#threads. [ minji. ]

[lgcsori]

make it closer

sori has never had many friends, nor much interest in making friends. sori isn’t exactly good at making friends, she sees them as a distraction in her busy life, and she has a habit of seeing everyone as her rival. she has a few friendships, but she’s never really felt like she really wanted to befriend some. sori knew nina, they weren’t close, but knew each other, the other fabula members? she’d never met them. but for the first time in forever, she was trying her best to befriend them, friendships with her fellow members were something she genuinely wanted.

she sits at a restaurant, minji in front of her. “have you been here before?” she asks to get the conversation started. sori doesn’t often go to restaurant (then again, she’s mostly only found in three places: school, practice room or dorm). spending time alone might make the friendship come easier, and sori wants to get to know the other. “i’m glad you wanted to eat dinner with me” she shows a smile. “if we’re ever in the area, my mom owns a restaurant, i’d like to take the group along and taste her food”.

GO! @lgcxminji

#it's been put in... → queue #lgcsori #today you got... thread #lgcxminji #on the menu? make it closer #today's partner? minji #( just let me know if i should change anything ! )

[leolgc]

pantomime 

pantomime - a type of musical comedy stage production designed for family entertainment.

leo wasn't someone who was well-versed in musicals. nor was he someone who could sing or dance. but being able to learn different types of acting or mediums to the craft would always be something that could only benefit someone. after working well with @lgcxminji for martine he figured why not keep this budding acting friendship alive? he had heard from someone that she had a past in theater. that was something that he could learn a great deal of knowledge from.

and leo. well, he was going to college for acting and directing. so there were things that he could bring to the table. but on the other hand. why did either of them need a reason to have an acting workshop partner?

so it was decided that on one of the days that they were free, they were to meet at the company. in one of the acting rooms, and practice some of what they knew.

#this starter sucks. I'M SORRY!! #minji 002 #thread: minji #thread: pantomime #lgc:wc002 #072023 #lgcxminji #brightcloud ― threads

[lgcstella]

。⋆˖⁺ spinning out

@lgcxminji ㅤpresent day.

ㅤㅤ✉️ to minji: so, hear me out ㅤㅤ✉️ to minji: i get off work earlier tonight than i thought... ㅤㅤ✉️ to minji: and we keep talking about how we need to get out more... ㅤㅤ✉️ to minji: 📍 ( address pinned: low key lounge, gangnam-gu ) ㅤㅤ✉️ to minji: 👀 ?

#lgcxminji #✩ 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 | threads #☆ minji | spinning out

[chcngmiins]

ele falou que a musica era 'pra mim, arrumando o casaco de marca no corpo esguio, seu olhar para reflexão no espelho era partes igual apreciativo e desnecessariamente crítico . mas não gosto da ideia de ser muse de alguém , muita responsabilidade. e sendo o bom playboy que era , ele fugia da palavra com todas as forças. um pouco de diversão era comum , estava sempre em busca de distrações que não tomassem tempo de seus objetivos - mas coisas sérias lhe reviravam o estômago. podia quase ouvir o pai gritando que jamais seria algo se não pudesse comprometer-se a nada. enfim, eu sumi e agora ele não para de me encher. virando-se para a amiga , balançou as mãos um pouco em nervosismo. tem certeza que esse casaco não me engorda cinco quilos ? eu tenho que aparecer na frente de uma câmera.

@minvji

#two. ― threads. #ft. minji !

[apcthetics]

*˖ ⊹       THE  SUNSHINE  WAS  WARM,  filtering  through  a  small  number  of  white  clouds  to  dance  across  the  crowds  of  new  yorkers  scattered  throughout  the  park.  overhead,  birds  fluttered  through  the  trees,  rattling  the  fresh  spring  leaves  as  they  jumped  from  branch  to  branch.  on  the  ground,  minji  laid  on  her  back,  arms  extended  above  her  as  she  scrolled  aimlessly  through  instagram  with  one  well-manicured  finger.  scattered  on  the  blanket  around  her  were  remnants  of  the  afternoon’s  picnic  :  a  few  slices  of  cheese  scattered  across  a  wooden  board,  a  glass  bottle mostly  emptied  of  it’s  contents,  a  half  eaten  container  of  strawberries.  twigs  and  leaves  and  dead  cherry  blossoms  had  gotten  tangled  in  her  hair  as  she  rolled  back  on  the  grass,  but  minji  didn’t  think  twice  of  it,  too  engrossed  inside  her  screen  to  take  notice  of,  well,  anything.

       “  it’s  so  posed  !  “  she  was  complaining,  exhaling  a  frustrated  huff  as  she  rolled  over  onto  her  stomach.  pushing  up  to  her  knees,  she  thrusted  her  phone  in  the  direction  of  her  friends,  a  free,  slender  hand  landing  on  the  checkered  fabric  in  front  of  her  for  balance.  the  screen,  dim  compared  to  the  sun,  showed  a  recent  photo  :  a  certain  ex-boyfriend,  standing  next  to  his  new  girlfriend,  their  arms  partly  wrapped  around  each  other.  “  so  proud  of  tonight’s  reading  !  can’t  wait  to  see  what  you  do  next...  eughk  !  “  her  lower  lip  jutted  out  as  she  brought  the  phone  back  towards  her  chest.  she  frowned  at  it  for  a  long  moment  before  clicking  the  ‘  off  ‘  button  and  letting  it  clatter  to  the  ground  in  front  of  her.  “  i  bet  she’s  not  even  a  good  writer  !  “  deflating,  she  sat  back  on  her  heels,  hands  both  coming  up  to  press  against  either  side  of  her  forehead.  “  no.  she’s  probably  a  great  writer,  otherwise  they  wouldn’t  publish  her.  ugh. “  slowly,  her  fingers  crept  down  her  face,  pulling  her  skin  down  with  it,  before  they  dropped  into  her  lap.  “  i  am  this  close  to  completely  giving  up.  nova,  pretty  please  tell  me  your  gamer  boy  has  introduced  you  to  someone  that  isn’t  disgusting  and  you  can  help  a  girl  out. “  /  NOVA  (  @overwhlcmed​​  )  &  ANA  (  @cherryflcvoured​​  )

#*˖ ⊹ minji kyung ☆ﾟ ( thread ) #*˖ ⊹ minji kyung ☆ﾟ ( ft. nova ) #*˖ ⊹ minji kyung ☆ﾟ ( ft. ana )

[cherrylgc]

obvious oblivious

             oblivious is a word pretty fit for cherry.

    how do you join a company while having zero idea which artists are in this company. you can’t just walk past someone in your company while having zero idea they’re an idol in your own company. oh but cherry is much worse than that, she didn’t just get a quick glimpse of someone and not be able to recognize them, no, she’s worse. she straight up talked to an idol with zero idea of who they were, she was talking casually to this person, no formality at all. then one day she decides getting to know the idols in the company, after of course having been in the company for around nine-ten months. she starts with the girl groups, working from oldest to newest, and after a full two weeks, she could now name three out of five of the members in blazing.

obviously it was not going well, and this would probably take some time. cherry wasn’t the smartest, had the memory of a goldfish. yeah her smartness was definitely not what she was liked for, pretty good she had a nice personality and was pretty, without those who knows where she would end.

she’d met minji at the family concert, and though minji was just giving cherry advice, cherry liked minji and wanted a friendship from the other. so they’d met again besides their busy schedules, well, mostly minji’s busy schedule. cherry wondered, how was minji so busy all the time, was this normal for trainees who had been in legacy for long? cherry takes a sip of her hot chocolate when suddenly minji mentions something something ‘fansign’. she turns her head quickly to look at the other, “fansing?! trainees have fansigns now? i didn’t think trainees were popular enough for that, there’s barely any content about us” she hums then continues “or i guess you’ve been a trainee for a while? you’ve been in a lot of variety shows and youtube videos maybe?”.

written for... @lgcxminji

#lgcxminji #other side - minji #cherrylgc #shine bright ON ! thread #this side - obvious oblivious

[staronline]

  ❪    ཐི♥︎ཋྀ    ❫     dear   @svcreds​​  ,    

             “  who  was  that  ?  they  were  very  .  .  friendly.  ”

#╰ ♡ . 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐢. … ( 𝟎𝟎𝟏 ) thread. #svcreds #a jealous minji @_@ assume whatever connection u wish!!

[toxicfvmes]

jaewon was inside his shop taking solace while nursing his sprained ankle, hoping that the shitty government was going to take care of what’s happening in new york. he was just people watching from his window when he saw someone familiar passing by. his eyes were tricking him most likely, but he couldn’t help himself when he limped his way out of his shop and called for that person’s name, “minji?” it’s been so long since he’s last seen her. 

@memorymistress​ 

#jaewon's (thread) #arc one finale (event) #w. nam minji

[kissablening]

PLAYING AROUND — pham hanni

pairing — idol!hanni x non idol!reader

synopsis: based on the verse , met her when she was a fan, we fell in love…not inlove baby its js lust.. , from wet dreams ; odetari | in which hanni makes a stan twt acc, and “accidentally” gets close to a fan..

featuring: newjeans , ive , + more

genre: idol x fan , wlw , strangers to lovers , twt au , stan accs , smau

status: ongoing! ( 3am updates lol )

profiles: new👖's , fruitcups , others

THREAD ONE —

01. ur ratios go crazy

02. this is what they see me as.

03. frr wym 2015???

04. i agree with minji

05. lets be soo fr rn..

06. too early…

07. a secret

08. shes js silly

09. passenger princess

10. pretty ass moots

THREAD TWO —

11. get out my dms

12. let me rant in peace.

13. she kinda…

14. besties?

#⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ࣪𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 #hanni pham #hanni x reader #hanni texts #newjeans smau #kpop imagines #kpop smau #fanfiction #𓍢 ›𓂃 ִֶָ ࣪

[nhularin]

oh, say it ditto

PAIRING situationship!jungwon x reader GENRE angst, highschool AU WARNING insecurities, miscommunication?? WC 0.7k

❕series masterlist

November 21, 1998

"is it true?" minji, your friend, asked as she plopped on the chair in front of you, a melona ice stick in her hand "are you and yang jungwon from class 4 really dating?"

you paused. what were you supposed to tell her? ' yes we are' and then get turned down by the boy you liked like a fool? yeah, that's not going to happen.

so you only shook your head. as much as you didnt like the idea, you and jungwon aren't a thing, and he apparently has no intentions of making it official.

despite the late night calls or him waiting for you after school to walk you home, he has never confessed how he really feels about you

the small chit chat lingered in your head for the rest of class. insecurities and what ifs haunted your mind like a parasite not willing to leave its host. a frown etched on your forehead as you leaned on your chin, lost in your own world.

a cold sensation touched your skin, a gasp leaving your lips as you looked up to the perpetrator. and there he was, the boy who's slowly breaking your heart grinning like an angel fallen from grace.

"class prez, are you thirsty?" he asked with a bottle of banana milk in his hand, doe eyes forming into crescents and dimples leaving your legs wobbly. if you weren't already seated, you would've definitely fallen.

but silence hung heavy in the air and you didnt dare to speak. too afraid that his presence will make your voice betray you.

"thank you" you say with faux confidence.

why is he here? you never spoke at school, keeping your relationship out of sight from everyone. "im a private person" he has told you, but is that really the truth?

the absence of his affirmations left your heart wobbling and struggling on a fragile edge, desperately grasping onto threads of hope.

Like you a little, don’t want no riddle

maybe, just maybe, he needed time to sort through the maze of his own emotions. Maybe he was as afraid as you were, terrified of crossing the boundaries of friendship into something more.

"let me walk you to your next class, yn."

you heart ached and screamed for resistance, to turn him down and let you heal.

but you nodded.

December 18, 1998

but as days turned into weeks, doubt crept into the deepest recesses of your heart. fear of rejection clawed at your self-esteem, whispering cruel reminders of your misplaced hope. maybe you had misread everything. maybe his silence was a rejection in disguise, too painful to be spoken aloud.

February 17, 1999

each interaction became a tug-of-war in your mind, balancing on the precipice between euphoria and heartache. you weaved through the labyrinth of mixed signals, dissecting his every word, searching for hidden meanings. his smiles, his laughter, the moments you shared together, all fueled your longing for something deeper, for a connection that transcended the uncertainties of a situationship.

Say it, say it back, oh, say it ditto

and so, you found solace in the uncertain, cherishing the pieces of hope that still shimmered within. in the quiet depths of your heart, you held on to the possibility of reciprocated love, hoping that maybe one day, he would find the words to express what his silence couldn't.

but as the drizzling rain pattered against your window, a cruel realization settled within—a truth too raw to ignore. the love you craved, the affirmation you eagerly wanted, may never come. And with that realization came acceptance, a bittersweet realisation to the heart

November 21, 1999

each unspoken word became a chapter left unwritten, leaving room for unanswered questions and unresolved emotions. and though the journey with Jungwon held the potential for a love story, its unwritten conclusion deemed it as a tragedy, with you as its protagonist.

leaning against the window pane, your gaze shifted from the rain-streaked glass to the world beyond. a mixture of sorrow and comfort laced your heart as you realized that sometimes, the most beautiful stories were those that remained untold. and as you moved forward into the future, you carried with you the lessons learned, the strength gained, and a love that may forever remain stuck in the confusing space between what was and what could have been.

do you think about me now?

#2/7 of enhypen as newjeans songs #k labels #kflixnet #hyfenet #jungwon angst #jungwon scenarios #jungwon x reader #yang jungwon x reader #yang jungwon fluff #enhypen headcanons #enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen smau #jungwon headcanons #enhypen #jungwon #jungwon fluff #jungwon imagines #jake angst #jay angst #heeseung angst #niki angst #sunoo angst #sunghoon angst

[elryuse]

yandere ceo minji x secretary y/n ft. hanni???

A CEO Stole my Boyfriend

YANDERE CEO MINJI X MALE READER X HANNI

The jasmine first appeared subtly, a fleeting whiff that brushed past my nose as Y/n leaned in for a kiss. It was a foreign scent, not the familiar citrus and vanilla of my own perfume, but a heady, floral aroma that lingered long after he pulled away.

"What's that smell?" I asked, wrinkling my nose playfully.

Y/n, usually unflappable, stumbled over his words. "Uh, I, uh... must've walked by a new air freshener at the office."

His cheeks flushed a tell-tale pink, and a tiny seed of doubt sprouted in my gut. It was a flimsy excuse, but I chose to believe him. After all, Minji, our CEO, was notorious for pushing her employees to handle her eccentric demands. Extra-long hours and experimental air fresheners seemed par for the course.

But the scent persisted, clinging to Y/n's clothes like a secret memory. It coincided with the creeping changes in his behavior. Long hours at the office morphed into disappearing weekends, punctuated by terse phone calls and hurried excuses. The man known for his boundless energy and infectious smile seemed perpetually drained, a dark circle blossoming under his usually bright eyes.

"Work stress, huh?" I said one evening, trying to sound casual as I traced a finger along his furrowed brow.

Y/n flinched, his smile strained. "Yeah, just a rough patch. Minji's got us all jumping through hoops lately."

"Well, tell her to take it easy on you," I said, my voice tight with a growing unease I couldn't quite place. "You deserve a break."

He offered a weak smile. "I will. Maybe we can finally take that Napa Valley trip after all."

The anticipation crackled between us, a promise whispered under stolen kisses and shared dreams. Then, the announcement. Minji, her perfectly manicured nails tapping a staccato rhythm on the conference table, declared a "critical business trip" to LA. Y/n was needed, she proclaimed, urgency lacing her voice.

The air in the room went cold. "But what about our trip?" I blurted out, unable to contain the tremor in my voice.

Minji's eyes, usually calculating, flickered with something akin to amusement. "Oh, the Napa trip? I'm sure you two can reschedule. This, however," she said, her gaze lingering possessively on Y/n, "can't wait."

That night, as Y/n packed a meager overnight bag, the jasmine scent overwhelmed me. It clung to his clothes, a tangible reminder of the secret life he seemed to be leading. My voice, usually brimming with love, faltered as I asked, "Something's wrong, Y/n. Tell me."

He met my gaze, the usual warmth replaced by a flicker of panic. "It's just work, Hanni. Nothing to worry about."

"Is it, though?" I pressed, my voice barely above a whisper. "Because lately, it feels like there's a whole lot you're not telling me."

Y/n sighed, running a hand through his already ruffled hair. "It's complicated, okay? Just trust me, this trip is important."

But trust, that fragile thread that bound us together, began to fray at the edges. The following weeks were an agonizing ballet of deceit. Calls became scarce, filled with awkward silences and fabricated stories about "unexpected board meetings" that stretched late into the night. The Napa Valley trip became a painful memory, a cruel promise unfulfilled.

One evening, as Y/n hurried off to another "late-night meeting," my suspicions reached a boiling point. "Where are you really going, Y/n?" I demanded, my voice laced with a newfound steel.

He hesitated, the jasmine scent swirling around him like a poisonous fog. "It's... work, Hanni. You wouldn't understand."

"Try me," I said, my voice trembling with a mixture of anger and hurt.

Just then, Minji's voice, dripping with saccharine sweetness, echoed from the doorway. "Don't worry, Hanni. Y/n's just helping me with a little... late-night brainstorming session." Her eyes, cold and calculating, met mine for a fleeting moment before flickering back to Y/n. "We wouldn't want the company to suffer because of a little weekend getaway, would we now, darling?"

Y/n flinched at the pet name, a flicker of something akin to disgust crossing his face before it was quickly masked by forced compliance. "Of course not, Minji," he mumbled, his voice devoid of its usual warmth.

Minji's smile widened, the tips of her perfectly manicured nails glinting under the harsh office lights. It was a smile that promised both reward and punishment, depending on who she was addressing. Her gaze, previously cold, softened slightly as it landed on Y/n. "Excellent. Now, shall we get going, darling?" she purred, her voice dripping with a possessiveness that made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.

Y/n offered a weak nod and mumbled a goodbye as he scurried past me, the jasmine scent clinging to him like a shroud. The air grew thick with a suffocating silence as the door clicked shut behind him. Minji's smile, once playful, morphed into a predatory smirk as she turned her icy gaze towards me.

"So," she drawled, her voice taking on a mocking tone, "worried your little weekend getaway plans got foiled?"

My throat tightened, the words catching in my chest. Fear, cold and primal, coiled in my stomach. Minji wasn't just our CEO; she was a force of nature, a hurricane with a designer wardrobe. Witnessing her manipulate Y/n with such ease sent shivers down my spine.

"It's not a 'little' getaway," I managed to force out, my voice barely above a whisper.

Minji scoffed, the sound sharp and dismissive. "Oh please, darling. Don't tell me you and Y/n actually have anything exciting planned. Movie night and takeout for the hundredth time? Sounds thrilling." Her words were laced with a cruel amusement, each syllable designed to tear down the fragile image of our relationship.

Tears pricked at my eyes, blurring the already distorted image of Minji reflected in the glass wall behind her. Maybe she was right. Our relationship, while comfortable, lacked the spark she seemed to be dangling in front of Y/n. But to expose our vulnerabilities in front of this woman, this predator, felt like signing a death warrant.

Before I could muster a retort, Minji glided closer, her smile morphing into something sinister. Her perfectly manicured nails tapped a haunting rhythm on the glass wall beside me. "You see, Hanni," she hissed, her voice low and dangerous, "Y/n craves excitement. He craves a challenge. Does takeout and Netflix offer that?"

I flinched at the venom in her voice, the way she spoke of Y/n as if he were a prize she'd already claimed. "We have a connection you wouldn't understand," I choked out, a desperate attempt to reclaim some semblance of power.

Minji threw her head back and laughed, a cold, hollow sound that echoed in the empty office. "Oh, honey," she cooed, her voice dripping with false sympathy. "The connection you have is about as exciting as watching paint dry. Trust me, Y/n deserves more. He deserves someone who can match his brilliance, someone who thrives on the same energy he does."

"And who might that be?" I whispered, my voice barely audible.

The smile on Minji's face widened, revealing a glimpse of something sharp and predatory beneath the veneer. "Why, me, of course," she purred, leaning in so close that I could smell the cloying sweetness of her jasmine perfume. "Y/n and I," she continued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "we understand each other. We push each other. We're a perfect storm, darling. And let me tell you," she added, her eyes glinting with a chilling possessiveness, "he much prefers the view from here."

A strangled sob escaped my lips, tears streaming down my face. Her words were a brutal assault, stripping away the years of shared laughter, quiet nights in, and whispered dreams. In her warped reality, the comfortable love we shared was nothing compared to the thrilling chaos she offered.

Minji, seemingly satisfied with the devastation she'd wrought, straightened her designer blouse and adjusted her diamond necklace. "Well, this has been delightful," she purred, her voice saccharine once more. "But duty calls. Enjoy your… quiet evening, Hanni."

As she turned to leave, she paused for a moment, her gaze lingering on me with a malicious glint. "Oh, and one more thing," she said, her voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "Don't even think about trying to get in my way. Y/n belongs to me now."

With that, she swept past me, leaving behind a trail of toxic sweetness and a suffocating silence.I collapsed into the nearest chair, the sobs racking my body morphing into a broken, tearful mess. The woman I loved, the man I thought I knew, both seemed to be slipping through my fingers, stolen by a predator who thrived on manipulation and control. The future I'd envisioned, a future filled with shared dreams and laughter, lay shattered at my feet, replaced by a chilling uncertainty that promised nothing but heartache.

Hours bled into one another, the silence of the apartment deafening. Every creak of the floorboard sent a jolt of fear through me, every rustle of leaves outside my window sounded like approaching footsteps. Finally, the sound of the key turning in the lock shattered the silence.

Y/n stumbled in, his face etched with exhaustion. The jasmine scent, once overwhelming, was now faint, barely clinging to him. Relief, a sweet and unexpected sensation, flooded my chest. But before I could speak, he sank onto the couch, burying his face in his hands.

"Y/n" I whispered, my voice hoarse from crying.

He looked up, his eyes red-rimmed and weary. "Hey," he croaked, his voice strained. "Sorry I'm late. Minji kept me swamped with work."

My heart hammered against my ribs. "Work, huh?" The word tasted like ash in my mouth.

He sighed, a deep, weary sound. "Look, Hanni, about the trip…"

"Forget the trip," I whispered, cutting him off. "What's going on, Y/n? Who is she?"

He hesitated, his gaze flickering around the room before settling on me. "It's complicated," he began, then stopped, running a hand through his already ruffled hair. "She... she needs me, Hanni. For the company, I mean."

The lie, flimsy and transparent, hung heavy in the air. "Needs you how?" I pressed, my voice trembling.

Y/n winced, as if the truth pained him. "Look," he said, his voice low, "there's a big deal in the works, and Minji... she wants a public image boost. Apparently, being seen with a successful, 'happily engaged' partner is part of the strategy."

My stomach lurched. Engaged? The word echoed in the room, a cruel mockery of our crumbling relationship.

"Engaged?" I choked out, the word a foreign sound on my tongue.

"It's fake, Hanni," he said hurriedly, reaching for my hand. "Just a show for a month, to close the deal. Then everything goes back to normal. I promise."

His touch, usually a source of comfort, felt foreign now. Doubt gnawed at me, a persistent, unwelcome guest. "A month?" I echoed, my voice barely above a whisper. "A month of pretending to be in love with her, while I sit here alone, wondering if you'll even come home at night?"

Tears welled up in his eyes, mirroring the ones staining my cheeks. "Hanni, please. You have to trust me. This is about our future, ours. If I lose this deal, we both lose our jobs. You know how ruthless Minji can be."

His words held a chilling truth. Minji wasn't above playing dirty, and the thought of losing everything, our relationship and our careers, sent a fresh wave of terror through me.

Y/n cupped my face, his touch gentle but his eyes filled with a desperation that mirrored my own. "This is just temporary, Hanni. I love you. You know that, don't you?"

I searched his eyes, desperately seeking the truth. "Yes," I whispered, my voice thick with tears. "But what if this 'temporary' situation changes something? What if..."

"There are no ifs, Hanni," he insisted, his voice firm despite the tremor in his hand. "We'll get through this. Together."

His words offered a fragile comfort, a lifeline in a storm of uncertainty. But as I looked into his exhausted eyes, a flicker of doubt remained. Could our love survive a month-long performance of fake love with a manipulative predator? The answer, like the future itself, remained shrouded in a chilling uncertainty.

Tears streamed down my face, blurring the image of Y/n cupping my cheeks. His voice, raw with emotion, echoed in my ears. "This is just temporary, Hanni. I love you. You know that, don't you?"

"Yes," I whispered, clinging to his words like a lifeline. The terror of losing him, of losing everything, receded replaced by a fragile trust. "We'll get through this. Together."

He pulled me into a tight embrace, his body trembling against mine. In that moment, our love felt like a shield against the encroaching darkness. But unbeknownst to me, the darkness had already taken root.

Across town, in a luxurious hotel suite overlooking the city, Minji watched the news report with a triumphant smile. Y/n, his face pale and drawn, stood beside her, a hand awkwardly resting on her waist as they announced their "engagement" to the world. The image was perfect – the epitome of power couple success.

But behind the carefully crafted facade, a different story unfolded. Moments before the cameras rolled, Minji's demeanor had shifted from playful CEO to a cold, calculating predator. A glint of madness flickered in her eyes as she brandished a small, silver pistol, the weight of it chilling in Y/n's hand.

"See, darling," she purred, her voice laced with a dangerous sweetness, "sometimes a little incentive goes a long way. After all, I wouldn't want anything to happen to your precious Hanni, would we?"

The world spun around Y/n. The image of Hanni's tear-streaked face, filled with a love that knew nothing of the storm brewing around them, flashed in his mind. The gun felt foreign in his hand, a grotesque symbol of the twisted game he was forced to play.

Terror choked him, a cold, metallic taste in his mouth. He knew then, with a chilling certainty, that Minji wasn't bluffing. This wasn't just about a business deal or a public image boost; this was about possession, about claiming him as her own twisted trophy.

Tears welled up in his eyes, blurring the image of the predator before him. "You can't do this," he choked out, his voice barely a whisper.

Minji's smile widened, devoid of warmth. "Oh, but darling," she cooed, leaning in close, the scent of her jasmine perfume thick and cloying, "I already have."

With a cruel laugh that echoed in the opulent room, Minji shoved the gun back into his hand. "Now come along, fiancé," she purred, her voice dripping with a venomous possessiveness, "the world awaits its new power couple."

Y/n, his heart a lead weight in his chest, allowed himself to be led, a puppet on the strings of a madman's twisted game. As they stepped out into the blinding glare of the cameras, his smile felt like a lie, a mask hiding the terror that gnawed at his soul. He was trapped, a pawn in a deadly game, forced to play along for the sake of the woman he loved, oblivious to the darkness that now hung over their future.

As Y/n and Minji entered the office hand-in-hand, a wave of unexpected chaos greeted them. Gone was the usual quiet hum of productivity; instead, the air crackled with a manic energy. Cheers erupted from cubicles, confetti rained down from the ceiling, and streamers, a tacky explosion of colors, adorned the walls. Managers, usually stoic figures of authority, popped champagne bottles, their faces flushed with something more potent than bubbly.

Hanni, who had been anxiously waiting by the entrance, felt a cold dread seep into her bones. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the cacophony of celebration. She watched, paralyzed by a horrifying realization, as her co-workers, oblivious to the truth, showered congratulations on the "happy couple."

Minji, her smile stretched wide and predatory, reveled in the attention. Y/n, on the other hand, seemed like a ghost amidst the pandemonium. His face was pale and drawn, his eyes filled with a haunted emptiness.

One of the managers, a normally reserved woman named Sarah, approached them, a bottle of champagne clutched in her hand. "Congratulations, you two! We're all so thrilled!" she gushed, spraying them both with a liberal dose of bubbly.

Y/n offered a weak smile, the clinking of the glass against his shaking hand the only sound he managed. Minji, however, took center stage. She draped her arm possessively around Y/n's waist, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness.

"Thank you, Sarah! We're so happy to share our news with everyone." Her gaze, sharp and calculating, flickered towards Hanni who stood frozen by the door. A cruel smile played on her lips as she leaned in close to Y/n, her voice barely a whisper.

"Now," she purred, her eyes gleaming with malicious intent, "how about you seal the deal with a kiss for your fiancee?"

Y/n flinched, his body recoiling at the touch of her lips. But trapped in his web of lies, he had no choice. He turned towards Hanni, his eyes filled with a silent apology, and leaned in. The kiss, devoid of any passion, was a grotesque parody of intimacy played out for a cheering audience.

Hanni's world shattered. The man she loved, the future they had planned, all felt like a cruel illusion. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring the scene before her. The cheers, the congratulations, the celebratory atmosphere – it all felt like a twisted nightmare.

Through the haze of her heartbreak, she saw Minji's triumphant smirk. It was a victory dance on the ruins of her love, a chilling reminder of the predator who had snatched away her happiness.

Grief and a cold fury warred within her. She wouldn't let Minji win. She had to find a way to expose the truth, to save Y/n from the monster he was now entangled with. But how? In the midst of the celebratory chaos, a desperate plan began to form in her mind. She had to act fast, before it was too late.

Hanni stumbled back as the cheers died down, the taste of champagne metallic on her tongue. The office, once a familiar space, now felt like a gilded cage, the air thick with the stench of Minji's victory. Y/n stood beside her, his face an emotionless mask, a heartbreaking reflection of the love they once shared.

"Congratulations are in order, wouldn't you agree, Hanni?" Minji purred, her voice dripping with false sympathy. Her perfectly manicured nails tapped a cruel rhythm against a champagne flute.

Tears welled up in Hanni's eyes, blurring the image of the celebrating crowd. Defeat was a bitter pill to swallow, but the thought of losing Y/n altogether was an unbearable prospect. She had to play along.

"Y-yes," Hanni stammered, forcing a watery smile. "Congratulations to you both."

Y/n's gaze flickered towards her, a flicker of pain crossing his features before being quickly masked by a practiced smile. "It's for the best, Hanni. You understand, don't you?"

Her heart ached, but a new resolve hardened her voice. "Yes, Y/n," she said, her voice surprisingly steady. "If this is what makes you happy, then I… I support you."

A slow smile spread across Minji's face. This was the reaction she'd craved, the sweet surrender of a rival. "Oh, Hanni, darling," she cooed, leaning in close. The jasmine perfume was almost intoxicating, a heady mix of power and danger.

"There's always room for one more in this little game," Minji continued, her voice laced with a hint of amusement. "Perhaps you could be Our devoted… Pet. A loyal friend, always by Our side, wouldn't that be delightful?"

The suggestion was repugnant, a twisted mockery of their love. But the thought of being near Y/n, even under these humiliating circumstances, was a lifeline in a storm of despair.

Swallowing her pride, Hanni offered a weak nod. "Yes, Minji. I would… I would love to be your P-pet."

A triumphant glint sparked in Minji's eyes. "Excellent!" she declared, clapping her hands together. "Then this calls for a toast! To new beginnings, and a very happy… unconventional family!"

The champagne flute felt heavy in Hanni's hand as she clinked it against Minji's. This wasn't the future she'd envisioned, but it was the only way she could see Y/n again. She had become a pawn in a twisted game, a pet to appease a predator. But within the confines of this gilded cage, a spark of defiance flickered. She would bide her time, gather evidence of Minji's threats and manipulations. One day, she would expose the truth and reclaim her love, even if it meant playing the part of the devoted companion for a while longer. The game had just begun, and Hanni, though forced to her knees, was far from broken.

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[For you are loved.]

- New Jeans x Ex-IZ*ONE! Reader

Request: You can write New jeans(separate) x Ex-izonereader Who is exhausted because he takes so much criticism (Like Wonyoung, only worse because she suffers🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️😓😓😦)and just goes to them and lays on top of them, but oh..they fall asleep..just cute, Your works are too cute!!!!💗💗💗🐰🐰🐰😍😍

Warning(s): Cursing, self-hatred, cyber bullying, etc.

A/N: This is fluffy in the end so don’t be scared to read it because of the warnings. Love y’all, have fun!

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“I just don’t get why you’re with them.”

You froze.

You’re currently at a sign event, meeting hundreds of Bunnies, and having a chance to talk to them.

Everything went smoothly. You smiled at fans, they screamed, you said hi, they screamed, and when you posed for pictures you could hear clicks louder than the ones you heard on a red carpet.

Maybe you should’ve expected not everything could be that perfect.

A certain fan - although it’s clear she has a favorite - made you anxious the moment she sat down in front of you. You were last in the line, so you were able to watch the others interact with her. She brought small wrapped gifts for all your members, but when she arrived at your table, it was clear she was empty handed.

Not even a piece of paper for you to sign at a fucking sign event.

“I… I’m sorry?”

“You heard me.” She crosses her legs, folding up her arms on her chest. “I don’t understand why Ador even considered you to join.”

Realizing what’s happening, you quickly glance at the manager - unfortunately he’s busy handling an overexcited fan with Dani.

“I..”

“I don’t want your stupid signature, it’s the same lazy one you had with IZ*ONE.”

Oh.

“You should’ve just stayed alone and pathetic after the disbandment rather then ruining a perfect group.”

Wow.

“You’re an eye sore - do you even know that? A fucking rat standing next to the goddesses. Every day I pray that you get caught in a stupid scandal and leave like th-”

“Excuse me. Your time is over.”

The ‘fan’ quickly glares at the manager, and hurriedly leaves, stomping purposefully. He gently puts a hand on your shoulder.

“Sorry I came too late. You can stay out for the rest if you’d like-”

“It’s okay! I can’t keep my fans waiting. Thank you though.” The fake smile clearly doesn’t ease up your manager’s mind, but he knows you well, and decided to leave you back to work with a simple pat.

—

On your way home you started to read the comments about the interaction.

The same girl decided to brag about her interaction on Twitter. You recognized her username, having seen her and several other fans that loved New Jeans, but hated you.

From editing songs and group photos to exclude you, apparently they decided to finally face you and say the same things that they posted on the internet more directly.

Her post gained attraction -and even though the replies were filled with Bunnies protecting you and explaining how the poster went too far - several replies were filled with hate towards you.

How untalented you are.

How much they hate your voice.

How you didn’t deserve to be with them.

And even a very detailed; ‘100 reasons why Y/n should leave NJ’.

“Number 23, her personality is way too bitchy...” You accidentally mumble out, causing Hyein to snap her head towards you.

“What in the world are you reading unnie?!”

The commotion caused all the girls to look back at the two of you, watching as Hyein snatches your phone out of your grip.

She takes a few seconds to scroll through the thread, as her face becomes more and more sour.

“H-Hyein! Give it back-!”

The younger girl furiously taps on your phone and shuts it off before handing it to you.

“Wha- what did you do?”

“I reported them. Don’t worry about it unnie.”

“But-”

“What the hell are you guys up to?”

Minji, finally awoken from her nap, looks at the two of you with furrowed eyebrows.

“Some asshole was saying shit about Y/n unnie.”

“Woah! Language!”

“My reaction is nothing compared to what Hanni unnie would say if she saw it.”

“Why are you dragging me into this?!”

Minji, now more concerned by the maknae’s reactions, stared at you.

“EVERYONE I’M TRYING TO SLEEP HERE.”

Haerin’s (rare) loud voice clears the van.

“We’ll talk when we get home.”

—

You quickly ran towards your bedroom, locking the door to avoid any contact. You shove your face into the bed letting out a loud groan.

‘I’m used to this. You’re used to this Y/n. This happened 4 years ago, it shouldn’t be that surprising for it to happen again...’

It was the same hate you received ever since you even joined Produce. It always happened, it always existed.

So why does it hurt so much this time?

Was it the comparing? Was it the comment about your skill? Maybe it was the way your members caught your brooding this time.

God, you hope they don’t know about the other times.

The nights you spent awake, wasting your mind reading disgusting comments from older videos. The holidays you spent crying alone at the dorm as you read yet another article about how you ‘mocked someone’. The hours you spent at the company, running your bones and muscles until you felt like ‘you deserved to be with them’.

You’re the most experienced one out of the whole group. You know how common negative comments are.

But it hurts so much more when you’re with the girls.

“Unnie?”

A knock causes you to shoot up from your crying session.

“Y-… Yup?! Yeah??”

You stumble towards the door, but before you could open the door, the full mirror next to your closet made you hesitate.

You teary face and clearly red eyes stopped you from opening the door.

“Um.. do you need something Dani?”

“Oh, yeah. The six of us are gonna have a movie night! Don’t you remember..?”

Shit. You forgot.

“I.. I’m sorry Dani. I think I have a cold. Don’t want you guys catching i-”

“A COLD?! Are you okay unnie!!? Do you need anything!?” Dani’s panic made you groan at your mistake.

After minutes of convincing her to join the others, you finally hear her shuffle away from the other side of the door.

You don’t wanna be seen like this. You’re the tough senior. You’re not the oldest, but the most experienced.

You deal with this alone. Not with others.

Why waste their energy anyways?

—

It’s 3 a.m. when you wake up on the floor.

Your face is still wet from the tears. You ears rang uncomfortably and the mirror still shows a very puffy, tired version of you.

Wiping your face with your sleeves, you quietly make your way to the kitchen - praying that the girls finished their movie night, and all went to bed.

You quietly creak open the door and tiptoe towards the kitchen. But before you could get there, something catches your eye.

The TV screen still plays an old comedy movie - shining a bright light towards the pile in front of the couch.

The air mattress you bought a few weeks ago was on the floor and the girls were all lying on top of it. That’s what you expected, so it wasn’t a surprise.

The empty pillow between Minji and Hanni was the surprising part.

The six of you always had an order you guys laid in.

And you always slept between Minji and Hanni.

You froze and stared at the cold pillow. The sore throat you felt disappeared, replaced by a sudden warmth in your chest. The tears didn’t feel as heavy as they did when you stood besides the mirror.

Like a magnet, you unconsciously gravitated towards the small space. You slowly laid down, staring up into the dark ceiling as the ringing in your ears turned into soft snores all around you.

You could finally hear the laugh tracks coming from the TV, the whirring of the fridge, and the shuffling of sheets.

It wasn’t loud, but enough to calm your mind.

You’re here. You’re in their arms. You’re not a target on the internet, you’re not a ghost from a different group, and you’re certainly not some bitchy asshole as the world makes you out to be.

You’re a New Jeans member.

You’re an adored idol.

And you’re certainly a loved group mate.

Hanni’s unconscious gentle hold on your arm reminds you of that, once again.

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[leolgc]

MARTINE PREP

lately, leo had become somewhat of a social butterfly? he had developed an urge to get to know most of the people that he worked with. why not right? the more people in the business you know, the better the outcome? but it never hurt. "@lgcxminji. do you need anyone to work with you on your lines?" he hoped his question didn't make it seem that he thought that her talent was any less than his. but he knew how better he felt when he ran lines with his costars.

you couldn't practice too much?

"how do you feel about your character? she seems pretty cool to me" leo was still trying to learn the 'art' of small talk. getting to know people without bringing up gaming, or some other possible shared interests.

#thread: minji #lgc:martinecorp #thread: martine prep #minji 001 #lgcxminji #brightcloud ― threads

[catslvrr]

masterlist

game plan — kim minji (smau)

Your relationship with college roommate, Minji, starts off rocky because of your love for gaming, which has led to many sleepless nights for her. However, you’re determined to change this through your self-proclaimed charm and with the help of your #1 hype-man, Hyein (and with Haerin watching on the sidelines).

one too many years — kim minji (one shot)

Minji comes back into your life after 3 years and asks you to take her on a drive, for old time’s sake. There’s a lot of feelings involved.

bad habit — kim minji (one shot)

In hindsight, maybe it wasn’t the best idea to drag yourself, a wanted criminal, bleeding out and on the verge of death, to your ex-spy-best-friend’s apartment. Especially since you haven't seen each other in a year. But old habits die hard.

broken thread — pham hanni (one shot)

Your whole life, you had been waiting for the red loop to appear on your ring finger. The string leads straight to your soulmate, you had heard. You weren’t really expecting your soulmate to literally cut ties on the first day of getting it. And you definitely weren’t expecting to meet her months later at your university library.

for better or worse — pham hanni (one shot)

You’re absolutely wasted at a party. You somehow end up spending the night lamenting to this stranger about how much you miss your ex. You find out the next morning that the stranger is said ex.

heaven sent — danielle marsh (written series)

Running on two hours of sleep and desperate to find some joy in your life, you take Minji’s ridiculous suggestion to make an 11:11 wish. Imagine your surprise when a random girl appears in your room the next day, claiming that she’s a ‘messenger of God’ and here to fulfill your wish.

bound 2 (falling in love) — danielle marsh (one shot)

Good news: Danielle has agreed to be your pretend girlfriend for Christmas so Haerin can stop extorting you of money. Bad news: Danielle is a bit too good at being a pretend girlfriend.

[shuxiii]

Yall to feed ur delusions even more, a thread of c!minji—

C!minji when she sees people ship #hoonyn or when she misses yn;

C!minji when yn calls her;

C!minji when shes flustered;

[apcthetics]

*˖ ⊹       “  khamron  !  “  minji  chirped  in  excitement  as  she  spotted  the  familiar  driver.  it  only  took  seconds  for  her  to  hop  through  the  sand  to  his  side,  and  as  soon  as  she  arrived  she  threw  herself  at  him.  slender  arms  circled  his  neck  as  she  practically  dragged  her  childhood  friend  into  a  hug,  and  they  only  slipped  to  his  shoulders  as  she  pulled  away  and  beamed  at  him.  “  it’s  nice  to  see  you  with  an  actual  smile  on  your  face  !  things  going  well  ?  how’s  your  team  ?  um  ...  alfalfa  roman,  or  whatever  ?  or  wait  !  didn’t  you  switch  ?!  “  /  KHAMRON  (  @bcnztruck​  )

#*˖ ⊹ minji kyung ☆ﾟ ( thread ) #*˖ ⊹ minji kyung ☆ﾟ ( ft. khamron )