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summary . jimin and y/n are academic rivals, constantly fighting for the top spot. they argue all the time, even about love.
pairing . student!yu jimin x academic!rival!gn reader
“love is just a biological response,” y/n declares, leaning back in their chair with an infuriating smirk. “it’s hormones and chemicals. nothing more.”
across the room, yu jimin looks like she’s about to launch her mechanical pencil at their head. “that’s the dumbest shit i’ve ever heard. love is a deep emotional connection between two people, not some… some chemical reaction like photosynthesis.”
y/n snorts. “did you just compare love to plants?”
“no, dumbass,” jimin snaps. “you’re the one making it sound like love is just some robotic function.”
“because it is!” y/n exclaims, gesturing wildly. “it’s literally scientifically proven that love is just oxytocin and dopamine making your brain think you need another person. it’s like a drug addiction, except instead of crack, it’s—i dunno, a girlfriend.”
a collective gasp ripples through the class. their classmates, who had previously been half-asleep during this lecture, are now wide awake, eyes darting between the two rivals like they’re watching the climax of a drama.
jimin’s eye twitches. “so what, you think people only stay together because of brain chemicals? not because they actually care about each other?”
“that is caring for each other,” y/n argues. “you’re attached because your brain rewards you for it. it’s biology. basic science, really. i thought you’d get it, but i guess even the second-place student has their dumb moments.”
jimin slams her hands on the desk. “EXCUSE ME?”
the class erupts.
“OH, HELL NO—”
“Y/N, YOU JUST SIGNED YOUR DEATH CERTIFICATE.”
“JIMIN, DRAG THEM.”
“PLACE YOUR BETS, PLACE YOUR BETS!”
meanwhile, their teacher, mr. park, looks like he’s experiencing a premature midlife crisis.
“both of you, SHUT UP!” he finally yells, slamming his textbook onto the desk. the room goes dead silent.
y/n and jimin freeze, still locked in a death stare.
mr. park takes a deep, exhausted breath, rubbing his temples like he’s reconsidering every life decision that led to this moment. “y/n. jimin. if i have to listen to another second of this nonsense, i will quit my job on the spot. clean the classroom after school. both of you.”
“but—”
“NO BUTS.”
jimin turns to y/n and mutters, “you’re cleaning the whiteboard.”
y/n glares. “like hell i am.”
“oh, really?” jimin smirks. “guess i should remind you that losers do all the grunt work.”
“bitch, i did NOT lose—”
“detention,” mr. park interrupts, not even looking at them.
immediate silence.
the class erupts into muffled snickers as jimin and y/n begrudgingly sink into their seats, shooting each other one last glare.
but as they turn away, the tiniest hint of a smile lingers on both their lips.
-
“you’re actually the bane of my existence.”
y/n doesn’t even look up from their paper. “thanks. you’re the bacteria of mine.”
jimin, sitting across from them, scoffs. “yeah? well, you’re the fucking plague.”
the classroom is empty except for the two of them, sentenced to cleaning duty after yet another screaming match in class. the teacher had snapped, thrown an eraser at them, and made them stay behind to “learn how to get along.”
as if that was possible.
y/n and jimin had been at war since the moment they met. for years, they’d gone head-to-head in every subject, fighting for the top rank like their lives depended on it. math tests? y/n won by 0.3 points. history essays? jimin destroyed them with an extra credit answer. science projects? a tie, because their teacher got tired of their bullshit.
but god forbid one of them got a lower score than the other.
(“did you just smile at my test score?”
“huh? no, that’s just how my face looks.”
“wipe that smug look off your face before i do it for you.”
“oh, so you admit i’m smug?”
“i’m going to throw myself out the window.”)
now, sentenced to wiping the whiteboard and stacking chairs, they’re left to their own devices in the classroom.
“you’re not even doing anything,” y/n accuses, side-eyeing jimin, who is sitting on the teacher’s desk, swinging her legs.
“and?” jimin shrugs. “work smarter, not harder.”
y/n throws the whiteboard eraser at her face.
jimin catches it effortlessly, grinning. “nice try, nerd.”
y/n exhales sharply through their nose, turning back to the board. “you’re so annoying.”
“you love it.”
“i’d rather drink paint.”
“red or blue?”
“oh my god.”
jimin slides off the desk, padding over until she’s standing beside y/n. she grabs another eraser and lazily swipes at the board. “you know,” she says, “it’s kind of fun being rivals with you.”
y/n glares at her through the reflection of the window. “oh, don’t start with that ‘i secretly admire you’ bullshit.”
“it’s not bullshit!” jimin laughs, nudging y/n’s side with her elbow. “i mean, yeah, you piss me off on a spiritual level, but like… you’re smart. you actually make school interesting.”
y/n freezes.
because, okay. maybe they secretly admire jimin too.
maybe they enjoy the stupid arguments, the competitive tension, the way jimin rolls her eyes whenever y/n outperforms her, only to bounce back ten times harder on the next assignment. maybe they live for the smug smirk she gets when she wins. maybe they actually like having someone who challenges them.
but admitting that? never.
“you’re such a loser,” y/n mutters, face warm as they wipe the board more aggressively.
jimin hums, tilting her head. “you’re blushing.”
y/n drops the eraser. “shut the fuck up.”
“oh my god.” jimin gasps, clapping her hands together in realization. “you like me.”
“do you hear yourself?” y/n bends down to grab the eraser, avoiding eye contact.
“ohhh my god,” jimin drawls, leaning down too so she can meet y/n’s eyes. “y/n. do you have a crush on me?”
y/n whips around and grabs a textbook, holding it up as a shield. “back the hell up.”
jimin cackles, stepping closer anyway. “you totally do. you like me.”
“you’re delusional.”
“you wanna kiss me so bad.”
y/n makes a distressed noise, tossing the textbook at jimin (who dodges it with a laugh). “you’re literally insane.”
“so you don’t wanna kiss me?”
y/n glares. “absolutely not.”
jimin grins. “liar.”
“i hate you.”
“so kiss me about it.”
y/n freezes.
jimin tilts her head, a playful glint in her eye. “what’s wrong? scared?”
and maybe y/n is.
scared of crossing the line they’ve spent years toeing. scared of what it would mean if they actually acknowledged the tension between them. scared of the way their heart hammers whenever jimin leans in, teasing, tempting—
jimin pokes their cheek. “earth to nerd?”
y/n swallows. then, before they can overthink it, they grab jimin’s collar and pull her in.
their lips crash together, and it’s messy and desperate and filled with years of pent-up frustration. jimin makes a muffled noise of surprise before melting into it, hands tangling in y/n’s shirt.
when they finally pull away, breathless, jimin is grinning like she just won the lottery.
“see?” she says, smug. “told you.”
y/n groans, covering their face. “i’m never going to hear the end of this, am i?”
jimin loops her arms around their neck, pulling them close again. “nope,” she chirps, pressing another kiss to their lips.
and, well. maybe losing to jimin isn’t so bad after all.
warnings . 18+ minors dni, full smut, daddy kink, dirtt talks, public (?) sex
i'm chilling at karina's crib in just my boxers, scrolling through tiktok on my phone when i hear her unlock the door. she comes in looking like a snack in a tight white dress that's hugging all her curves. i can't help but stare at her.
"hey boo," she says with a coy smile, locking the door behind her and sauntering over to the bed. she climbs on and straddles my waist, her dress riding up to show off her thick thighs.
"you miss me?" she asks, running her fingers through my hair.
"damn right i did," i reply, reaching up to grab her hips and pull her down against my hardening cock. she lets out a surprised gasp that turns into a moan as she grinds against me.
"you want this pussy don't you?" she purrs, leaning down to nibble on my ear.
"hell yeah i do," i growl, flipping us over so i'm pinning her down. i yank down the top of her dress, exposing her perky tits. i take one in my mouth, sucking and biting at the sensitive flesh until she's writhing beneath me.
"please y/n," she whimpers. "i need you inside me. i need you to fuck me so hard i forget my own name."
i don't need to be told twice. i rip off her panties and free my throbbing cock, rubbing the head through her slick folds. she cries out as i thrust deep inside her tight heat, stretching her open.
"fuck you're so tight," i groan, setting a fast, hard pace. "i'm gonna wreck this pussy."
"yes baby, yes," she pants, wrapping her legs around my waist. "pound me into the mattress. make me your little fuck toy."
my hips never stop moving as i drive into her over and over again, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. i reach up and grab her wrists, pinning them above her head as i fuck her harder and deeper.
"take this dick," i growl. "this is what you wanted isn't it? to be my little cum slut?"
"yes daddy, yes," she cries out, her walls clamping down around me. "i'm your cum dumpster. fill me up with your hot load."
her words send me over the edge. with a final, brutal thrust, i bury myself to the hilt and explode, flooding her with my hot seed. she screams as her own orgasm crashes through her, her pussy milking my cock for every last drop.
we collapse together in a sweaty tangle of limbs, chests heaving as we catch our breath. i pull out and roll onto my back, bringing her with me so she's draped over my chest.
"that was so good baby," she murmurs, nuzzling into my neck.
"you're such a good girl," i say softly, stroking her hair. "the best little cock sleeve i could ask for."
she giggles and kisses me deeply, her tongue tangling with mine. i can taste myself on her lips and it only turns me on more.
"ready for round two?" i ask with a smirk, my hands roaming over her curves.
"always," she replies, grinding her hips against mine. "i'm yours all night long."
and that's exactly what we do - fucking like rabbits all over her apartment until we're both too exhausted to move. by the time the sun comes up, we're tangled together in a mess of sheets, sticky with sweat and cum.
i wake up first and watch her sleep for a moment, marveling at how beautiful she is. she stirs and opens her eyes, smiling when she sees me looking at her.
"morning baby," she murmurs, stretching like a cat.
"hey gorgeous," i reply, pulling her close and kissing her softly. "i love you so much."
"i love you too," she says, snuggling into my arms. "you're the best thing that ever happened to me."
we lay there for a while, just enjoying each other's company. eventually we get up and shower together, taking our time washing each other's bodies. i get hard again as i lather up her tits and slide my soapy fingers between her legs, making her gasp and moan.
"you're insatiable," she giggles as we get out and dry off.
"can you blame me?" i ask, giving her ass a playful smack. "i've got the hottest girlfriend in the world."
we get dressed and head out to grab some breakfast, holding hands as we walk down the street. people stare at us but i don't care - i'm proud to be seen with such a beautiful woman on my arm.
over pancakes and coffee, we talk about our plans for the day. karina has some errands to run but i'm free, so i offer to go with her.
"really?" she asks, looking surprised but pleased. "you don't mind?"
"of course not," i say, squeezing her hand. "i wanna spend as much time with you as possible."
we finish breakfast and head out to her car, hand in hand. we run errands all day, picking up groceries and doing some shopping. every chance we get, we steal kisses and touches, unable to keep our hands off each other.
as the sun starts to set, we decide to grab dinner at a cute little bistro downtown. we're seated at a cozy table for two and order some wine, clinking glasses together.
"to us," i say, raising my glass. "the best couple ever."
"cheers to that," she agrees, taking a sip. she sets down her glass and leans forward, giving me a heated look. "you know, we've never had sex in public before..."
i raise an eyebrow, a smirk spreading across my face. "you want to change that tonight?"
she nods slowly, biting her lip. "think anyone would notice if i slipped under the table and sucked your cock?"
i nearly choke on my wine. "fuck baby, you can't say shit like that," i hiss under my breath.
"why not?" she purrs, trailing a finger along my inner thigh. "scared someone might see you enjoying your girlfriend's mouth?"
i shift in my seat, my cock already hardening at the thought. "you're playing a dangerous game, little girl," i warn.
"maybe i want to get caught," she whispers, her hand moving higher. "maybe i want everyone to know who this dick belongs to."
that's all it takes to push me over the edge. i reach down and grab her wrist, pulling her hand away from my crotch.
"come on," i say gruffly, tossing some cash on the table and standing up. "we're leaving."
karina looks confused but follows me out of the restaurant. i drag her around the corner to an alleyway and shove her up against the wall, kissing her roughly.
"you're such a dirty slut," i growl against her lips. "getting me all worked up in public like that."
"sorry daddy," she moans, grinding against me. "i couldn't help myself. i just wanted to taste your cock so badly."
without warning, i hike up her skirt and tear off her panties. "you want it? then take it," i snarl, freeing my throbbing erection.
she doesn't hesitate. she drops to her knees and takes me into her mouth, sucking hard as she bobs her head up and down. i groan and thrust my hips forward, fucking her face.
"that's it baby, take this dick," i grunt. "show me how much you love sucking me off."
she looks up at me with lust-filled eyes as she swallows me down, taking me deeper into her throat. i reach down and grab a fistful of her hair, holding her in place as i pump my hips faster.
"fuck yeah, just like that," i pant. "you're gonna make me come so hard."
i feel my balls tighten as my orgasm approaches. karina picks up the pace, slurping and sucking as she brings me closer to the edge.
"i'm gonna come," i warn, pulling out of her mouth at the last second. i grab my cock and start stroking furiously as thick ropes of cum shoot out, painting her face and tits.
she moans in satisfaction as i mark her with my seed, rubbing it into her skin like lotion. once i'm finished, i tuck myself back into my pants and help her stand up.
"fuck baby that was so hot," she says breathlessly, licking my cum off her lips.
"you're damn right it was," i agree, kissing her deeply. "now let's get out of here before someone sees you looking like a proper cum slut."
we laugh and make our way back to the car, hand in hand. as we drive home, i can't stop thinking about how lucky i am to have such an amazing woman by my side. she's the one for me - no doubt about it.
summary . y/n invites karina to a family dinner, and their younger cousin (who's lowkey in love with karina) gets super jealous every time y/n and karina act couple-y.
pairing . yu jimin x gender neutral reader
y/n should’ve known bringing karina to family dinner was a mistake.
the moment they walked in, their six-year-old cousin, minho, sprinted across the room, skidded to a stop in front of karina, and gasped so loud it echoed.
“OH MY GOD,” he whispered, clutching his chest like he was overcome with emotion. “YOU’RE… YOU’RE SO PRETTY.”
karina, ever the menace, crouched down to his level and smiled sweetly. “hi, minho. it’s nice to meet you.”
minho’s entire soul left his body.
his face turned tomato red, his knees buckled, and he let out the softest, most lovesick sigh y/n had ever heard.
then, he turned to them, scowling so hard it aged him fifty years. “you don’t deserve her.”
y/n blinked. “HUH???”
before they could process that insult, minho grabbed karina’s hand and held on for dear life. then, with all the confidence in the world, he said,
“you can go home now.”
karina bit her lip to keep from laughing, but y/n was outraged. they turned to their family, expecting SOMEONE to defend them, but everyone just looked like they were watching a drama unfold.
y/n’s own blood had betrayed them.
-
minho sat right between y/n and karina like a tiny, angry guard dog. every time y/n even tried to touch karina, minho blocked it like a security system.
at one point, y/n stretched their arm over karina’s chair, only for minho to physically remove it.
"personal space, bozo," he snapped.
y/n turned to their aunt. "can we return him? i feel like we can still get store credit."
"unfortunately, no," she sighed. "we lost the receipt."
minho smirked in victory.
karina? she was having the time of her life.
"minho, do you want more rice?" she asked sweetly, patting his head.
"only if you feed me," he replied, dead serious.
y/n nearly choked on air. "BRO, USE A SPOON—"
minho ignored them as karina, grinning, picked up a spoonful of rice and held it out for him. minho took the bite like he was a prince being doted on, then turned to y/n with the SMUGGEST EXPRESSION ON EARTH.
"yeah, that's right," he mumbled through his food. "cry about it."
y/n was about to throw hands with a LITERAL CHILD.
after dinner, y/n FINALLY managed to steal karina away to the living room. they had her all to themselves. peace. tranquility. romance.
…or at least, they thought so.
because the SECOND they leaned in to rest their head on karina’s shoulder, MINHO APPEARED FROM THE SHADOWS.
like ACTUALLY. like HE CAME OUT OF NOWHERE.
"DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT."
he wedged himself between them like a tiny, aggressive chaperone, then crossed his arms like he was about to kick y/n out of their OWN HOUSE.
“bro,” y/n hissed. “do you even know what personal space is?”
“do you know what boundaries are?” minho shot back.
y/n was about to LOSE IT. but before they could, karina turned to them, grinning like the little shit she was.
"are you jealous?" she teased.
y/n scoffed, arms crossed. “of a six-year-old? no way.”
karina’s smirk widened. she leaned in real close, her lips right by y/n’s ear.
"then you won’t mind if i give minho a kiss on the cheek, right?" she whispered.
y/n’s soul EXITED their body. minho overheard this and IMMEDIATELY sat up so straight his back CRACKED.
"PLEASE," minho begged.
y/n, panicking, GRABBED KARINA'S HAND AND STOOD UP IMMEDIATELY.
"ACTUALLY IT'S GETTING LATE. WE REALLY SHOULD BE GOING. BYE MINHO."
they YANKED karina out the door, SLAMMING IT behind them.
from inside, minho’s BLOODCURDLING SCREAM echoed through the entire house.
as soon as they were outside, karina burst into laughter. "oh my god, i can't believe you got jealous of a six-year-old."
y/n groaned, burying their face in their hands. "YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND. that little menace is gonna make my life a LIVING HELL for this."
karina giggled, lacing her fingers with y/n’s. “don’t worry,” she whispered. “i only have eyes for you.”
y/n sighed in relief, but then their phone buzzed.
enemy #1
“sleep with one eye open, bozo.”
y/n stared at the message, fear settling in. they could already hear minho’s evil little giggles in their head.
summary . the moment yunjin arrives, she practically tackles y/n. no more laggy calls, no more waiting—just them, finally in the same place. they spend the rest of the night cuddling, fighting over blankets, and making sure neither of them is going anywhere.
pairing . huh yunjin x gn reader
dial tone (pt.1)
yunjin is right here.
not through a screen. not on a laggy facetime call. not through a blurry airport selfie with the caption "lol i hate flying."
she is here, in front of you, real, and touchable. and oh, you are losing it.
"hello?" she waves a hand in front of your face, grinning. "earth to y/n?"
you blink. "uh."
"oh my god," she laughs. "are you malfunctioning?"
"kind of."
yunjin snorts, shaking her head, but then, before you can process anything, she flings herself at you.
full force. arms wrapped tight around your neck, legs halfway off the ground, her face buried into your shoulder like she's trying to melt into you.
you physically feel your soul leave your body.
"i missed you," she mumbles, squeezing you tighter.
oh, you're so done for.
"i—" your voice betrays you with a tiny crack. "i missed you too."
she pulls back slightly, just enough to look at you, her face so obnoxiously close that your brain turns into static.
"damn right," she murmurs, her thumb brushing over your cheek.
oh my god.
"you almost forgot what i sounded like, remember?" she teases.
"okay, to be fair—"
"eh no, i don't wanna hear it," she says, booping your nose. "you almost replaced me with an ai version of me."
"i knew you were gonna bring that up."
"of course," she grins. "i've been waiting months for this."
you groan. "let's just go home."
her eyes light up. home. your home, together. no more time zones, no more waiting, no more distance.
"yeah," she whispers, threading her fingers through yours. "let's go home."
—
the second you get inside, yunjin tackles you onto the couch.
"this is amazing," she sighs, literally lying on top of you.
"yunjin—"
"shhh." she snuggles closer, completely draped over you like a human-sized weighted blanket.
you pause. "...are you gonna move?"
"no."
"oh my god."
she giggles, tucking her head under your chin. "you feel so warm."
you dramatically sigh, but your arms tighten around her anyway.
"y/n?"
"yeah?"
"i love you."
your brain short-circuits.
"oh."
"oh?" she pulls back, frowning. "excuse me?"
"NO—" you hug her back down immediately, smothering her with kisses. "i love you too, i love you so much, i missed you so much, you're literally my favorite person ever, please never let me go."
she laughs, grabbing your face and kissing you all over in return. "there we go."
"shut up," you mumble against her skin, grinning like an idiot.
"make me," she says, pressing her nose against yours.
you kiss her again.
she melts.
—
after you finally let go of each other (barely), yunjin steals all the blankets in bed.
"are you serious?" you stare at her.
"yes."
"you have no shame."
"none," she agrees, snuggling deeper.
you groan, but instead of fighting her for them, you just grab her instead.
she yells.
"WHAT—"
"if you're gonna steal all the blankets, i'm just gonna use you for warmth," you declare, wrapping your arms around her.
"YOU CAN'T JUST DO THAT."
"i literally just did."
she huffs but doesn't move. in fact, she clings even tighter.
you grin. victory.
"...you're really here," you mumble, nuzzling into her hair.
"mmhm," she hums sleepily. "and i'm not going anywhere."
your heart stumbles at that.
"promise?" you whisper.
she lifts her head, eyes soft. "i promise," she murmurs, pressing a slow kiss to your forehead. "right where i belong."
summary . y/n and yunjin have been stuck in a long-distance relationship for way too long, surviving off facetime calls and late-night texts. it sucks, but they make it work—still, nothing beats actually being together.
pairing . huh yunjin x gn reader
right where u are (pt.2)
"i miss you."
there's a brief pause before yunjin snorts. "you just talked to me this morning."
"and? you act like that was five minutes ago. it's been, like, ten hours. i'm losing my mind."
"be so serious right now."
"no, actually," you continue, rolling onto your side dramatically. "i think i made you up. at this point, you're just a really vivid ai bot."
"not too much, i'll hang up," she threatens, but there's a laugh hidden in her voice.
"whatever, bot."
she gasps. "you're done."
"no, wait—"
she stays on the call, of course, because she loves you (even though she'll never admit it when you're being annoying). there's some shuffling on her end, probably her fixing her bag or whatever, and you sigh, staring up at your ceiling.
"i just wanna be next to you," you mumble. "like, actually next to you."
her movements pause for a second, then, quieter, "yeah. me too."
you can picture it so clearly. her next to you, probably stealing your blanket and making you do all the work like turning off the lights and adjusting the fan. she'd tuck her feet under your legs and act all innocent like she didn't just freeze them on purpose.
"you'd be so annoying though," you mutter.
"excuse me?" she scoffs. "you're saying i wouldn't be the best person to live with?"
"you would be," you admit. "but you'd also be a menace. i'd be turning off the lights every night while you pretend to be asleep so you don't have to do it."
"okay, first of all, if you love me, you'll do it," she argues. "second, i—" she suddenly stops. "wait. oh my god."
"what?"
"i do that already."
you burst out laughing. "SEE?"
"okay, but like, that's different!"
"how?"
"it just is!" she huffs. "you should be honored to turn off the lights for me."
"right, my bad," you say. "such a privilege."
"exactly."
you shake your head, but before you can say anything else, there's a muffled airport announcement in the background. your stomach drops.
"your flight's boarding?"
"yeah," she sighs. "sixteen-hour flight. pray for me."
"i would, but you're just an ai bot, so..."
"STOP."
you grin, but it fades quickly. "i still don't know how you do those flights."
"i just pretend i'm in a time machine. get on the plane, pass out, and when i wake up—boom. new country, new me."
"new you?"
"yeah. i'm gonna start drinking tiny espressos and saying 'darling' in a fake british accent."
"if you start texting me 'bonjour' or 'ciao,' i'm blocking you."
"you wouldn't dare."
"try me."
she giggles, but then it goes quiet.
"hey," she murmurs. "i'll text you when i land, okay?"
"yeah. be safe, alright?"
"always." she pauses. "...i wish i could take you with me."
"me too," you admit.
"one day."
"one day," you echo.
"until then," she says, suddenly teasing again, "you better not go forgetting what i sound like."
"no promises."
she gasps. "i should go before i get all sad and clingy."
"too late."
"shut up." she pauses. "bye, love."
your brain short-circuits.
"...bye, baby."
silence.
then she gasps. "wait...say that again."
your face heats up instantly. "no."
"you totally just called me baby."
"you're hearing things."
"oh my god, you did."
"yunjin. board your flight."
she giggles, and you can practically hear the smug smile in her voice. "don't worry, love. i'll text you when i land."
"bye."
she laughs again before finally hanging up.
you stare at your phone for a few seconds before groaning into your pillow, cheeks burning.
long distance is the worst. but god, you love her so much.
summary . minjeong gets mad at y/n, so they give her space. but minutes later, she's grumpily dragging them back to bed because she hates sleeping alone. y/n teases her, but when she mumbles, "i don't need space, i need you," they shut up real quick.
pairing . winter x gn reader
it starts with minjeong being mad. y/n has no idea why, but she's glaring, arms crossed, sitting on the bed like some angry little gremlin. y/n, being the smart person they are, decides to give her space.
"alright, i'll sleep on the couch—"
"good."
okay. damn. y/n doesn't even argue, just nods and grabs a pillow before heading out. they don't even make it ten minutes on the couch before they hear footsteps. fast, irritated ones.
then suddenly— y/n's pillow is yanked away.
"what—"
"come back to bed," minjeong grumbles, standing over them with the meanest pout y/n has ever seen.
y/n raises a brow. "i thought you wanted space?"
her glare intensifies. "i don't need space, i need you."
y/n.exe has stopped working. they sit there, processing, while minjeong aggressively yanks at their wrist like they weigh nothing. they barely manage to stand before she's dragging them back to bed, throwing the blanket over them like she's tucking in a damn burrito.
y/n can't help but tease. "soooo, you missed me?"
"shut up."
"you love me?"
"shut up."
"you—"
minjeong physically muffles them with her hand.
but her face is buried in their chest now, and y/n feels the way she clings tighter, how her fingers grip the fabric of their shirt, how she exhales like she finally feels at home.
y/n just smiles, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. "love you too, gremlin."
minjeong huffs. but her hold tightens.
minutes pass, but neither of them sleep. minjeong shifts, grumbling, pressing her face even more into y/n's warmth like she's trying to merge into their existence.
"why were you even mad?" y/n murmurs, running a hand up and down her back.
minjeong goes silent. then mumbles, "forgot."
y/n snorts. "seriously?"
"mhmm."
silence. then—
"...but you still left."
y/n stills. minjeong's voice is small, almost embarrassed, but y/n hears it clear as day. they tilt their head down, trying to get a look at her face, but minjeong buries herself even deeper into their chest like a damn mole.
"well, you told me to go," y/n hums, their tone softer now.
"you're not supposed to listen to me."
y/n bites back a laugh. "so, if i stayed, what would you have done?"
silence. then a grumble. "kicked you."
y/n finally laughs, full and bright, and minjeong glares up at them, her cheeks just the tiniest bit pink. but y/n just cups her face, thumb rubbing gently over her cheekbone, their teasing replaced with something much softer.
"i won't leave again," y/n murmurs. "even if you kick me."
minjeong just stares for a second, eyes flickering between theirs like she's memorizing everything. then, quietly, she leans up, pressing the softest kiss to y/n's jaw before hiding again.
summary . y/n casually pulls aeri to the safer side of the sidewalk mid-yap session, leaving her malfunctioning. she clings to their sleeve, still in denial. later, y/n buys her ice cream and warms her hands in their hoodie pocket.
pairing . giselle x gn reader
y/n and aeri have been walking for at least fifteen minutes, and in that time, they've managed to argue about the most irrelevant topics known to mankind.
it started with aeri suddenly gaslighting y/n into thinking that fish can drown. y/n, visibly distressed, refused to believe such nonsense, but aeri, being the menace that she is, kept insisting until they pulled out their phone to look it up. turns out, some fish actually can drown, which made aeri victorious and y/n existential.
"okay, but hear me out," y/n says, still recovering from the betrayal of science. "if the ocean is a giant soup—"
"oh my god, we are not doing this."
"listen."
"no. absolutely not."
"LISTEN."
"if you call the ocean a broth, i am literally going home."
y/n dramatically puts a hand on their chest. "aeri. be serious for a second. the ocean is made up of water, salt, animal carcasses, and seasoning from pollution. tell me that's not a soup."
aeri looks at them like they just committed a federal crime. "you need to be arrested immediately."
y/n cackles, too proud of their logic, and they keep walking, aeri muttering about how she needs better friends under her breath. the streetlights cast a soft yellow glow over the sidewalk, the air is crisp, and the sound of their footsteps fills the quiet night.
and then—it happens.
y/n reaches out mid-conversation, fingers grazing her wrist before gently wrapping around it, guiding her to the inner side of the sidewalk. it's so effortless, like they do it all the time, like it's natural.
aeri freezes.
wait. wait.
she stops walking, her brain malfunctioning, and y/n gets a few steps ahead before noticing she's no longer beside them.
they turn around, confused. "what?"
aeri squints at them. "did you just sidewalk-rule me?"
y/n raises an eyebrow. "uh, yeah?"
"why?"
"so you don't get hit by a car???" they say, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
aeri crosses her arms, trying so hard to act unbothered despite the full-on butterfly migration happening in her stomach. "what if i wanted to get hit by a car?"
y/n gives her the driest look known to mankind. "then do it when i'm not around."
she scoffs, annoyed that they sound so casual about it while she's literally about to go into cardiac arrest.
they keep walking, and aeri, despite her brain yelling at her, does something unhinged.
she grabs onto their sleeve.
not their hand, not their arm—just their sleeve. like she needs to hold onto something, like she's making sure they don't go anywhere.
y/n glances down, noticing it, and instead of teasing her, they just let her.
and that's when aeri realizes.
she's fucked.
—
they end up at a convenience store because y/n randomly decides they need ice cream, and aeri, still lowkey malfunctioning from the sidewalk incident, blindly follows.
she watches, in a daze, as y/n stands in front of the freezers, contemplating flavors like it's a life-or-death decision.
"okay, so like..." y/n furrows their brows. "cookies and cream is elite, but chocolate chip cookie dough has that texture."
aeri barely hears them. her mind is too busy replaying the moment from earlier like a glitching simulation.
"you good?" y/n asks, waving a hand in front of her face.
she blinks. "huh?"
"you've been staring at the freezer like it owes you money."
"oh," aeri says, stupidly. "yeah. i'm fine."
y/n narrows their eyes. "are you still thinking about the ocean soup thing?"
she snaps out of it immediately. "NO. SHUT UP. STOP BRINGING IT UP."
y/n just laughs and grabs the cookies and cream. when they get to the counter, aeri reaches to pay first, but y/n literally side-steps her and taps their card before she can even react.
she glares at them. "why."
y/n shrugs. "because."
aeri, still recovering from the sidewalk thing, is now recovering from this too.
—
by the time they're heading back, the city is quieter, the night air cooler, and the ice cream cups they bought are half-eaten. aeri is happily rambling about some drama she saw on twitter, and y/n is nodding along, responding every now and then with "no way, fr?" to make it seem like they're listening (they are, mostly).
at some point, y/n yawns.
"tired?" aeri teases, nudging them.
"you talk a lot."
"um, RUDE??"
"nah, i like it," they say casually, stretching their arms over their head.
aeri pauses.
hold on.
what the hell is she supposed to do with that information.
before she can think about it too much, y/n does something even worse.
they wrap an arm around her shoulders.
casually. like it's nothing.
like she's not about to explode.
"your hands are cold," y/n mumbles, pulling her a little closer.
aeri literally forgets how to breathe.
her brain is SCREAMING. her soul has left her body.
she's so frozen in shock that she doesn't even realize when she leans into them a little. just enough to feel the warmth, just enough so y/n knows she's not going anywhere.
and if she falls asleep thinking about it... yeah. nobody needs to know.
summary . y/n and karina are up late, cuddled up and yapping about the most random things. it's all jokes and teasing until the conversation takes a turn, leaving them both a little softer than before.
pairing . karina x gn reader
it’s 2:37 AM.
you’re lying in bed, wrapped up in karina’s arms. or maybe she’s wrapped up in yours. honestly, at this point, you can’t tell where she ends and you begin.
her leg is thrown over your waist, her head is buried in your chest, and her fingers are playing with the fabric of your shirt.
you should be asleep.
she should be asleep.
but instead—
"y/n," she murmurs.
"hm?"
she pauses.
you wait.
"…do you think fish get thirsty?"
you blink. "excuse me?"
"like. do they? what if they want a sip of water?"
"jimin, they’re literally in water."
"okay, but." she lifts her head, narrowing her eyes. "what if they want, like… flavored water?"
you stare at her.
"what the hell are you even talking about."
"i don’t know, i’m just asking." she shrugs. "hypothetically."
"NO FISH IS OUT HERE CRAVING A CAPRI SUN, JIMIN."
she giggles, snuggling back into you.
"you’re so stupid," you mumble, but your hand moves to play with her hair anyway.
she sighs happily, wrapping herself even tighter around you.
for a few minutes, it’s peaceful.
warm.
quiet.
and then—
"y/n."
"jimin."
"what if i was, like. a roach."
you sigh. "oh my god."
"what if i got stuck on my back and i was wiggling my little legs around and you saw me. would you help me flip over?"
"jimin, i’d get the nearest shoe."
she gasps, shoving you. "YOU WOULD NOT."
"i would."
"YOU LOVE ME."
"YEAH, BUT NOT IF YOU’RE A ROACH."
she groans dramatically, flopping onto her back. "you’re so fake."
"okay, what about me?" you nudge her. "if i was a roach, would you take care of me?"
she thinks.
for too long.
"HELLO???"
she giggles, burying her face in your pillow. "hmmmmmmmmm."
"YOU’RE TAKING TOO LONG."
she wheezes, shaking her head. "okay, okay. yes. i’d take care of you."
"i don’t believe you."
"i would! i’d build you a little house and feed you crumbs and—"
"you’d kill me in my sleep."
"well, if you’re a roach, you’d probably die in three days anyway."
"OH, SO YOU WERE JUST GONNA LET ME SUFFER?"
she cackles, rolling back into your arms.
you glare at her, but she just peeks up at you, grinning.
"okay, okay. new question."
"oh my god."
"if i was a worm—"
"jimin."
she bursts out laughing.
you groan, grabbing a pillow and shoving it over your face. "i refuse to have this conversation. i refuse."
she just giggles, grabbing the pillow and throwing it across the room. "too bad. answer the question."
you stare at her.
she stares back, all smug and warm and beautiful.
you sigh.
"yes, jimin," you mumble. "if you were a worm, i’d take care of you."
her eyes light up.
"you’d carry me?"
"yes."
"you’d feed me?"
"uh-huh."
"you’d sing to me?"
"why the hell would i sing to a worm."
"FOR COMFORT."
"OH MY GOD."
she giggles, playing with your fingers. "would you, though?"
"yes," you mutter, rolling your eyes. "i’d sing to you."
she beams, completely satisfied.
"see," she hums, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek, "you love me."
you try to glare, but your heart betrays you.
instead, you just pull her closer.
"yeah," you murmur. "i do."
her grin softens.
she tangles your fingers together, tracing little circles on the back of your hand.
and for once, she’s silent.
you close your eyes, letting the warmth consume you—
—until—
"y/n."
"OH MY GOD."
"okay, last one, i promise."
you groan, but you’re already smiling.
"fine," you say. "go."
she shifts, her cheek resting against your chest.
her fingers fidget with yours.
"do you think we’ll still be like this when we’re old?"
your hand pauses in her hair.
her voice is softer this time.
smaller.
you tilt your head slightly, peeking at her face.
her eyes are barely open now, sleep creeping in.
your chest feels warm.
"i hope so," you murmur.
she hums, snuggling in closer.
"i hope so, too."
you smile, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
"i don’t think you realize how much i love you," you murmur. "like, it’s actually insane. borderline embarrassing."
she giggles sleepily.
"you could be saying the dumbest shit ever and i’d still be here, looking at you like you hung the damn moon."
her grip tightens.
"if loving you was a sport, i’d be undefeated. world champion. hall of fame."
jimin lets out a soft snort.
"i hope you know that i’m keeping you forever," you add. "no take-backs. you’re stuck with me."
she presses her face into your neck. "mhm. forever."
"even if you turned into a gross little creature, i’d still carry you around in my pocket and tell you you’re cute."
she laughs, squeezing your hand.
you press another kiss to her forehead, your voice dropping to a whisper.
"i love you. i love you. i love you. i love you. and i’m gonna keep saying it until it’s the only thing in your head."
karina hums again, voice muffled against your skin.
"good," she mumbles. "i like it."
and then, finally, she falls asleep.
(you stay awake a little longer, just so you can memorize this moment.)
pairing . idol!huh yunjin x streamer/producer!gn!reader
synopsis . (smau) y/n is a famous streamer, producer, and unfortunately... jay’s twin. they’ve also been painfully down bad for le sserafim’s yunjin but never got a chance to interact with her. until jay randomly drops her number in their messages. finally. their time has come… right?
synopsis . (smau) y/n likes karina. karina likes someone else. y/n, being a dumbass, helps her get with the guy. now he’s suffering while aespa and r!ot enjoy the show. private twt rants, stupidity, and a whole lot of mess incoming.
synopsis . (smau) y/n likes karina. karina likes someone else. y/n, being a dumbass, helps her get with the guy. now he’s suffering while aespa and r!ot enjoy the show. private twt rants, stupidity, and a whole lot of mess incoming.
synopsis . (smau) y/n likes karina. karina likes someone else. y/n, being a dumbass, helps her get with the guy. now he’s suffering while aespa and r!ot enjoy the show. private twt rants, stupidity, and a whole lot of mess incoming.
synopsis . (smau) y/n likes karina. karina likes someone else. y/n, being a dumbass, helps her get with the guy. now he’s suffering while aespa and r!ot enjoy the show. private twt rants, stupidity, and a whole lot of mess incoming.
synopsis . (smau) y/n likes karina. karina likes someone else. y/n, being a dumbass, helps her get with the guy. now he’s suffering while aespa and r!ot enjoy the show. private twt rants, stupidity, and a whole lot of mess incoming.
note . changed all of their icons on twt cuh i don't feel good with the previous one. i still haven't changed it yet from the profiles but i'll change it asap :) plz enjoy reading and rebloggings are deeply appreciated for fast updates <3 - jyeolzhu
synopsis . (smau) y/n likes karina. karina likes someone else. y/n, being a dumbass, helps her get with the guy. now he’s suffering while aespa and r!ot enjoy the show. private twt rants, stupidity, and a whole lot of mess incoming.
pairing . idol!yu jimin (karina) x idol!male reader (or gn if ur comfy enough to read)
synopsis . (smau) y/n likes karina. karina likes someone else. y/n, being a dumbass, helps her get with the guy. now he’s suffering while aespa and r!ot enjoy the show. private twt rants, stupidity, and a whole lot of mess incoming.
warnings . lots of swearings, alcohol consumption, kys jokes, and many more lol
featuring . kim younghoon (y/n's faceclaim), rest of aespa members, zb1 jiwoong, tbz juyeon, txt yeonjun, enha jay, ateez yunho, le sserafim yunjin, and nmixx haewon
