Jock G!p Yujin That Likes To Brag About Her Length And About The Countless Of Girls She Has Banged When

this is such a beautiful ending to such a beautiful fic. good lord this a chef's kiss🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻 i would frame this in a museum if i could 😭

𝑶𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 - Part 5 (Final)

Winter x Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~9K

Pt 1 , Pt 2 , Pt 3, Pt 4, Pt 5

Synopsis: Kim Minjeong had heard all about the famous group of fuckboys and fuckgirls around campus. When Y/N Y/L/N, the leader of that group and student council president of the university, approached her with sweet smiles and soft gestures, Minjeong decided she would be the one playing her instead.

Except maybe Y/N took her relationship with Minjeong seriously and was never even a fuckgirl to begin with.

Tags: death, hospital setting, misunderstandings, run and chase, guitarist Minjeong, band!Aespa, doctor!reader

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Y/N expected Minjeong to try even harder after the car ride.

She expected the flowers, food, and gifts to keep coming, and she expected the orange-haired singer to keep appearing in her life.

But no.

A week went by without any sign of life from Minjeong.

Then two weeks.

When a full month went by, Y/N assumed the singer had given up. She had bitten off more than she could chew, and when the reality of the situation finally hit her, she ran away and left the doctor behind once again.

Y/N didn't know whether to be happy or sad, so, as always, she focused on her work.

"Think I scared the carrot off?" Yana asked, trying to keep a proud smile at bay.

"Think you're pissing me off." Y/N didn't look up at her. She leaned back in her chair and focused on the document in front of her.

"You're such a sourpuss," Yana tutted, flicking Y/N's earlobe affectionately. Y/N swatted her hand away, but there was a hint of a smile on her face.

"And you're annoying," she retorted. "I'm busy, you know. I have things to do, papers to sign, patients to see."

Yana rolled her eyes, resting her hip against the edge of the desk.

"Or you're just trying to avoid going home."

Y/N almost scoffed. "Yeah, tell that to the eight-year-old diagnosed with a grade 2 astrocytoma."

Yana's expression softened momentarily, a hint of sorrow in her eyes.

"How is Yoonji doing?" she asked softly.

Y/N sighed, leaning back in her chair and rubbing a hand over her face. "As good as she can be," she said quietly. "It's serious, Yana, and she's young. The next few months..." Her voice trailed off, and she didn’t finish the sentence.

Yana was silent for a moment before speaking again.

"Maybe you should go home, Y/N, and come back with a refreshed mind. You've been here for almost three days now—it's not healthy."

Y/N shook her head, though weariness was evident in her eyes. The worry for her young patient weighed heavily on her shoulders, along with the mountain of paperwork on her desk.

"Can't. I have a surgery in two hours," she said softly, her voice betraying more exhaustion than she wanted to show.

Yana frowned, clearly worried. She knew how relentless Y/N could be when it came to her work, but she also knew the toll it took on her.

"Are you even listening to yourself? Three days without a proper break? You need to take care of yourself too. You’ll burn out at this rate."

She placed a hand on Y/N's shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. "Let someone else handle the surgery. Take a day off. Go home, take a bath, watch some trashy TV, and eat something other than hospital food for once."

Y/N sighed, knowing that Yana wouldn’t relent without an answer. She dropped her pen and turned in her chair to face her friend. "I'll do that after surgery, okay? Don’t worry so much about me. I'm fine."

Yana raised an eyebrow skeptically. "After this surgery, you'll just find another reason to stay. And then another after that. I know you, Y/N."

She crossed her arms, fixing Y/N with a stern look. "You need rest. And if you won’t take it voluntarily, I’ll make you."

Y/N shook her head, smiling faintly as she held up her pinky between them. "No, this is the last one, I promise. My schedule’s clear for tomorrow. I won’t set foot in this hospital."

Yana huffed but couldn’t resist the pinky swear. "Fine," she said, linking her pinky with Y/N's. "But if I catch you here tomorrow, I’ll knock you out and drive you home myself."

She let go of their pinkies and made her way toward the door. "Come say bye before you leave?"

Y/N couldn’t help but smile softly and nod. "I will."

As her friend finally left, she refocused on the documents in front of her. She was supposed to be analyzing the best procedure to adopt with the little girl who still didn’t know she had cancer, but it was a tricky situation. The cancer was advanced, and the only possible surgeries were incredibly risky given the girl's age. Y/N had been trying to come up with a solution for days, but nothing seemed viable.

Y/N sighed and ran a frustrated hand through her hair, not hearing the soft knock at the door or the quiet footsteps coming inside.

Minjeong slipped into the office, a smile spreading across her face at the sight before her. Y/N just looked so captivating when she was focused—her brow slightly furrowed, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Minjeong had missed her.

"You look stressed," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N's head shot up at the sound, her eyes widening in surprise. Minjeong stood in the doorway, her smile soft and warm.

Y/N’s heart gave a sharp thump against her chest. It had been a month since she’d seen the singer. Seeing her again now, after a month of silence, knocked the breath right out of her.

She quickly gathered herself. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her tone coming out a bit more brusque than intended.

Minjeong didn’t let the tone bother her. She approached and took a seat on the other side of the desk.

"I missed you, Y/N," she said softly, pulling a small gift from her pocket. It was a golden necklace with a small heart pendant. "Got this in Berlin...made me think of you."

Y/N’s gaze flickered to the necklace in Minjeong’s hand, her heart twisting at the sight. Her eyes then lifted to meet Minjeong’s, taking in her soft smile and familiar features.

She wanted to stay mad, to tell Minjeong to leave her office and leave her alone. But she couldn’t seem to find the words.

After a few moments of silence, Y/N finally spoke. "You've been gone a month," she said, cursing the slight waver in her voice.

Minjeong nodded, her eyes drifting away from Y/N's. "Yeah, it was the last leg of our tour. We're supposed to lay low for a while now—write songs for our new album and start the whole recording process again." She suddenly looked up at Y/N, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "Did you like the gifts I sent you while I was away?"

Y/N frowned in confusion. "What gifts?"

Minjeong's excitement immediately deflated, replaced by a look of disappointment.

"What do you mean? I sent you a letter before leaving. And I sent you gifts after every performance. Bouquets, letters, chocolates..." Her voice trailed off as the realization hit her. "You... you didn't get any of it?"

Y/N shook her head. "Where did you send them to?"

"The hospital," Minjeong replied, her eyebrows furrowing. "I put your name on it."

Y/N paused, an amused expression flickering across her face.

"Right… all gifts sent to the hospital are automatically taken to the donations office. Come to think of it, that’s probably why the kiddos in the pediatric department were walking around with flowers all month."

Minjeong paled at the thought, her eyes widening in horror.

"Shit," she whispered, her voice filled with disbelief. "All this time… I thought you were ignoring my gifts, and you... didn't even get any of them?"

A mixture of guilt and embarrassment washed over her. She had been so sure the doctor was rejecting her gifts.

Y/N smiled slightly, taking a moment to look Minjeong up and down as if to assess her well-being. Touring was incredibly taxing on people, but Minjeong looked okay. Tired, but okay.

"How was Berlin?" Y/N found herself asking without a second thought. Once she caught on to what had just happened, she inwardly cursed herself.

She wasn't supposed to show interest. She wasn't supposed to be interested.

Minjeong's initial embarrassment began to fade as she picked up on Y/N's unintended slip. She leaned forward slightly, her eyes softening with amusement. "Berlin was beautiful. Busy, but... beautiful," she said, her voice quieter now, almost as if she were trying not to break the fragile moment they were sharing.

Y/N did her best to appear disinterested. The subtle way she kept her gaze on Minjeong, how her hands stilled on the desk, and the way her jaw clenched when Minjeong smiled—all of it gave her away.

"It sounds like it," Y/N replied, keeping her tone neutral. She quickly moved to change the subject, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms. "At least the gifts went to someone who actually appreciated them."

Minjeong smiled at the small jab. "I'll be more careful next time. But for what it's worth, none of this would've happened if you just gave me your number."

Y/N chuckled, shaking her head as she returned to her documents. "I'm not giving you my number."

"Why not?" Minjeong asked, her voice laced with a mixture of amusement and disappointment. She leaned back in her seat, watching as Y/N worked.

She decided right then and there to reach for her purse as well. She pulled out her phone and notebook as if it were the most natural thing in the world, leaving them on Y/N's desk as she stole one of the doctor's pens.

"'Cause you're perfectly capable of stalking me without it," Y/N declared, watching Minjeong with a raised eyebrow.

She was making herself at home, wasn't she?

Minjeong smirked, rolling her eyes as she settled comfortably into the seat.

"I prefer the term 'determined pursuit,'" she said, opening her notebook and focusing on it.

Y/N watched her for a while and eventually gave up with a head shake. Figuring the singer out wasn't worth her time, but curiosity got the best of her.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Minjeong looked up from her notebook, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Working, of course," she said, her tone as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Figured I'd write better songs with my muse in front of me."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, feeling a mix of annoyance and something else she didn't want to name.

"Just don't turn everyone against me this time around."

Minjeong's smile quickly vanished. She found herself hissing slightly and avoiding Y/N's eyes. "I never meant to turn anyone against you, you know? I... I couldn't have predicted that everyone would... react that way. And I was just so angry. I was an asshole. I'm sorry."

Y/N's expression didn’t change at the apology. Again, she told herself she didn’t need it. It had been too long; she had moved on. But even then, her younger self felt a little satisfied at finally getting the apology she had desperately craved.

She returned to her work without saying anything else. This wasn’t about Minjeong; she had a lot to do.

Minjeong pushed her feelings of disappointment and sadness aside to focus on her work. She figured she had to take things slow with Y/N. Overwhelming and annoying her was not the solution, so she opted for small, more discreet moments.

Also, she really did need inspiration for her new songs, and there was no one who inspired her more than the doctor.

So, the two got to work.

Minjeong glanced up from her writing, stealing glances at Y/N in between verses. She couldn't deny how comforting it was to be in the same space as her, even in silence.

Y/N also didn’t seem to mind Minjeong’s company. She’d never admit it out loud, but it felt good having the singer around again. She liked the attention and care that the orange-haired woman seemed to have for her. Sitting in front of her again reminded her of when they were younger, studying late into the night at the university’s library.

Nothing good really lasts forever, though, and soon Y/N’s pager rang.

It was time for her to prepare for surgery.

Minjeong watched her stand up and quickly got up to follow.

"Are we finally going home?" she smiled.

Y/N rolled her eyes softly. "You're going home. I have surgery."

"Oh." Minjeong's mouth fell open in slight surprise. She shrugged and settled back down in her chair. "I'll wait for you to come back, then."

Y/N halted her movements and stared at Minjeong. "It's a 5 to 7 hour surgery."

Minjeong didn't budge. "Even better. You'll be too tired when you come back, so I'll drive you home."

The doctor gaped at her. Minjeong was being so damn stubborn; it was almost as infuriating as it was endearing.

"You can't just camp out in my office for 7 hours," she snapped. "Go home. I don't need a babysitter."

Minjeong's smile widened at Y/N's outburst. She knew she was pushing her luck, but she couldn't help herself. There was something about Y/N that made her want to poke and prod and push.

She crossed her arms over her chest, raising her chin in a defiant gesture. "Do you have to complain about every nice thing I do? You'll be dead tired; I'll take you home."

Y/N's eyes narrowed as she looked at Minjeong. The girl was getting under her skin so easily, and the worst part was that a part of her actually enjoyed their arguments.

Her pager rang again, and she sighed. "I don't have time for this, Minjeong. Stop playing and go home."

She gathered her belongings and left, convinced that Minjeong wouldn't have the patience to wait that long. She figured the singer would last fifteen minutes alone in the office before heading home.

That thought was the reason why Y/N's eyes widened when she returned to her office eight hours later.

There had been complications in the surgery, so it took longer than expected.

Y/N had been certain that Minjeong would have left a long time ago. The sight of the singer laying on her couch, sleeping soundly, both surprised and frustrated her.

Y/N stood in the doorway, watching Minjeong. She wanted to feel angry, annoyed even, at the girl for sticking around all this time. But instead, a pang of concern and fondness took over her chest. Minjeong had just returned from tour; she should be resting well at home.

Y/N quietly walked over to the couch and stood in front of the singer, contemplating whether to wake her or just let her rest.

With a sigh, she walked to her closet and pulled out the fluffy blanket she usually used whenever she stayed back at the hospital. She covered Minjeong with it, watching her turn and sigh in her sleep before returning to her desk to start on her reports.

Y/N settled into her work, trying to ignore the soft sound of Minjeong's breathing in the background. It wasn't easy to concentrate, but she forced herself to focus. She'd get everything done and then deal with the singer, who’d probably wake up any moment now.

But Minjeong slept on, undisturbed, for the rest of the night. Y/N had just finished her tenth report, and the sun was high in the sky when she heard stirring from the couch.

Minjeong groaned, her eyelashes fluttering softly as she slowly opened her eyes. She sat up, a small yawn escaping her lips as she took in her surroundings.

Momentarily disoriented, her mind still foggy with sleep, her gaze fell upon Y/N, who sat at her desk surrounded by piles of paperwork.

The memory of last night came rushing back, and she felt a pang of guilt in her chest.

Clearing her throat, her voice still groggy from sleep, she said, "You were supposed to wake me up."

"You were supposed to go home," Y/N replied without looking up from her report, letting out a yawn. Yana would kill her if she knew she was still at the hospital.

"Why? So you could stay here all night and not sleep? I won't let you, doc."

Minjeong's voice was firm, but there was a hint of concern in her eyes as she observed the exhaustion evident on Y/N's face.

"I was worried about you." Minjeong stood up, her eyebrows furrowing as she walked toward Y/N. With a gentle touch, she reached for her pen. "Still am."

Y/N rolled her eyes at the gesture and sighed heavily. Truth be told, she was exhausted. She could barely remember the last time she slept, and her original plan had been to go home after her surgery. But it’s not like she could just leave Minjeong alone in her office, could she?

"Can you please just go home?"

"I will," Minjeong smiled. She almost felt bad at the relieved sigh that escaped Y/N's lips. "Just as soon as you do the same."

Y/N pursed her lips, her expression a mix of frustration and exhaustion. "You're impossible, you know that?"

Minjeong's stubbornness was both maddening and endearing, and Y/N found herself caught in this strange push and pull. Part of her wanted to yell and demand Minjeong go home, but another part quietly appreciated her persistence.

Minjeong smiled.

This was a tightrope for her to walk, and she really didn't want to mess up. "I'm in love with you, Y/N, and I've been trying really, really hard to make you like me back, so I usually wouldn't be this annoying. But I'm standing my ground on this—you need to rest."

Y/N's breath hitched slightly at Minjeong's confession. It felt surreal to hear those words after all those years. A wave of emotions washed over her, bringing back memories she had buried deep in her heart.

"Why do you..." Y/N started, her voice faltering slightly. Why did Minjeong still like her? Especially after everything she had done?

"I don't need you, Minjeong..." Her voice was firm. "I don't need you, and I don't want you, so for the love of God, can you leave me alone?"

Minjeong's smile faltered for a moment, her heart sinking at the harsh words.

She took a step closer, her expression a mix of vulnerability and determination.

"I know," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "I know you don't want me, and I know I don't deserve your forgiveness. But I'm not leaving. Not until I've proven to you how sorry I am."

"You can prove it by leaving me alone and not coming back." Y/N couldn't look at Minjeong—not when the singer was looking at her like that.

So she tried going back to her laptop.

Stepping forward, Minjeong reached over and gently closed the screen. Her hand landed on Y/N's, silently conveying her determination.

"I'm not leaving you alone when you're pushing yourself this hard. You need rest. You need to take care of yourself too, you know."

Y/N let out a deep, frustrated sigh, her shoulders sagging in exhaustion. She wanted to argue, to tell Minjeong to go away and leave her alone, but the weight of the past few days was catching up to her.

She reluctantly closed her eyes, her head drooping backwards against her chair. She knew she was too tired to fight.

"You're infuriating, you know that?" she mumbled, her voice betraying some vulnerability.

"Yeah, I know." Minjeong whispered in response.

She knew she was treading on thin ice, pushing boundaries she had no right to cross. But there was something about Y/N that brought out a protective side in her, and she found herself unable to simply walk away.

"I'm gonna take you home," she quietly suggested, her thumb gently caressing the back of Y/N's hand, "and you'll sleep for the next two days. Deal?"

"Whatever." Y/N huffed softly, pulling her hand away from Minjeong's to stand up. "This changes nothing between us."

Minjeong hid her smile at Y/N's words.

Of course, she didn't expect anything to change overnight, but this was a small win.

She nodded. "I know it doesn't, love. Come on, let's go before you collapse from overwork."

She walked around the desk, gently placing a hand on Y/N's back to help her take her coat off.

Y/N was too tired to put up much of a fight. She allowed herself to be assisted, her body feeling heavy with exhaustion.

As they walked out of the office, she found herself leaning into Minjeong's touch more than she cared to admit. The fatigue had left her defenses down, and she struggled to keep up her usual collected demeanor.

The ride home was smooth, allowing Y/N to lean her head against the window, her eyelids drooping with every passing minute.

"I really wish you were more awake right now. Last time I drove you home, I nearly ran over two people. Look at how much I've improved," Minjeong tried to joke.

Y/N let out a small, tired chuckle. "You were atrocious." She shifted in her seat, subconsciously seeking more comfort.

The rest of the car ride was relatively quiet, with only the occasional sound of the car's engine and the soft hum of the music from the radio filling the silence. Y/N's eyelids grew heavier with each passing mile, and she found herself fighting against the pull of sleep.

As they neared her house, Minjeong glanced over at her, taking note of her drooping head and sleepy eyes. She stifled a smile, finding the sight incredibly endearing.

"Hey," she said softly, breaking the silence. "We're almost home. Hang in there a little longer, okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Y/N snapped herself out of her sleep-induced state with a shake of her head.

She looked around the street to keep herself awake, raising an eyebrow at how well Minjeong still remembered the way to her house.

"You still live here, right?" Minjeong asked as she pulled up to the familiar mansion. "Because this is about to be really embarrassing if you don't."

"I sold the house five years ago."

Minjeong's eyes widened. She was about to put her car into park but quickly backtracked, starting to pull out of the driveway. "Shit, I'm so sorry!"

Y/N chuckled. "I'm joking, I'm joking, Minjeong."

The singer let out a sigh of relief, stopping the car once more. She shot a half-hearted glare at Y/N, who was smirking in the passenger seat.

"Not cool, you know?" she muttered, parking the car again. "I swear, I'll punch you next time you scare me like that."

As she turned off the ignition, she couldn't help but notice how much lighter the tension between them had become.

"You're exhausting," she said with a huff. "Let's go inside, come on."

But Y/N quickly shook her head, reaching out for the door handle to leave the car. "You're not coming in."

A pout immediately reached Minjeong's lips. She leaped out of the car and ran to the other side, hoping to at least help Y/N close the door. "I—why not?! I wanna come in."

Y/N dismissed her attempt with a wave of her hand and closed the door herself. She had been nice enough for one day. "Well, I don't want you coming in."

"Why—" Minjeong reached out to wrap her hand around the small of Y/N's back and lead the way to the front porch. "Are you sure you'll manage to get to your room? There are a lot of stairs to climb!"

Y/N, who was trying hard to remain upright, nodded. "I can manage."

They finally arrived at the front porch, and Minjeong watched with a resigned sigh as Y/N opened the door. "I'll be here tomorrow morning to take you to work."

"There's no need for that." Y/N dismissed her again.

"But you left your car at the hospital!"

"I have other cars, Minjeong."

"What about the one you left at the hospital?"

"I'll have someone pick it up."

Minjeong rolled her eyes at Y/N's stubbornness. Why did she have to make things so difficult?

"Just let me help you," she insisted, placing a gentle hand on Y/N's arm. "You look like you're about to collapse any second now. It won't kill you to let me walk you to your room and make sure you actually get there in one piece."

Y/N almost smiled. Almost.

"Don't push it." She threw Minjeong one last glance and walked inside her house, closing the door before Minjeong could even take a peek inside.

So the singer was left standing on the front porch, a smile rising to her face as she slowly shook her head and walked back to her car.

And so, with Minjeong now back at home, a new routine was formed.

The singer would visit Y/N at the hospital from time to time—always careful not to cross the line and always mindful of Y/N's boundaries.

Even then, it was months and months of rejections. If Minjeong put aside a penny each time Y/N dismissed her, she'd probably have enough to by herself one of those good, expensive ice creams from Ben & Jerry's.

Sometimes Y/N was nicer and conversed with her a little. Other times she looked at her face, rolled her eyes and let out a small "Out of my way" as she walked by. It depended on her mood, really.

It was an eye-opening experience that made Minjeong realise she needed to become Y/N's friend first and then move on to something more personal.

So she gave up on the expensive gifts and took her time simply being herself and being there for Y/N. Some days, she was able to spend more time with the doctor; other days, she essentially sat in Y/N's office alone for hours on end as the doctor worked on her patients. She was fine with whatever, anyway. She knew that just being at the hospital made an impact on Y/N. She could see that Y/N was becoming more accustomed to her presence—their tense bond had turned into somewhat of a friendship.

It was a painstakingly slow process but it was finally beginning to bear its fruits.

"So then, what are we doing after that?"

Minjeong perked up at the familiar voice. She was leaving Y/N's office after another day of not seeing the doctor much, but then she turned and saw her—walking down the hallway alongside a little bald girl wearing a beanie.

"Then... then I want to play Lego with you!" the kid announced, looking up at Y/N like the doctor hung the stars in the sky for her.

"You do? No way!" Y/N played along, completely unaware of Minjeong's eyes on her. "What Lego should we build first?"

The sight of Y/N interacting with the little girl was endearing—a side of the doctor that Minjeong had never seen before.

She watched silently from the doorway, a soft smile on her face as she observed the exchange. It was clear that Y/N had a soft spot for children, which only added to her appeal in Minjeong's eyes.

The little girl seemed to ponder her options for a moment, her face twisted in deep concentration. Finally, she pointed a finger in the air, exclaiming, "The Avengers Tower! We should build the tower first!"

Y/N feigned shock, her eyes widening as she responded in an equally enthusiastic tone, "The Avengers Tower? Oh wow, that sounds like a fantastic idea! I'll buy it and bring it to you next week."

"Don't listen to her; the Avengers helicarrier is so much cooler to build."

The little girl looked up, eyes widening when she saw Minjeong standing in front of her. She froze, quickly holding on to Y/N's coat and hiding behind her legs.

Y/N looked down as the little girl clung to her, then followed her line of sight to where Minjeong was standing.

She shot the singer a slightly amused look, raising an eyebrow as if to say, Are you just gonna stand there and watch?

Minjeong gulped, not expecting the reaction. She wanted to make a good impression on Y/N.

Maybe the kid was just very, very shy, and Minjeong scared her?

She was such an idiot.

She turned to Y/N with a helpless look, searching for some assistance, but the doctor did nothing but reach down to affectionately pat the kid's head before smirking at her.

"Hello..." Minjeong gulped nervously, "I'm Minjeong."

The little girl peeked out from behind Y/N's legs, her eyes wide with amazement. She looked up at Minjeong again, and a small squeak left her lips before she ran down the hallway, away from their view.

Y/N chuckled to herself, knowing that Yoonji knew her way around the hospital better than some doctors, and turned to Minjeong again.

The singer's heart was heavy with guilt. "I'm so sorry, I—I didn't want to scare her."

Y/N smiled, walking past Minjeong to enter her office. "Don't flatter yourself; you couldn't scare a mosquito if you tried, Minjeong."

Minjeong huffed in fake annoyance, following Y/N. "Excuse me? I could totally scare a mosquito. I could scare a whole army of mosquitoes."

She sat down on the sofa, pouting as she looked at the doctor, who was busy tidying up some papers on her shelf. "I scared that kid. I'm terrifying," she finished.

"You didn't scare her, you idiot." Y/N chuckled. "Yoonji's a fan of your band. She was freaking out because you're her favorite."

Shr reached for a small white paper and handed it to Minjeong along with a pen. "Sign that for her; she'll be happy."

"She's..." She paused for a moment, as if processing the information, before her eyes widened. "She's a fan? Of... me?"

Suddenly, all her worries about scaring the kid disappeared, replaced by a sense of unexpected joy. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she wrote down a cute note on the paper and signed it.

"Wait... did you just call me an idiot?"

She playfully threw a pillow in Y/N's direction.

Y/N was barely nudged, back turned to Minjeong as she looked through her documents. "Did you just undermine your popularity?"

"No, I—"

Minjeong paused, realizing that she had indeed subconsciously downplayed herself. "Love, I'm a big deal, you know. Don't make me throw another pillow at you."

Y/N chuckled, amused by the antics, and picked the pillow up from the ground to throw it back at Minjeong.

Minjeong caught the pillow with dramatic flair, clutching it to her chest as if it were a precious treasure. With a smug smile, she leaned back on the sofa and playfully tossed the pillow from one hand to the other.

She watched Y/N with a curious gaze. The doctor seemed engrossed in her work, reminding Minjeong that they were in a hospital, after all.

"You should come to my show next week."

Y/N finally looked up from her documents, raising an eyebrow at the singer.

"Your show?" she repeated, not bothering to hide the hint of disbelief in her voice. "Why on earth would I waste my time watching you flaunt around on stage?"

Despite her sharp words, there was a flicker of playfulness in Y/N's eyes.

Minjeong shrugged, recognizing the teasing in Y/N's voice. "'Cause... I'm pretty hot."

She chuckled when Y/N rolled her eyes, standing up from the couch to approach the doctor. "And also because we are always meeting up here at the hospital, and you're always stuck on 'super hot and busy neurosurgeon' mode, so I don't get to see the more relaxed you."

Y/N rolled her eyes again, though she couldn't help but let out a short, amused chuckle at Minjeong's words.

She leaned back in her chair, a smirk playing on her lips. "So... you want to see me more relaxed and think a crowd full of screaming kids is the ideal place for that?"

"Yes," Minjeong replied bluntly, her grin widening at Y/N's sarcastic response. "I think seeing you amongst the crowd, swaying to my music and having a good time, would be very relaxing for me."

She perched herself on the edge of the desk, facing Y/N and leaning in slightly. "Come on, just humor me for one night. It won't kill you."

"It will kill my ears," Y/N said, not looking up at Minjeong. "And my self-esteem. Your bandmates despise me."

Minjeong rolled her eyes, gently smacking Y/N's shoulder. "They don't despise you. They did—but not anymore. I told them about... you know? The whole bet thing being fake. That's why they were so sheepish when they saw you."

Y/N looked up again, a hint of surprise in her eyes. "You... told them?"

She tried to keep her face neutral, but the revelation was unexpected. Despite her best efforts, a part of her warmed at the thought of Minjeong defending her.

She quickly masked it with her usual sardonic tone. "Why on earth would you do that?"

Minjeong shrugged nonchalantly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "They're my friends, and they were always giving you a hard time."

She leaned back slightly, her eyes fixed on Y/N's face, trying to read her emotions. There was something in the doctor's reaction that didn't quite match her snarky words.

Y/N shrugged. "Doesn't matter; it's not like we ever saw each other again. They could've gone their entire lives not knowing about it."

Minjeong couldn't help but scoff at the doctor's nonchalant attitude. "Stop downplaying it. You know it's not that simple."

She reached out, gently placing a hand on Y/N's arm.

Y/N tensed slightly at the unexpected touch, her eyes darting down to where Minjeong's hand rested on her forearm. She swallowed, trying to ignore the small flutter in her stomach. Minjeong was messing with her head.

"I don't care what they feel," she muttered, not meeting the singer's gaze.

Minjeong noticed the brief stiffness in Y/N's body and the way her gaze flicked away. She pressed on, her touch light but her words firm. "But I do."

She shifted, moving a little closer to the doctor. "And I would really, really appreciate it if you could come to support me... as my friend. Please? You could even bring that crazy nurse with you or maybe Minji?"

Y/N couldn't help but smile. She knew what Minjeong was doing—giving her an easy out and trying to make her feel as comfortable with the situation as possible. She appreciated it, looking up at Minjeong with a glint in her eyes.

"I haven't talked to Minji in seven years."

Minjeong's eyebrows shot up in slight surprise. "Seven years?" she repeated, her initial surprise giving way to curiosity.

"Why?"

As they spoke, Minjeong was painfully aware of how close they were now, her hand still on Y/N's arm. The doctor's reaction to her touch was becoming a pattern—a subtle shiver, a slight tension in her shoulders. It intrigued Minjeong.

"Well... she let me have a one-night stand with the pretty blonde that completely destroyed my reputation and love life to go make out with another girl." Y/N shrugged lightly. Her instincts told her to downplay the entire thing and not turn it into a big deal, but she had been hurt, and it was a feeling she couldn't easily shove aside. "Not very best friend-like, is it?"

Minjeong's cheeks flushed, caught off guard by Y/N's bluntness. "Um... yeah, that's... fair," she stuttered out, still trying to process the new information. "What about Niki and Yeonjun?"

Y/N tensed up even more.

She knew the entire drama culminated from the two boys being absolute idiots, but they had once been her family. The entire group was incredibly tight-knit. They looked after one another and protected each other. Maybe that's why the entire bet felt like such a betrayal to her—why she took such drastic measures.

"Also cut them off. They tried to apologize countless times, but I guess I just shut myself off after what happened. I didn't know who I could trust, so I trusted no one." Her voice had unconsciously quieted down as she looked down at her own fingers. When she realized what she was doing, she cleared her throat and straightened her body to speak in a firm voice. "Then we all graduated, and I never saw them again."

Minjeong felt her heart drop at the vulnerability in Y/N's voice. It was a side of the doctor she'd never seen before—a side that was raw, vulnerable, and a stark contrast to her usual cool demeanor.

She moved even closer. "I'm really sorry that all happened to you."

She paused for a second, taking a deep breath. "And I'm also sorry that I... that I was part of it."

Y/N would usually have disregarded the entire apology. She would have told Minjeong that it didn't matter, that it happened a long time ago and that she didn't care anymore, that she had moved on.

But this time, she couldn't stop the emotions bubbling up in her throat. She swallowed, her composure faltering ever so slightly as a pang of vulnerability took over.

Minjeong gulped at the silence and pressed on, taking it as Y/N finally listening to her and giving her a chance to properly apologize.

"I shouldn't have written that song, and I shouldn't have let everyone turn against you. It was my fault, and I didn't protect you when it was the least I could've done. I really, really am sorry, Y/N."

Y/N's face softened at the singer's sincere apology. She felt herself resisting it, but the vulnerability and genuine regret in Minjeong's eyes gave her a strange urge to reach out and comfort the singer. She fought against it, cleared her throat, and averted her gaze.

She knew she should resist, protect herself, and keep up her front. But as she looked up at Minjeong again, her resolve faded.

"I forgive you, Minjeong," she muttered, her voice uncharacteristically soft.

Minjeong exhaled, a wave of relief washing over her. "You do?"

The singer felt her heart flutter at Y/N's forgiveness. The soft look in the doctor's eyes, the way her voice had lost its usual sharpness—it all felt like a weight being lifted off her shoulders. Hell, it felt like more than that; she felt like she could finally breathe properly again.

Y/N nodded, reaching out for Minjeong's hand to play with her long fingers. It was a good distraction. "It wasn't your fault that you overheard Niki and Yeonjun. I do wish you would've talked to me before deciding to play me, but... I understand that you were hurt."

"Thank you..." Minjeong murmured, biting her lip to contain her growing smile. "And for what it's worth, I never really played you. I was just falling for you more and more every day and pretending I wasn't."

Y/N's breath caught in her throat at the singer's words, the gentle confession catching her off guard. She looked up, meeting Minjeong's eyes—a mixture of surprise and something else in her gaze.

"You weren't?" she managed to say, her voice slightly breathless.

She was suddenly hyper-aware of their close proximity, the way Minjeong was practically sitting on her table, leaning down to be closer to her, and the way her own hands were still playing with Minjeong's fingers. Everything felt overwhelmingly intimate.

Minjeong chuckled softly, a small, self-conscious sound.

"No," she admitted, her eyes glued to the way Y/N's hands played with hers. "I fell head over heels for you. Then I heard about the bet and told myself that I could get over my feelings after playing you too."

She paused for a moment, still watching their joined hands. It felt so natural, so comfortable.

"It scared me when all that time went by, and I still couldn't get you out of my head," she added in a whisper, the confession heavy with all the emotions she'd been holding back. "That's why I'm so adamant about getting you back... I know you're the one for me, Y/N."

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat at the singer's words. The intimacy of their proximity and the way Minjeong was looking at her sent a shiver down her spine. It was like the world around them had faded, and all that existed in that moment were the two of them.

She swallowed hard, her fingers still wrapped around Minjeong's. The confession was a lot to take in, and it took her a few moments to find her voice.

"Is that so?"

Minjeong hummed softly, smiling as her eyes dropped to Y/N's lips. She found herself unconsciously leaning in, wanting nothing more than to taste their softness for the first time in so long. She was close—so incredibly close—already closing her eyes as pure ecstasy began to take over her body. But then two hands landed on her shoulders and gently pushed her back.

"You keep those lips away from me, Kim Minjeong," Y/N chastised, an unwanted smile slowly taking over her face.

Minjeong pouted, her eyes snapping open at Y/N's words. "But I want you so bad," she protested, her tone whining and petulant.

She was just millimeters away from Y/N's face, her heart racing in her chest. The closeness, the way Y/N's hands felt on her shoulders, the way they were both smiling—it was all too much and not enough at the same time. There was no doubt in Minjeong's mind that Y/N could feel her racing pulse under her touch.

"That's too bad." Y/N patted her arm and fully pulled her back. "You'll have to work more for it."

Minjeong huffed softly. "I've been working so hard, though."

"Work harder then," Y/N taunted, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair. Her heart was racing, and her hands were trembling, but she was not going to let Minjeong win so easily. Not this time.

Minjeong nodded, reaching out to pull a strand of hair behind Y/N's ear. She couldn't complain; her heart was already practically bursting with happiness at the forgiveness she had been given. She wouldn't push her luck too much.

"Will you at least come to my show then?" she asked in a soft voice.

Y/N had to fight hard not to shiver under Minjeong's touch and her soft tone. Damn, she had missed her so much.

She paused for a moment, eyeing Minjeong critically before replying. "If I say yes, will you stop pestering me?"

It was a genuine question. Y/N had been enjoying their banter—their playful back-and-forth—but she also had Yoonji's case in the back of her mind and needed to focus on it.

"Yes, I will stop pestering you," Minjeong promised with a smile.

She took Y/N's silence as a reluctant agreement, her excitement flaring up within her again.

She chuckled, giving Y/N's shoulder a firm slap. "You better keep your word!"

Minjeong grabbed Y/N's phone from the table, unlocked it by pointing the face lock at her, and quickly sent herself a message to finally have her number.

Then, without warning, she leaned down and placed a kiss on the top of Y/N's head before leaving the office.

She was absolutely ecstatic to finally have Y/N at one of her shows. So much so that she sent all the details of the gig that same night, a full week before the concert.

On the day of the show, Minjeong couldn't keep her feet from bouncing with each step she took. She was as excited as she was nervous, knowing that this was a big step in their relationship but also feeling the pressure of having Y/N watching her.

She asked her makeup artist to prepare her with even more attention than usual, talked with her stylist to make sure her outfit was on point, planned the entrance access with her security to give Y/N no trouble going backstage, and gave it her all during practice to ensure everything would go perfectly.

The girls noticed her newfound excitement but didn't comment on it, simply smiling at how happy she was.

But that happiness was whipped away when the show started and ended without any sight of Y/N.

Minjeong tried texting her. She called countless times. Then she gave up on waiting for nothing, an hour after the show ended.

Minjeong stepped inside the familiar hospital at one in the morning, no trace of her usual smile present on her face. She was angry, hurt, and confused—a tangled mess she had difficulty dealing with.

When she reached the office, she didn't bother knocking. She pushed open the door to find Y/N crouched down outside on the balcony. Y/N was facing away from Minjeong, but the singer could see her shoulders heaving up and down.

Minjeong stepped forward, the anger quickly giving way to concern.

"Y/N?" she called out softly, her voice cracking in the still night air.

Y/N's shoulders were shaking, her breaths coming out in strangled gasps. It wasn't a sound or sight Minjeong was familiar with—not when it came to the woman who was always so composed.

She stepped closer, crouching down beside her.

"Hey," she said quietly. "Hey, are you alright?"

"I-I couldn't— I couldn't do it, Minjeong."

"What do you mean?"

Minjeong reached out, gently placing a hand on Y/N's back and rubbing small circles.

"What's wrong?"

Y/N did her very best to compose herself. She hated that Minjeong was seeing her like this, but right at that moment, she couldn't help it. She could barely breathe properly, much less control her tears.

"She died. I couldn't—I couldn't save her. I—I tried— I tried so hard. I wasn't—enough."

Minjeong took a sharp intake of breath, her heart sinking as the realization hit her.

Yoonji?

Y/N had grown so attached to the little girl.

She wrapped her arms around the doctor's shoulders in a tight embrace, pulling her close.

"Hey, no. No," she whispered fiercely, her fingers curling into the material of Y/N's scrubs. "You are enough. You're so much more than enough."

Y/N shook her head, her forehead dropping to Minjeong's shoulder as her tears kept falling.

"I wasn't."

"Stop saying that," Minjeong chided gently, one hand coming up to run through her hair while the other still held her tight. "You're the smartest, strongest person I know. You're more than enough."

She paused, taking a moment to gather her thoughts.

"You can't save everyone, Y/N. You can't blame yourself for that."

The way Minjeong was holding her, the soothing tone of her voice, the gentle way her hand ran through her hair—it all overwhelmed Y/N. It made her heart ache and her chest feel heavy.

She shook her head again, a strangled sob escaping her.

"I tried—" she started, before cutting herself off.

She had tried so hard. She had put in every last ounce of effort, every last trick she knew.

She was about to leave for the show when a nurse called her, telling her Yoonji was having a seizure. She left everything behind, ran for her life. Used every drop of knowledge in the emergency surgery.

And Yoonji still died.

Minjeong's heart broke at the sound of Y/N's strangled sob.

She held her tighter, her own eyes wet with tears as she continued to run her fingers through Y/N's hair, trying to soothe her.

"You did everything you could," she asserted, her voice cracking.

She leaned forward, pressing her lips to the side of Y/N's head in a gentle kiss.

Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, her tears falling faster now. The last time she felt so utterly helpless was when she was watching her life fall apart in front of her very own eyes years ago.

Now this felt more crushing. The weight of the failure, the guilt of not doing enough, it was crushing.

But the feeling of Minjeong's arms around her, the soft kisses to her temple, stopped her from breaking completely.

She turned to bury her face in Minjeong's neck, taking comfort in her warmth and scent.

Minjeong continued to hold Y/N tightly, running her fingers through the doctor's hair and whispering words of comfort and reassurance. She could feel the sobs racking through Y/N's body, the raw pain and grief of the loss.

"I'm here. I've got you," she repeated in a soft voice, feeling her own eyes starting to water again.

She wanted to take away Y/N's pain, to make it disappear. She didn't know if that was possible, but she knew she would try.

And try she did.

The two sat on that balcony for the next half hour, unbothered by the cold wind blowing at them or the countless times Y/N's pager rang.

When the tears finally eased up a little, Minjeong helped Y/N up and directed her to the couch to help her change out of her scrubs.

"It's nothing I haven't seen before, love," she let out softly, noticing the reddening of Y/N's cheeks.

"Shut up," Y/N replied quickly, sighing when Minjeong pressed a soft kiss to her cheek and continued assisting her.

Right as Y/N finished getting changed, the door burst open once again. This time, a tall, worried nurse ran inside. She glared at the sight of Minjeong but quickly shoved that anger aside to hug her best friend.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart. Doctor Kim told me what happened."

Minjeong watched as Yana pulled Y/N into an embrace, her heart still heavy with a mix of sympathy and helplessness.

"I—" Y/N started, her voice breaking as a fresh wave of tears hit her.

Minjeong stepped back then, feeling like she was intruding on a private moment between the two friends.

She grabbed Y/N's bag and shoved all her belongings inside it before leaving.

The sounds of the two friends inside the office were muffled but still reached Minjeong's ears. Her heart ached, both for what Y/N was going through and for the helplessness she felt, witnessing it all unfold.

So she waited outside, leaning against the wall of the corridor and scrolling through her phone idly. It seemed to take an eternity, but the office door finally reopened, and Yana stepped out, glaring at Minjeong.

"My shift is not over for another five hours."

Minjeong nodded. Even if her shift was about to end, Yana would probably fight to be the one taking care of Y/N. "I'll take her home; don't worry."

Yana squinted her eyes at her, walking closer so the two were standing face to face. "Break her heart again, and I'll break your face, Winter." She let the name out with disgust laced in her voice. "I'm not kidding."

Minjeong swallowed hard at the threat, knowing all too well how serious Yana was about it.

"I won't; I promise."

She held the other nurse's gaze, trying to convey her sincerity through her words.

"I'll take care of her."

And she meant it.

"Yeah, don't get too comfortable with her and don't you dare push the limits."

Yana wanted to go on and warn Minjeong about every boundary not to cross with Y/N. She wanted to threaten her with every little dangerous thing that came to her mind, but then her pager rang.

With one last warning look, she sighed and walked away.

A more composed Y/N was the next to step out. She wasn’t crying anymore, but she looked absolutely spent and emotionally exhausted.

"Come on, let's get you home." Minjeong reached out to wrap her arm around Y/N's back and lead the way out of the hospital.

This time around, the ride back home was completely quiet. However, when they arrived at Y/N's house, the doctor opened the door and pulled Minjeong inside with her.

Y/N led Minjeong into her house, her steps slow and heavy. The grief still weighed heavily on her heart, her mind replaying the events of the day over and over again.

Once they were inside, she let out a deep sigh, slumping her shoulders. She looked at Minjeong, her eyes tired and red-rimmed.

"Can you stay with me tonight?" The question escaped her mouth before she could stop it. She quickly shook her head. "I mean—only if you want to, of course. You're probably tired from the show and—"

Minjeong was already nodding before Y/N finished her sentence. "Of course," she replied quietly, her eyes holding Y/N's in a reassuring gaze.

Seeing the doctor look so worn tore at Minjeong's heart. She wanted nothing more than to take away the pain, to do something—anything—to help.

"Come on," she said gently, taking Y/N's hand and guiding her toward her bedroom. "I'm not leaving you alone tonight."

She helped her settle in—brought her water as Y/N changed into her pajamas and helped her dim the lights after she laid down. It took a while, but after some long moments of crying, Minjeong finally managed to get Y/N to fall asleep.

Minjeong herself was spent, but she had difficulty closing her eyes, wanting to be there in case Y/N had a nightmare and suddenly woke up.

She shifted closer, adjusting the covers on Y/N to keep her warm, and sat down on the small, fancy couch beside her bed.

At least the lines of worry had softened on Y/N's face, making her look younger and more vulnerable. Minjeong saw the younger version of Y/N in front of her—the one she had hurt. Her heart ached.

Unable to help herself, she reached out to trace Y/N's eyebrows and nose.

"I'm sorry, Y/N."

The soft touch seemed to bring a small sigh of contentment from the other woman.

"I won't hurt you again, I promise."

For the next few days, weeks, and months, Minjeong kept being a constant presence in Y/N's life. She was the first to make her smile again after the entire ordeal—just as she was the first to make her laugh.

Minjeong forced Y/N to take a break from work because, obviously, Y/N had numerous vacations and breaks put on hold and shoved aside for later.

The neurosurgeon was a walking crime with how many hours she had overworked.

And yes, Minjeong knew that was the reason Y/N had managed to pay off her parents' debt, why she had been able to buy all her fancy cars, and why she could provide Rose with the big house she had always dreamed of. But she also knew Y/N deserved to stop.

So, the two spent their free time going on little dates. They closed down the central aquarium of Seoul to wander around without any fans bothering Minjeong. They visited the countryside and spent two nights in a traditional Korean house. Minjeong even managed to convince Y/N to visit the dorm she shared with the other Aespa girls.

They apologized for being so rude when they were younger, and despite it being awkward as hell at first, they all eventually got to know each other and became close friends. So close, in fact, that Christmas was spent at Y/N's house that year.

It was perfect.

Would you like to know what wasn't perfect?

The A Minor that Minjeong had just completely botched.

She groaned, her head falling back in frustration as she ripped the studio headphones off. She was ready to throw them across the recording booth when a soft laugh caught her attention and immediately eased her nerves.

"What are you laughing at, hmm?" She raised an eyebrow at Y/N.

The doctor sat against the wall, surrounded by the comfortable pillows that Minjeong had arranged for her. There was a couch in the studio connected to the booth, but no matter how many times Minjeong had tried to teach her, Y/N couldn't learn what buttons to press to hear Minjeong through the speakers and make herself be heard. So they had settled for this.

"Say, you're the guitarist, no?" Y/N raised a playful eyebrow. "What the hell are you doing in the recording booth?"

Y/N was joking, obviously. She had heard Aespa's songs, and Minjeong had the voice of an angel, but a little teasing never hurt anyone, right?

Wrong.

Minjeong pouted playfully, discarding the headphones to join Y/N. She had been trying to record the guide to the group's new song, but Y/N's presence was way too distracting. "I'm a singer as well! I probably have more talent in my little finger than you in your entire body."

The most acclaimed neurosurgeon of Seoul's most prestigious private hospital chuckled as Minjeong landed right beside, head resting on her lap. "You're certainly right, my Goddess of Modesty. I will forever repent my horrific sins."

She watched with an amused smirk as Minjeong huffed like a kid, reaching out to poke her stomach. "You did more than fine; stop stressing so much."

"You're only saying that because you don't know what it's supposed to sound like," Minjeong mumbled, rolling her eyes as she sat up.

She looked at Y/N with a small groan, their arms pressing together as they faced each other. "You're not allowed to be this beautiful. How can I focus with you being so distracting?"

Y/N laughed at Minjeong's dramatic words. "Is that so? My mistake then, oh Great One," she replied in a mocking tone, her hand coming up to poke Minjeong's side again.

Y/N continued to chuckle as Minjeong huffed and looked away, a small smile spreading on her face.

Minjeong suddenly leaned closer with a raised eyebrow, a teasing remark on the tip of her tongue, but Y/N spoke up first. "Careful, honey, I've been told my beauty can be quite distracting." She reached out gently, and her hand landed dead center of Minjeong's face, pushing her away. "Don't get too close."

"A doctor and a comedian?" Minjeong reached for Y/N's hand to take it away from her face. She intertwined their fingers and left a chaste kiss on Y/N's palm. "What a talent, my love."

Y/N chuckled at Minjeong's words, giving the guitarist's hand a gentle squeeze, her thumb tracing circles on her knuckles. "I mean, not to brag or anything, but I'm also a great cook."

Minjeong gulped, remembering the dinner Y/N had prepared for them last week.

The gesture was incredibly endearing. It had been a cute picnic set in a secluded park. The sunset was gorgeous, the flowers were to die for, and Y/N looked breathtaking—much like the chicken she had cooked. Minjeong had been two seconds away from drinking the water from the small, polluted lake nearby after tasting the spicy food.

Y/N was as close to perfection as Minjeong had ever seen, but no one was completely perfect, and she had finally found a flaw in the doctor: her cooking skills.

Was Minjeong about to tell Y/N she didn't like the chicken?

Fuck no. She'd rather die.

She let out a small, confirming sound and looked away.

Y/N watched with a knowing smile as Minjeong struggled to keep a straight face. The guitarist’s attempt to act casual and not reveal her true feelings about the spicy meal was endearing, to say the least.

“You’re being awfully quiet,” Y/N teased, leaning her head back against the wall. “Anything to say about my cooking skills?”

She reached out, her fingers gently poking at Minjeong’s side, just above her hip.

Minjeong tensed at the poke, her eyes narrowing as Y/N continued to tease her. Damn, this woman was perceptive.

With a dramatic sigh, she relented. "Okay, fine. Your cooking..." She trailed off with a grimace, her tongue poking out. "Your cooking is..."

She looked at Y/N, who was watching her with a growing smirk, and let out another sigh.

Minjeong caught Y/N's hands in her own, halting the poking, and spoke up. "It's... perfect. I loved it. You can cook for me every day."

Y/N tilted her head as she listened to Minjeong's words, a knowing smile playing on her lips. It was adorable that the singer was trying so hard not to hurt her feelings. Just like it was adorable that Minjeong had kept eating the chicken that day at the park. Just like it was adorable that she was playing with her fingers right at that moment.

Y/N couldn't stop herself.

She cupped Minjeong's cheeks and leaned in to press their lips together.

Minjeong's heart halted.

Seven years and eight months.

That's how long she had been waiting for.

It was torturous to be so close to Y/N yet so far away. There had been several moments where she was a second away from losing all control and just kissing the doctor. But she told herself to be patient, to give Y/N her time and let her come to her instead of forcing anything.

Seven years and eight months...every second was worth the wait.

She was certain of that as she melted into the kiss.

Y/N smiled against Minjeong's lips, her fingers slipping into the soft strands of her hair. The kiss was gentle at first, a soft brush of their mouths against each other, but as the moment grew, the doctor's grip on her hair tightened, her desire growing with each passing second.

Minjeong deepened the kiss, sliding her tongue gently across Y/N's bottom lip, seeking entry. Her heart was racing, the feel of Y/N's body pressed against her own sending sparks of desire coursing through her veins.

Y/N was the first to pull away, lips brushing against Minjeong's as she spoke up in a raspy voice, "I could cook dinner for us tonight."

Minjeong's eyes widened in panic. She shook her head and wrapped her arms around Y/N's waist, pulling her impossibly closer.

"I'll be your dinner tonight, babe."

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Final Notes: Thank you so so much for everyone who commented on and liked my posts of this series. I honestly don't deserve all the love I've been getting but really appriciate it nonetheless. Thank uuu :)

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FANWARS ## masterlist.

huh yunjin x fem!reader

SUMMARY ⤻ yunjin (an army) and y/n (a blink) have fallen into the stereotype of not being able to get along, continuously starting fanwars- but only with each other..?

CONTENTS ⤻ smau, non!idol x reader, wlw, fluff, crack, minor angst, enemies to lovers (?)

WARNINGS ⤻ major bts/army and blackpink/blink slander, dark jokes, strong language, suggestive jokes, (small) use of vape and nicotine intake.

FEATURING ⤻ le sserafim, pham hanni (newjeans), ahn yujin (ive), yoon keeho (p1harmony), oh haewon (nmixx), choi yeonjun (txt), choi yena (soloist), more characters to come in future chapters ˆ-ˆ

STATUS ⤻ ongoing!

UPDATES ⤻ whenever i have time - expect many double postsˆˆ

NOTE - there may be chapters that trigger certain fans, so i apologise in advance and want to emphasise that bts/army and blackpink/blink slander will be a part of the whole fic as it's the main plot TT please don't hurt me if something angers you, but please let me know if i went too far!

IMPORTANT - do not send hate towards any group under my works, especially blackpink and bts. if you do, you'll immediately be blocked. this fic is meant to be unserious/funny/lighthearted so please don't take this as an opportunity to say some shit just bcs fw!yj or yn said it. to sum it up, blackpink antis and bts antis, DNI.

PROFILES..! the ninja turtles, fantastic 4.

CHAPTERS ;

O1 # soty

O2 # fancywasrobbed

O3 # daesangs and tantrums

O4 # INSENSITIVE BITCH

O5 # stalk before you block

O6 # [REDACTED] x3

O7 # eunchae saw it

O8 # hanni understands!!

O9 # blackpink outdid..!

10 # google translate

11 # nailed it

12 # she actually did not nail it.

13 # shut down (vlive)

14 # eunchae's yuny/n fanpage?

15 # mr chang<3

16 # american threat

17 # discussion time

18 # everyone's in!

19 # 'am i..?'

20 # eunchae's way or the highway

21 # bad idea

22 # tutti fruITY

23 # coming out (lol)

24 # (g)one direction - video attached.

25 # baby yunjin

26 # mission is a go!

27 # better late than never

28 # meetup (written)

29 # kick it by blackpink

30 # aftermath

31 # ...

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Enhypen hyung-line reaction to when they're too big for you?

Heeseung would be flattered. He knows that he probably shouldn’t enjoy seeing you struggle to put him in this much but, hell, he really does. You’re a stubborn one, he knows, that’s why he decides to help you out by massaging your clit to get you wetter, to get you dilate a little more for him. He’d be so comforting too, whispering sweet things into your ears to lessen your worries. And when his efforts finally worth the trouble and he manages to push himself in, it’s the best feeling — you feel so warm, so tight and so perfect that he literally wants to cry.

Jay would be speechless. I mean he does know that he’s thick and all but this, you not being able to fit it in your hole is something new, and certainly something unexpected. He’d be so confused and probably wouldn’t know what to do, like is he supposed to stop or is he supposed to go on? He doesn’t wanna be pushy but he doesn’t wanna give up either, which is why he takes a deep breath and just decides to take it easy. He might try and get you loosen up with his fingers first, adding enough fingers to reach his size to get you adjust to it before he puts it in again.

Jake would be turned on. Because how can he not when you’re barely able to take his tip inside your cute hole, your walls pulsing around him like crazy over the intense stretch. He would love watching you struggle with his size, and would most likely just bend you over and tell you to relax for him as he gives your cunt a long lick. He’d mouth fuck you first before he tries to actually fuck you again, and he would probably be amused by the sight of his lengthy shaft disappearing inside your tiny pussy once he does because that’s just the cutest thing ever.

Sunghoon would feel challenged. Your cunt might be a little small for his cock but he trusts himself, and he knows that with the right foreplay, he can get you all calm and relaxed, enough to fit his whole shaft inside your dripping wet pussy. So he takes his opportunity to play with you until he’s sure that you’re ready for him — he fingers you, eats you out and even gives you head just to prep you out for his dick. And once you’re ready he doesn’t hold back, he’s ready to ruin you and make you cry his name all night like a good little girl.

Can I request dom Gp yujin roughly fucking her needy innocent gf reader?

Sure babe, here you go!! Hope you like it! 💖💖💖

You knew she told you to wait for her and to not touch yourself, but it was so hard for you :( alright, it was just a weekend trip, but two days is a lot to go by without her soft touches and praises.

She had told you before the two of you got involved about the dom life style she had and that the sex you two had with each other was vanilla because she didn't think you were ready yet, you were basically too innocent to comprehend a few things. So she was basically training you to listen to her, about safe words, limits, kinks, etc.

She got to her apartment quietly, expecting to surprise you and got surprised instead.

You were riding her pillow slowly and moaning softly, unaware of her behind you with her arms crossed and a very serious demeanor. You were only wearing a thin black blouse and a ponytail, eyes closed in concentration trying to get off. You had never done that before. She cleared her throat, making you scream and jump from the spot you were.

"Un-unnie" You said, almost happy she was back, but remembering she saw you doing exactly what she told you not to do.

"Having fun?" She lifted an eyebrow, daring you to explain what she just saw.

"I..." You started out, your vice small because of the shame. "I didn't mean to unnie, I swear!" You cried out. "I just missed you so much, I-..."

She slowly walked towards you, unbuckling her belt. You were scared, humiliated and oh, so horny.

"Put your hands together in front of you" She commanded, her voice low and her tone ice cold. You did as she told, kneeling on the bed and putting both your hands together in front of your body for her. She evolved your wrists with her belt, tying you. "Move your fingers for me, tell me if it's too tight" She said, not even looking at your face.

"It's not too tight, unnie" You were feeling too guilty to even ask her anything. She straightened her back, holding your jaw with one hand, making you face her.

"What did I tell you not to do?" She asked, unzipping her trousers. You couldn't answer, staring at her hard cock inside her underwear. She gripped your jaw harder. "Answer me" She commanded again, snapping you out of your trance.

"You told me to not touch myself" you looked down, in shame.

"that's right" She freed her cock, spitting in her hand and pumping it slowly. "But aren't you such a big girl, making decisions for yourself?" She scoffed and you knit your eyebrows together about to cry. "I spoiled you too much, always delaying a big punishment because I thought you were so innocent"

"Unnie" you simply said, a tear rolling down your right eye.

"I guess you are not so innocent, right?" She pumped her cock a bit harder, closing her eyes, a moan escaping her pretty lips. "So since you wanna act like a slut, I'll treat you like one" She gripped your jaw even harder, forcing you to open it. "So I'll teach you what disobedient girls get from me"

She didn't even wait for you to put two plus two together, already shoving her big cock in your mouth, gripping both sides of your head. She had her mouth agape, pulling you hard onto her, making you gag. She was face fucking you so hard you couldn't even breathe, shaking from that humiliating feeling, your pussy clenching around nothing.

You were scared, she never treated you so roughly before.

"Take it, slut" She said through greeted teeth. She pushed her cock deeper, holding your head for a few seconds. "Breathe through your nose" she commanded, moaning. "Fucking hell, you look so pretty like this" You could feel it throb in your throat, choking. Suddenly she took it all from your mouth.

You started coughing like crazy, tears rolling down your face, specially fucked out for her.

"Aren't you a good little slut for me?" She pulled you by the arm, sitting down and placing you over her lap with your ass up, your tied wrists holding your upper body from falling face first on the bed. "I can fuck your pretty cunt, but before I have to punish you for your little show earlier" she said and you were so out of yourself that you didn't answer. She gripped you by the ponytail, lifting your face and talking on your ear. "Are you up for your punishment, princess?" She purred on your ear.

Fuck, she looked so on her element like that it only felt natural for you to just obey, simply letting her do whatever she wanted to you. You eagerly nodded, allowing her to do anything she wanted, tears still rolling down your face, drooling and babbling some "Yes unnie, please unnie"

"Good slut" She bit your neck and pulled your face for a searing kiss, making you moan and grip the sheets under your tied hands. She spat onto your mouth, smiling as she saw you trying to catch every drop, glossy eyes trying to focus on something. "I'll start" she said, massaging your butt cheeks. "Five strokes each" She kissed your shoulder, already striking the first one.

You screamed, that really hurt. But as she was striking, your pussy was getting wetter and wetter, clenching around nothing. She smiled as you moaned, shaking your head. You felt pain, but it felt good; you were crying but mostly because you wanted more; humiliation kicking in, but that only made you feel more aroused. Scary and big feelings, but you loved each second.

"Do you want me to stop, slut?" She gripped your hair again, lifting your face.

"N-no unnie, please" You managed to say, between sobs.

"Such a polite girl" She said, continuing her strikes. You screamed, shaking violently, you were sure you felt your orgasm approaching, but couldn't do anything to stop it. She finished counting, kissing your back over your thin blouse. "You did so good, so good" She collected some of your wetness with two of her fingers, plugin them to her own mouth and moaning. "You taste so good, but I need to use your pussy to cum now"

She pushed you off her lap, making you stand up on shaky legs, your back facing her. Without a warning, she pulled you by the waist, her cock entering you roughly.

"Fuck" She bucked her hips up, pulling you into her each time stronger, the sounds of your skin slapping were even louder than your screams of pleasure. "My little cock sleeve" She managed to say between grunts. "I'll fucking ruin you baby, fuck" She kept the hard, rough pace. "I'll use you until I'm satisfied" She rolled her eyes, using your little pussy as a fleshlight, as if you were just some toy she could fuck into.

"Use me, unnie" You screamed, your body limp, shaking on her grip, milking her cock, clenching so hard your heard her hiss. She loved when you did that. "I love you unnie, please use me" You cried out.

Yujin couldn't hold it any longer, spurting her cum inside your tight pussy, growling with her eyes closed, feeling you cum on her cock as well. Pulling you to sit on her lap with her cock inside, she swiftly laid you down with her, moving your limp body as if you were light as a feather.

"Beautiful" She kissed your cheek, not aggressive at all anymore, still shallowly moving her hips into yours. She lifted your leg, bucking into you sideways, both of you shaking already. "Look at you, took me so well" She whispered, breathing heavily. "Look at your pussy, baby" She told you and you finally opened your heavy lids.

She took her cock from inside of you, her cum and yours oozing out of your puffy cunt. Both of you moaned and she hugged you from behind squeezing you, breathing into your hair. She really loved your smell.

"I missed you too, princess" She said as you were dozing off. "We'll do your aftercare after you wake up and you and I are going to have a talk" She turned you around and you hugged her waist, nuzzling into her chest.

"I know unnie, I'm sorry" You sheepishly said as she untied your wrists.

"Sleep, princess" She kissed your forehead and that sent you straight to dream land.

the ending......."ang probinsyano" saglet, tapos kantot ulet

[cw: threesome, overstimulation, voyeurism, exhibitionism (i guess?)]

YA’LLLL i swear i was gonna do jho for my first bini drabble after a while but then i thought about how aiahcey are kinda my danjangz but bini… and ya’ll know crazy i am about danjangz and the same is about to happen to aiahcey like HELLOOOO 😭😭😵‍💫🙏

pretty femme dom gfs save me… save me pretty femme dom gfs…

being the breath of fresh air they need amidst their messy idol life aka their pretty little doll who would willingly do anything for them 🫣 stacey calling you in the middle of the night to come over her house and ofc you're so eager to do just that bcs you're whipped as hell! omg she probably likes to fuck you in front of a mirror all the time.. all to see how embarrassed you look seeing yourself get stretched out and have your cunt abused by your friend like this :(( mapang-asar din minsan si staku so i like to think that she likes to taunt you while fucking you 😭 or even full on insult you just to add to the humiliation 😵‍💫😵‍💫 maybe she’d even record sometimes 🤭 laughing at your tears and whines but immediately cooing at you and kissing your face when you start sobbing—she just loves being annoying to you :((

and where do those videos end up?? right on her ate aiah's dms! i like to think na mahilig magpa-inggit si staku LMAOO saying smth like "look what ur missing out on, u workaholiccc 😝" and the video attached is you being a whiny mess with stacey instructing you to moan aiah's name in the background 😭 this ofc just makes aiah drive up to stacey's house in record time, which stacey loves sm bcs that's totally unlike the aiah she normally sees 🤭

in direct contrast to staku, aiah loves to plan out your meetings where it wouldn't be a convenience to either of you! but sometimes she gets needy and hasty too.. don't forget she's just as obsessed with you as stacey is so she definitely fucks you as soon as she has the opportunity to, she needs you!!

now listen.. pussy drunk aiah losing herself in between your legs while stacey whispers the nastiest shit in your ear as she massages your clit.. her even grabbing aiah's head and pushing her closer to your cunt just to get you to moan their names 😩😩 i'm a painslut!stacey believer so she would loveee to feel your nails digging into her skin or scratching her arm when she's doing too much 😭 even goes as far as to admire the marks you leave on her afterwards?? she's a lil freak what can i say!! and then there's your sweet ate aiah being a soft dom at heart 🥺 constantly looking up at you with worry in her eyes bcs she never wants to push you over the edge too much :(( their dynamic is kinda funny to me NOBODY GETS IT.

"staku.. i think she's had enough.. mh.."

"no, no, isa pa. she likes that, believe me. look at her! and look at you! gustong-gusto mo pa.."

aiah absolutely loves it when you make a mess all over her beautiful face! a little embarrassing for you but the satisfied look on her face makes it worth the trouble 🤭 and yk what's even hotter than watching aiah wipe her chin clean and suck your juices with her fingers?? watching stacey pull her close and kiss her, hearing her moan at how you tasted on aiah's tongue.. well, who wouldn't get wet again at the sight of that?! 😵‍💫

expect only the best and softest aftercare the coming morning! both of them are cuddling you and spoon-feeding you food while you all chill on stacey's couch watching teleseryes and movies 🥰🥰 probably until the two of them feel like fucking you all over again which usually only takes about the first thirty minutes of a movie.. 😛

Oh my god (positive)

i added minnie for u bud🫶🏻🫳🏻🫳🏻🫳🏻

i love reading your works so much, but it’s so hard to find and take so long scrolling all the way down 🥹 can you make a masterlist so i can read all of your work

hi sorry for the late response and but i just posted a masterlist for my current works and it's also linked in my pinned post! thank you for this suggestion anon! sorry if my response and the masterlist seems rushed i'm in a lecture rn

“she’s mine,,

its hard dating a girl like you. its almost like you radiate something intoxicating along with your glow- something that makes everyone that crosses your path immediately fall to their knees.. and its getting annoying, but who better than your own girlfriend to put them in their place?

dom! gym rat! g!p kazuha x sub! fem! reader

warnings: kazuha is taller than reader, idk shit abt the gym sorry.., reader plays around with men(???), reader has insane pretty privilege(real!!!), men r gross, reader is a massive WHORE!!!, mommy kink (act shocked), use of names like whore slut pup etc, jealous dom! kazuha, g!p kazuha, mirror sex, unprotected sex, breeding, grinding, orgasm denial, teasing, pussy slapping, lmk if i missed smth!

wc: 2.9k

notes: yeonjun cameo bc i didn’t wanna just say “the guy”😭 idk i just chose the first person that came to mind!

kazuhas text is red and readers is pink<3

probably spelling mistakes not proofread !

“so… what are you doing later?”

you sighed and rolled your eyes as the man in front of you made his fifth attempt at picking you up.

“look, this is getting annoying. im taken.”

normally, you liked to tease the guys that tried to hit on you- you thought it was fun. but this was just getting completely out of hand and you were starting to get uncomfortable.

“is that so? i dont see your boyfriend anywhere.”

you groaned as the lame excuse for a man leaned forward, getting way too close to your face. the closer he moved, the more you leaned back- trying to get away from him. you grabbed your purse and put it over your face, at this point you could smell his rancid breath fanning over your face- god, do men even know how to take care of themselves?

“is there a problem here?”

you sighed in relief and got up from your seat to look at the owner of the familiar voice.

“no, who the fuck are you?”

the guy leaned back in his chair as he cocked his brow. you walked over to the woman who had intervened and wrapped your arms around her neck, embracing her in a quick kiss.

“her girlfriend, and i believe youre in my seat.”

“comeonnnn zuha don't be mad at me! i was just teasing but he took it way too far!”

you whined as you took a sip of the strawberry milkshake you ordered.

“im not mad at you, just pissed at how disgusting that guy was. who did he think he was getting so close to you?”

your head perked up when you saw the waiter walking by, you both had finished your food and were now waiting for the cheque.

you spoke as sweetly as you could and looked straight into the waiters eyes while asking for the bill. he stuttered and blushed as he told you it was on the house.

you smiled to yourself in success as you took a final gulp from your milkshake. you looked over to the girl across from you with a frown on her face.

“hmm is someone jealous?”

you teased your girlfriend as her frown deepened.

“no, just.. why do you always have to do that.”

“oh come on dont complain, appreciate the fact that i got us a free meal!”

kazuha rolled her eyes at your words and got up from her seat, walking over to yours to take your hand and exit the restaurant.

you guessed it was kind of mean to play around with guys and act interested- knowing damn well you weren’t. but at the end of the day it was entertaining, and sometimes came with a prize.

you always loved to eat out for brunch- it was perfect, your two favourite things combined, breakfast food and your girlfriend. brunch was one of the things you commonly did with kazuha. that and going with her to the gym.

of course shopping with her was always fun. you were happy she enjoyed coming along with you and helping you pick things out. it was always extra special when she would go into the change rooms with you, helping you try on the clothes you picked out and maybe getting a little carried away, overestimating your ability to stay quiet..

although going to the mall was your favourite hobby, nothing could beat the gym for you, it was just perfect. what could possibly top watching kazuha workout? exactly. nothing.

she was just so hot, she always had you drooling over her abs when she wore those black sports bras. and nothing motivated her more than seeing you sitting pretty while watching her, she swore she could see hearts in your eyes.

of course she could always just workout at home, but there was just something about watching her in public. of course you took notice of the hungry eyes checking her out- but you were the only one that could have her, and you took pride in that.

kazuha on the other hand, was not a fan of the stares you always seemed to receive. you loved toying with people- she knew it was just for fun, but she couldn’t help the burning feeling inside when she saw the way others looked at you. there's no denying it, kazuha was a very jealous girl.

aside from that, today was unlike your usual visits to the gym- today you would be accompanying your girlfriend, and working out with her as well. to be honest, you weren’t exactly planning to- but when kazuha suggested it you just couldn’t say no, especially since you had just bought the cutest pink sports set.

“zuha i really don't think i should be doing this, i'll totally ruin my nails!”

luckily you had chosen a more simple set at your last visit to the nail salon. typically you had long acrylics adorned with large charms- but this time you picked a short but adorable jelly set, they finally made it out of your pinterest board.

“don’t worry about that baby, i'll pay for new ones if they chip.”

kazuha leaned down to kiss your forehead and then grabbed your waist.

“here, let me spot you.”

after a while, your girlfriend had left to get you both something to drink. you decided to check your appearance with your phone camera, cute as always. as if on queue someone approached you.

“well aren’t you cute.”

you looked up disappointed after expecting to see your girlfriend towering over you- instead you were faced with some sweaty guy.

“the name’s yeonjun, and you are?”

you debated on what to say, you were kind of bored, might as well play along for a bit. you told him your name as you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. yeah it was wrong to play with people but it’s too fun..

“yeah? that’s a pretty name.”

yeonjun leaned towards you and smirked. this should keep you entertained until your girlfriend returns.

“now what’s a pretty girl like you doing here all alone? do you really know what you’re doing?”

okay, this had turned from entertaining to straight up annoying way too quickly. men are so.. urgh. you rolled your eyes at his remark and fixed your ponytail that was held together by your hot pink velvet scrunchie.

yeonjun slid beside you on the bench and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. you had to admit he didn’t absolutely reek like you expected, so maybe some men actually know the basics of self care? bare minimum but rare.

you ignored the fact that his arm was loosely around you to keep up a conversation. you were too busy thinking about how angry kazuha would be to see you like this.. you’d be lying if you said the main reason that you toyed around with guys wasn’t to get her attention. it’s not like she ignores you or anything, she’s just really fucking hot when she’s mad. okay, maybe you’re kind of a whore.

“so, why don’t you come over to my place?”

yeonjun’s words snapped out of your thoughts, okay here’s the fun part. you almost (not really) felt bad, maybe if he doesn’t turn out to be a total jerk you’ll set him up with your friend- he’s totally her type.

“yeah… i dont think so.”

you smiled at his shocked expression, yeah it was pretty mean to play with someone’s feelings like that but- it’s not like he really knows you, you met like 5 minutes ago.

“can you get your fucking hands off my girlfriend?”

you finally heard the sound you had been dying to hear, kazuha's voice laced with anger and jealousy.

“your…. girlfriend? oh.. OH um.”

yeonjun jumped off you and scurried away- you didn’t get the chance to give your friend his number, oh well. you were more focused on your girlfriends fuming aura, she's so fine when she's upset.

kazuha grabbed your arm, stuffing the drinks and snacks she bought in her bag and dragged you out of the gym without a word. her grip on your wrist left you fantasizing at what was coming- you felt your panties already starting to get damp.

after driving in silence for a while, kazuha finally spoke up- tighting her death grip on your thigh.

“why are you such a fucking slut? huh? can’t take you anywhere.”

you bit your lip, you loved it when she raised her voice at you.

“zuha baby i’m sorry i was only playing! you know my heart only belongs to you!”

“shut it. i don’t wanna hear another word.”

you followed your girlfriends instructions, as much as you loved being a brat you couldn’t help but obey her commands when she got like this.

once you two arrived home, kazuha slammed her car door and took a long breath before walking over to the passenger side of the car and opening your door for you. just because she was pissed at you didn’t mean she would act any less chivalrous, and she was so hot for that.

you really needed to start thinking with your brain instead of your cunt, but it seems you’re just too much of a slut for that.

once you were inside your girlfriend slammed you against the wall in heated kiss. her hands traveled your body.

“your such a fucking whore for me aren’t you baby? you’re just a brainless whore for mommy?”

you barely had the strength to reply, head already all foggy from the feeling of kazuha's lips against yours. her lips parted ways with yours so she could roughly grab your cheeks, forcing you to look at her in the eyes.

“use your words pup, i asked you if you’re a whore for your mommy?”

“yes, yes im a whore for you mommy.”

despite the fact that you followed her orders, kazuha was displeased that you were able to form a proper sentence without stuttering at all- looks like she has to break you.

your girlfriend grabbed your wrist once more and dragged you into your shared bedroom. she threw you onto the bed and straddled your waist, you could feel her hardening cock through her gray sweats.

you couldn’t hold back a whine at the sight above you, the way her hair perfectly framed her face. you needed her. now.

“mommy, mommy please i need you.”

kazuha giggled with fake sympathy and slowly grinded her hips against yours, sighing at the contact.

“you need me? where do you need me baby?”

you whined at the humiliation, but your mind was too clouded with lust for you to care.

“need- need you inside, mommy.”

kazuha smirked and lifted her hips off yours, hovering above you.

“you need me inside? inside where?”

you huffed and whined at her fake stupidity, but didn’t fail to fully answer her question.

“need you in my pussy mommy, need your fat cock in me!”

your girlfriend smiled at your words, finally satisfied with your answer.

“okay then, since you asked so nicely.”

you smiled at her words, more than ready to relieve the ache in your cunt.

“but… you were such a whore today weren’t you? shouldn’t i show you just how much?”

you didn’t completely understand kazuha’s words until she grabbed your waist and flipped you over to face the floor length mirror against the wall.

you blushed at the sight of yourself as your girlfriend slowly undressed you, lifting your sports bra up and over your head to reveal your hardened nipples, she grabbed one and pinched it. loving your reaction, she leaned over and put the other one in her mouth, rolling it between her teeth.

you moaned and bucked your hips at the feeling, you were absolutely soaked. you swore you could feel the fabric of your panties stick to your dripping cunt.

kazuha released your erect bud with a pop while you moaned at the cool air hitting your nipple, covered in her saliva.

“m-mommy please, please-please touch m-me here!”

you bucked your hips upwards once more, chasing any sort of friction, yet still being left with nothing.

your girlfriend- now content with your neediness, lifted up your hips to pull your pink leggings all the way down your legs and off your ankles. now you were left in nothing but your sopping panties.

“look at you, so fucking wet for me.”

you moaned and clenched around nothing as kazuha’s slender fingers ghosted over your clothed clit. you had enough of her teasing, you desperately needed her dick inside of your slutty little hole.

“okay enough toying around, i bet this is how the guy’s you flirt with feel huh? you don’t like it do you?”

you couldn’t hold back your tears, you started to cry, your clit was red and swollen but your girlfriend was still relentlessly teasing you.

“i’m sorry mommy, i-i’m ssososoossoo sorry, i’ll stop trying to make you jealous i s-swear i’ll stop!!!”

you begged for her forgiveness but your cunt was met with a harsh slap.

“we both know that’s not true. don’t ever lie to mommy.”

“sorrys-sorry i’mmm sosorry momm-“

you got cut off mid sentence as kazuha finally removed your underwear, revealing an absolute mess. your cut was throbbing, tight hole clenching around nothing. kazuha knew how badly you wanted her cock, but she still needed to tease you a bit more.

she leaned back, her hard abs on full display. she tapped her abdomen while looking at you, straight in the eyes.

“if you want to cum you’re gonna have to work for it baby.”

you were so relieved, even though you weren’t getting exactly what you wanted. you crawled over to kazuha and straddled her waist, hovering over her.

you slowly lowered yourself onto her. fuck- the feeling of your bare cunt on her was heavenly. you didn’t even try to supress the loud moans that escaped your lips as you ground your hips against kazuha's abs. who cares if the neighbours can hear.

your girlfriend bit her lips at the show in front of her, grabbing your hips to help you.

you were drooling over the friction, the feeling of your puffy clit rolling with every buck of your hips has you already seeing stars.

“mommy m-mommy pl-please please can i please cum?”

you were so desperate, and couldn’t hide the obvious disappointment on your face when kazuha denied you of your release.

“wait a little while longer for me, pup.”

you continued your movements, but knew you couldn’t last long. not wanting to disobey your mommy, you decided to lift your hips off her abs, whining at the loss of contact.

“awe did you do that because you couldn’t hold it?”

you nodded your head rapidly at kazuhas words, expecting praise for your actions. she wiped a finger in your slick on her abs, before chuckling out a reply.

“but i didn’t tell you to stop, did i?”

your smile dropped at her words, kazuha grabbed your hips and moved back to the edge of the bed, facing the mirror.

she pulled down her boxers and sweatpants to reveal her completely erect cock. you couldn’t help but stare in awe, you couldn’t get over how huge she was.

without warning, kazuha grabbed your hips once more and dropped you onto her length. your wetness allowing her head to slide in without a problem, but you were so fucking tight- she had to bully the rest of her dick into your hole.

you screamed at the pleasurable pain, as you watched the reflection of her cock slide inside of you.

kazuha fucked into you, and you took it as your que to start bouncing down on her dick aswell. she grabbed your cheeks and forced you to look at yourself in the mirror.

“keep your eyes on yourself baby, don’t look away.”

you nodded at her words, unable to use your own from how deep she was fucking you. you could feel every vein against your slick walls gripping her thick cock. you knew you couldn’t last any longer.

“cum! m-mommy cum pleaseees!”

you had lost your ability to form a proper sentence, but you still understood when kazuha nodded her head, finally allowing you the release you’ve been chasing for so long.

you moaned mumbling thank yous, seeing stars as you squirted all over your girlfriend's fat dick.

“look at the big mess you made, baby.”

you briefly looked at your wetness covering the sheets before bringing your eyes back to your reflection immediately, not wanting to displease your mommy.

“good girl.”

kazuha moaned in your ear while she dumped her load in your cunt, watching as her seed escaped your hole and leaked down your thighs. she bit your neck and stared into your eyes in the mirror.

“i have to claim what's mine, don’t want anyone else trying to get with my girl. im the only one who can see you like this”

she fucked her hips into you once more before lifting you up and watching as the rest of her cum leaked out of you.

“well that’s no good, let’s keep my seed nice and warm in your cunt where it belongs.”

okayyy finally finished this!! i was planning on posting a diff fic but im stuck😵‍💫😵‍💫 anyway i love u zuha i need to lick ur abs rnrnrn😵‍💫❣️

im a sucker for things like this :(((

rain tapestry

rain tapestry - ahn yujin x kim! reader

synopsis: a little lot rain came down while heading to your sister meet and greet, leaving you trapped underneath a tree with a stranger

genre: fluff, reader being a dive for their older sister, yujin being clueless, reader actually being taller than gaeul, short hair runs in the kim family, 04' liner reader

ah crap.

is the first words you thought when the rain started pouring. you were peacefully reading your book on the park bench, spending the hour before the fan sign reading your book with your tote bag tucked up beside you.

you thought at first it wasn't really that bad, and hopefully the seoul weather would allow the small rain to pass over quickly. so you headed over towards a tree, still reading your book.

out of the corner of your eye, you see another run to the tree for shelter from the now-pelting rain. you looked at the stranger, noting how disheveled she looked and how she was holding food in her hand. you both were waiting underneath the tree for the time when the rain would let up, and soon the time for you to leave for the meet and greet was there. it was good that the venue was close to the park where you were seeing the stranger, and you could see the stranger get more and more anxious as time passed. she was still constantly texting on her phone, pacing around, and biting her finger as if she had somewhere to be. deciding against your best interest, you interrupted her thoughts by saying, "hey... uh, do you want to have this umbrella i have in my bag? you seem like you need it more."

she looked up from her phone, looking left and right, before responding , "if you don't mind..." whispering the second half of the sentence. with those words, you took out your umbrella and handed it to her, giving her a nod and a small smile.

"have a nice day, stranger; I hope you can get to wherever you need to with my umbrella," you yelled out in her direction before running off in the direction of the fan signing.

"hey! how am i supposed to return this to you? she yelled out as she quickly realized that you were leaving.

"don't worry about it," you returned with just as much volume, running still while waving your hand in the air.

after getting to the venue 15 minutes early with a soaked jacked, you took off and got your VIP ticket, making a note to thank your sister later. you slicked your hair back, wanting to be slightly more presentable and not have hair in your face.

you were seated near the front, so deciding for convenience's sake for the future, you took out your gaeul plushie and new ive album from your bag. waiting your turn in line number 55, as it was a small signing and greet. soon enough, you ended up near the front of the line, seeing that leeseo was the first one. you had interacted with her before, as gaeul had brought her along with one of yours and her dinner. she was still the little cheeky person you knew her to be, asking if she was your bias. to where you curtly responded no, which caused her to look at you offended jokingly.

next, you headed over to liz, whom you had never met before, and talked with her about cats and how you wished you could adopt one but your mom wouldn't allow it.

soon after, it was wonyoung's turn to talk about how you enjoyed mint chocolate ice cream and how anybody who didn't like the flavor does not taste cough cough gaeul-. she asked who was your bias in the group, wanting to annoy your older sister, who was beside the younger, and of course you had to say leeseo.

then it was your sister's turn. her turning to you, looking so offended that she was not the bias in the group. your response, of course, was to tease her a bit, but still, in the end, she was your bias because she was your sister. you gave her a small knitted thing, stating it wasn't from you but from your mom, who was a huge fan of gaeul. she smiled and asked you to say thank you back to your mom (even though she would call her after this event).

the last was yujin. you had never had any interaction prior to this, so you started describing how you loved their songs and how she was a great leader for them. talking a bit about green tea before being told by the staff to get off the stage and go back to your stage.

for the rest of the signing, you couldn't put a pin in what you had felt with yujin- almost a sense of familiarity, but you couldn't have, right? because you've never met the girl before. you enjoyed the rest of the singing, but just let this thought linger in the back of your mind.

you knew the drill when it came to visiting gaeul after the signing, waiting a bit for the hall to empty out before being approached by staff asking if you were kim y/n. you nodded your head, showing your ID and VIP pass, and asked if you could go visit your sister now. the staff nodded their heads, leading you in the direction of the change room, where you knocked on the door. you were a bit shocked that wonyoung opened it first, but so was she, looking at the girls and asking if anyone knew you, which then led leeseo to leap out of her seat and tackle you. "y/nnie you're so mean. why didn't you tell me you were coming today? the youngest questioned while you tried to stand up with leeseo still attached to you.

"did gaeul not tell you i was coming? you had a questioning expression while looking at your sister, who was about to laugh out loud. "YAH, KIM GAEUL, YOU DIDN'T TELL YOUR MEMBERS I WAS COMING!!! "you yelled out, with your sister slowly helping you up and leeseo still attached to you, dragging you into the room and closing it.

"ok fine.. this is my younger sister kim y/n, she is immature, a mint chocolate lover, and is a 04 liner. y/n this is ive. now wave," gaeul introduced you and made you awkwardly wave at the end too.

"woah, unnie, was your hair this short last time?" said the younger, looking at your short hair, fascinated.

"i think i might've ended up cutting it shorter this time, so... I can't say," you responded while cuddling the girl slightly while letting down your backpack. "oh yea! gaeul, uh, theres food inside there from mom and a message from mom and dad," you blurted out to gaeul after you remembered the reason why you came to the fan sign.

deciding around the 20-minute mark you should end up going ended up detaching yourself from leeseo and decided to quickly introduce yourself to the other members before leaving. then asked if gaeul was still down to have dinner tonight, and she asked if she could invite her members, so you said yes.

you booked a private booth under your name for 7:30 p.m. that night and told gaeul about the reservation and time.

it was nice to stroll through the park again, checking the weather to see if it would rain. thankfully, it wouldn't have happened. you ended up going towards the tree where you had given an umbrella to a stranger and ended up spending so much time there that you ran to dinner.

gaeul texted you that she and the girls were already inside, and you shot her a text back while still sprinting to the restaurant, asking which room they were in. you arrived 5 minutes later, going into the room looking exhausted and plopping yourself beside your sister and yujin, who had an oddly familiar umbrella sticking to the side of her bag.

the dinner was great. the girls started joking with you, and you were also joking with them about random things. we even got to the point of telling embarrassing stories about gaeul, who was now constantly hitting my arm every time i would start telling a story. wonyoung joked about how i must have gotten all the height in my family because i was way taller than gaeul (169 cm). of course, my lovely sister paid for the meal because she knew i would be flat-out broke if i paid for seven people to eat. slowly starting to leave the room as i needed to get home before the last train ran. i got up and hugged each of them before yujin had grabbed my wrist and handed me an umbrella.

"yujin unnie? what is this for? i asked as i was holding the umbrella that was familiar.

"it's your umbrella. iwasthestrangeratthepark-" yujin rambled out the last part of the sentence.

"uh… slow down a bit, yujin unnie; i can't catch what you're saying," you said as you grabbed the older shoulder, trying to reassure her.

"i was the stranger in the park," she stated as she stared into your eyes.

you smiled towards her. "oh, but i knew," you chuckled as you stated. before running off to catch the train back to bupyeong-gu.

a/n: hmmm figuring out what to post... the hardest thing to do. its actually lowkey kinda funny how much unfinished posts i have... anyways RIDE THE W-A-V-E (YO)

Could you write about yena with this edit

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Finally had time to sit and write this one!! Hope you like it, hun 💖💖💖 (this edit has been hunting my mind since the day you sent it, fuck 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤)

tw: crazy jealousy (seriously crazy), mentions of arson, face slapping, G!P yena, unprotected sex, agonophilia (fight kink), blowjobs, reader is a little shit, fingering, toxic relationship creampie, etc.

It's been two weeks since you and Yena had broke things off. You were very aware of the fact that she was trying to contact you by any means and you didn't care because in all honesty, you wanted her to suffer at least a little before you got back to her (as always). Toxic, yeah. But what else could you say? Yena had the best dick in town and you two loved each other very much.

You knew she was going to find you. She always did.

When you saw her across the club you had to put on your most annoyed face and leave your friends with the excuse of going to another girls house. It wasn't actually an excuse since Chaewon did ask you to sleep at her place, but since Yena and Chaewon had the biggest beef in history, that invitation was the perfect plan to make her go crazy.

You stood outside waiting for an uber and of course hoping Yena would fall into that little plan of yours. Looking around, you saw her black mustang stop right in front of you. Rolling your eyes, you stared at your phone.

"Where are you going?" She asked, her voice friendly and smooth.

"None of your business" You bend a bit, noticing how she eyed your cleavage, then acknowledged your mini skirt.

"It's late, I'll give you a ride" She said, her left hand on the steering wheel. Fucking attractive.

"I would rather chew glass" You told her, looking at your phone again. Of course you had already cancelled your uber ride. You saw her demeanor change a bit, internally smiling. "You told me to stay away from you, now you wanna give me a ride?" Your voice was like butter, melting into the word 'ride'.

"Come on, what kind of person do you take me for?" She told you as cars started honking behind her car. "I would never want you in any danger baby, even if we are broken up" You anxiously looked at the line of cars behind her, some of them were yelling for her to get out of the way.

"You are slowing traffic, Yena" You told her, fake annoyance on your voice. Oh how you loved she was just as crazy for you as you were for her.

"I won't leave until you get in this car" She turned the engine off, smirking. She was wearing a black hood and she did a pretty makeup on her eyes.

"You fucker" You told her, immediately hoping in, shutting the car door with so much force that even your ears hurt. Crossing your arms you motioned for her to go. "What are you waiting for? Go" She turned the engine on, shaking her head.

"Would the princess mind to tell me where?" Her smirk was there and you knew it was about to disappear in a second.

"Chaewon's house" You simply said, looking ahead but very aware of her grip on the steering wheel and the way her demeanor changed.

She kept staring at you from time to time, side eyeing you and your outfit. You were sure jealousy was eating her insides, her tongue swirling inside her mouth in the most attractive and angry way. She took a deep breath, her addam's apple very visible when she gulped.

"Now what? Are you and her fucking?" She finally said and you smiled before turning your whole body to face her.

"What if we are?" You crossed your legs, your skimpy skirt going up almost enough to show everything underneath. "Last time I checked, I am single" You shrugged. "You broke up with me, remember?" You leaned a little bit to her side so she could smell your perfume, that same perfume you knew it was her favorite one.

"I broke up with you because you burned my favorite jacket!" She slightly raised her voice so you did it too.

"Oh yeah, because you were talking to that girl Miyeon when I specifically told you that it made me uncomfortable because she very clearly flirted with you!" You shouted louder. "You were lucky I didn't burn your house down!" You crossed your arms, a visible pout on your lips.

"You are a psycho!" She yelled and you laughed.

"Oh yeah, I'll add that to the list of names you called me: Crazy bitch, menace and psycho" You counted on your fingers. "If I'm all that why the fuck are you worried about who I fuck or not Yena? Why are you taking me to the house of the girl that has been trying to fuck me for about four years now?"

She simply stopped talking, grazing her tongue on her lower lip, biting them. You saw her pull up to an empty parking lot, stopping the car and leaving.

"Yena? What the fuck are we doing here, take me to Chaewon's house right now!"

She was already opening your car door, pulling you out to push you against the back door, pinning both of your arms to your sides.

"I'm not taking you anywhere" She said, forcibly kissing your lips as you tried to let go.

"Let go of me" You tried to fight her off, your panties coated with slick as you did so.

"Or what?" she said, kissing your bare shoulder and neck, biting your hard. You whimpered, your knees getting weak.

"I-I'm gonna scream" You stopped resisting as her body now pressed against yours, her bulge grinding against you as she hissed.

"Scream for who, baby?" She told you, leaving love bites on your jaw and kissing you next.

Yena's tongue felt hot against yours, sloppy. You knew she missed you, but the way she was breathing heavier and heavier as you kissed made you see her in another light. You pushed her, switching positions to get on your knees and pull her cock out of her jeans. You saw it twitch on the dim light of the empty parking lot, swirling your tongue against the tip and making Yena moan.

"I missed your tongue on my cock, princess" She wrapped her hand on your hair, pulling you off of her cock so she could look at your face. "Put your tongue out for me"She said and you did it, feeling her tap her dick on your flat tongue a few times just so she would stick it to the back of your throat again and make you gag and moan.

She took it out of your mouth, pulling your for another sloppy kiss. Her lips felt velvety, delicious. She went down to her knees as well, pulling your panties to the side, immediately sticking her tongue on your slit to gather your juices on it. You loudly moaned, holding on the car for support as she sucked your aching clit, sticking two fingers in your cunt.

"I've missed your taste, fuck" She said, pumping her fingers in and out of you and you pulled her up so you could kiss her coated lips. her fingers didn't stop fucking you and you started to pump her cock as well.

"Baby, please it feels too good" You cried out against her lips, clenching hard on her fingers. "Please baby, don't stop"She smiled, fucking you harder and herdaer.

"Just cum for me, baby" You closed your eyes, coming hard on her fingers and knowing very well she was holding herself back from coming as well.

She held you tight against her as you came down from your high, shaking hard. You whined, feeling her hard cock against you.

"Fuck me Yena, please" You moaned against her skin, kissing her neck and lining her cock on your slit, she held one of your legs up to better access and you both gasped audibly when she fully entered you.

"Oh, I missed you" she said for the third time closing her eyes and you blushed, feeling butterflies on your stomach upon hearing that.

"I missed you too" You hugged her neck to kiss her and she started to fuck you hard against the car, rutting against you and possessively holding your hips to fully slam her cock into you. "Tell me if Chaewon would fuck you better than me" She gritted her teeth, her eyes dark locked into yours. You screamed, rolling your eyes as you felt your body lose strength. "I am the only one that can make you feel this good" She thumbed your clit making you jolt.

You slapped her face, not with too much force, just enough to make her look at you and pay close attention.

"You pull any shit on me again I'll leave you for good" You said through moans and sobs, sinking your fingernails on her neck and scratching her. "Just know -Oh my fucking god" You closed your eyes as she slammed harder and harder, reaching deep into you. "No pussy will ever feel like mine, baby"

"I'm gonna cum princess, fuck" She stammered, hips going to a full stop with her cock inside you as he came hard and you did as well, both of you throbbing hard.

She lazily kissed you, holding your body against her in the most protective way. Her heart beating fast against yours. You moved her sweaty bangs from her forehead, caressing her face.

"You did it on purpose, didn't you?" She asked talking about Chaewon, after a few moments of silence. You chuckled, hiding your face on her neck and smelling her perfume and her natural scent. "I knew it" She kissed your forehead.

"You did that whole scene with Miyeon on purpose as well, didn't you?" She went silent, biting her lip.

"yes, but I didn't thought you were going to have a full on arson meltdown on me" You hit her arm and she held your arms down, pinning them to the car, smiling. "What can I say? I like it when you get all possessive over me baby"

You playfully tried to bite her and she laughed, trying to dodge your bites.

"I'll punish your for that Choi Yena" You said.

She opened the back door, pushing you inside and getting between your legs, your pussy dripping with her cum and yours.

"Oh, please do" She kissed you, her cock starting to get hard again. "You can do whatever you want with me, my love" She said.

And you did.

Over and over again in the back seat of her black mustang, until the sun started to rise.