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CHAEYOUNG ✱ ‘TALK THAT TALK’ MV

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seoyeon — immortal songs 2 (220625)

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kiss and make up (BLACKPINK Rosé)

word count: 10.1K

(posted right when the clock hits midnight in seoul, i hope everyone enjoys)

tw: brief depiction of sexual assault and actual assault

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You watch her slip her dress on, blonde hair swept to the side as she reaches for her zipper. 

“Let me,” The blanket slides down your stomach, resting on your waist as you sit behind her. You slowly bring the zipper up, kissing her softly on her shoulder as she straightens the fabric. “Do you have to go?” You murmur, lips tasting her skin, the audible sigh coming from her body. 

“I do,” Rosie nods, straightening her hair to fall freely along her back. Her head turns slightly, “You know I can’t stay. He’s expecting me.” 

“Are you going to have sex with him?” The question comes out harsher than you intended. 

“Stop,” Rosie scoffs, shaking her head as she stands. “We haven’t done that.”

Yet, you add quietly for her in your head. 

Neither of you say anything else as Rosie reaches for the ring on the nightstand, slipping it on her finger. 

You’d love nothing more than to toss that offending piece of jewelry into the Han River. Hell, you’d fly over the Pacific Ocean and drop it where no one could find it. 

Because if Rosie was ever going to get a ring, it was supposed to be from you. 

“Are you going this weekend?” Rosie asks, placing your clothes on the bed. 

You nod reluctantly, as if you had a choice about the event taking place this weekend. 

It’s the annual gala for the wealthy and affluent of Seoul. Your family along with Rosie’s are attending. Her father will be saying a few words, which you’re sure that his youngest daughter’s engagement will be announced as well. 

“You’re not going to leave him, are you?” It’s a rhetorical question, one you wish had a different answer. 

“It’s not that simple,” Rosie rolls her eyes. You’ve known her long enough to learn her tells, and this being one that she’s tired from having the same conversation.

“It’s been a year,” You point out, reaching for your shirt. “You’re engaged now, Chaeng. It seems pretty clear that this isn’t going to continue.” 

The thing with you and Rosie is that neither of you wanted to be in this position. You were born into this, this being a stupid rivalry between your fathers. You were raised to hate each other, attending the same schools, competing for the top of the class while juggling the pressures from the public eye. 

Being part of Seoul’s elite made you want nothing more than to leave as soon as you finished at one of the most prestigious universities in the country. You wanted to live abroad, working for someone without having your last name be the reason you were hired. 

You couldn’t, as much as you tried. You were set to inherit the family business, even though your older sister, Jisoo, was much more capable and wanted to. The multiple arguments you’ve had with your father fell on deaf ears because you were the only son and naturally, you were next in line. 

Rosie, on the other hand, wasn’t set to inherit anything except for a cushion that would support her for the rest of her life while her older sister, Alice, ran the company. 

It wasn’t easy for her either since her father wanted Rosie to marry someone of equal status, ultimately expanding the Park name into other industries. 

When Rosie was introduced to Wonwoo, you knew that was who her father had in mind. 

God forbid it be you. 

As much as you two acted like you hated each other growing up, one night after a charity event three years ago was where things unfolded. 

Having drunk a little more than usual at these types of events, you confided over the shared misery of your families and why everyone just couldn’t get along. Besides that, you found out how much you had in common, sharing the same interests and similar values that sparked what led into something that neither of you were prepared for. 

You don’t remember who kissed who first, but that didn’t matter since you both ended up in your bed, spending the night together and realizing that this was the person you wanted to spend all your nights and mornings with. 

You’re in love with Rosie, and she’s in love with you. 

It’s tragic, really, at the end of the day. 

Neither of your families would approve. The media would have a field day if the secret, forbidden relationship got out. You’ve imagined the headlines countlessly throughout the course of the relationship of how the media would tear you apart about two major business conglomerates’ children dating.

If not them, then your parents. 

The only people that know of your affair are your siblings, Jennie, and Lisa. Though, the relationship between the latter have their own complexities that you couldn’t fathom. 

“What’re you saying?” Rosie asks, crossing her arms, even though she knows exactly what you’re implying. 

“We can’t do this anymore,” You say softly, tears pricking your eyes. It kills you to say that out loud, but that’s your reality. You might be meant to be together, but there’s too many things weighing on you that you don’t think you could survive. Hearing Rosie publicly engaged to Jeon Wonwoo is at the top of the list.

“What?” You’re not surprised by her reaction. You’ve had a soft spot for her and she’s always gotten her way with you, but seeing that on her finger changes things. “You can’t be serious.” 

“I am,” You frown, avoiding her gaze. Sure, it’s a bit messed up after what you just did together, but it’s even more messed up that Rosie showed up at your apartment right after Wonwoo proposed. He’s too smitten to believe that she was going to get drinks with Lisa, celebrating the engagement.  

(You absolutely knew that if you just proposed to Rosie, you’d be balls deep in her as soon as you were inside the car.) 

Wonwoo’s not a bad guy, just collateral in this fucked up situation that he has remained blissfully unaware of for the past year and a half. How oblivious could he be that you’re the one Rosie fucks on the regular, screaming your name as she tells you how much she loves you, is something you didn’t understand. 

You’re selfish, wanting her all to yourself, reminding her night in and night out that she was yours as much as you were hers. 

When you meet Rosie’s eyes, you almost fold. She looks like she’s about to tell you off, but you watch as she slips into the cool demeanor she carries whenever she’s in a board meeting. That very same demeanor that made her into one hell of a lawyer. 

“You know we can’t keep doing this,” You say honestly, “Wonwoo’s respectful, but I’m sure at some point soon, he’s going to want to make the relationship official.” In a way that you and I do, You think bitterly, biting your tongue. 

“Right,” Rosie nods, a tight smile forms on her face. “So this is it? I get engaged, fuck you right after, and you’re now ending things.”

You want to argue. You want to say something like how she agreed to date-date Wonwoo while actually being in a relationship with you. It might’ve been for appearances and to please her father, but you both know that what you were doing was wrong on so many levels.

“I guess. I love you, I want to be with you, but you’re engaged. It changes everything.” She knows things will change once this engagement goes public. 

Rosie doesn’t say anything else, nodding before walking out of your room, out of your apartment. 

Out of your life? 

You hoped not, but you’ve never had any control of your life to begin with. 

-- 

“Stop moping,” Jisoo hisses, forcing a smile when another executive walks by, briefly stopping to shake both of your hands. 

“I don’t want to fucking be here,” You smile, nodding politely as you greet the wife of said executive. 

You’ve been quietly arguing with Jisoo since you arrived. Thankfully you didn’t share a car together because that would’ve given you a headache.

Your sister knows what happened. She pounded on your door an hour after Rosie left because allegedly the woman you’re in love with called her, in tears and distraught, telling her how you ended things. There was one missing vital piece of information that wasn’t shared—something you had to tell your sister, softening as soon as the words fell out of your mouth. 

“We have, like, ten more minutes of this before you can wallow away at the bar,” Jisoo nudges you with an elbow once your aunt and Jennie approach. 

You give the two women a hug, commenting on their appearance because they are Kims after all. Everyone in your family looks good, and Jennie tells you so too.

“Wow, oppa,” Jennie gives you a gummy smile, straightening your bow tie after she hugs you. “You’re actually dressed up for once.”

“Not in the mood, Jen,” You say flatly. Jennie takes a second look, and her eyes narrow. 

“What happened?” 

“Not the time nor place,” You wave at a bunch of people you don’t recognize. All for show, their faces blurring together as they pass. “She didn’t tell you then.”

Jennie stares at you, waiting. When you remain stoic, she rolls her eyes, walking away to most likely find the woman in question. 

“You really shouldn’t have said that,” Jisoo warns quietly, elbowing you in the side a little harder. 

You don’t bother engaging with your sister anymore, just saying hello and answering any questions that people ask you as they walk by. It’s mechanical for you, something you’ve spent years perfecting on how to appear to people when you honestly couldn’t care about all this. You’d give it all up if that meant you could be with Rosie.

These past few days have been absolute hell for you. You’re pretty sure your body’s going through shock. You feel it in your chest anytime your mind so briefly thinks about her. You’ve dated before Rosie and heartbreak has never felt like this. 

When you see the next family approaching, you automatically smile. Jisoo notices your face light up, which she scoffs because she isn’t exactly the biggest fan of who you’re smiling at. 

“Hi Nayeon,” You ignore your sister, beaming as the eldest Im stands in front of you. She smiles, that same toothy one that you’ve teased her countlessly for over the years since it makes her look like a bunny. 

“Hey,” Nayeon chuckles, shaking her head as she goes in for a hug. You do her one better and wrap your arms tightly around her waist, nearly lifting her feet off the ground. She lets out her boisterous laugh, hitting you on the shoulder. “Put me down!”

You’re laughing, actually giving a genuine smile, as you do what she says. You keep your arms loose around her. Anyone passing by would think you’re together, which you do hear them commenting on how close you are. 

“If either of you want to make headlines this evening, please for the love of god, stop,” Jisoo mumbles, shaking her head as she greets Nayeon’s sister. 

“We’re just having fun, Sooya,” Nayeon rolls her eyes, taking a step back before sending you a wink.

“Yeah well, the night’s going to get more interesting,” Jisoo tilts her head toward the entrance. “The Parks are here.” 

You don’t want to look, but you can’t help yourself. Your gaze lands on Rosie. She looks absolutely stunning, wearing a strapless white gown that hugs her body perfectly, hourglass figure and all. It reminds you of a wedding dress, and something inside you breaks when you see Wonwoo right behind her. 

“Wow, Chaeyoung looks gorgeous,” Nayeon comments. Her sister nods approvingly while you don’t miss the concerned look on your sister’s face. 

You excuse yourself without waiting for any of the women around you. You beeline straight for the bar, needing something to ease the tightness in your chest. Hearing the crowd murmurs of Rosie and Wonwoo don’t help either. You even catch someone mentioning the ring, causing you to pick up the pace. 

Lisa intercepts you when you’re a few feet away, “Hey,” Her hand wraps around your bicep, stopping your rendezvous with a bottle of scotch. 

The brave face you put on at the beginning of the night cracks and she gives you a sympathetic smile. If there’s anyone Rosie would confide in, Lisa will be at the top of the list. 

“Hi Lili.” 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Lisa asks politely, gently guiding you towards the bar, the grip on your arm strong enough to keep you from running in the opposite direction. 

“Not entirely,” You shrug, but not enough to shake her arm off. 

Lisa doesn’t push, which is one of the many reasons you consider her a close friend. Aside from the fact she’s secretly dating your cousin, she’s someone you trust. Even though Lisa’s a foreigner, she blends in well with this crowd, and that’s saying a lot. Everyone’s aware she’s not Korean by any means, but she’s networked enough that she has a seat at the table. The relationship she has with all of you have helped too, something she acknowledges, but it’s all her. 

Once you reach the bar, you pull out the chair for Lisa. You get teased a little for acting so gentlemanly since your relationship with her has always been platonic—for obvious reasons. 

“You haven’t spoken to her.” 

“Of course I haven’t,” You nod when the bartender brings over your glass of whiskey. You take it one go. The usual burn doesn’t faze you as it travels through your body.

“She misses you,” Lisa says casually behind a wine glass.

You scoff. Your temper flares because while it could be true, there hasn’t been any moment since you last saw Rosie that she let you know how she felt. You’ve laid it out to her that you’d give up everything if it meant you could be together, but she was scared. 

“She wants to be with you.”

“Sure she does,” You answer sarcastically. “If she did, we’d be engaged. Probably married by now.” 

“Come on, don’t be like this,” Lisa shakes her head, placing her empty wine glass on the counter. 

The hairs on the back of your neck stand up before you could respond. You’re suddenly hyper aware of someone’s presence behind you, that you don’t need to turn around to see who it is. 

“Hi,” You hear Rosie greet softly. 

Lisa turns around first, standing to hug her best friend. You don’t make any moves to engage, at least not without signaling to the bartender for another drink. He’s in front of you, giving you a heavy pour before moving onto the next person. Without waiting, you take the drink in one go again, the liquid amber burning stronger than the first. 

Slipping on the mask you had when you arrived, you turn to face the two women. “Chaeyoung,” You nod, acknowledging her for the first time this evening. It’s a low blow to call her by her Korean name because she’s reserved her English name just for you. “You look great,” You say with an easy smile. 

There’s more you want to say, like how she’s beautiful and all that, but you don’t think that’d be appropriate given the time and place and circumstances.

“Thanks,” Rosie says quietly, the smile on her face hardly reaches her eyes. “Can we-”

“I’d love to stay and chat, but you know, duty calls,” You interrupt, scanning the room for anyone to pull you out of this conversation. Ironically, your gaze meets Nayeon across the crowd, waving you over. “My presence is needed,” You tilt your head in Nayeon’s direction. Rosie’s eyes narrow when she sees who’s exactly demanding your presence. 

That’s a whole other story because you’re all aware of the crush Nayeon’s harbored for you over the years–something that peeved Rosie knowing that your mother’s approval of her if something were to happen. 

But maybe it was time for you to move on. 

“Have a great night, Chaeyoung,” You bow slightly before sidestepping around Lisa. “Congrats on the engagement, by the way. Wonwoo’s a lucky guy.” 

You don’t bother waiting for her response, walking away before you could hear it. 

Each step away feels heavier the farther you go. Every nerve in your body screams at you to turn back around. 

You don’t. 

--

You tend to sneak away in events like this. It’s a habit you developed as a teenager when high power executives and the like would talk to you about things you had no interest in. 

That’s how you end up on the outdoor terrace. It’s empty aside from a couple members of the event staff taking a smoke break, but they don’t pay you any mind, too engrossed in their own conversations about the worst person they’ve interacted with so far. You know that they’ll be back to work in a few minutes. 

You lean against the railing, letting the crisp cool air invade your lungs as you stare at the city skyline. It sobers you up just a bit, but you’ll admit you’re drunk—more than what your mother would deem appropriate at an event this big. 

You have to thank Nayeon for your current state. She immediately knew something was off after you left Rosie and Lisa at the bar. She didn’t ask, but she offered to ditch once the speeches were over. You compromised, only wanting to stay for the foundation’s before Rosie’s father spoke. She understood without question. She didn’t prod as to why specifically before that speech. 

The sound of heels coming to a halt behind you breaks you out of your thoughts. You sigh because there’s only one person that knows this habit of yours. 

“What do you want?” You ask without turning around. 

“Can we talk?” Rosie asks quietly that it forces you to turn around. 

“Okay, go ahead,” You cross your arms, jaw clenching as you try to control the wave of emotions crashing through you as you stare at her. 

“Let’s go somewhere more private, please,” She reaches for your arm, but her hand drops when she hears the quiet chatter from the staff a few feet away. 

You relent, pushing yourself off the railing as she walks back inside. You have no choice but to follow her, and you’re on edge when she chooses to walk into a private bathroom. 

Once the door shuts, you hold your breath, the tension between you much more obvious in an enclosed space. You feel suffocated by being this close to her when all you want to do is pull her against you.

“What do you want, Chaeng?” Your shoulders drop, the mental and emotional exhaustion catching up to you. You’re tired and just want to get as far away from this, from her, to think clearly. 

“I…I don’t know,” Rosie looks away, leaning against the marbled counter as the door holds you up. 

“We really shouldn’t be doing this,” You gesture to the space in between you. “If anyone sees us together, we’re both screwed.” 

You watch her move, something brewing beneath as she keeps her eyes on you. She walks toward you, bringing her arm back. Your head tilts in question as her dress slowly slides down her body. 

“Chaeng,” Your voice comes out low, hoarse as Rosie reveals what’s underneath–a white lace corset with the matching bottoms to go with. For how long you’ve been together, she knows your weaknesses, and if she had the garter belt, you would’ve taken her right there. 

She planned this. 

“What?” Rosie stands in front of you, keeping the smallest bit of space in between you that any movement, her body would be pressed against yours. 

“You’re engaged,” A strong reminder more to you than her. Your hand twitches, but you keep it at your side, not wanting to give her the upper hand. 

“I’ve told you time and time again, it’s not that simple,” Rosie leans forward, her breath ghosting over your lips. “What’re we supposed to do? Just leave everything behind?” 

“Yes,” You shake your head, frustrated. It’s the same conversation you’ve been having with her since she started public dating Wonwoo and it’s still not sinking in that you’d make it work. “It’s not like we don’t have connections outside of our family to support ourselves.” 

“You think too much,” Rosie rests her weight against you. Your cock stirs at the contact. “I love you, you know this. Is that not enough?”

“Chaeng,” You gulp when her hand slips in between your bodies, palming your cock over your slacks. You’re naturally conditioned to react to whatever Rosie does to you, big or small. She could tie her hair in a ponytail and you’d immediately get hard at the sight. “You know that’s not what I mean.” 

“Then what?” Rosie drops to her knees, her eyes demanding your attention. 

You grit your teeth as she undoes your belt. Her hands deftly work to unbutton your pants, tugging them down as she pulls your cock out. “What’re you doing?” You groan, head falling back against the door, the sensation of her soft hands wrapping around your girth.  

“Are you complaining?” Her tongue sticks out, licking the tip before she kisses the same spot. Her hands were doing wonders on you as all the blood in your body rushed south. 

“You know I’m not,” You moan as she takes you fully into her mouth, hollowing out her cheeks. You glance down, which is a mistake, to a filthy sight of your length halfway in her mouth. 

“Then shut up,” Rosie takes a breath, pulling back slightly before repeating the motion. Her hands weren’t idle, stroking at a pace that spread her saliva along what wasn’t in her mouth. 

You obediently listen, biting your lip to cover your moans as she goes lower with each movement. 

You don’t know what came over her. 

That’s a small lie. You could assume what spurred this. Besides your feeble attempt at ending things a few nights prior, Rosie seeing you interact–flirt–with Nayeon would be at the top of the list. It’s not like she would outright admit that she gets jealous because she’ll swear up and down she doesn’t, but you’ve been with her long enough to know how possessive she gets when it comes to you. 

Your hand finds her hair, gently rubbing her scalp as she continues her ministrations. The moment you tighten your grip to increase her pace, she stops all movement. She lets off your cock with a resounding pop before standing up. 

“We have to be quick,” Rosie mutters, standing to turn, and walks to the counter before stepping out of her thong. Your eyes never leave her form, watching her expression darken in the mirror. She bends slightly, shaking her ass in front of you. 

You’re a simple guy. Naturally when a woman as gorgeous as Rosie offers herself up to you, you can’t exactly say no. You’ll deal with any ramifications later, but right now the only thought coursing through your body is to fuck her, and fuck her hard. 

“We’re not supposed to be doing this,” You say, even though your hands grab her waist to steady you both. Her bare bottom presses against your very erect cock, the length in between her cheeks. You see how much precum leaks out of the tip as she tries to get you inside, missing completely. 

“You’re clearly not stopping. We don’t have much time,” Rosie moans softly as your length rubs against her clit. 

You shake your head, meeting her gaze in the mirror, a fiery look set in her eyes. You feel something weighing on your shoulders because you said you were done.

“Just fuck me,” Rosie demands and one of your hands drop, gripping your cock.

You tease a little, rubbing the head against her opening. She’s absolutely drenched that you slide right in.

Both of you moan, her eyes rolling back at being filled. You clench your jaw as she takes you in, the inner muscles tightening at the sudden intrusion. Once her bottom presses against your pelvis, you take a breath, needing it so you wouldn’t cum right away. 

Based on how her pussy keeps contracting, it won’t take you very long. 

“Hurry the fuck up,” Rosie hisses, and you pull your hips back before thrusting again. “I need your cock now.” 

You set a quick pace, watching the sight of your cock disappearing in and out of Rosie’s body. You stifle your moans by resting your chin on her shoulder, biting down as she lets out a gasp with every movement. You realize she’s getting louder, the pitch getting higher. You did not need anyone walking in, especially since you didn’t lock the door.

Your free hand snakes around to cover her mouth, but Rosie surprises you when she pulls your hand to her throat, your fingers encircling her neck. 

Rosie nods, giving you the green light, as your fingers gently squeeze. As soon as you do, her pussy tightens more and she pushes her hips into yours, meeting every thrust as the skin slaps. You knew her body well enough that she was close, especially the right angle to hit her sweet spot as she rolls down and along your length.

“I’m not going to last,” You whimper, panting against her ear. 

“Inside,” Rosie gasps out, back arching as you lose your rhythm. Her orgasm triggers yours, causing you to thrust wildly, pounding, stretching, and the grip on her neck tightening. Her hand clamps on your forearm, loosening the hold as you paint her insides white. 

You lose focus for a second, mind going blank as Rosie’s pussy rhythmically squeezes your cock, milking you for everything you have. 

You didn’t know how long it had been. It could’ve been five minutes or five hours, but your cock softens as you slip out. You kiss the back of her head, as both of you catch your breath. 

You don’t get the chance to see your cum flow out of her because her back straightens. Rosie turns, her chest against yours, arms resting loosely on your shoulder. Her fingers play with the hair on your neck while she stares up at you. She kisses you softly on the lips, smiling, before leaning against the counter. She keeps you close, spreading her legs  that you slot perfectly in between as she gently pecks your cheeks and jaw.

It feels different to be with her like this. 

You know what you’re doing is wrong on so many levels, but she’s your greatest weakness that you couldn’t resist her even if you tried. 

“We should go back to the party,” Rosie mumbles, nipping at your bottom lip before letting out a sigh. 

“Sure, whatever you want,” You honestly wanted to go back to your apartment and just cuddle, but you couldn’t exactly leave without drawing attention or questioning from your parents. 

“Seriously, we should go,” Rosie makes no move to leave. Instead you feel her tongue in your mouth. 

“Okay,” You nod against her mouth, which is also doing wonders, tempting you to go for another round.

Rosie pulls back, kissing you sweetly one last time. Her hand taps your shoulder, and you automatically step away, instantly missing her because you don’t know when, or if, this is going to happen again.

It’s a familiar sight as Rosie picks up her clothes from the floor. She fixes her hair, straightening the strands as best she could. You pulled your pants up, tucking your shirt in while she washed her hands. 

“You should probably wait a few minutes after I leave,” Rosie says softly, wiping her hands before bringing her gaze to you in the reflection. 

You agree, nodding, as the reality of what just happened sinks in. 

No other words are said as you watch Rosie open the door, poking her head in the hallway as she checks if the coast is clear. Before walking out, she says, “I love you.” 

-- 

One moment you’re chuckling at something Lisa says as she and Nayeon follow behind you. Nayeon invited Lisa on the way out as the speeches were commencing, which based on how it was looking with Jennie for the evening, Lisa made the decision to leave as well. She said she’d tell Jennie to meet after. 

The next moment you hear someone in distress around the corner. Your pace slows when the women bump into you. 

It takes you a split second before you realize that the person in distress is Rosie.

Wonwoo has Rosie pressed up against the wall, her leg straining against his as you notice his hand squirming to get in between her legs. 

“Oh no, I’ll get security—Wait!” Nayeon gasps quietly behind you, but you hardly hear it because in the next moment, your feet move on their own accord and you swing your fist at Wonwoo, knuckles hitting square in the jaw and knocking his balance for him to get off of Rosie. 

You think you hear Rosie scream, but you tune everything out because you’re pummeling him into the ground. You don’t care if you’re making a scene. There was absolutely no way in hell you’d ever let something like this slide with any woman, but the fact that it’s Rosie, the woman you’re in love with, all bets are off. 

It isn’t until a few moments later, someone grabs you by your blazer, tearing you off Wonwoo, when everything equalizes. You hear Rosie crying behind you with Lisa trying her best to console her. Your hands ache as you open your fists, a searing pain along your knuckles. The grip on your blazer slackens before you realize it was Rosie’s father—Mr. Park himself—that pulled you off.

“What the fuck is happening here?” His voice comes out stern. 

You notice the security guards tending to Wonwoo, whose face is covered by his hands, blood smeared all over his skin. 

You’re going to be in deep shit from your parents, but you didn’t give a fuck. You would’ve killed him if no one stopped you. 

“Mr. Park,” Nayeon interjects and you see a police officer next to her. Said police officer is her uncle—the police chief of Seoul. “We saw Wonwoo forcing himself on Chaeyoung. I went to grab security.”

A multitude of emotions cross Mr. Park’s face and you’ve never seen him angry before, but this would probably be the first time. It’s terrifying. 

He doesn’t respond to what Nayeon says, walking over to where Wonwoo is. The Jeon heir looks up as Mr. Park says something to him none of you can hear when his eyes widen, desperately shaking his head, as he loudly apologizes. 

“Oppa, let’s get you cleaned up,” Nayeon suggests, a loose hand wraps around your forearm.

You nod numbly, avoiding Rosie’s eyes as you walk by. Lisa’s still comforting her when Jennie and Jisoo rush over. 

“Why are your hands covered in blood?!” Jennie freaks out, hand covering her mouth. 

“Later, Jennie,” Nayeon pulls you away as a crowd starts to form, hiding you as best she could before anyone notices.

Nayeon leads you out of the building, forcing you to sit on a bench as she makes a phone call. She lets you know she’s calling her driver to take you home, but it doesn’t process as your blood’s still boiling over what you witnessed. 

You have half the mind to go back inside and continue with your fists, but when you go to stand, Nayeon’s pushing you down. “No,” Nayeon says firmly, “Sit your ass down. You’re not going back in there.” 

“But-” You try to speak for the first time since. 

“Absolutely not.” Nayeon glares. “My uncle will take care of it. Leave the rest to them.”

“Fine,” You pout, rolling your eyes. 

Nayeon keeps her gaze on you as she speaks with her driver. She ends the call, “Habin will be here in about ten minutes.” She sits next to you, crossing her legs as she stares at you curiously. 

After a few seconds too long of feeling uncomfortable, you can’t take it anymore, grunting out, “Stop.” 

“I’m not doing anything,” Nayeon says, shrugging, but you can sense the curiosity getting to her. 

“You’re staring.” 

“Would you believe me if I told you you're hot?” There’s a teasing tone in her voice that has you rolling your eyes. 

“No.” 

“Well you are,” Nayeon chuckles, “But that’s not why I’m staring.” 

“Stop beating around the bush, ask what you want.” 

“How long have you and Chaeyoung been seeing each other?” 

The question catches you off guard. Of all people, Nayeon was the last one you expected to pick up on your relationship. Jennie told you that Nayeon was sharp, having a good intuition about things, and you should’ve believed her. 

You go straight into denial, “What? Rosie and me? That’s absurd.”

Nayeon clicks her tongue, a satisfied humming sound leaves her throat, “Rosie?” 

Shit. 

None of Seoul’s elite refers to Rosie as ‘Rosie.’ In business meetings with foreign companies, yes, but in a casual conversation like this, no. 

You sigh dejectedly. There’s no point in denying it. Nayeon wouldn’t believe you either way. 

“A little over three years,” You confess, head dropping into your hands. 

“Assuming her parents didn’t know their youngest was already in a relationship before Wonwoo?” Nayeon asks, hitting it right on the money. 

“They did not,” You confirm, nodding in your palms. 

“Wouldn’t approve, eh?” She’s right again as you grunt, taking that as an affirmative. “Well, I hope things work out in the end. If this doesn’t prove to Mr. Park you care about his daughter, nearly killing someone, then he’s an idiot.” 

You actually smile.

-- -- 

It’s Monday and you’re not in your office. 

Your assistant, Mina, texted you early this morning that you were to report to the Park’s building for a meeting with the CEO—Rosie’s father. You tried to get out of it, calling her as soon as you read it, but she couldn’t do anything. Your father specifically, borderline demanded, requested that your morning be cleared for this. 

You hadn’t spoken to your parents since the gala. They blew up your phone as soon as they realized you left and after finding out what happened, thanks to Jisoo tipping you off about the flurry of messages and calls coming your way. You turned your phone off the following day, taking a much needed break from everyone. You didn’t hear from Rosie, which you were glad because you couldn’t face her. You were ashamed of getting violent in front of her. She didn’t need to see that side of you, but you couldn’t help it because it was her that was in danger. 

You don’t regret it one bit though. You’d do it again without hesitation. 

So here you are, waiting awkwardly in the seat as Mr. Park’s secretary types away at the screen. 

When you arrived, she didn’t say anything to you except to have a seat and Mr. Park will be with you shortly. 

You have no idea if you’re in trouble. The police didn’t show up at your place the day after, so you could safely assume no one was pressing charges. You do want to know what he said to Wonwoo that had him begging for forgiveness. 

You haven’t seen your parents either. You’re under the assumption at least one of them would be here, but Mina herself didn’t know when you asked. 

The office door opens and when you look who it is, it’s your father, motioning you to come in. 

You bow when you stand, walking inside the office to Mr. Park leaning against his desk. He gives you a gentle smile when he sees you. 

You automatically notice Rosie sitting off to the side on one of the couches near the window. She averts her gaze when she meets yours, something deflating inside of you. 

“Please,” The Park patriarch gestures to the seat in front of him. “Sit.” It’s not a demand, but there’s no question you won’t do what he says. 

Your father takes the seat next to yours, clearing his throat, “Chaeyoung told us some things this morning.” 

You brace yourself, not sure which direction this conversation was going to go. You and Rosie never discussed what you would tell your parents, so she could have literally said anything. 

When you don’t respond, your father continues, “It’s been brought to our attention that you’ve been actually dating for the past three years. Is that right?” 

You nod, waiting for the pin to drop. 

It never does because Mr. Park says, “Thank you for protecting my daughter.” 

Uh?

You laugh awkwardly, hand reaching to scratch the back of your neck, “Yes, of course, sir.” 

“No, you don’t understand. My daughter was engaged to him, and he’s disgusting,” You’ve never heard such contempt from someone. “If I actually announced their engagement while he tried something like that, it would look bad and my daughter would be stuck with a monster.” 

“What he’s saying,” Your father can tell you’re confused, “Is that if you and Chaeyoung decide to be together, we approve. Your mother’s very proud of you for being quick to stop something bad from happening, though a little scared what would’ve happened if no one intervened, but regardless, it’s okay.” 

Your shoulders feel so light after hearing those words come out of his mouth. You nod in understanding, doing your best to keep your composure.

“We’ll let you be. We have lunch to go over some things,” Your father says, a gentle hand squeezes your shoulder. 

Mr. Park’s hand’s in your face, forcing you to shake it as you stand up, bowing graciously as they walk out of the room, leaving you alone with Rosie, who still hasn’t looked you in the eye since you walked in. 

Once the door shuts, you let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

“Rosie,” You say softly, but she still doesn’t look up. She keeps her eyes focused on the floor. You roll your eyes, walking to stand in front of her, kneeling to be in her line of sight. “Chaeng.” 

“I’m sorry,” Rosie’s lips quiver, tears visibly forming in her eyes. “I should’ve called you yesterday, but my mother and Alice took me out of the city. I was so shaken up.” 

“Hey, hey,” You reach for her hands, kissing them softly to soothe her worries. “Don’t apologize. It’s okay. We’re okay. You’re okay right?” She nods solemnly. “Then don’t worry.” 

“I should explain-” Your index finger presses against her lips. 

“No need,” You brush off casually. You didn’t need to hear it. There’s a high chance you’d just get riled up having to hear about it. 

“I was breaking up with him,” Rosie mumbles against your finger. “I started to walk away so I could tell my father when he, he-” Her voice cracks.

You move swiftly, wrapping your arms around her as you pull her into an embrace, gently soothing her arm as you kiss the top of her head, “Baby it’s okay. You’re safe. I’m here.” 

“I love you,” Rosie cries into your chest, burying her face into you as her body shakes against yours. “I’m sorry it took me so long.” 

Words aren’t needed. You hug Rosie tighter, silently promising to never let her go. You can’t change what happened, but you can control what happens next. 

“I love you,” You whisper against her temple, kissing softly as she breaks down in your arms even more. “Is it a bad time to ask you out?”

Rosie shakes her head, giggling through the tears, “Like on an actual date?” She lifts her head, a watery smile painted on her face. 

You nod, lips curling up as you wipe the tears away.

“Yes.” 

-- -- 

You hang your arm loosely around Rosie’s shoulder, waiting for your driver to pick you up to take you home. She laughs at something Jennie says, but you’re hardly paying attention to their conversation. 

Your mind is preoccupied on other things.

It’s Rosie’s birthday and Lisa rented out a club in Hongdae to celebrate.

It’s been a few months since that night. Rosie and you have had to learn how to navigate your relationship in the public eye. Aside from many gossip columns speculating about the sudden romance, there have been numerous business analysts forecasting a merger between the families.

Which your father has told you would happen if you were to propose to Rosie in the future. 

Something that you want to do now, even though Rosie thinks it’s best to wait a year for the sake of appearances. 

“Oppa,” Jennie whines as Lisa holds her up, the effects of alcohol hitting her and the woman next to you. “Let’s go to one more place! I’m hungry.” 

“Go to McDonald’s,” You roll your eyes, irritated with your cousin.

You want to spend some time with Rosie, alone, because of the little stunts she’s been pulling throughout the night. 

She’s been relentlessly teasing you, drifting her hand on your thigh, even brazenly palming you over your jeans underneath the table while the cake was brought out. 

You did your best to keep a straight face through it all, but it was hard when she asked you to dance with her friends. You usually shied away from any public displays of affection besides holding hands, but you couldn’t resist her. 

Especially with the way she was dancing on you.

“Baby,” Rosie pouts, looking up at you. “Can we go with them?”

“Chaeng,” Your jaw clenches, sending her a pointed look. 

“Oi,” Lisa laughs. You see her shaking her head in your periphery. 

“Please,” Rosie ignores her friend. She even makes her lip quiver, that you have no choice but to say fine. She claps her hands excitedly before giving you a sweet kiss on the cheek. “I’ll make it up to you,” She murmurs against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. 

“It’s your birthday,” You clear your throat. “Whatever you want.”

“Whatever?” Rosie leans back, raising an eyebrow. 

You nod hesitantly. There’s a mirthful gleam in her eyes that whatever you had in mind, she has something else. 

-- 

Rosie’s lips move slowly against yours, tongue dipping in and around your mouth that has every nerve firing. Your hands tighten on her hips, guiding her movements, even though you’ve been powerless since you arrived back at your place.

There’s too many things going on at once that have you blanking out. The only thing you can remotely focus on is the sensation of her slick over your cock. 

It’s been torture watching, feeling, Rosie grind herself on you without letting you inside. You’re not sure what her end game is, but you’re dying for something other than this. It’s hot, no shit, but you’ve been on edge the whole night that you’re almost ninety-nine percent sure the moment her walls touch your length, you’ll bust. 

“God,” Rosie moans against you, body shaking, and it’s orgasm number two for her without any relief for you. 

“Baby, please,” You whine, hands gripping her waist as she starts moving again. You’re at the point of begging. 

Rosie’s hands are on your chest, pushing herself up. You make the mistake of glancing down and your cock’s nestled in between her lips, covered in a light sheen from her orgasms, and there’s precum leaking from your tip. 

“What’s wrong?” The teasing tone in her voice as you watch her swirl her hips in a circle has you hypnotized. Your cock brushes against her clit and you swear you feel her pulse. 

“Why are you being a fucking tease?” You groan, head thrown back as she continues to rub herself along your length. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Rosie murmurs, placing her hands on your abdomen. 

After a few more minutes, your tip brushes against her opening. She lets out a surprised moan at the unexpected intrusion. Much to your dismay, she doesn’t take you in. 

“Chaeng,” You inhale sharply. “Seriously, come on.”

Rosie hums, clicking her tongue as if an idea just came to her. 

“What if I got pregnant?” 

What?

“Like, can you imagine? My father would probably kill you,” Rosie says casually when you don’t respond, too stunned by her question. “You’re practically throbbing down there.”

It’s not like it hasn’t crossed your mind. You’re definitely going to propose to Rosie when she thinks it’s the right time. You’ve talked about having kids, something you couldn’t care much for, but she’s thrown around the idea of it. If you wanted kids, you’d want her to be the mother. 

Though, the process of having kids is what gets you the most. 

Something Rosie knows absolutely gets you wild, nearly feral at the thought of filling her m as much as possible. 

“Chaeng,” Your voice is low, hands stopping her movements. “Is that what you want? You want me to fuck a baby in you?” 

“I mean,” Rosie shrugs, casting her hair behind her back, “Wouldn’t that solve the problem?” 

“What fucking problem?” Your patience’s running thin as your hips involuntarily roll up. 

“You know, the one where girls think you’re still single, even though all of Seoul should know you’re taken,” Rosie rolls her eyes, and her attitude is pissing you off. 

Your mind replays every situation, every interaction you had tonight. Mostly everyone that was there was your friend. There were a few people you knew of, but didn’t engage with them as much since they were more Rosie’s friends than yours. 

Nothing stands out, except for one. 

A light bulb goes off in your head because Rosie doesn’t get jealous, per say. 

Possessive is a better word to describe it. 

While Rosie was off taking shots with her friends, you were idly sitting at the table, waiting for Jungkook and Minwoo when a girl you didn’t know walked up to you. You weren’t sure if she was Rosie’s friend, but when she introduced herself as Chaewon, you knew what she wanted and you were her target for the night. 

You generally don’t entertain women when they come up to you, but Chaewon had disarmed you easily, charming you with a coy smile and flirty glances that you completely missed the daggers Rosie was sending her and you across the room.

The moment immediately passed as soon as Rosie plopped herself on your lap, crossing her legs in between yours, before kissing you heatedly that by the time she took her lips off you, Chaewon disappeared. 

It paints a clearer picture why Rosie’s suddenly dangling pregnancy in your face. It’s more for her to claim you than anything. 

“Is that what you want?” You sit up, wrapping your arms around her body. Kissing her softly before murmuring, “You want people to know who I belong to?” 

“I’m sure people know,” Rosie whispers seductively, “But it wouldn’t hurt for them to know that I’m the one that you can’t keep your hands off.” 

“Baby, I’m sure they know,” You smile against her lips. 

“Well,” Rosie huffs, too distracted by the way you move your mouth over hers, tongue finding its way in between her lips. “I want them to know for sure.”

“Then let me fuck you baby,” Your hips roll up, brushing against her clit as she moans. She shakes her head, gently pushing you to lay back.

Rosie’s hand slips between your bodies, a light grip encircling your cock as she aims the tip to her opening. She gently slaps the head, catching her clit in the process, before settling at her entrance. 

“Rosie,” You grit out, eyes locked on your cock in between her folds. 

“Watch me,” Rosie positions herself, careful not to slide you in just yet, placing her hands to balance on your cock. 

It’s something you’ll never tire of, no matter how many times you and Rosie have sex—and it’s a lot. 

Her hips swivel, adjusting, as she slowly drops down, your cock disappearing in her body. You’re engulfed by her heat, her walls stretch to accommodate your size, and you see stars as your eyes roll back. 

“Baby,” Rosie’s voice cracks, “Eyes on me.”

Your gaze falls back to your cock gone, completely sheathed by her that she uses her inner muscles to squeeze. You can’t help but thrust into her, jolting her body as her breasts bounce. 

“Nope,” Rosie clicks her tongue, shaking her head in disappointment. “Hands here,” She places them in the divot where her legs meet her hips, hands over yours as she slowly rocks her hips. 

“God,” She chokes out, “We fuck a lot, yet it’s always so much.” 

You don’t have any words because you’re too blissed out by her movements. Any coherent thoughts are out the window because she’s right. 

It is so much. 

You’re lost in her that your eyes roll back once she moves up carefully, methodically, before dropping her hips over you, repeating the motion that has you gripping her thighs roughly. 

“Imagine,” Rosie says lowly, looking at you through hooded eyes, “If you did get me pregnant. Just me carrying your child because you couldn’t help yourself. The media would be all over us.” 

Her words trigger a memory of the first time you and Rosie had sex, deciding together to go without a condom because she was safe and she trusted you enough. You don’t think you’ve ever fucked anyone like you fucked her.

“Baby,” You can’t control the moan that falls from your lip after a hard drop. “Don’t.” 

“What?” She stops her movement, raising an eyebrow. “You don’t want to? You’re the only guy I’ve ever let cum inside me.” 

“Jesus fuck, Chaeng,” Your hands drop from her hips. “You’re a fucking—”

“Tease? Slut? Whore?” Rosie swivels her hips in a figure eight, cutting you off. “It doesn’t matter what anyone calls me. I’m yours.” 

You have no control over your body as your hips move on its own accord, meeting every one of her gyrations with precision. 

“Come on,” Rosie goads, bending forward to kiss you briefly on the lips, “You don’t want everyone to know that?” 

Of course you do. People do know that Rosie’s yours, but the love bites and the like don’t compare to her being pregnant—the ultimate claim. 

In a quick move, keeping your cock in between her legs, you reverse positions, and Rosie’s on her back. 

“God yes,” Nails digging into your shoulders as you slide your length from her warmth before snapping forward. 

You buck into Rosie, thrusting wildly as the need to breed her takes the forefront of your mind. The thought of her belly swollen has you nearly going feral. 

You try to lean back, wanting to see your cock spearing through her walls, but her grip takes her with you. You watch as she rolls her body in waves, mesmerizing you as your cock moves in and out. Your hand splays over her stomach, and you could be imagining it, but you swear you feel your cock hitting her front walls. 

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” Rosie taunts, eyes barely open with a dopey smile on her face. 

You grunt, too engrossed as she leans back, one hand on your shoulder as the other rests over your hand. Her breasts bounce with every thrust, bouncing rapidly on your cock like she’s in heat. Your thumb sneaks down, slipping underneath her hood to rub her clit. Her eyes widen before a sudden pressure grips your length. 

Rosie screams as her orgasm rips through her body, back arching as she pushes her chest forward, before convulsing, spasming all over you before you feel your cock getting forced out. A stream of clear liquid expels from her, drenching your crotch and thighs. You groan at her squirting because it’s happened before, but holy shit this feels more intense, more primal as you watch her eyes roll back at the pleasure consuming her body. 

She lets go, body falling limp on the bed as you stare at the woman you love in complete awe. Her pussy’s soaked, hole pulsing as she swings her leg over you, rolling onto her stomach. 

Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, but you’re surprisingly still hard, that you can’t wait. You move her legs with ease, straightening one and slightly bending the other before settling between her legs. 

“You didn’t cum?” Rosie asks, surprised, voice shaking as you aim your cock at her opening again. 

“No,” You’re able to answer before sinking in, engulfed by her heat once more. 

It won’t take you very long because you’re rutting into her like your life depending on it. Hips rolling after every thrust has your stomach tightening from your impending orgasm. 

“You fuck me so well,” She moans uncontrollably, sobbing into the pillow as she continues to babble nonsense, hands balling into the bedsheets.

You’re hardly paying attention to what she’s saying as you watch her ass ripple with every thrust. Your hands grip her cheeks, spreading them wide to her puckered hole.

“Would you let me fuck your ass?” You ask, absentmindedly massaging the muscles. She doesn’t need to answer because her body does for her, her walls tightening at the question. “That’s a yes,” Chuckling as you save that for a later time. 

Rosie mumbles something into the pillow that has you leaning forward, pressing your cheek against hers. 

“What was that?” Hips never ceasing as they continue their onslaught, slamming in and out. 

“Daddy please. Cum inside me.” 

You couldn’t stop yourself if you tried. 

The word had never been used before, but it sparked something dark in you. Your hips stutter, breaking your rhythm, after one, two, three thrusts you explode inside of her, painting her inner walls that trigger another orgasm from the woman wrapped around your cock. 

“God—shit, fuck,” You lazily thrust inside her one more time before groaning against her hair. 

Your cock twitches as her velvet walls keep contracting, draining you for all that you have, making sure you don’t leave her empty. 

You move her hair to the side, exposing her neck and back, placing soft, tender kisses—a stark contrast to what you were just doing to her—all over her skin. You don’t want to pull out, too comfortable with her snug warm walls, and you’re almost certain she wouldn’t care if you stayed inside her, too cock drunk to even notice.

Rosie lets out a pathetic whine as you regretfully pull out. Your cock’s covered in your shared fluids as her you take a good look at the mess you made. You notice a dribble of cum ooze out of her lower lips, and just to fuck with her more since you’re a little shit, you use your finger to push it back in. 

“Hey,” Rosie moans softly as you deftly massage her walls, spreading the load. “Too much.” 

You nod, removing your finger, but not without brushing over her clit. She weakly slaps you away as you chuckle, dropping your weight next to her. She immediately turns to face you, pulling you into her and throwing a leg lazily over yours. 

You bask in the moment, letting the endorphins release as you listen to Rosie sigh contentedly. 

“You’re not serious about getting pregnant, right?” You ask, slightly nervous as the post-orgasm clarity hits. 

Rosie giggles, shaking her head as she looks at you, “You really think I’d go off birth control without talking to you?” 

Smiling sheepishly, “I don’t know. It just caught me off guard.” 

“Sorry, just felt extra attentive for you tonight since it was my birthday,” Rosie kisses your jaw. 

“Do you mean jealous?” You quip, which earns you a light slap on the chest. 

“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you, I don’t get jealous,” Rosie pouts all cutely that you chuckle. 

“I can’t help that I’m such a hot commodity,” Another slap. 

“Yeah well you’ve been off the market for almost four years, you think I’m going to really let some girl get to me?” 

“I’ve had to go on dates with people my parents set me up with. How do you know I didn’t sleep with them?” You tease, earning a pinch this time. 

“Because you literally came over after every single one,” Rosie rolls her eyes. “I’d remind you that there wouldn’t be anyone else, don’t you remember?” 

The few dates your parents forced you to go on resulted in some of the hottest sex you’ve had with Rosie. You remember vividly the things she did so you never had to think twice about being with another woman. 

It’s making you hard again at the memory. 

“I feel you twitching,” Rosie smirks, shaking her head. “Let’s sleep first, okay?” 

“Fine,” You pout. Though, you have one more question. “One last thing?”

Rosie hums, snuggling into the crook of your neck.

“Marry me?” 

Rosie pulls back, gaze meeting yours, searching your face for an answer she only knows. “You’re serious this time.” 

“I’m serious every time I ask,” You scoff. 

“No, but this is different,” Rosie sits up. “Do you have a ring?” 

“In my sock drawer, all the way in the back,” You answer simply. 

You watch her slide out of bed, walking to the dresser. She slips on one of your old university shirts from when you studied abroad before digging through the mentioned drawer. She pulls the small velvet box out before joining you on the bed. 

“How long have you had this?” She asks softly, staring at the box. 

“Honestly?” Rosie nods. “Two years. Lisa’s the only one that knows. Jennie might, but if she does, she’s never said anything.” 

“You were that sure about us?” Her voice trembles as she looks at you. 

“Yeah.” You didn’t know what was going to happen back then, but all you did know was that you wanted to be with Rosie. You would’ve given everything up right then and there if your parents didn’t approve. 

You still would. 

“You’re a big softie, you know that?” Rosie smiles. 

“Yeah, well, don’t tell anyone. I have an image to uphold.” 

The small box is placed in your hands, and Rosie gives you an encouraging smile. 

“You sure? Didn’t you want to wait a year?” 

Rosie shrugs, “It was advised by Alice, mainly because it was already a big deal that two rivaling companies’ kids were dating that she suggested waiting was the best for the news outlets to cool down. But at this rate, I don’t think I could wait.” 

You open the box, the diamond shining brightly in the low lit room. 

It’s a fond memory of how you picked this ring, mainly because of the woman you took with you. She dragged you to five different places, even suggesting flying to Paris since she had connections there. You argued that leaving to Europe would raise suspicion to Rosie. Lisa pointed out some ostentatious design with diamonds around the band would be the best, which the jeweler agreed—most likely wanting to get a bigger commission. You shook your head, opting for a simple solitaire, a three-carat diamond that still had a hefty price tag. 

You take a deep breath, smiling at the woman in your bed, unshed tears in her eyes. 

“Will you marry me?”

“Yes. A thousand times yes,” Rosie cries, throwing her arms around you as she pulls you into a heated kiss. 

You drop the box, uncaring about where it goes. Your hands find themselves on her hips, lifting your fiancée onto your lap. Neither of you are clothed from the waist down, and you’re surprised with how wet she is. 

“Already?” You murmur against her lips. 

“Shut up,” Rosie breaks the kiss, embarrassed as she buries her face into your neck. “Can’t help it,” She sucks lightly, marking your skin. 

“What about sleep?” You moan, rocking her body along your hardening cock. 

“Later,” Rosie mumbles, “I’m engaged. Let me celebrate, daddy.” 

You groan at the new nickname, earning a giggle. 

“Who knew you had a daddy kink,” Rosie teases, kissing you on the lips again. “I probably have a praise kink.” 

“Be a good girl for me then,” You say, easily slipping into character. 

“It’s not hard to be,” Rosie trails her lips along your jaw, peppering kisses as she slyly slides her hand in between your bodies. “Especially with a cock like this,” She sighs as she slowly strokes your stiffness. 

“I love you,” You tilt your head back as she moves herself lower, eager for whatever she has in store.

“I know, I love you too, my fiancé.” 

-- -- --

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All Darkness - Twice

"It was a rainy day and the girls were enjoying it to the fullest just relaxing, there wasn't a single sound in the whole house. Until total darkness engulfed the place"

word count ─ 1.2k

tags ─ little! tzuyu, little! chaeyoung, little! dahyun, little! mina, little! jihyo, little! sana, little! momo, cg! jeongyeong, cg! nayeon, fluff, autumn, mention of fears, tw! darkness, tw! scary things in the dark, little angst, but ends with fluff

notes ─ This is for the Blackout prompt , enjoy :3

The members were relaxing each in their own space enjoying that it was a rainy day and there wasn't anything to be done, Mina was under the covers of her bed while she played on her Nintendo Switch, SaiDaMo were in a heated Just Dance battle on the living room, Tzuyu was baking a bread recipe she found online, Jihyo was building a new bookcase for her room, Chaeyoung was painting the scene of Tzu baking, and 2YEON were bickering in their room about what was happening in the drama they were watching. So it was calm all around, only the rare sound of discontent and fighting but barely audible… that was until the light went off, at first complete silence engulfed the house, not a peep could be heard, and suddenly chaos erupted, screams came from all directions, the sounds of feet running was heard, things smashing against each other, and cries.

Nayeon and Jeongyeong quickly rushed to their feet when the whole commotion started, they needed to check if everyone was okay but at the same moment Jihyo came running through the door holding her forehead while crying, a moment later Mina came clutching her Nintendo almost hyperventilating from the fear, and lastly came SaiDaMo clutching each other's hands panting from running. Nay firstly checked Hyo for any injury and thankfully found only a little swollen patch, while Jeong helped Mina calm down with breathing exercises, after both girls were calm enough they checked SaiDaMo only to find them shaken up but without harm, with the girls taken care of they set out to look for their missing members but MiHyo were still shaken up and wanted to be held so Jeong had to stay with them since she was the one who knew how to prevent Mina from spiraling into an episode.

Nayeon grabbed her phone to use the flashlight, and after the first step out of the threshold of her room, she heard the pained cries from Chaeyoung asking for help, "Mama!! Mommy!! Pwease help!! 'nybody help!!" cried Chaengie between wrecking sobs, so Nayeon started running towards the sound of her voice while asking where she was, "In da kitchen Mama!! We'n da kitchen" yelled as a response the voice of Chaeyoung. 

Finally reaching the kitchen Nayeon found Tzu spread on the floor clutching her hand while wretched sobs shook her whole body and Chae was holding her trying to calm her down while sobbing as well, the scene was heart-wrenching to say the least, Nay also kneeled beside her the girls and began frantically asking what happened, "Lights no more, Tzu cry, me scared. No know wha’ do? Sowwy Mama”. Quickly checking Chaeng over and not finding anything wrong she proceeded to check Tzuyu over, overall she looked fine until she checked the hand she was clutching, finding an angry red and blistered hand, remembering Tzuyu was baking before the lights went out she quickly looked over to the oven and found it off (thankfully), she picked Tzu up, put her on her hip and took her to the sink to put the hand under the cold water to diminish the pain and swollenness, all while Tzu let out tiny whimpers of “Huwts, huwts, huwts”. 

Taking Chaeng’s hand on her own she ventured back to her room grabbing something on their way, making a quick stop at the bathroom to grab the first aid kit, proceeded to their destination, and closed the door behind them she put down everything she had brought onto the bed, “Yeobo, what is all this?” asked Jeong breaking the silence, “Some necessities I grabbed on the way, candles to have a light without draining our phones batteries, and the first aid kit to tend to Tzu’s wounds” stated matter of factly Nay going back to dressing Tzuyu’s hand with antibiotic ointment and wrapping it with sterile gauze, finishing it with a bandage. “Our baby got burned while taking her tray out of the oven when the light went out, and apparently only Chaengie heard her so both of them were crying on the kitchen floor” cooed Nay while cradling her baby against her chest and filling her other baby’s face with kisses while telling her how brave she had been taking care of Tzuyu.

“Omo, my poor babies,” said Jeong with a pout, giving quick kisses to the babies, “I’m sorry, should save Chae and Tzuyu. Am a bad unnie,” said Momo with her head hung, “No, I also bad unnie. Only took Hyunnie’s hand and forgot about babies” retorted Sana hugging Momo, “Bad Hyunnie? No help” babbled Dahyun launching to give a bear hug to her yeodongsaengs, in a matter of seconds all 7 girls were crying the older one’s saying they were bad unnies and the babies overwhelmed with the situation. It took close to 20 minutes to calm down everyone but NaJeong were successful after all, they decided to order takeout from their favorite restaurant and meanwhile cuddle while playing some little calm games, when the food came the girls got scared again since they thought it was a monster and they worried about their Mommy going alone, it took a bit longer than they expected but it turns out Jeong had gone into the kitchen to retrieve plastic utensils and sippy cups so they kids could eat comfortably.

Once their tummies were filled and content with all the food, it was already late so the adults decided it was time to get ready for bed, as soon as the words bedtime came out of the caregivers’ mouths the complaints began, “No tired, pway more p’ease” said Mina, “Early, no tired yet” reasoned Hyo, “We’re no babies, we stay up” counterattacked SaMo, and DaChaeTzu only whined and tried to get away from their moms’ comfy embrace. Half an hour later the whole family had showered but only SaMo had clothes on (just underwear), Nayeon was the last to get showered so she was still in her bathrobe, Jeong had showered just before her but hadn’t been able to put on pajamas since the kids were adamant about running butt naked around the room, it seemed as if their bath had woken them up instead of relaxing them, using her ‘there’s no space for retaliation’ stare she told them, “Everyone! Stop messing around, it’s time to get dressed so let Mommy put on her pajamas and then it’s your turn. Arraseo??”, a quick “Ne eomma” was followed by everyone sitting on the bed waiting for their turn to get dressed.

Momo and Sana were the first ones to fully get dressed, they only needed help with the buttons of their pajamas, Momo was wearing a Barbie one and Sana a Harry Potter one; Jihyo and Mina came next, while Jeong helped SaMo, Nayeon went to the kids' room to retrieve the diapers needed for the night, MiHyo wear Pull-Ups so they were waiting for them, Hyo had Hello Kitty pajamas, and Mina Minecraft Creeper pajamas; last but not least came the babies, all three had to be put into diapers, Dubu used Pull-Ups during the day but at night needed diapers since she didn’t like to get up for the potty, and ChaeTzu used diapers all day, their pajamas were onesies with zippers on the back to prevent little naked bums at night, they were matching forest critters themed ones.

Everyone ended up cuddled against Nayeon and Jeong, spread through the eldest king-sized bed, Tzuyu had demanded to be nursed to sleep since her hand still ached, so she ended up asleep on top of Nayeon, with her head on her chest listening to her heartbeat, Chaeng on a similar position on top Jeongyeon, and the rest of the girls cuddled in between.

#age regression #sfw littlespace #jyp twice #twice #twice agere #twice little space #cg nayeon #cg jeongyeon #little momo #little sana #little jihyo #little mina #little dahyun #little chaeyeoung #little tzuyu #ageretober #ageretober day 4

[twicearoundthesun]

leo ! does dubu have nightmares of her parents abusing her in roommates au? and how does chaeyoung help her? few thank you!! and have a great day ahead !!1

Combining this with your request for Roommates AU + prompt 14, "I'm not going to let anyone hurt you."

tw: panic attack, which i supposed would be due to underlying ptsd. implied past abuse

...

Chaeyoung was launched into consciousness by a sudden weight on her chest. She woke abruptly, her pleasant dream suddenly interrupted by visions of being pushed deep underwater. Then a tail swiped across her face, and she realized it was only their boundary-lacking fat cat deciding not to sleep with Dahyun for once.

“Georgie,” she mumbled. “Go back to bed.”

She nudged the cat off, but he dropped to the floor and crawled under the bed instead. She heard shuffling from the bed next to her and sat up. She rubbed her eyes. Was it morning? She reached for her phone – no, it was three a.m. She’d been asleep for two hours.

The moving quieted for a second. Then, a whimper. Dahyun’s feet kicked abruptly under the covers.

“Hey.. Dubs.” When there was no answer, she rolled out of bed and stood above the older girl.

Chaeyoung frowned. In the dim light, Dahyun looked almost pained. Her breathing was erratic and from her mouth, her muscles were tense, and there was sweat dripping off her forehead.

“Dahyun.” She said louder, placing a hand on her shoulder.

The reaction was immediate, and Chaeyoung wanted to kick herself for acting without thinking. Dahyun woke with a gasp, a hand clamping onto Chaeyoung’s arm. She sat up, slid herself towards the headboard, and drew her knees up to her chest so fast it was nearly one motion.

“Dubs, it’s me. Just me.” Chaeyoung whispered softly, arm still in Dahyun’s iron grip. Dahyuns eyes searched the room wildly, avoiding hers. She was beginning to hyperventilate. “Slow breaths. You’re safe, you’re with me.”

“I can’t- No, not- please-” She squeezed her eyes shut. Her nails were digging into Chaeyoung’s forearm, but she couldn’t really blame her for that. It’d been so long since she had such a vivid nightmare, Chaeyoung hadn’t even thought before reaching out to touch her. “No, no.”

“Just me, Dahyun, it’s Chaeyoung. We’re in our room in our apartment, we’re alone. It was a dream, you’re safe- Dahyun, hey, eyes open.” The girl shook her head.

“They’ll hate- they-” She choked, and a sob followed.

“Dahyun. Listen, Dubs, It’s Chaeyoung.” She tried, but Dahyun couldn’t hear her. “Can you open your eyes for me?”

There were a few painful minutes – maybe five long minutes, if Chaeyoung had to guess – where Dahyun didn’t react to anything outside of her head. All she could do was keep calm and keep talking in a soft voice, ignoring the circulation being cut off in her wrist and hoping Dahyun didn’t work herself up enough to be sick as she whispered incoherent, terrified mantras to herself.

The cries were getting weaker by the time Dahyun finally opened an eye to look at Chaeyoung. Less abject terror and more broken sadness. The panic attack was slowing.

It wasn’t an unfamiliar sight, the far-away gaze in her eyes, face red from crying, messy hair from covering her head. But it still broke her a little bit every time.

“Hey.” She slowly brought up her free hand to wipe a tear– at first the girl flinched, but she allowed her to place a hand on her cheek. She gently tilted Dahyun’s head to face her, rubbing her thumb lightly over her cheekbone. The grip on her arm loosened. “Just me.” She said, softer. She brushed some hair out of her face.

Dahyun finally seemed to see her, to consciously process she was there. Chaeyoung watched as the remaining fear in her eyes was replaced by something else.

“Chaeng.” Dahyun whimpered, voice barely there. Chaeyoung took it as the green light to pull her into a tight hug; she was fully awake now, not in that half-gone state that scared her so much. Dahyun was still breathing like she’d run a marathon, and shaking like a leaf, but was at least out of her head enough to acknowledge her presence. She buried her face in Chaeyoung’s shoulder, and in turn Chaeyoung put a hand on the back of her head.

“Just a bad dream, Dubs. You’re safe. You’re here. With me.” She brushed her hair back with her fingers. Dahyun’s shaking hands gripped onto her shirt. “Just a dream.”

“J-Just a dream.” She felt the girl nod, still shaky but already starting to calm herself down. “Scared.”

Chaeyoung slowly rocked them side to side.

“Nothing to be scared of. We’re in our apartment.” Chaeyoung said softly. “We’re okay. You’re an adult, Dahyun, you have people who love you and you have resources. You never have to feel that powerless again. You’re safe.”

Dahyun nodded, face still hidden.

“I’m not going to let anyone hurt you. I will never let anyone hurt you again, okay? You’re safe, with me, I love you, I’ll keep you safe, always.”

That seemed to help more than all the rest; her shoulders un-tensed a little.

Chaeyoung was no stranger to Dahyun’s panic attacks, and she could tell the worst of it was over. She was coming down from the adrenaline, shaking and probably a little nauseous. She’d be exhausted, but as long as Chaeyoung kept her focused on the present she’d pull out of the haze and she’d sleep for the next half a day. She made a mental note to email both of their bosses when she woke up; it’d been a while since she’d had an episode this bad and Chaeyoung was going to be there to help her through tomorrow, when she’d still be exhausted and a little scared.

She rocked them back and forth until Dahyun’s eyes drooped closed, and then lay back with her in the twin bed.

#oops this is sorta intense #dahyun #chaeyoung #dubchaeng #twice fic #twice au #roommates au #hannieehaeee #request #thank u!

[sanaxnayeon]

cuties~~😍😍😍

#the feels #twice #dailytwice #fortwice #femaleidolsedit #femaleidols #ggnet #twiceedit #flash tw #najeongmosajimidachaetzu #it looks like a prom <3^^ #sanayeon looks like the prom queens O///O #dahyun chaeng and jeongyeon softies ^^ #*gifs #*mine #*twice

[cjmoved]

CHAEYOUNG ♡ ALCOHOL FREE MCOUNTDOWN 210610

#chaeyoung #son chaeyoung #twice #dailytwice #femaleidol #femidolsedit #femadolsedit #femaleidolsedit #kgirlsquad #dazzlingidolsedit #ggnet #ggnetwork #idolady #ultkpopnetwork #idolnexusedit #♡ filed under — #** #tw** #tw: chaeng** #bias ♡

[kwiyeom]

CHAEYOUNG // signal (201218)

#chaeyoung #kgoddesses #dazzlingidolsedit #ggnet #ultkpopnetwork #femaleidolsedit #twice edit #son chaeyoung #chaeng #twice #twice chaeyoung #flashing tw #tw flashing #flashing // #flashing #mine *

[puppyh3ad]

They’re gonna eat me alive :(

#elf #bruises #tw bruises #bruise #i amn just a littol elf boy #i camnot chaenge dis #goblin time #goblin core #someone bought this sweatshirt for me as a joke and now i cant get over how fucking ugly it is #just like me kek #my face

[tinieji]

🫧 a play date with chaelisa

(ᗒᗩᗕ) CW or TW : FOOD !

today was the day chaelisa were having a play date lisa was so excited to see rosie, lisa was planning things she wanted them to do together she had already dressed herself in a bright green tee and overalls the little was regressed to about age six lisa couldn’t hold still she had a bright smile on her face the whole time she waited then suddenly heard a three small knocks on her door lisa gasped “it’s rosieee” she whispered to herself as she went over and opened the door “lili i missed you” the other little squealed she was regressed to age 4 but that was okay lisa didn’t mind the small gap lisa invited rosie in then immediately ran over to her and engulfed her into a hug pulling her off the ground for a few seconds the little then released her friend and told her that she had so many things planned and rosie who’s smile hasn’t left her face nodded in agreement she then sat her small backpack down and pulled out her favorite stuffy it was a small brown bear she had named mocha “okay i’m ready to play now!” she said to lisa, lisa grabbed her hand and brought her to the kitchen and said “i was thinking we could have lunch first! let’s have dino nuggets!” lisa yells out rosie immediately agrees she was so hungry and dino nuggets were her favorite lisa put the frozen nuggets into the microwave while the two littles were waiting for the food they did a small catch up but ofc with them both being in a small headspace all they could say was “boring stuff” after the two talked for a few minutes the nuggets were ready and lisa being “older” she made them both plates and got a sippy cup full of apple juice for little chae then a normal plastic cup for herself they both made their way to the table little rosie put moch in a chair of his own as the two ate “lili can i have some ketchup?” the baby asks lisa nodded and went to get her some after putting a decent amount on her plate lisa squishes chaes cheeks and kisses her forehead lisa loves skin ship especially in little space so little rosie just smiled up at lisa with big sparkly eyes not minding lisa puts away the ketchup and eats her own food.

time skip after eating

“ooookaaaayy so i was thinking we can color after we ate!” rosie responds with “i’ll only color if you have a princess coloring book” lisa was happy she kept her disney coloring book she had gotten from jennie the two littles got everything they needed and started to color pictures neither of them could color in the lines in their headspace but they were having fun so they didn’t mind rosie was the first to be done coloring showing lisa a poorly colored picture of ariel she stuck it to the fridge and waited for lisa to be done coloring so she just watched her friend while she sucked on her thumb. after a few more minutes lisa finally yells that she’s finished and shows the other little her picture of rocky from paw patrol it was messy but less messy than rosies lisa hung hers up next to chaeyoungs and smiled satisfied in their work even commenting how they should be in a museum lisa turns around and sees little chae looking out the window with mocha in her arms “lisa! let’s play outside pleasssse” lisa replys with “wow that’s what my next plan was how did u know?” making a face similar to :o she then shook it off after making her way to the door and going outside rosie ran out into the grass admiring all of the dandelions and butterflies “isn’t this amazing mocha?!” the tall girl asks she sits in the grass talking to the butterflies and mocha just enjoying the nice warm air the little loves to play outside she could sit out for hours if you give her a few toys then you have lisa… she is a very messy baby she loves to play in the dirt she loves to be messy in general a lot of her friends compare her headspace to a little boy. lisa was sitting flat on her butt playing in a pile of dirt but she then looks up and sees little chaeng holding a flower up to mochas face lisa jumps up and runs over to rosie she sits down next to her and accidentally puts her hand on rosies dress the little gasped “lisaa! you got dirt on my dress!” the chaeyoung whines lisa then says “i’m sorry rosie i think it’ll come out” the “younger” then turns to lisa with teary eyes “but princesses aren’t supposed to have dirty dresses” she cries out lisa felt so bad then an idea came to her head “rosie let’s play tag!” rosie loved games lisa hoped this would work “okay tag you’re it!” the little says as she picks up mocha and runs off lisa was happy her friend wasn’t sad anymore she then sprung up and chased after chaeyoung the two littles spent the rest of their play date playing tag and looking up at the sky trying to guess what shapes the clouds were.

#﹫ 🎀 L1L1 ✦ !! #﹫ 🎀 r♡sie ✦ !! #age regression #babyspace #blackpink #blackpink agere #blackpink little space #little space #tiny #chaelisa #lisa #rosé #kpop little space #age regression kpop #little rosé #little lisa #agere #blackpink au #little space au #blackpink imagines #blink #blackpink ff

[onceuponaloonatic]

hi! i’ve read through a couple of your stories and i really love the dubchaeng abo hcs! i’d like to request maybe dahyun’s first heat with chaeyoung if possible :)

sorry for making you wait so long !! thank you for your patience and i'm glad you enjoy dubchaeng :)

tw: nsfw

Dahyun didn’t hate heats like most omegas. Most omegas absolutely hated having heats, all the omegas she knew weren’t fans of heats and when she first presented that was what everyone told her to look out for. But now that Dahyun had had a few she really didn’t understand why people hated them as much as they did. It wasn’t like she loved having a heat, but she also never really hated it. Especially after she and Chaeyoung started dating.

Dahyun had been on and off suppressants throughout her life (she only took them for convenience, there were times it wasn’t convenient to be out of commission for a few days), and she and Chaeyoung started dating during a period of her being on them. When Dahyun was taking suppressants, she would stop towards the end of the year as recommended by her doctor. Her doctor had told her that having at least one heat per year was a good idea if she didn’t want to have too many side effects and consequences. Dahyun thought it helped, she could see how suppressants had been negatively affecting her other omega friends. So every year around the end of October she would stop taking suppressants and have one heat in late November before going back on them. The first year her and Chaeyoung were dating, Chaeyoung just happened to be away with her family when Dahyun’s heat hit, so they hadn’t spent it together. The next was really Dahyun’s first heat with a romantic partner. Chaeyoung had always been a soft alpha. Her personality was not very dominating and she wasn’t very intimidating, even if she tried to be. Chaeyoung was a more relaxed alpha that didn’t even engage in any of the typical alpha behaviors or get too territorial. Even during sex. And really, Dahyun loved that about her. She liked having a softer alpha who never made her feel like she was just an omega. Sex with Chaeyoung was always soft. Chaeyoung was a soft person, even if she was an alpha. And normally, Dahyun loved it. But right now, when she was in the throes of her heat? It was driving her crazy. “Baby.” Dahyun whined, wiggling around as Chaeyougn softly thrust into her. “You can speed up, I’m not made of glass.” Chaeyoung nodded and sped up her pace. Dahyun let out a moan at that, her hips wiggling at the way the new pace made her feel. “You're really pretty Hyun.” Chaeyoung kissed right below Dahyun’s left eye. “You always look pretty, but right now you look especially pretty.” Dahyun couldn’t help but moan louder. She did love when Chaeyoung would rain compliments on her during moments like this. “Chaeng…” Was all Dahyun could manage to get out. She had never realized how mushy her heat would make her feel. She knew her hormones were all weird because of her heat but she wasn’t expecting this. Her heart was just filled with so much love for the woman she was with, for Chaeyoung. It felt like she was about to cry because she just loved Chaeyoung so much. “Oh shit Dahyun Unnie are you okay?” Dahyun was confused when Chaeyoung suddenly stopped. When she pulled away Dahyun could feel herself aching for her immediately. Dahyun felt a thumb on her cheek and it was then that she realized she was crying. “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you-”

“No-no I’m not hurt.” Dahyun hooked her legs around Chaeyoung's hips, pulling her closer just so she could feel her again. “I just- I love you so much.” Chaeyoung giggled at that, using Dahyun’s invasion to slip back inside her. She slowly worked back up to her pace, reveling in the little whines she got from her girlfriend. “You love me that much?” Chaeyoung teased. “C-Can’t help it.” Dahyun let out a loud moan. “It’s okay darling.” Chaeyoung giggled. “Cause I love you that much too.” Dahyun would later realize that maybe the reason she was so okay with her heat was the fact that she had the most wonderful person in the world to spend it with.

#twice #kim dahyun #son chaeyoung #dubchaeng #abo

[bbygirldahyun]

Based on my real life situation rn... Chae hasn’t came out to anyone, not even the girls, so when their parents finds out about it they start screaming through the phone “it’s those girls you live with fault! you weren’t like this!” “dad I’ve been like this my entire fucking life!” and she end up crying, so when the other girls hear the screams and sobbing they entered the smc room and comfort her, she finally coming out to them and they being super supportive. “Baby we love you anyways” “and we kinda already knew, but Chae that’s ok, we are here for you” “always” and she finally says “th-thank you” while trying to calm herself down. (You can change the dialogs to whatever you want <3)

hey i’m sorry this is your real life situation, please know you have a safe space and a home on here and we’ll always love and accept you in this lil community ❤️

tw transphobia

chaeyoung hasn’t known how to broach the topic of coming out to anyone. they’ve always been close with their family, and so they figure thats the place to start, because they worry if they tell the girls one of them will accidentally blab to the company or something.

the phone call doesn’t go quite how chaeyoung thought it would — they sit chewing on their thumbnail as their father shouts through the phone, “it’s those girls, i know it! you weren’t like this before!”

they’re just fed up, never having yelled so loud before when they shout back angrily, “i’ve been like this my whole fucking life!” tears streaming down their face, choking on every breath. they’re too angry to carry the conversation on, hanging the phone up and just burying their face in their hands, screaming their sobs and bawling their eyes out.

“chaeyoung?” tzuyu’s voice is what they hear first, watery eyes peeking up to see all the girls crowded in the doorway to the room. “we didn’t mean to eavesdrop but...i mean we couldn’t help but hear it.”

chaeyoung laughs a little, shaking their head as they try to wipe their tears away. “are you okay, honey?” jeongyeon asks softly, looking nervous and worried for chaeyoung.

“my family hates me,” they mutter. “they’re probably never going to talk to me again.”

“we’re your family too, chae,” dahyun says sincerely, walking over to sit down beside them and pull them into a tight hug. “we love you no matter what.”

all of the girls crowd around chaeyoung, and they finally get the words out they’ve been holding in for months, “i’m not a girl.”

“we kind of knew that, chaeng,” jihyo whispers, ruffling their hair a little, making them grin. “but thank you for telling us, honey. i’m honored you trust us with that.”

“you tell us whatever makes you feel most comfortable and we’ll do it, yeah?” momo tells them earnestly.

“we’re all here for you, always,” nayeon leans to press a firm kiss to chaeyoung’s forehead.

“thank you guys,” they whisper tearfully, feeling much better even after how awful the phone call went knowing they’ll always have the girls, that they still have a family somewhere.

#ask #anon #twice #chaeyoung #ot9 #nonbinary!chaeyoung

[fyeah-chaeyoung]

© 울고보챙 | do not edit.

#chaeyoung #twice #p:fantaken #p:fansign #e:signal #170520 #170520f #tw chae #smile #dimple #flower chaeng

[twixxtor]

I'm so bad at soft asks so sorry if this sucks haha. But how about Chaeyoung sneaking off when they have free time without telling anyone, and the other girls going into a panic and calling everyone they know until Chaeyoung comes home at midnight after spending the day chilling and smoking weed in a quiet, discreet hidey hole of hers

don’t worry this is great☺️

tw drugs

chaeyoung’s so hyped about their days off that she just bolts out of the dorm as soon as possible. not that she doesn’t want to be with her members but she just needs her space to chill and roll a few joints.

so she goes missing for five hours, that’s normal from her since she often loses herself in antique shops. it doesn’t worry anyone, but then it’s been ten hours and jihyo starts to worry that something happened to her.

they try calling chaeyoung at least fifteen times within an hour but she doesn’t pick up, which only worries them even more.

they call yeri, hoping maybe she’s sleeping over there but nope. they try calling her brother, thinking that maybe he would know something but even he doesn’t know.

”where the hell is she? it’s past midnight, what if something bad happened? i don’t want to call her parents and worry them,” jihyo huffs, in annoyance and worry, crossing her arms as momo pats her back.

”maybe she just needs some space? you know how she is, she likes to disappear,” momo says calmly, pulling jihyo into her arms to try and calm her.

jihyo frowns, ”yeah, for a couple hours. not over...” she looks at the clock, ”fifteen hours.”

momo stays quiet, stroking her thumb over jihyo’s knuckles.

then there’s rustling from the front door, keys turning in the lock and chaeyoung walking in.

jihyo’s up before momo can stop her, storming to the youngest girl with anger in her steps.

”where were you? why didn’t you answer our calls? why did you not tell anyone where you were going? do you know how worried we were, chaeyoung?!” the leader jumps out in her, not noticing the startled expression on chaeyoung’s face, or the other girls walking in because of all the noise.

sana steps in, pulling jihyo away from chaeyoung because she’s almost pressing her against the door with how close she is.

”jihyo calm down, okay? she’s here and she’s safe. and she probably has a good reason, right chaeyoungie?” sana turns to the younger girl.

to her defence she’s still a little high from the weed, brain not processing everything nearly as fast as it should. so she ends up staring at them with a blank expression for a few seconds, mouth opening and closing.

”chaeyoung, did something happen?” jihyo’s anger quickly fades to worry again, pulling the younger girl to the couch to sit her down and take her hand. all the others follow them, quietly sitting down to listen.

”i... i think i forgot my phone here. and i’m sorry i worried all of you, i didn’t mean to do that,” she mumbles.

momo moves to hug her while jihyo squeezes her hand gently.

”it’s okay now, chaeng. but we still would like to know where you were,” nayeon speaks, for the first time since chaeyoung came back.

chaeyoung seems to think about something before nodding her head. ”i have a small studio. i use it to get away when i need it and i just- i was so happy to leave this morning that i totally forgot to take anything with me and then i got high and-” jihyo interrupts her. ”you got high? are you serious chaengie? we were worried sick about you while you were smoking pot in your little hideaway,” she laughs.

”i- yeah.. pretty much,” chaeyoung mutters. and then there’s a few giggles coming from the others, not even surprised that their little cub would do something like that.

jihyo sighs, holds back another laugh when she tries to scold her.

”okay. next time you better tell someone, so we won’t almost call the police,” and chaeyoung’s never nodded so fast, groaning when nayeon smacks her upside her head when she walks past her.

#ask #anon #twice #chaeyoung #jihyo #momo #sana #nayeon #fluffy #sfw

[chellesdump]

Rosie Begins - ChaeNnie

"While being overseas Jennie and Rosé discover different facets of their person"

word count ─ 3k

tags ─ little!rosie, cg!jennie, tw! crying, fluff

notes ─ Second work in the series, we'll see what Jennie and Rosé found out while being overseas. Here is the link to the story on AO3 if you prefer to read it over there. Hope you enjoy it :3

Rosé woke up early in the morning due to the excitement of traveling back to LA after the last time she went there for Coachella as a member of Blackpink, but this time she was going as Roseanne Park maybe for work but also for enjoyment. Her excitement couldn’t be contained inside her, she was oozing energy, this showed in her step as she was skipping throughout the halls towards the bathroom while humming, filling the dorm with her energy while all the other members were still in Morpheus arms.

After having a shower and getting dressed, she made her way back to her room once again humming, on the way she passed Jennie’s room (her travel mate) and saw that the cat-eyed girl was still sleeping instead of getting ready for their flight. She ventured inside Jennie’s room with an objective in mind waking her up without getting hurt which wasn't an easy task.

She tiptoed thru the room towards the bed, once she reached her destination Rosé proceeded to try and ease Jennie out of her slumber by gently shaking her body, but this proved futile as Jen just turned her body to the other side to avoid the disturbance.

Seeing that being gentle wasn’t the answer Rosé took out the big guns and started poking Jennie all over her body and repeating over and over “Jen wake up. Jen it’s time to rise”, increasing the volume of her voice with each repetition.

After a couple of minutes of being poked, tickled, and having her ears bleeding by the volume, Jennie decided to wake up to stop the harassment being imparted to her being. “Ugh” moaned Jen “Stop the harassment Rosie, I’m already awake” mumbled while stretching to get rid of the sleep on her extremities.

By the time the clock marked 9 o’clock both girls were ready and just waiting for their manager to come and pick them up to take them to the airport, their other members were still presumed asleep oblivious to the ruckus caused by Rosé’s last-minute preparations for the trip.

The sound of steps kept getting louder coming from the direction of the rooms, soon after two sleepy bodies emerged from the hallway and took a seat beside them on the sofa immediately snuggling against their bodies before breaking the silence that had made its way into the room.

“Hey Jendeukie, Chaeng…” a yawn interrupted Jisoo’s sentence “when are you going to leave?”, but the question made Jennie to shake her off her arm and put a pout on her face, “Are you telling me to leave already” shot back Jen with hurt clear on her words.

Jisoo was quick to reassure her that wasn’t the case and cuddle the cat-eyed girl, “It isn’t like that Jen, I just want to know how much time left I have to snuggle with the cutest girl before you have to go” she finishes her statement with a kiss on her forehead, action which bought a gummy smile on Jennie’s face.

“You’re such a sap Chu, but they’re picking us up around 9:45, so we have a bit more than half an hour worth of cuddles left” replied Jennie snuggling closer to Jisoo’s body letting go a little hum of content but their moment of relaxation was interrupted by a gagging sound coming from their younger friends.

“Oh gosh, guys, there’s innocent eyes present and you are being so X-rated” retorted Lisa and covered Chae’s eyes, the latter reacted by doing the same action to Lisa’s eyes, after a couple of seconds of silence they erupted in laughter making Jennie irritated by their antics, but soon the four were laughing enjoying one of their last moments together for the foreseeable future.

The next 30 minutes flew by so quickly and the four had watery expressions, caused by the departure of half of their team. The younger ones were the most affected, not wanting to let the other go, they had to be pried from each other’s arms by Jensoo one pulling Lisa into the house and the other pulling Rosé towards the elevator.

The ride towards the airport was filled with quiet sobs coming from Rosé’s being, Jennie ended up cuddling the aussie in an attempt to calm her down before arriving at the airport so as to not rise gossip from the fans or paparazzi that they would encounter. Fortunately, Rosé was able to calm down as they arrived at the airport, but as an extra measure for their security, the girls were escorted privately thru the facilities to avoid all the commotion.

After being checked in they were guided to a private waiting room to rest while the plane was ready for boarding, they decided to spend this time drinking some cold beverages from Starbucks and some light snacks for Chaeng since all the crying drained her energy.

Posterior to having boarded and the plane taking off, both girls proceeded to go back to Morpheus' arms due to the longevity of the flight they had just got into.

Three hours into the flight Jennie woke up thanks to the sound of crying coming from somewhere within the walls of the plane, she adjudicates it to the toddler she saw boarding after them prior because she couldn’t do anything she tried to fall back asleep, but her brain registered the cries more thoroughly, recognizing them as coming from the seat beside her more specifically Chaeyoung’s seat.

This realization made her get rid of all the slumber from her body and analyze the situation, getting concerned as her brain finally woke up fully, turning to assess the situation and stop Chaeyoung’s cries. “Chae, are you okay? What happened? Why the tears?” utter the Korean girl trying to see if Rosé had any visible injuries but the search was null, but this got the Aussie’s attention who still had crocodile tears pouring from her eyes.

Chaeyoung kept sobbing but tried to express the reason for her tears, “U-unnie ‘am sca-scared” said while rubbing at her eyes and plastering a frown on her face, this swamped Jennie’s heart with worry, so she questions as to the why of the fear, “P-panes sca-scady ‘nnie, no wanna be he-hewe”.

This information was new to the Korean since Rosé hadn't mentioned it before on their other flights, the only thing left to do was to comfort her due to her inability to get them off the plane at the moment, so she hugged the Aussie and started rocking both of their bodies side to side while muttering words of comfort “Everything’s going to be okay Chaeng, nothing bad is going to happen to you while I’m here”.

The only response coming from Chaeyoung was a muffled “Pwomise unnie?” followed by more force being put into their embrace as the plane hit some turbulence, “I promise Rosie” was muttered before a kiss was placed on Chaeyoung’s forehead, melting most of the worry that was suffocating her.

Jennie kept rocking both of them, but a thought kept plaguing her mind, why was Chaeng acting like this all of the sudden, she was quite childlike as much as Lisa but at the moment she resembled more a toddler than a carefree young adult.

Posterior to 40 minutes of reassurance Chaeyoung let go of Jennie and resituated on her seat once again but never letting go of her hold on her unnie’s hand, afraid she was going to disappear magically and leave her all alone on the scary plane where all the mean adults go throw mad expressions her way.

The only reason for Chaeyoung being seated on her own seat was that over the intercoms the crew had announced that it was mealtime, and of course, she can’t miss that important time of the trip, which also happened to be the only enjoyable moment of the whole flight so far as she could think of.

The food that was served by the crew appeared so yummy in Chaeyoung’s eyes, they were given bulgogi with rice, dongchimi noodles, and bibimbap, with their choice of drink that could range from imported wine, champagne, cola, water (plain and sparkling) to even some juice. When the kind stewardess came to give them their drinks, she was quick to make her doubts present, “Do you haf’ beew by ‘ny chance?” said Chaeng tilting her head.

“Yes Miss, we have different brands, such as: Hite, Terra, Cass, Kloud. Which one would you like?”

Hearing this made Jennie turn her head quickly towards the stewardess and order the drinks for both of them, “Miss can we have some cola for me and a juice for her, please and thank you” told her Jen with a smile as to not appear even ruder, but of course Chaeng made her discontent know to Jen, “But unnie I want beew fo’ da kimchi” whined the Aussie while crossing her arms. Trying to reason with Chaeng prove to be harder than imagined, “Roseanne Park, you’ve got two choices either juice or cola. Choose one or you’ll be drinking water and not having dessert” she told her, but Chaeyoung wasn’t having it and whined again “Beew, I wan’ beew” wailed while kicking her legs and flailing her arms.

“Park Chaeyoung that’s enough! This is your last chance, choose either the juice or cola. And apologize to the kind lady for your attitude” finished Jennie while providing a look that meant there wasn’t any room left for discussion. Sensing that Jennie was serious, she turned to the stewardess and asked for her drink “Can I haf’ a stawbedy juice pwease Miss, and sowwy fo’ making a ruckus” she finished with a small bow to better express her apology.

“It’s all forgiven yeobo, just listen to your Unnie next time, ok?” said sweetly the stewardess while giving them their respective drinks.

“Now behave Chaeng, I don’t want to have to scold you again,” told her Jennie while starting to eat the food in front of her, from the corner of her eye she noticed that Chaeng wasn’t touching her food but decided to ignore it for the moment in order to eat. When she finished her food, she took notice that Rosé’s food was still intact and asked for the reason, “’am not hungwy unnie” answered with a wavering voice the younger girl. Knowing she was surely lying due to her never saying no to food Jen proceeded to scoop some food from Chaeng’s plate and offer it to the girl with a silly voice “The food train is coming! Next stop Chaengie’s mouth! Choo-choo”, that made the Aussie’s spirit to lift, so she allowed Jennie to continue feeding her between giggles on account of her unnie’s silliness.

With their food finished and their tummies filled both girls laid back into their seats to relax and digest their food better, the relaxing moment didn’t last for long as Chaeyoung’s long-forgotten fear resurfaced due to not having a distraction anymore, luckily her unnie was beside her to keep her grounded and prevent the bad thoughts away. But even if Jennie was beside her the fear was still present and they were barely entering the second third of their flight, many things could happen on the remaining 7 or so hours of the flight and those thoughts would just not leave her alone, fogging everything else.

Jennie sensing that Rosé would surely have another crying fit if she didn’t do something quick proceeded to grab her and move her into her own seat to have a better grip for a hug in order to calm down the already shaking girl who was just seconds away from letting the waterworks free, in the time that took for Rosé to calm down enough to have her full attention Jennie kept thinking in what could they do so she wouldn’t have her head on the plane and the scariness this carried with it. The solution she was able to come with was for both of them to watch a movie together. They'd do this while cuddling on her seat so Chaeyoung could have her mind on the movie but at the same time be able to have contact with her body to reduce the stress and anxiety.

“Hey Chaeng” called Jennie in a soft voice, “would you like to watch a movie with unnie? You can choose it and we’ll even cuddle while watching it, how does that sound?” she asked while keeping rubbing circles on Rosé’s back, whose face and whole body was buried against Jennie’s chest trying to get all the possible contact and warm out of her unnie’s body. Her response came a few seconds later in the form of a tiny nod against her chest and a pair of curious eyes looking at her, she went ahead and reposition both of their bodies with Rosé between her legs and her back pressed against her chest. All this so they would be in a comfier position to start their movie watching, once both of them were comfy enough Jennie put play to Chaeng’s selection, “Beauty and the Beast”.

At the last few minutes of the movie Chaeyoung finally lost her battle against sleep, Jennie noticed about halfway that the Aussie was nodding off but kept fighting against it in order to keep watching the movie, once she was sure Chaeng wouldn’t wake up if she moved her, she laid her down on the seat and situated herself next to the sleeping girl's body and cuddle her before she too joining her off to dreamland.

They slept throughout the rest of the flight only waking up to have their next meal before the landing of the plane. Once they had arrived at LAX (Los Angeles International Airport) and gather all their things they were taken to their hotel where they proceeded to get cleaned up after the 12+ hour flight they had just experienced. With Rosé still acting ’toddlerish’ the ordeal proved to be quite hard for Jennie, who had to get Chaeyoung showered and with clean clothes, before she was able to do it for herself, once it was Jennie’s turn to take a shower Chaeng started acting out again.

“NO ‘NNIE, NO GO. ‘TAY WIF ROSIE” exclaimed the younger girl while tugging at Jennie’s arm towards the bed making her sit down, if it were any other instance she would’ve indulged Rosé, but she felt grimy, tired and really needed the shower to help relieve the stress from the trip so she made a deal with Rosé “Hey Rosie, how about you choose a movie to watch while I take a shower?”, but the response wasn’t the one expected, “NO, no wanna see ‘nother movie. Wanna be wif unnie” whined the blonde while making puppy eyes and pouting.

“The pouty face won’t work this time, Rosie. But how about this, you choose a place to go or activity to do together while I take a shower and the rest of the day, I’m all yours” after getting an exciting positive answer she went to finally take her shower.

When she got out, she found a Rosie jumping from excitement, literally jumping on the bed, who had the amazingest coolest funniest plan for the day, her words not Jennie’s. Apparently, her plan included going to Disneyland to meet all the princesses and eat so much ice cream; she persuaded her to drop the visit to Disneyland under the premise of Lisa and Jisoo, being sad and feeling left out, this amazingly make her agree right away, so they settle for going out for ice cream and a visit to the Disney store instead, as their plan for the day.

The rest of their trip overseas turned out amazing, doing so many different things and meeting lots of amazing people, with Rosie regressing (as Jennie later found out was the right word to describe it) when they were together and had a bit more privacy.

Soon it was already time to get back to Korea, this time with a fully adult Rosé due to the anxiety of going back home to Lisa and Jisoo with a new facet of her discovered. Jennie was feeling just like Rosé, anxious after what Lisoo could think about this new phase of her and Chaeyoung’s relationship.

The flight back home was both uneventful and smooth, the time seemed to be on double speed because after they knew they were back in Korea waiting to be picked up and taken back to the dorm. The ride back home was the most nerve-wracking of their lives as they were anxious to see their friends once again, once they arrived and got their respective luggage they went to their apartment at a snail pace, trying to postergate their arrival as long as they could.

As soon as Jennie and Rosé put a foot on the threshold the anxiety melted away for the moment, being replaced by excitement at seeing their friends once again after 3 weeks of them being overseas.

“Mandu! Pasta! Welcome back to Korea” said Jisoo hugging them, but Rosé got out from the hug quickly as she felt Lego rub against her leg just as Lisa came forward too, “Welcome back Jen” said the Thai while giving her a quick hug.

Hearing Lisa speak Rosé turned her head quickly in the direction of the voice before yelling “LALISA!” and running towards Lisa, seeing this, Lisa yelled back “CHAEYOUNG!”, getting herself ready for the oncoming hug and posterior jumping from both parties emanating joy at getting their best friend back.

“It seems they both missed each other a lot don’t you think so Jendeuk?” said Jisoo throwing her arm around Jennie’s shoulders, “Yeah, there were times where I thought Rosie would die without her buddy. But she seemed to enjoy herself back in LA” answered Jennie snuggling herself further in Jisoo’s embrace.

“Now that you mention it, how was your time there? Did you have lots of fun? And more importantly, did you miss me lots?” smirked Jisoo at the last question, but the response made the anxiety resurface in Jennie’s body, “It was awesome and well spent our time there, we sure had lots of fun, and of course I missed you lots, who wouldn’t miss your cute snores… But I need to talk to you about something that happened at the time that we were there. We realized something about one of our younger members” expressed Jennie with worry in her voice.

#chellesdump #age regression #sfw littlespace #blackpink agere #blackpink little space #little rosé #cg!jennie #chaennie

[twicearoundthesun]

Baby SMC AU Infodump - Chaeyoung + Nayeon

This turned into Chaeyoung + how it all started, so it got long. 

TW - this touches on grief and the Im parents’ passing.

Chaeyoung is actually adopted, too. Nayeon’s parents took Chaeyoung in as a few-week old baby because she was an emergency case at their mother’s office. The Ims weren’t supposed to be a permanent home for her, they felt they were a little too old to have a newborn to look after, but of course they all fell in love and legally adopted her. She was born in April and was living with the Im family permanently by the end of June – this was right around the time Nayeon was graduating high school, and Nayeon was a huge help with taking care of baby Chaeng. Nayeon moves into the dorms at the end of that summer and lives at school once it starts. Her parents wanted her to have a normal college experience with friends, not to constantly be worrying about taking care of baby Chaeng (though she would never complain, she loves her sister dearly). The university they attend is a short drive from Nayeon’s hometown though, so she visits home often. And if Nayeon is visiting home chances are some or all of the other Unnies come along too, to escape campus life and enjoy a good home-cooked meal occasionally. This means Chaeyoung was too young to remember a time when she wasn’t surrounded by her Unnies – she grew up being almost as comfortable with all five of them as she was with Nayeon (especially Jeongyeon, since she visited home with Nayeon the most because, 2yeon). And of course all the Unnies loved her – they’d volunteer to babysit a lot, both to give the parents a break and also to play with a cute baby.

Chaeyoung is, to no one’s surprise, a pretty hyper and loud toddler. She’s usually pretty happy, especially if she’s running around or dancing or playing with her sisters. She’s moody, too, but that’s to be expected of a kid that’s been through so much. She’s very attached to Nayeon and by extension Jeongyeon, but she isn’t super cuddly unless she’s in the right mood. She’d much rather be actively playing – in a tickle fight with Jeong, being chased around by Momo, or playing games with Jihyo. Nayeon knows her like the back of her hand and is great at calming her down, but Nayeon can also lose her patience after a little while. Chaeng is the most likely to wander away, color on the walls, or drag one of her siblings into mischief. She also talks soooo much, definitely the most talkative. 

Having all of her familiar Unnies to take care of her made the transition easier on her, but she still grieves like any other kid would after such a big life change. She has a better grasp on death than Dahyun does; this is because the Unnies really did their research on how to explain everything to her and how to respond when she’s asking difficult questions; they talked to specialists and surrounded her with tons of love. She’s incredibly well-adjusted because they’ve given her a loving environment to process her feelings and thrive in straight from the get-go – so she talks about her feelings when they’re difficult, and talks about her parents when she misses them. Any of the Unnies are happy to sit down and talk with her and listen to her feelings and they make that very clear to all three of them.

#baby smc au #baby smc au characterization #chaeyoung #nayeon