her voice. Chaeyoung begins to blush at her mate’s tone, rolling her eyes dramatically to deflect.

“Because it is. I wouldn’t have to keep it a secret if someone didn’t break my last sculpture on accident.” Chaeyoung accuses, looking directly at Sana as she spoke.

“Hey! It wasn’t my fault that Jihyo accidentally knocked into the vase!”

“Yes it was! If you weren’t trying to bite her shoulder then she wouldn’t have fallen into my vase!” You looked back and forth between the two, excitedly watching the drama unfold as the two continued on.

However, despite the growing entertainment, your stomach was rumbling with hunger and you needed to get food into your system or you were going to cry. You look around for your waiter only to notice something sticking out the back of a man’s jacket. It was black and shiny and had your nerves standing on end.

You looked up to see if you could recognize the man only for him to already be looking at you, a smirk resting on his lips as he winks at you. Your eyes widen as he moves to place his finger on his lips, a “be quiet” gesture.

You quickly turn to Sana and Chaeyoung who were still arguing over whose fault the broken vase was.

“We need to leave. Now.” Your quiet voice and urgent tone as their own figures freezing, turning to look at you to see you visibly shaken.

“What’s going on Y/n?” Sana asks you, leaning in closer to you over the table. You open your mouth to respond only for a scream of terror to cut you off.

You move to yank your friends under the table with you, hearing the words “freeze” and “get down” yelled all throughout the restaurant. Once you know that your friends are okay, huddled together under the table, you risk your courage and move slowly to peer out from under your cover.

There were three men standing up, guns in hand and aimed at who appears to be the owner of the restaurant. You can hear your ears ringing as you watch the scene play out in front of you.

“We told you. Boss gave you three weeks to give him the money back you owe him.” The one in front spoke, his voice slightly pitchy but nonetheless attractive as he spoke up, tone cold as he cocks his gun at the trembling man.

“I—I’m sorry Sirs! I’ll get you the money. I swear!” The man cries out, only for a gun shot to ring out.

One of the employees was trying to crawl past the men, passed you and to the door. You couldn’t look away as the man tried to crawl to you, hand grabbing onto your forearm where your marks were.

“help plea…” Another shot rang out as the man fell to the ground. You gasped, moving your hand to cover your mouth as you looked to your other, blood now smeared across your soulmarks as his hand continued to clutch onto you.

You could feel the tears falling down your cheeks as you look at the man, the life gone from his eyes as they now stare, unblinkingly at you. You could vaguely hear Chaeyoung and Sana calling your name, can feel the tugging on your shit stop once the footsteps start.

One of the men was now kneeling down in front of you, yanking the man’s arm off of you and grabbing you to stand up. He had a grin on his face, barely concealed by his lips moving.

“Poor baby. Let’s just clean that up.” He pulls you in the direction of the other men, both wearing their own smiles as they watch their partner drag you.

He pulls you and makes you stand in front of the owner, still crying as the guns aimed at him never faulted. He steadies you upright, hands on your shoulders as he make you face the owner.

“Can our sweetheart here clean up in the back? She’s got a little something on her arm.” Both you and the owner glance down at your arm, the reminder of red making more tears pool in your eyes. The man looks at you with a worried look, “sorry” written all over his features as he points to the back.

“Speak up!” One of the men behind you speaks, tone sharp as the owner jumps in his boots.

“You can go through there. The sink is to the right.” He cries out, fists clenched to his sides as the man walks you forward past the counter where the man was standing. You can see his hand moving out, only for it to snap back to his side.

“Don’t touch her!” The same man shouts, a slight growl to his tone this time, like he was speaking through anger.

The one in the middle, the main leader it seemed, still hasn’t spoken. He just stares hard at the owner, almost begging him to move and give him the chance to shoot. It was unnerving as you had a full view of his face as you tried to scrub the blood off your forearm.

The man who grabbed you still stood behind you, flush against your back with his hands on your shoulders. You had no clue what he was doing or looking at, but you had to bite your lip to hold back your sobs.

“Do you need some help there, baby?” His voice was right next to your ear, causing you to flinch a little. The man just chuckled before reaching for your arm. You knew you couldn’t say no, couldn’t deny him when they had guns aimed at everyone.

You let him move you around so he could face you. While he was scrubbing at your mark, you took the time to study his appearance. He wore a long black coat that seemed designer from how nice the material looked. He was wearing jeans and some nice boots. His face though, was otherworldly.

He was beautiful. Ethereal even. His features were sharp, as if sculpted by the gods. He had a mole on his nose and if you looked closely enough, you could see one under his eye. He seemed to be smiling as he cleaned your arm, paying closer attention to one of the names on your mark, rubbing it with his thumb.

Once the blood was cleaned up, he held your hand in his and stood back up. You watched him nod to his partners who then got busy. Within seconds the owner was shot, and two of the employees who were there were in similar states, screams of terror and panic sounding from the eating area.

The man holding your hand had moved you passed the owner, making you step over him instead of moving around. You noticed Chaeyoung and Sana watching you with tear marks stained to their faces. You wanted to move to them, reassure them you were okay, but you didn’t know if that was true.

“Hello darling. Sorry about the mess.” The man who shot the owner was now smiling down at you, his smirk turning to a smile as he moves his hand to cup your cheek.

Jimin almost coos at you as he watches you shake. You didn’t even realize who they were. You were probably too focused on your fear to feel the tingles running up your spine at their hands touching you.

You can’t even speak you were petrified. Jimin knew you wouldn’t be like that for much longer, not when they brought you back. But it had to wait for now. There were too many witnesses and Namjoon would kill him if they harmed you in any way.

“Don’t worry, everything will be okay.” He squeezed your cheek in his grip before reluctantly pulling away.

“Are these your friends?” Your heart skipped as he gestured to Sana and Chaeyoung who were frozen, watching the scene in front of them. You nodded your head only for the tallest man to chuckle.

“Use your words, darling.” You couldn’t tell if the shiver you felt was from fear or something entirely different but nodded again.

“Yes sir. They are my friends.” You managed to whisper after trying to clear your throat.

“Good girl.” The leader spoke in your ear before turning back to your friends, motioning for them to stand up. They both slowly stood up, limbs locked from fear as they clung to each other.

“Now, why don’t you make sure our darling here gets home safe. We don’t want any more blood on her hands.” The men laugh at the joke, but the humor doesn’t reach you nor does it reach any other person in the building. You can still see one or two more customers hiding behind tables, watching everything unfold.

You don’t know why you were singled out, nor why the men smiled at you the way they did, but you figured they were just sick, finding everything funny as if they didn’t just shoot four people dead.

Jimin let everyone go free, knowing they couldn’t identify them even if they tried. No one would believe them anyways. They had the cameras shut down over an hour before they even arrived, Yoongi doing his job and more as he is probably already uncovering everything about you.

The three of them watch you walk out, shaking as you cling to your friends.

“She’ll be clinging to us soon enough.” Jungkook wraps an arm around Jimin’s waist, knowing exactly what his older mate was thinking. Taehyung nods his head in agreement.

“She had her eyes practically glued to me the entire time I was holding her. She even started to relax in my hold, not that she noticed.” Jimin quirked his eyebrow, smiling as he opened the door to the car.

“Such a sweet little thing. I know Jin is going to love her.” They all laugh, knowing just how much Jin is going to love their innocent soulmate.

“Probably won’t let her leave. He’ll keep her with him the first couple months maybe, spoil her rotten.” Jungkook quips back, a knowing glint to his eyes as he remembers his own first couple of months with his soul group.

“Oh, like you weren’t sucking his dick two months in!” Taehyung exclaimed, his head hitting the passenger side window as Jimin takes a sharp turn. Jungkook just shrugs his shoulders.

“Yeah, so. What’s your point?” Rolling his eyes, Jimin just reaches for his phone, hitting the first speed dial.

“Hey baby, we’ve found her.”

-*-*-

“Someone get her blanket for her!” You were pushed onto your sofa as Jihyo yelled out, motioning for your favorite blanket. It was a light blue, worn down from use but still felt as soft as the day you got it. You had brought it with you through three different moves and almost losing it to your grandmother’s dog a couple years back.

It was your comfort item and if there was ever a time where you needed it, it would be now.

Chaeyoung managed to text the group chat a SOS message, letting them know what happened. And while they were all worried for everyone, Sana made sure to let them know exactly what happened when you got to your apartment and everyone was waiting for you.

“Here you go, Bunnie.” Nayeon handed you your blanket before taking her seat next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and almost bringing you into her lap. They were all scared and worried for you.

“Why you? Out of everyone in the restaurant? Why you?” Jeongyeon asked the most obvious question, something the others didn’t really want to think about.

“It was weird. Once the man started crawling to her, I noticed the robbers get really angry, like visibly shaking before one of them shot the man.” Chaeyoung spoke up from her place on Mina’s lap. Her voice quiet as she goes through her memory of the events.

“And then one of them walked up to her, pulled her up and helped her clean her arm of the uh, of the blood.” Sana choked out, adding onto what Chaeyoung was saying.

“Did they say anything to you Y/n?” Momo asked, leaning on her knees as she moves so she can look directly at you.

“They just…kept trying to take care of me, calling me pet names and asking if I was okay.” You were unsure of everything that happened. You felt like your brain was making things up, trying to twist the events so you weren’t traumatized. You almost felt like you were lying to yourself.

However, one thing stuck in your head, no matter how many times you tried to forget about it.

“When the man helped me clean my arm, he kept rubbing at my soulmark.” Your words stump the others, shock moving through your friends as you stare at the pillow on your lap. No one knew what to say or think.

“He was probably just shocked by the number of names on your mark. You know it’s not really common to have a huge soulgroup like we do.” Nayeon reassured you. She knew exactly where your mind was going.

You were wondering if these men were your soulmates. No one besides regulars at work have ever been that caring and nice upon meeting you, especially when they were robbing the establishment where you were eating.

“Yeah, let’s not worry about it. They probably just saw an opportunity to make someone uncomfortable and took it.” Dahyun agreed with Nayeon, but her reassurance was light, as if she wasn’t really sure she believed her own words.

“How about this, let’s just order some pizza and watch movies. A girls night, like when we were younger. It’ll get your mind off of everything.” Tzuyu’s quiet voice spoke up in the silence, watching all of her unnies stew in their worry. She knew there was nothing they could do for now, so they needed a distraction.

“That’s sounds great baby! I’ll order our usual.” Jihyo gets up from her spot and moves to grab her phone while Dahyun and Jeongyeon crawl form their positions on your floor to your bookshelf, all of your movies lined up on the black piece of furniture.

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elryuse · 16 days

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Can I request Dom Yandere Jihyo to force the reader to worship her body, both meet in the gym Jihyo gets obsessed with the reader because he is much better than her ex who cheated on her?

!TOTAL SUBMISSION!

Yandere Dom Jihyo X Male Reader

Jihyo grunted with exertion, the familiar burn in her muscles a welcome sting. Sweat plastered her dark hair to her forehead, clinging to the soft curves of her face. Her gym clothes, a black tank top and neon green leggings, hugged her toned body like a second skin. Each clang of the weight plates was a rhythmic counterpoint to the pounding of her heart. Lost in the zone, she barely noticed the new face in the gym until a soft grunt of frustration broke her concentration.

Across the room, a guy with tousled brown hair struggled with the weight on the leg press. His brow furrowed in concentration, and Jihyo couldn't help but notice the way his biceps strained beneath his t-shirt. Curiosity piqued, she padded over, her form a testament to hours spent sculpting her body.

"Hey, seems like you need a spotter," Jihyo offered, her voice light and friendly.

The guy jumped slightly, startled by her sudden presence. He looked up, revealing warm brown eyes that widened in surprise. "Oh, uh, hey," he stammered, a light blush creeping up his neck. "Yeah, I'm not really used to this weight."

Jihyo smiled, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes. "No worries, happens to the best of us. Let me help you adjust it a bit."

With practiced ease, she demonstrated the proper technique, guiding him through the exercise. As he finished the set, he offered a shy smile and a grateful, "Thanks, I appreciate it."

"No problem," Jihyo winked. "I'm Jihyo, by the way."

"Y/n," he replied, extending his hand. Their fingers brushed, sending a jolt of electricity through Jihyo. It was a fleeting touch, but the memory of it lingered even after she returned to her own workout.

Later that day, after a grueling session that left her muscles screaming, Jihyo finally dragged herself home. She unlocked the door with a tired sigh, picturing a relaxing evening with her boyfriend, Minho. The image shattered the moment she stepped inside.

There, on their living room couch, sat Minho, his arm draped possessively around Nayeon, her best friend. Their laughter, laced with something more intimate, sent a wave of nausea crashing over Jihyo. They were kissing, oblivious to the world around them.

Betrayal, hot and stinging, flooded Jihyo's veins. She didn't scream, didn't cry. Instead, a cold fury settled over her, replacing the exhaustion with a steely resolve. With a calmness that surprised even her, she grabbed a gym bag and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

The familiar clang of weights echoing in the gym was a siren song to Jihyo's rage. Back in the haven of her training ground, she tore off her padded jacket, revealing the sweat-dampened tank top clinging to her toned physique. Every rep, every set became a release valve, channeling the white-hot anger coursing through her.

Suddenly, a familiar voice cut through the rhythm of her breathing. "Hey, Jihyo? You alright?"

Y/n stood there, hesitant yet concerned. Jihyo gritted her teeth, the anger momentarily switching targets.

"Yeah, I'm great," she spat, sarcasm dripping from her voice. "Just working out on some frustration I have ."

Y/n frowned, sensing the storm brewing beneath her calm exterior. He didn't pry, but his presence served as a silent anchor in the swirling chaos of her emotions. Jihyo pushed herself harder, each clang of the weights a punctuation mark to her silent vow.

"Hey, I think you could maybe take a break for a minute or two, " Y/n suggested after a while, concern etched on his face.

Jihyo ignored him, her focus solely on the weights. But Y/n wouldn't be deterred. He gently placed a hand on her arm, snapping her focus.

The molten anger in her eyes startled him. Yet, before he could react, Jihyo surprised him even more.

"Come with me," she said, her voice a husky whisper.

Confused, Y/n followed her out of the gym. The night was young, the air thick with unspoken emotions. Jihyo led him to his apartment, her hand never leaving his arm.

Inside, the tension crackled like static in the air. Jihyo tossed her bag aside, her movements brusque and decisive. Y/n, still unsure of what was happening, watched as she peeled off her sweaty tank top, revealing the defined curves of her upper body.

"Worship it," Jihyo commanded, her voice low and dangerous.

Y/n blinked, his confusion morphing into something else entirely as he met the glint in her eyes. Here, in the starkness of his own apartment, Jihyo was a different person, a predator cloaked in sweat and Dread coiled in Y/n's stomach like a hungry viper. He wasn't sure what had gotten into Jihyo, the idol he'd only interacted with briefly earlier that day. Her usual bright energy was replaced by a dark intensity that sent shivers down his spine. Yet, a strange mix of fear and fascination kept him rooted to the spot.

"Worship it," she repeated, her voice softer this time, but laced with a possessiveness that made Y/n gulp. He hesitantly stepped forward, unsure of where this was headed.

"Jihyo, I... I don't understand," he stammered, his voice barely a whisper.

A humorless smile played on Jihyo's lips. "Just touch it," she commanded, gesturing towards her toned abs. "See how hard I've worked for this body. This? This is what you saw at the gym, this is what you helped me with."

Y/n's fingers hesitantly brushed against her warm skin, sending a jolt through him. Her abs were rock-solid, each ripple a testament to her dedication. But the touch felt wrong, charged with an unsettling intensity.

"More," Jihyo hissed, her voice laced with a desperate edge. "Show me you appreciate it. Show me you see me more than just an idol."

Y/n's hand trembled as he traced the line of her sculpted muscles. He wasn't an object for her to use, a statue to admire. Yet, caught in the storm of her raw emotions, he found himself unable to resist.

He gently traced the lines of her sculpted core, marveling at the strength beneath his fingertips. Jihyo let out a ragged sigh, her eyes fluttering closed. Seeing her like this, so vulnerable yet forceful, stirred a potent cocktail of desire and fear within Y/n.

"Lower," she whispered, her voice husky. "Touch me everywhere."

Hesitantly, Y/n trailed his hand lower, the heat radiating from her body scorching his palm. He brushed against the soft curve of her hip, the flimsy leggings doing little to hide the taut muscles beneath.

Jihyo arched into his touch, a low moan escaping her lips. Her eyes snapped open, their intensity magnified by the dilated pupils.

"Good," she breathed, her voice rough with restrained desire. "This is mine. This body, this sweat, this strength... it's all for you to admire. To worship."

Y/n felt a wave of panic rise within him. This wasn't attraction, it was obsession. He understood her anger, the betrayal that had driven her to this desperate state. But he wasn't a replacement, a cure for her emotional turmoil.

He tried to pull away, but Jihyo's grip on his arm tightened.

"Don't leave," she pleaded, a vulnerability slipping through the cracks of her facade. "They betrayed me, everyone did. But you... you saw me. You helped me."

The weight of her words settled heavily on Y/n. He saw the pain flickering in her eyes, the raw vulnerability beneath the fierce exterior. Yet, the possessiveness in her voice filled him with a chilling dread.

"Jihyo, listen to me," he said, his voice firm. "You're hurting yourself. Let me help you."

Jihyo scoffed, the sound harsh and devoid of humor. "You can't help me. But you can do this for me. Just this once, worship what I've built, what I sacrificed for."

Y/n's heart ached for her. He wanted to reach out, to offer genuine comfort instead of this twisted form of admiration. But the look in her eyes, wild and desperate, held him back.

He forced himself to meet her gaze. "Jihyo, this isn't healthy. You need to talk to someone, and get help."

A flicker of anger crossed her face, replacing the vulnerability. "I don't need help," she hissed. "I need someone to see me, the real me. And you saw me at my strongest. Now, show me you appreciate it."

Y/n's mind raced. This wasn't a situation he could reason his way out of. He had to play along, at least for now. But the taste of fear lingered on his tongue, a grim reminder of the web he was getting entangled in.

With a deep breath, he ran his hand along her sculpted arm, tracing the path of her veins that pulsed beneath the surface. He murmured words of praise, hollow and empty even to his own ears.

Jihyo seemed to relax slightly under his touch, her breathing slowing down. But a spark of mania still flickered in her eyes, a stark contrast to the determined idol he'd met at the gym earlier.

The night wore on, a twisted dance of fear and...desire playing out under the harsh glare of the apartment lights. As the fabricated praise flowed from Y/n's lips, Jihyo's initial intensity morphed into something more playful, albeit equally unsettling.

A glint of amusement danced in her eyes. "That's good," she purred, leaning closer until their faces were inches apart. "But can you do better? Imagine this isn't just any body, but the body of your idol, the one you admire from afar."

Y/n swallowed hard, the artificiality of the situation leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. "Jihyo, I—"

"Shh," she cut him off, a finger pressed against his lips. "Just play along. Pretend I'm on stage, bathed in spotlights, and you're a lovestruck fan in the front row."

The image was disturbing, a stark contrast to the Jihyo he'd seen pouring her heart out at the gym. He forced a smile, feeling like a puppet on her strings.

"Alright, Jihyo," he began, his voice strained. "You're incredible. Every step, every move, you radiate power and grace. You're an inspiration."

A triumphant smile spread across her face. "Yes! Now, tell me," she leaned in further, her breath warm against his cheek, "which part of this inspiration do you find most… inspiring?"

Y/n's gaze darted around the room, desperate for an escape. His eyes landed on a framed photo of Jihyo on her shelf, a radiant smile gracing her face. It was a stark reminder of the vibrant idol he'd admired, not the woman currently manipulating him.

"Your smile," he blurted out, relieved to have landed on something safe. "It's… beautiful."

Jihyo's smile faltered for a split second, a flicker of disappointment crossing her features before it was masked by amusement once more.

"My smile, huh?" she drawled, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm. "That's a bit generic, don't you think? What about something a little more… specific?"

Dread coiled in Y/n's stomach. He knew where this was headed, and a part of him desperately wished he could rewind the night and walk out the door.

"Like what?" he managed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jihyo's playful demeanor vanished, replaced by a hungry intensity. Her eyes burned into his, a possessive glint that sent shivers down his spine.

"Tell me," she pressed, her voice a husky murmur, "what part of this body you found most… tasteful at the gym?"

Y/n's cheeks burned with shame. He knew what she was referring to, the sculpted muscles that had served as a silent anchor during her emotional turmoil. The very muscles he'd praised moments ago now felt like a trap, a reminder of the unhealthy dynamic he was caught in.

Hesitantly, he mumbled, "Your… Strength It's impressive."

Jihyo's face broke into a wide grin, a touch too wide to be genuine. "My Strength, huh?" she repeated, her voice laced with something that sounded suspiciously like a challenge.

Suddenly, she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the center of the room. Relief washed over Y/n, a small spark of hope flickering amidst the growing fear. Maybe she was done with this strange charade?

But his hopes were quickly dashed as Jihyo positioned him in front of a full-length mirror. Her eyes, alight with a manic glint, locked with his.

"Now," she purred, her voice a seductive whisper, "tell me, how strong do you find me… right now?"

Y/n's reflection stared back at him, a stranger caught in a twisted game of obsession. He knew he couldn't keep playing along, not without risking further entrapment. But the possessiveness in her eyes, the raw desperation beneath the facade, terrified him of the consequences of refusal.

He stood frozen, caught in a web of fear and a misplaced sense of responsibility towards the fractured woman before him. The silence stretched, thick with tension, as Jihyo's playful demeanor morphed into something far more dangerous. The line between admiration and obsession, he realized with a jolt of terror, had already been crossed.

The silence was shattered by a loud rapping at the door. Jihyo's head snapped up, a flicker of annoyance crossing her features. It was a distraction, unwelcome at this moment.

Y/n, still reeling from the intensity of the situation, looked at the door with a flicker of hope. Maybe whoever it was could be a way out of this twisted game.

The rapping became more insistent, accompanied by muffled shouts. "Jihyo, open up! We need to talk!"

Recognition dawned on Jihyo's face. A smirk played on her lips, replacing the manic intensity with a calculated coldness. "Looks like my ex decided to grace me with his presence," she announced, her voice dripping with disdain.

Y/n's heart sank. This was not the kind of escape he'd envisioned. In fact, it might make things worse.

Jihyo marched towards the door, her grip tightening on Y/n's hand in a silent show of possessiveness. He flinched at the sudden contact, the feeling a stark contrast to the playful teasing of moments ago.

Swinging the door open, Jihyo revealed a flustered Minho, Nayeon trailing behind him with a sheepish look.

"Jihyo," Minho began, his voice laced with a desperation that Y/n found repulsive. "I... I'm so sorry. Can we please talk?"

Jihyo let out a humorless laugh, the sound echoing eerily in the small apartment. "Talk?" she repeated, her voice low and dangerous. "There's nothing left to say."

She glanced back at Y/n, a possessiveness glinting in her eyes that sent shivers down his spine. But there was something else there too, a silent plea for validation. Taking a deep breath, Y/n squeezed her hand back, a gesture of silent support.

Jihyo's lips curved into a triumphant smile, a stark contrast to the defeated look on Minho's face. "See, Minho?" she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "This is what happens when you cheat on someone who actually cares about you."

She then turned to Nayeon, her gaze cold and unforgiving. "And you," she spat, "consider yourself lucky I don't expose your two-faced ways to the entire fandom."

Nayeon shrunk back, shame coloring her cheeks. The once confident idol looked like a scolded child under Jihyo's withering gaze.

With a final flourish, Jihyo wrapped her arm around Y/n's waist, pulling him close. "Now, if you'll excuse us," she said, her voice laced with a dangerous sweetness, "me and my new boyfriend have more important things to attend to." Without hearing answers from both minho and Nayeon, Jihyo immediately shut the door close.

The echo of the slammed door hung heavy in the air, a grim punctuation mark to the dramatic scene that had just unfolded. Jihyo, her eyes still blazing with the embers of righteous anger, turned back to Y/n. The possessiveness that had flickered earlier now burned with an unwavering intensity.

"Did I do good?" she asked, her voice small, a stark contrast to the fierceness she'd displayed just moments ago.

Y/n, heart hammering against his ribs, knew a lie wouldn't suffice anymore. He saw the desperation clinging to her like a second skin, the raw emotion that had fueled her actions. He opened his mouth to speak, to offer some semblance of comfort, but Jihyo cut him off.

"No words," she said, her voice firm despite the tremor in her hands. "Show me."

Before he could react, she grabbed his face, her grip surprisingly strong. Her lips, once playful, met his in a searing kiss, a desperate plea for validation masquerading as passion. It was a kiss unlike any he'd ever experienced, a mix of desperation and possessiveness that sent shivers down his spine.

He tried to pull away, a feeble attempt against her iron grip. "Jihyo, this isn't—"

"Quiet," she hissed, her voice laced with a dangerous edge. "This is how it has to be. You saw me at my strongest. Now, show me you appreciate it. All of it."

Y/n's mind raced. This wasn't a game anymore. This was obsession, a twisted need for control that terrified him. He knew he should fight back, break free from her hold. But the vulnerability flickering in her eyes, a stark contrast to the possessiveness, held him back.

He forced himself to respond, the kiss hollow and devoid of any genuine emotion. Every touch, every brush of their bodies, felt like a betrayal of himself, a descent into a dark and twisted fantasy.

Jihyo, however, seemed to revel in it. Her grip tightened, her movements becoming more aggressive, a stark contrast to the playful teasing of earlier. In her mind, this wasn't a night of manipulation, but a night of claiming what was hers. This man, who had witnessed her vulnerability, her strength, was now bound to her by an unspoken oath of secrecy and a twisted form of intimacy.

As the night wore on, the line between admiration and obsession blurred beyond recognition. Jihyo, fueled by a warped sense of possession, showed no signs of letting go. And Y/n, trapped in a web of fear and misplaced empathy, found himself playing along, a prisoner in the idol's twisted game of love and obsession.

The night ended not with a sweet promise, but with a chilling silence. Jihyo, her eyes glazed with a manic gleam, held Y/n close, her grip a physical manifestation of the emotional shackles she'd placed upon him. He knew then, with a chilling certainty, that this wasn't the last act of this bizarre play. This was just the beginning, a tangled web of obsession that would bind him to the idol in ways he never could have imagined.

~ The End ~

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bebeyeyo · 10 months

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no words needed | jihyo

genre: fluff

pairing: jihyo x fem!reader

tag: @lovinhyo

jihyo walks into the small building of the coffee shop that is quite popular in seoul these days. one that nayeon and jeongyeon have been in many times, but she never had a chance to try this place out.

well, today is that day. and the idol was thankful considering right now it’s her lunch break away from the company.

jihyo didn’t really want anything that would make her feel sick afterward, so she just settled on an iced americano to order.

she scrolls through her phone while waiting in line, moving up from looking down at the ground, seeing what fans were up to these days, or messaging her members or family.

eventually, it was finally jihyo’s turn to order.

putting her phone in her back pocket, she looks up with a small smile, her breath hitching.

“hello! how can i help you?”

jihyo couldn’t even comprehend what the beautiful cashier said in front of her. all she could do was admire her lovely facial features.

from every beauty mark to dimple; jihyo was entranced to say the least.

seeing her name tag, y/n, the idol felt butterflies in her stomach.

how could a beautiful woman have a pretty name to go along with her?

“h-hello?” the woman said again seeing how jihyo was seemingly zoned out.

the idol snaps out of her daze and chuckles nervously, “oh, i’m so sorry.”

you smile shyly, “it’s okay. how can i help you?”

you ask in an accent which makes jihyo tell that you’re foreign.

“i’ll just have a medium iced americano, please”. you suddenly just went silent and stuck.

you recently only moved to korea about a week ago. and while you were settling in, you didn’t know korean much at all. only some words and common phrases. and you couldn’t read it well, either.

“c-coffee?” you ask with hesitation and a nervous look on your face.

jihyo nods slowly with a smile and a bit of confusion, “yes.”

you searched for anything to try and understand what jihyo meant. it was only when you saw the plastic menu that was taped onto the counter for customers to see when you pointed at everything that was a coffee beverage.

jihyo follows your finger where you pointed at the coffee.

she then looks back up at you.

“this?” you ask.

the idol had a sudden struck of realization hit her her like a train as she looks at you.

jihyo smiles softly with a soft chuckle feeling her lips as she pulls out her phone wordlessly, going to the translator onto her phone and handing her phone to you to use.

“you can use this.” she says.

you smile a little taking her phone from her hands gently and you type in your native language in the phone before handing the phone back to jihyo.

‘what kind of coffee would you like, miss?’ she reads.

jihyo smiles with a small giggle leaving her lips before she types into the phone once more, handing it back to you before pointing to the iced americano picture on the menu.

you smile with a nod with a small “yes!” leaving your lips in korean.

jihyo couldn’t help but giggle once more finding you incredibly adorable as you put in the order on the screen.

you pass the phone back to jihyo which reads ‘would you like anything else?’

jihyo shakes her head politely before handing you her card and you swipe it.

once you do, you take cup and sharpie before looking at her.

“n-name?” you ask.

“jihyo.” she responds with a warm smile before going to sit down at a table as you made her drink.

which didn’t take long because not for long, jihyo saw you coming from her preverbal vision with her drink.

“thank you.” jihyo takes her drink, her eyes not leaving yours.

you only nod with a soft smile, taking a seat in front of jihyo which catches her off guard, but she’s not complaining.

taking out your phone, you type into your translator app before sliding it across the table to jihyo so she can read it.

‘thank you for being patient with me. i do not know korean well.’

the idol found this cute, a smile that cannot leave her lips as she types.

‘it’s okay. and don’t worry, i know you’ll become fluent in time. learning a different language is hard.’

you smile as you read what jihyo said. looking up at her with a shy smile before speaking up.

“um…your number? may i have?” you ask as you try to translate in your head, your cheeks turning red feeling like you may have messed something up in saying this.

but jihyo understood you perfectly.

“good job! you did so well!” she cheers, and although you couldn’t understand that, her smile and cheer is a symbol that you did something right, which warmed your heart.

jihyo saves her number in your phone before giving it back to you.

before you can say anything else, one of your coworkers call your name which makes you sigh softly.

“have to go.” you say. jihyo gives you a small pout making you giggle.

“you cute.”

jihyo takes your hand in hers gently, “you’re cute, too.”

you blush immensely from this action before your coworker calls your name again.

you wave to jihyo, “bye.”

she looks down at her watch realizing she’d be late to practice, so she stands up as well with you.

“bye. it was nice to meet you.” she says with a wink.

you smile before giving her a small kiss on the cheek before hurrying back to the counter where you had to help another customer.

jihyo’s blush remained on her cheeks as she left the coffee shop, but not before glancing back at you, and butterflies were in her stomach once she saw you were looking at her, too.

#twice imagines #jihyo x fem reader #park jihyo #twice fluff #twice jihyo #darlinggtwice

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