synopsis. winter supposedly hates when you tease her—but she hates it even more when your attention is on someone else.
pairing. winter x added!member!reader
warning(s). fluffy, r is a big tease tease, slightly possessive winter, and let me know if there's more!
words. 850 💔
authors note. had to get a req out. im not ignoring them i swear im just lazy & kinda busy. also not a lot of drama im sorry anon :( it was just too cute
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winter was in the middle of a solo live broadcast when you decided to join in through the comments.
at first, you kept it subtle, just sending random emojis and vague messages. but then you saw her sipping on her drink, and you had to say something.
y/n: why do u hold ur cup like that lmao
y/n: so small… like ur hands
winter paused mid-sip, eyes narrowing. “yah,” she muttered, scanning the comments until she found yours. “why are you even here?”
she tried to act unfazed, but the way she adjusted her grip on the cup said otherwise.
y/n: just admiring how cute u look struggling w that big cup
winter choked on her drink. “i am not struggling!” she insisted, wiping her mouth. “this is normal!”
the fans, of course, began eating up the drama. you and winter exchanged quips for a bit, with winter growing more and more flustered each time, much to your entertainment.
y/n: show them ur hands compared to the cup
winter hesitated. “no.”
y/n: pls
she sighed before finally holding up the cup next to her hand.
it was, in fact, way too big for her.
you nearly cackled.
y/n: ohmygod
winter immediately ended the live.
then there was the time during rehearsal when she was trying to focus on a dance move, and you just had to mess with her.
winter is practicing a turn, her expression serious as she concentrates. but the moment she lands and meets your gaze, you give her a slow, exaggerated wink.
she stumbles.
“y/n!” she whines, immediately turning back around to avoid your smug face.
“what?” you ask innocently. “did i distract you?”
“obviously!”
you chuckle, walking up to her. “my bad, my bad. here, try again.”
she eyes you suspiciously but sighs before resetting her stance. you nod encouragingly as she prepares to turn again.
just as she moves—
you poke her side.
she yelps, spinning a little too fast and losing her footing. she goes down in an ungraceful tangle of limbs, glaring up at you from the floor.
you grin sheepishly.
winter is furious.
she’s so easy to mess with—it’s practically a sport at this point.
winter sits cross-legged on the couch in the practice room, scrolling through her phone, completely unaware of your approach. you sneak up behind her and suddenly wrap your arms around her shoulders.
she flinches, almost dropping her phone. “yah!”
“just checking if you’re still ticklish,” you tease, resting your chin on her shoulder.
she wriggles in your hold, huffing. “i’m not—”
you squeeze her sides lightly.
she yelps.
the entire room erupts into laughter. giselle and ningning are practically on the floor.
winter twists around to glare at you, cheeks burning. “i hate you.”
“you love me,” you correct, grinning.
she groans, smacking your arm. “go away!”
it’s supposed to be a casual group live—just you, winter, karina, giselle, and ningning, sitting together promoting the new single and chatting with fans.
and for the past few minutes, you’ve been directing all your teasing at giselle.
“eh, why do you always sit like that?” you laugh, nudging giselle’s shoulder.
she raises an eyebrow. “like what?”
“like you own the place,” you joke. “you sit like a ceo in every live.”
the fans flood the chat with laughing emojis, some agreeing, others spamming “giselle ceo era.”
giselle plays along, smirking. “maybe i do own the place.”
“oh?” you lean in, grinning. “should we start calling you boss?”
winter, sitting beside you, shifts slightly. you don’t notice at first—too focused on the banter with giselle. but the chat certainly does.
winter looks mad lol
minjeong is pouting.
she’s jealous.
meanwhile, you continue teasing. “giselle, say something ceo-like.”
giselle dramatically clears her throat. “you’re all fired.”
the group bursts into laughter, but before you can say anything else, you feel a hand tug at your hoodie.
you barely have time to react before you’re pulled back—right into winter’s side.
you blink, glancing at her. she isn’t looking at you, instead focusing on the screen with a suspiciously neutral expression.
but her grip on your hoodie tightens.
winter pulling y/n helppp.
possessive winter omg.
did she just…
you glance at giselle, who is trying not to smile. ningning and karina look equally amused.
you smile.
“stop teasing giselle,” winter muttered under her breath, and though she tried to sound casual, the possessiveness in her tone wasn’t lost on you.
you bite your lip to keep from laughing. “yeah, okay, fine.”
winter lets go of your hoodie and tries to play it off as nothing, but you know she can still feel the weight of your eyes on her.
you tried your best to stifle your smile, but it was hard not to enjoy the way winter was reacting. she glanced at you from the corner of her eye, but as soon as she saw you looking back, she quickly turned her head away.
is it too much if i ask if you could write makeout headcanons of mean!sorority!karina? 😔
because honestly im a big fan of a detailed makeout sessions and people barely write it, and i know makeout sessions with mean karina is so hot, like the position she likes to be, how she kiss, her hand placements, what is she saying, what is she doing everything like that, and when shes seducing reader for a makeout, i know she would spend hours just making out with reader and honestly its just so hot i could beg for a headcanons list of this scenario
well, karina is downright obsessed with you. so she doesn’t ever ease into her kisses. she goes in like she’s been starving for it. her hands are greedy from the start, fingers slipping under your jaw to tilt your face exactly where she wants it, nails just sharp enough to remind you who’s in charge. sometimes she’ll fist your shirt at the collar, tugging you down because she likes the leverage of making you bend for her. her mouth is hot and insistent, and if she really wanted to she can go for ages without taking a breath.
the positions she loves to do are anything that allows her to straddle your legs or lap. it lets her have the most control and she likes it like that. if it gets too intense or too heated, she likes to lay her forehead against yours so she can get a good look at you. the look of desire on your face is just enough to send her into another kissing session.
i just know she loves to bite and nip at your lips. she finds that it makes her kiss even more heated. she’ll alternate between biting your lip (hard enough to sting) and then soothing it with her tongue. she loves when you bite back, and if you pull on her bottom lip with your teeth, her breath catches in her throat, her heart beats fast and she always has a dazed look when you part from each other.
she would never admit that she loves when you push back against her. it makes the whole experience feel more like a battle between her and you. so when you kiss her harder or nip at her mouth, she only pulls you in even closer to her, pressing you up against the wall, a hand behind your back to keep you steady and keep you up against her.
she gets the most kick out of making you hot and bothered and all of a sudden it doesn't matter who you’re around or where you are, all that matters is the heat in her stomach and the way she feels so good watching you become undone by her.
when it’s really late and you’re both wrecked, she softens without realizing it the kisses turn slower, lazier and tender until she’s practically curled around you, lips still brushing yours between little murmurs.
and during these gentle kisses is the only time karina probably speaks cuz when it’s late and when the rush is gone and her gloss is worn off and she’s sprawled over you with her hair tickling your face, that’s when it shifts. her kisses go slow, unhurried, like she’s drunk off you instead of alcohol, and she finally lets herself say the things she’d never risk in the daylight.
it’s quiet stuff, barely whispered against your mouth, like “don’t you dare leave me, puppy,” or “mine. only mine.” sometimes softer, almost like she doesn’t even notice she’s speaking, “you drive me insane… can’t stop thinking about you,” breathed into the corner of your lips. it’s clumsy in its honesty, because she doesn’t mean to confess — she just can’t shut up when her walls are down, when her lips are pressed against yours for the hundredth time that night.
and if you murmur something back, her chest stutters like you punched the air from her lungs, and the words keep tumbling from her mouth, hushed and honest until the sun is creeping in.
“i want you, it’s so painful, but, oh, i’d burn myself to prove it, baby, no doubt.”
synopsis. stuck in a boring office job, the only thing getting you through the day is sneaking off with winter. stolen kisses and locked doors make work a lot more interesting—especially when you’re pushing the limits of what you can get away with.
pairing. officeworker!winter x officeworker!gn!reader
warnings. 18+ (smut), public sex (in an office & breakroom), fingering, oral, reader wears a tie bc whats an office job w/o a tie???, bad writing & let me know if there's more!
words. 1.6k
authors note. winter has been bias wrecking recently ☹️ i also have to update my masterlist and link it on these works; lowkey forgot that was even a thing!
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you hated your job.
every day felt like an endless loop of emails, meetings, and deadlines that only seemed to multiply. the worst part? the clients. no matter how much effort you put in, someone always found something to complain about.
"can you believe this?" your coworker, jaehyun, groaned as he dropped into the chair beside your desk. running a frustrated hand through his hair, he glared at his laptop screen. "i spent two weeks on that pitch, and the client rejected it in five minutes. five. freaking. minutes."
you sighed, barely looking away from your own stack of unfinished work. "sounds about right. did they at least give you a reason?"
"oh, the usual: ‘not what we’re looking for,’ ‘we need something fresh,’ ‘we’ll get back to you.’" he mimicked their voices with a scoff. "they won’t."
"of course they won’t." you leaned back in your chair, rubbing your temples. "i don’t even know why we try anymore."
jaehyun huffed in agreement, shaking his head. there was no point in trying to convince these people. they had already made up their minds, always chasing something better.
he was about to launch into another rant when movement across the office caught your eye.
winter.
she stood from her desk, stretching slightly before picking up her cup and making her way to the break room. a gray cardigan draped over a crisp white button-down, tucked neatly into a black skirt that ended just above her knees. her long, blonde hair framed her face perfectly; her smile was soft and sweet.
you could watch her all day.
"are you even listening?" jaehyun’s voice snapped you back to reality.
"what?" you turned to him, blinking.
he sighed. "never mind. i gotta get back to work anyway. this pitch isn't going to fix itself."
you barely heard him. pushing back from your desk, you stood up, your feet already moving in the direction winter had gone.
the break room was quiet when you stepped inside, the steady hum of the coffee machine filling the space. she was alone, stirring sugar into her tea, her eyes focused on the swirling liquid in her cup.
you glanced at her, humming out a tune to break the silence. winter glanced at you through her lashes, watching you reach for a mug, but before you could pour your coffee, winter’s fingers wrapped around your wrist, pulling you gently toward her. you stumbled, nearly crashing into her.
she steadied you with a quiet laugh, her eyes twinkling as she met your gaze. "we have ten minutes before anyone starts wondering where we are," she whispered.
"then we better make it count."
her lips met yours in a fleeting kiss—soft at first, then deeper, more urgent. her hands were everywhere—pulling at your tie, gripping your waist, threading into your hair. a quiet moan slipped past your lips as she kissed you harder, hungrier. it was too much and not nearly enough all at once.
"someone's impatient today," you teased, pulling back to catch your breath.
she giggled. "can you blame me? it's been three whole days."
your mind thought back on three days ago.
winter's hands were tangled in your hair, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, trying desperately to stay quiet. she glanced around the office before settling her gaze back on you. your head was deep into her lap, your mouth buried between her legs, your tongue teasing her clit underneath her desk.
her grip on your hair tightened, her eyes closing briefly as she fought to keep her composure. you couldn't help but feel a little bit pleased with yourself—you knew that she only got this impatient when she really, really wanted you. to risk you going down on her in the middle of the office, mid-workday, where anyone could walk in and catch the two of you.
a low moan escaped her lips, and you pulled back slightly, just enough so that your words wouldn't be muffled. "shhh, you have to be quiet."
"i'm trying," she whispered, her hips bucking against your face.
"trying" didn't seem like it was quite cutting it. she was squirming in her chair, her grip on your hair getting tighter with each passing second. "we really shouldn't be doing this here," you murmured, but you didn't give any sign of actually making a move to stop.
"you're just too tempting," she responded, her voice barely above a whisper, her legs trying in vain to close around your head.
"can't blame you for that," you murmured back. "doesn't mean we shouldn't be a little more careful, though…"
her eyes darted briefly around the office again, everyone too involved in their own work at their own cubicles to notice the illicit activity happening right under their noses. the risk of getting caught was still very real, and winter knew she should care, but she was way too far gone.
"it's hard to be careful when you're doing... that," she whined, her eyes fluttering shut as you went back to work.
winter's tongue pressed against yours, hot and insistent, and you felt a rush of desire course through you. it was so easy for her to push all the right buttons. "how much time do we have left?" you asked, pulling back slightly.
"six minutes," she breathed, guiding your hand to the waistband of her skirt.
six minutes. not a lot of time, but definitely enough.
you smiled wickedly, your fingers trailing along the edge of her skirt for a moment before sliding underneath it. she gasped softly, her eyes darkening with anticipation as you leaned in to kiss her again.
you could feel the heat radiating off her body as your fingers brushed against her bare skin. she was so responsive, so reactive, and you knew that you could make her come undone with just a few well-placed touches.
"i think i can make that work," you murmured, your hand creeping higher, higher, higher, until it was resting at the edge of her underwear.
her hips bucked involuntarily towards your hand, a desperate whine escaping her lips. you chuckled, your fingers tracing slow, teasing circles on her skin.
"someone's impatient," you teased, your mouth moving to her neck. you could feel her pulse racing under your lips, her breathing ragged and uneven.
"don't have all day, you know," she protested, her words at odds with the way her body was melting into yours. her hands clutched at your shirt, trying to pull you closer.
you pulled back from her, your fingers leaving her skin, and she let out a sharp gasp. before she could complain, you brought your middle and ring fingers to her mouth. she understood immediately, her lips parting and her tongue darting out to meet them.
you watched her suck on your fingers, her eyes locked on yours, and your heart skipped a beat. "fuck, you're gorgeous," you breathed, the way she was looking at you, like nothing else existed in the world except the two of you, was intoxicating.
she blushed at the praise but didn't stop. your fingers slid in and out of her mouth, and she sucked on them eagerly, her tongue swirling around them.
winter could feel herself getting wetter by the second, her thighs rubbing together impatiently.
once you were satisfied with her work, you pulled your fingers out of her mouth with an audible pop, a thin trail of saliva connecting them to her lips. she let out a disappointed sigh, her lips already swollen and parted, begging for more.
you leaned in, whispering in her ear, "i bet you're already dripping wet."
winter's breath hitched. she knew that you could always tell when she was turned on, and you were right—she was practically aching for you, desperate to feel your fingers inside her.
you didn't waste any time, bringing your hand back under her skirt and pushing aside the fabric of her panties. winter inhaled sharply as your fingers brushed over her clit, her eyes falling closed.
"so ready for me," you cooed, sliding your middle finger between her folds. "so wet."
she shuddered, her hips rolling forward involuntarily, seeking more friction. "please," she whimpered, her hands fisting in your shirt.
you loved how responsive she was, how easily you could make her fall apart. you leaned forward, capturing her lips in a heated kiss as you eased your finger inside her. winter moaned into your mouth, her walls clenching around you.
"quiet, baby," you reminded her, curling your finger and finding that spot deep inside her.
the possibility of getting caught in the break room was surprisingly low. tucked away in the farthest corner of the office, it was separated from the main workspace by a frosted glass wall and a door that locked from the inside.
wait…did you lock the door?
maybe. maybe not.
she nodded weakly, her nails dug into your shoulders as she struggled to keep her composure, her breath coming in shallow gasps. you added a second finger, pumping them in and out of her at a relentless pace, your thumb brushing against her clit.
"fuck, baby," you groaned, pressing her harder against the counter. you could feel her body shaking beneath yours, her orgasm approaching fast. "you're so close, aren't you?"
winter could only nod, her hips bucking against your hand, trying to get as much friction as possible. She was close, so fucking close, and you could tell. the way her breathing hitched, her nails digging into your shoulder, the way her thighs squeezed together, trying to relieve the tension.
"i can feel it, baby. come for me."
she cried out, her body going rigid, her walls clenching around your fingers as she came. her eyes rolled back, her mouth open in a silent scream, her legs threatening to give out. you kept stroking her through her orgasm, prolonging the pleasure as long as possible, until she was trembling and weak.
"f-fuck," she whimpered, her head resting against your shoulder.
You chuckled, removing your fingers from her and licking them clean. "you okay?"
"more than okay," she said, a satisfied grin spreading across her face.
you couldn't resist stealing one last kiss before pulling away. she looked completely fucked out, her hair disheveled and her cheeks flushed. "better get back to work before anyone misses us."
"i guess," she said, pouting a little.
"we can continue this later," you assured her, fixing her clothes and smoothing down her hair.
she grinned, reaching for your hand and giving it a squeeze. "it's a date."
synopsis. teasing winter is second nature, sometimes it’s not even intentional.
pairing. winter x added!member!reader
warning(s). fluffy, r is still a big tease tease, possessive winter again!, and let me know if there's more!
words. 1.6k
authors note. i tried to cook, i think i burnt the food
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it’s supposed to be a casual day out, but with you and winter walking through a busy shopping district, it doesn’t take long before fans start gathering. some approach cautiously, others excitedly call your names, and soon, there’s a small crowd forming.
you’re used to it by now, stopping to take quick photos and sign things while winter stands nearby, hands in her pockets, watching you interact.
a fan steps forward, grinning as they hold out a photocard.
you reach for it automatically, but when you see who’s on the card, you pause.
it’s a photocard of winter.
without thinking, you smile, flip it over between your fingers, and—right in front of winter—slip it into your jacket pocket. “oh, nice. thank you!”
winter’s head snaps up instantly.
the fan laughs, covering their mouth before showing you the marker. “y/n, you’re supposed to sign it!”
you glance at winter, your smile widening when you catch the slight furrow in her brow.
“ohhh, you wanted me to sign it?” you take it out of your pocket, brushing nonexistent dust off of it. “my bad, i thought it was a gift.”
winter scoffs under her breath, muttering, “like you don’t already have one of mine.”
you hear it. and so do the fans, judging by the giggles and whispers of “wait, y/n has a winter photocard?” floating through the crowd.
you grin at her, fully enjoying how she’s starting to look a little flustered. “what can i say? i’m a collector.”
winter rolls her eyes, but she can’t hide the small, amused smile tugging at her lips.
you finally sign the photocard, handing it back to the fan, who practically bounces with excitement. “thank you! winter, can i get yours too?”
winter obliges, but not before side-eyeing you as she scribbles her signature. when she hands it back, she mumbles just loud enough for you to hear, “i should start taking your photocards too.”
you raise an eyebrow. “you already have them?”
her ears turn pink, and she looks away quickly. “shut up.”
you and winter are sitting next to each other at the fansign event, casually signing albums when a fan asks, "if you had to marry one member of aespa, who would it be?”
it doesn’t surprise you; it's a question the four of you are often asked. you hum in thought, pretending to consider your options as you glance around the table before settling on winter. you grin at her, watching the way she rolls her eyes and shakes her head in exasperation.
“well, that’s easy,” you say smoothly, leaning back in your chair. “i’d marry minjeong.”
you catch winter's sharp inhale and the way she bites her lip to hide a smile. it's a tell-tale sign that she's pleased by your answer. but you know winter too well not to notice the subtle way she shifts in her seat, or the way her gaze lingers on you longer than necessary, or how her expression turns soft when she thinks you aren't looking.
the other members immediately whip their heads toward you.
karina raises an eyebrow. “oh?”
winter clears her throat, trying to act nonchalant. but you know she's secretly glad you picked her. you turn to her, shrugging like it’s nothing. “you’re the perfect choice.”
winter blinks rapidly. “why—”
you start listing on your fingers. “you’re cute, responsible, a great cook—”
giselle laughs at the redness rising to winter's cheeks. she elbows her. "you're blushing!"
"i'm not!" winter retorts, trying to hide her face behind her hand. ningning tries to remove them, but it’s no use.
you nod along, grinning. "you already take care of me anyway; might as well make it official.”
winter's gaze snaps to you, her cheeks still pink but a teasing smile on her lips. she leans in and smacks your arm. "y/n, you're so annoying."
then, to make it worse, you turn back to the fan and seriously ask, “can you be the witness at our wedding?”
winter refuses to sit next to you at the next fansign.
your solo stage comes first, and winter is watching—except she’s barely watching you.
instead, her gaze keeps shifting to your dance partner. the one who places their hand a little too comfortably on your waist during the choreo. the one who leans a little too close.
winter’s arms cross tighter each time. she refuses to let herself react, but it’s impossible to ignore the way her jaw clenches when your partner’s fingers trail along your arm.
by the time her turn comes in the next show, she makes sure to fix the situation.
you’re her partner this time. and she makes sure to dance closer than ever.
there’s no space between you. the choreo never called for it, but she wraps her arms around you a little tighter, her grip a little firmer. she doesn’t take her eyes off you once.
you try your hardest not to laugh or smile during the performance, but it gets difficult with winter pressing against you so much that it feels like you can hardly breathe. you catch her staring at you, and she has the audacity to smirk.
when the song ends and the two of you have to bow, winter does it a little too quickly, her hand finding yours and squeezing. she lets go just as fast, but you quickly pull her back, lacing your fingers together and keeping her close. she glances at you in surprise, and you can see the light blush on her cheeks, but you only grin and squeeze her hand reassuringly.
you’re at the dorms, reaching up to put something on the highest shelf in the kitchen when she walks in.
she pauses. you see her glance at the item before slowly looking at you.
“y/n.”
“hm?” you don’t stop what you’re doing, too focused on stretching as far as you can to reach the shelf.
she glares. “bring that down.”
you tilt your head. “bring what down?”
she scoffs. then, she reaches past you to grab it herself.
except she can't reach it either. she stands on her toes, grunting as she tries to reach it, but it's obvious that it's beyond her reach. "need some help?" you ask, your tone too innocent.
her face flushes red, and she scowls. "i'm perfectly capable of getting it myself," she says firmly, her words coming out more like a warning than an actual statement.
she's so cute. but you know better than to say that, instead leaning in and whispering in her ear, "you're so short."
she snaps her head to you, ready to glare, but her eyes widen when she realizes how close you are. she freezes. "…get out of my ear!"
you laugh, stepping away. "how about i get that for you?"
winter huffs and looks away. "whatever."
you step behind her, and she stiffens when your arms reach around her and grab the item on the shelf. she's so warm. you lean forward, trying not to think about how good she smells. "here," you murmur, handing her the item.
she takes it, still not looking at you. but as soon as you step away, she grabs your sleeve. "hey!" she yells, and you turn around, surprised to find her face even redder than before.
she looks you straight in the eyes, her jaw clenched, and suddenly, you're worried you actually went too far. you open your mouth to apologize, but before you can get a word out, she speaks up again.
"thank you!"
the words come out rushed and high-pitched, and you stare at her in confusion. she still won't meet your eyes, but you can tell she's serious from the way her brow is furrowed.
your chest swells with affection, and you smile. "of course."
life in the dorms with winter was nothing short of a competitive nightmare.
you learned this the hard way when, after a long day, all you wanted to do was kick back on the couch and watch the soccer match you’d been waiting for.
except winter was already there, controller in hand, watching her own show like she owned the place.
you frowned. “move.”
“no.” she didn’t even glance at you, eyes still glued to the screen.
you crossed your arms. “i was literally about to watch the game.”
winter scoffed. “not my problem. i was here first.”
you sighed dramatically before stepping closer, towering over her. then, just because you knew it’d get to her, you reached over and grabbed the remote from her hand effortlessly.
“yah!” winter immediately jumped up, trying to snatch it back, but you held it high above your head.
she reached. she missed.
she reached again. still missed.
“wow,” you mused, grinning down at her. “so small.”
winter glared. “give it back, y/n.”
you waved the remote just out of her reach. “what was that? i can’t hear you from up here.”
she huffed, frustration growing by the second. then, before you could react, she grabbed onto your shirt and pulled—using her entire body weight to wrestle the remote out of your hand.
you yelped as you lost balance, nearly toppling over. “minjeong, what the hell—”
she used the moment to snatch the remote back and immediately ran to the other side of the couch, hugging it to her chest.
“i win,” she said smugly.
you narrowed your eyes at her. “this isn’t over.”
and it wasn't. not when you started kicking her off the couch every time she tried to watch her show, and definitely not when she retaliated by stealing your snacks.
in the end, you both ended up sitting on the floor in front of the couch, each too stubborn to let the other watch their show. and as you watched her get absorbed in whatever drama was playing, you couldn’t help but think:
the sight of winter happily watching her show is worth missing a game.
mean!sorority!karina x loser!gp!reader headcannons? 🙂↕️
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pairings. mean!sorority!karina x loser!gp!reader
warning(s). pet names (karina calling u puppy), jealous & possessive!karina, let me know if there’s more
words. 802
authors note. this is the first time i EVER did headcannons… got too lazy to add nsfw ones though 😞
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mean!sorority!karina who calls you ‘puppy’ more than your actual name because, in her eyes, that’s exactly what you are—her pathetic, obedient little lapdog.
mean!sorority!karina who keeps you on a short leash. you’re not allowed to talk to certain people, go to certain parties without her knowing, or—god forbid—ignore her texts. if you take too long to respond, she’ll send a follow-up: “puppy? don’t make me come find you.”
mean!sorority!karina who loves making you flustered. she’ll drag her fingers along your jaw, trace her nails down your arms, lean in as if she’s going to kiss you—only to pull away at the last second and laugh.
mean!sorority!karina who got possessive without realizing it. she still made fun of you relentlessly, but the moment someone else tried? her tone turned cold. “i didn’t say you could talk to them.”
mean!sorority!karina who bullies you in public, but gets territorial in private. if someone else messes with you? suddenly, she’s not amused.
mean!sorority!karina who hated how much she noticed you. the way your ears turned red when she got too close. how you always showed up when she needed you, no matter how ridiculous her request was.
mean!sorority!karina who would never admit she liked you first. instead, she’d just scoff, roll her eyes, and mutter, “ugh. why do you have to be so pathetic?” as if it was your fault she was falling.
mean!sorority!karina who is the most demanding, impatient person ever. she wants kisses when she wants them, and nothing is going to stop her from getting what she wants—not even you.
mean!sorority!karina who tries to hide it, but her heart melts when you do cute things. when you offer her the last cookie, or tell her she looks nice in a dress, or hold the door open for her.
mean!sorority!karina who doesn’t know how to express her feelings properly. so, when she says, “you’re so annoying,” or, “you’re lucky i tolerate you,” or, “it’s not that i like you or anything,”—you know it really means, “i love you.”
mean!sorority!karina who acts like she’s doing you a favor by letting you be around her. “you should be grateful, puppy. not everyone gets to be my personal lapdog.” but the truth is, she’d probably go insane if you ever actually left.
mean!sorority!karina who gets jealous so easily, it’s ridiculous. she’ll roll her eyes and act uninterested, but if she catches you laughing a little too hard at someone else’s joke? she’s suddenly in your space, hands on your collar, whispering, “what’s so funny? care to share with the class?”
mean!sorority!karina who uses her nails to tease you constantly. she loves the way you freeze up when she drags them down your arm or across the back of your neck. and she always does it when she knows you can’t react—like in public or in front of her friends.
mean!sorority!karina who finds excuses to touch you, even when she doesn’t have to. adjusting your hoodie strings, fixing your hair, pulling you close by your belt loop just to whisper something unnecessary. she’s addicted to how easily she can fluster you.
mean!sorority!karina who says she doesn’t do relationships, but somehow, you’re different. she doesn’t know when it happened, but suddenly, she’s only interested in you. and when someone asks if you two are a thing, she just scoffs and says, “she’s just my pup. i keep her around.”
mean!sorority!karina who would act like she doesn’t care, but if you ever tried to leave? if you ever pulled away from her, even slightly—suddenly, she’s not so nonchalant anymore.
mean!sorority!karina who will corner you at a party, arms crossed, voice deceptively calm. “what’s this i hear about you ignoring me, puppy?” and if you try to play dumb, her lips curve into a smirk that doesn’t reach her eyes. “don’t test me.”
mean!sorority!karina who will scoff, roll her eyes, and mutter, “fine. go.” if you ever seriously consider walking away. but the second you actually turn your back, she’s grabbing your wrist, yanking you close, and whispering, “you think you can just leave me?”
mean!sorority!karina who won’t beg, won’t admit she’s scared, but if you ever really push her—if you tell her you’re done, that she can’t keep stringing you along—her mask finally cracks. her voice will drop as she mutters, “you don’t get it, do you? you’re mine, puppy.”
mean!sorority!karina who is terrified you’ll realize that somewhere along the way, she became yours, too.
now, i know that you love me. you don't need to remind me. i should put it all behind me, shouldn't i?
synopsis. you’re heading off to college with a scholarship, leaving behind jimin—a girl who you fell for, knowing the complications and the walls she put up. then minjeong comes into the picture, someone so different, but similar at the same time, you find yourself pulled toward to her. but when jimin reappears, everything gets messy, too messy.
pairing. yu jimin x fem!reader x kim minjeong
warning(s). angst, fluff, slow burn (?), love triangle, unresolved feelings, and let me know if there's more!
words. 4.6k
authors note. tried something different w the writing style. plz enjoy & yes there will be a part two i think..........................
you don’t know when it started, this thing between you and jimin.
maybe it was the first time she laughed at one of your dumb jokes, tilting her head back like the sound was too big for her body. maybe it was the way she always waited for you after work, even when she finished before you, leaning against the doorframe of your shared space with a lazy smile.
maybe it was the way she touched you—soft, fleeting, never enough. a hand on your wrist when she wanted your attention. fingers brushing over yours when she passed you something. the occasional, completely unnecessary adjustment of your collar or your jacket.
small things.
things that added up.
“you always look at me like that.”
the words catch you off guard, spoken lazily as jimin leans back in her chair. you’re at work, supposed to be focused, but instead, your eyes must’ve lingered too long.
you blink. “like what?”
she smirks, stretching her arms above her head. “like you want to say something.”
your stomach tightens. you force a laugh, shaking your head. “you’re imagining things.”
she hums, unconvinced, but drops it. that’s how jimin is—she flirts and teases but never really lets you know where you stand.
and you, like an idiot, let her.
it goes on like this for weeks and then months. every time you gather up the courage to say something, the words die on your tongue. how could you possibly sum up how you feel? besides, there are so many reasons why you shouldn't act on it. you work together. she has a boyfriend. you're just a stupid girl with a crush, and she's…well, everything.
you tell yourself it’s not a big deal.
sure, your pulse spikes when her hand brushes yours while walking home. and sure, maybe you replay certain moments in your head—her laughing at something you said, her leaning in too close to show you something on her phone.
but it’s harmless, right? you’re friends.
and then there are nights like these.
it’s late, the sky inky black above you, and the two of you are walking in sync like always. after work, you walk home together like always. it’s unspoken at this point, a routine you never bothered to question. you live a few streets apart, close enough that it makes sense, but far enough that you both know you could’ve made different choices. she could’ve left with the others. you could’ve taken a different route.
but you never do.
“what if we just dropped everything?”
you glance at her, raising an eyebrow. “dropped everything and did what?”
“ran away. started fresh. maybe somewhere by the sea. or the mountains. someplace with no one around for miles, just trees and peace and quiet."
you laugh. "if i ran away, you'd come with me?"
"of course," she says. "who else would put up with me?"
"right, who else…"
"i mean it." her voice is soft, almost lost to the sound of your footsteps. "i wouldn't go anywhere without you."
she laughs, a sound that makes your chest ache.
you wonder if she knows what she’s doing. if she realizes how easy it is for her to say things like this, to build these little worlds between you, only to leave them behind like they never mattered.
the conversation shifts, meandering through different topics. work, dumb customers, and her latest obsession with some random drama she’s been watching. she talks about it animatedly, her hands moving as she explains some plot twist that apparently changed her life.
you’re only half-listening.
because she’s glowing under the streetlights, her eyes bright, her lips curved in a soft smile. and for a second, you let yourself imagine—
if things were different.
if she didn’t have a boyfriend.
if you were braver.
if she looked at you the way you looked at her.
but then she bumps your shoulder with hers, pulling you back to reality. “hey. you’re quiet.”
you blink. “just tired.”
she doesn’t push, doesn’t ask what’s really on your mind. instead, she nudges you again, grinning. “don’t fall asleep standing up. i’ll leave you here.”
you scoff, rolling your eyes. “no, you wouldn’t.”
she hums. “you’re right. i wouldn’t.”
and that’s the thing about jimin. she says things like that all the time—things that feel like confessions if you listen too closely. but she never follows through.
so you don’t say anything.
you just keep walking, side by side, pretending this isn’t killing you. pretending she doesn't notice. pretending it's enough.
the email comes in the morning.
a scholarship. fully funded. a chance to study something you love in a way you never thought possible.
you should be happy.
and you are.
but then there’s jimin.
and you don’t know how to tell her.
you put it off for as long as you can. days pass, filled with the same routines, the same inside jokes, the same late-night walks home. but every time you try to bring it up, the words die in your throat.
it’s stupid. she’s not your girlfriend. she’s not even yours to begin with.
but she means something to you.
and part of you is terrified that when you tell her, she’ll just… shrug and move on.
like this was never a big deal.
like you were never a big deal.
you finally tell her on a night that feels just like any other.
you’re walking home together, just like always. the sky is dark, the air is cold, and there are so many stars overhead that for a moment you forget to breathe. she’s rambling about something—work, a new song she’s obsessed with, and you’re not really listening. your heart is pounding too loud in your ears.
then—
“i got a scholarship.”
she blinks at you.
you force a laugh, rubbing the back of your neck.
it sounds fake even to your own ears.
a beat of silence, and then—
she slows. “for what?”
you tell her.
she nods, taking it in. “that’s incredible.”
there’s a pause. a beat too long.
then she asks, carefully—“where?”
your fingers tighten around your bag strap. you look at her, hoping for what? reassurance? an answer? some sign that this is more than what it feels like? "a state away."
but there isn't one.
she stops walking.
for the first time, you see it—the shift.
the way her mouth parts slightly like she wants to say something but doesn’t. the way her fingers twitch at her sides. the way her entire posture stiffens, just for a second, before she forces herself to relax.
she smiles.
it looks wrong.
"wow. that's great," she says. "congratulations."
you nod slowly, your chest tight. "thanks."
there's another pause, heavier than the last. you don't know what else to say. she doesn't seem to either. it feels like there should be something. something to make this easier. something to fix whatever this tension is. but you're both quiet, and the moment stretches out between you like an unspoken truth.
finally, she clears her throat. "well… i'm glad you told me." she starts walking again, forcing a smile. "we should celebrate."
"right. we should."
the next few days are strained. you try to act normal, but it's hard when everything feels off. when she smiles too wide and laughs too loud, like she's trying to prove something. when she avoids eye contact and changes the subject whenever you try to bring up the scholarship. when every conversation feels stilted and forced.
and you get it—she's hurting. but so are you.
so why does it feel like she's the only one allowed to show it?
on your last day at work, she walks you home again. this time she's not catching you up on her drama or talking about some new album she wants you to listen to. she's quiet, her hands shoved in her pockets as you walk side by side. the air between you is heavy with things unsaid, and you don't know how to break it. how to fix this. how to make it right before you leave.
before you go.
and before you can think better of it—
you step closer.
she doesn’t move.
your heart is in your throat. you don’t know who leans in first. maybe it’s you. maybe it’s her. maybe it doesn’t even matter.
all you know is that one second you’re standing there, drowning in the weight of goodbye, and the next—her lips are on yours. and it feels like everything. it feels like fire and ice and every cliché you've ever heard. it feels like coming home after a long day. it feels like all the times you wanted to do this and didn't. it feels like regret and relief and pain and pleasure.
it feels like love.
when she pulls away, it takes everything in you not to chase her lips. her eyes are wide, dark with want, and for a moment, you let yourself hope.
then—
she steps back.
"i'm sorry."
her voice is barely above a whisper.
your stomach drops. "jimin—"
"i shouldn't have done that." she shakes her head, running a hand through her hair. "that was a mistake."
you don't say anything. what can you say? that it wasn't? that you've been waiting for this for months? that you don't regret it? that you're in love with her?
no.
she already knows all that.
she just doesn't care.
she has a boyfriend.
she's not yours.
so you just nod, swallowing the lump in your throat. "okay."
she bites her lip. her eyes are shining. for a second, you think she might say something. apologize again, explain, and tell you what's going on. but then her expression shifts, and the moment is gone. she steps back, clearing her throat.
"i should go."
you nod. "yeah."
she turns and walks away.
you watch her go, your chest aching.
"i'll miss you."
the words slip out before you can stop them, falling into the space between you.
she freezes.
but still—
she doesn't look back.
she keeps walking.
until she's gone.
that night, you sit on your bed and stare at your phone. you could text her.
but what would you say? hey, sorry about earlier. i didn't mean to ruin things between us. i just had to know what it was like. but i won't bring it up again, i promise. everything will be normal when i get back.
you could try calling, but the idea of hearing her voice makes your stomach twist.
you could try emailing.
you could send her a letter.
you could do anything.
but you don't.
instead, you sit there, your thumb hovering over her contact info. you don't even know what you'd say. what could you possibly say that would fix this?
she has a boyfriend.
maybe it was always going to end this way.
adjusting to college is easier than you thought it would be.
maybe it's because the campus is lively, filled with people moving too fast to notice that you're still figuring things out. maybe it's because your classes keep you busy, giving you little time to dwell on the past. or maybe—maybe it's because of minjeong.
the scholarship brought you here, placing you among a team of insanely talented people. it's intimidating at first, walking into a room full of names you've only heard in passing, people who are already settled, already familiar with one another.
and then there's minjeong.
she’s quiet, reserved in a way that makes you curious. she doesn’t try to take up space like some of the others do—like yizuho, who talks with her hands and fills silences effortlessly. or aeri, whose jokes come quick and sharp, making everyone laugh. no, minjeong is different.
she listens more than she speaks. her laughter is soft, sometimes hidden behind her sleeve. but when she does talk, when she meets your gaze across the room, something settles inside you.
like maybe, for the first time in a long time, things are going to be okay.
and they are.
at first, it's hard. you miss home, miss your old job, and miss the familiarity of things. you feel out of place, like a stranger in a strange land. but then—
minjeong finds you.
at first, it's small things.
you're leaving class when you see her sitting on a bench outside, headphones in, scribbling furiously in a notebook. you stop, taking in the scene. she looks peaceful and focused, her brow furrowed as she writes. and without thinking, you step closer, leaning down to read over her shoulder.
"hey."
her voice startles you. she's looking up at you, her head tilted, a slight smile on her face. "do i know you?"
your face heats. "i'm sorry. i didn't mean to bother you."
she chuckles. "i'm kidding. what's up?"
"i just…" you trail off, your cheeks growing warmer. "i was just wondering what you were working on."
"oh." she glances down at her notebook, biting her lip. "just lyrics, nothing serious."
"can i hear them?"
her gaze flicks back to you. there's something in her eyes, a question, but she nods anyway.
and as you sit next to her on that bench, listening to her softly sing the words she's written, you feel it—a spark of something.
it grows.
mall conversations before practice, eating lunch at the same table when no one else is around. but then those casual conversations stretch longer. lunches turn into late-night talks in the dorm hallway, legs stretched out, backs against the cold wall, whispering so you don’t wake anyone up.
somewhere along the way, she becomes a constant.
you find yourself waiting for her after class just because. she leaves a seat open for you in the dining hall without asking. she steals bites of your food, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
it’s easy with her.
no games. no uncertainty. no aching question of, does she feel the same? lingering in the air like a weight on your chest.
you don’t even realize how much time you spend together until one of the others—yizuho—teases you about it.
"you two are like an old married couple," she says one day, nudging minjeong’s shoulder.
minjeong just rolls her eyes, but there’s a faint flush on her cheeks.
and you—well. you pretend not to think too hard about it.
one night, while eating together in your dorm room, the conversation drifts to relationships.
minjeong is lying on your bed, staring up at the ceiling while you sit cross-legged on the floor, picking at your food.
“what about you?” you ask, nudging her foot lightly.
she tilts her head to look at you. “what about me?”
“your love life.”
she hums, considering. “i have a boyfriend.”
something sharp twists in your stomach.
it shouldn’t.
but it does.
“oh,” you say, keeping your voice neutral. “that’s cool.”
she doesn’t elaborate, and you don’t ask any more questions.
but that weird feeling stays.
weeks pass, and things remain the same. or at least, they’re supposed to.
but you can’t stop thinking about it.
not in a jealous way—because that would be stupid, right? you don’t like her like that. you can’t like her like that. you don't do jealousy, especially not when she's not even yours to begin with. but there's something about her relationship with this guy, whoever he is, that bothers you.
maybe it's because she never talks about him.
maybe it's because this whole thing feels oddly similar to what happened with—
no.
it's not the same.
minjeong isn't like her.
you just can't figure out why you feel so uneasy about this.
one night, you bring it up again, casually, like it’s just another question. “so… how’s your boyfriend?”
minjeong hesitates.
and that’s the first sign that something’s off.
she exhales softly, pushing a hand through her hair. “if i tell you, can you not ask any more questions?”
you blink. “uh. sure?”
she sits up, meeting your gaze. “i don’t actually have a boyfriend.”
you frown. “what?”
“i just say that so people don’t try to date me.” she shrugs, as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. “it makes things easier.”
you don’t know what to say.
because on one hand, you’re relieved.
and on the other—
you don’t even know why you’re relieved.
you don't understand the feeling settling in your chest, the urge to reach out and take her hand. because what does it matter if she's single? it's not like you're interested. right?
one afternoon, the two of you are walking around campus when it starts to rain.
at first, you're both laughing, caught off guard by the sudden downpour. but then minjeong reaches out, her fingers curling around yours, and suddenly—you can't breathe.
she tugs on your hand, her smile bright. "come on. we can wait it out under those trees."
you nod, letting her pull you along.
the trees are large, their branches heavy with leaves, providing enough shelter from the rain. minjeong releases your hand, sitting down in the grass, and you follow suit.
there's a beat of silence.
"you're quiet," she says, nudging your knee with hers. "something wrong?"
you shake your head, trying to ignore the way your heart is racing. "no, i'm just… tired."
"oh." she studies you, her brow furrowed. "well, if there's anything—"
"i'm fine, min." you offer her a small smile, hoping it's enough. "thanks."
she hesitates, and for a moment, you think she's going to push. but then she sighs, leaning back on her hands. "if you say so."
and that's the thing.
she gets you.
she knows when to push and when to back off. she knows what you need without you having to ask. she knows how to make you smile, how to make you laugh, and how to make you forget about everything else.
forget about…jimin.
it’s been months since you last heard from jimin.
you weren’t expecting to, not really. the last time you saw her, things ended in a way that felt unfinished—like a story that cut off mid-sentence.
but then, out of nowhere, a message pops up on your phone.
can you visit during spring break? they still giive you those, right?
you stare at it for too long.
you shouldn’t go.
you should ignore it.
but you don’t.
instead, you agree, telling yourself it won't be weird.
it's just a visit.
how bad could it be?
jimin’s apartment is the same as you remember—warm, inviting, smelling faintly of vanilla and something you can’t place.
she looks the same, too.
and that’s the problem.
because she’s standing there, smiling at you like no time has passed, like she didn’t completely wreck you before you left.
“wow,” she says, closing the door behind you. “you look good.”
your chest tightens. “you too.”
dinner is weirdly intimate.
soft music plays in the background. the lights are dimmed just enough to feel cozy. the food is homemade, and she remembers all your favorites.
you talk about old memories, about late-night walks and dumb jokes, about the times when everything was simpler.
and then—
then she’s looking at you like that.
like she used to.
like she never stopped.
and suddenly, you’re too close.
her fingers brush yours, lingering. your breath catches.
the space between you shrinks, and before you can think, before you can remind yourself why this is a bad idea—
she kisses you.
and for a second, you let her.
for a second, you forget about everything else.
but then—
reality crashes back.
she still has a boyfriend.
you pull away.
“i can’t do this.” your voice is barely above a whisper, strained.
she blinks, like she just realized what happened. “i—”
you shake your head, stepping back. “i have to go.”
you don’t wait for her to respond.
you just leave.
that night, you lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, guilt gnawing at your chest.
not because of jimin.
but because of minjeong.
as spring break ends and you return to campus, you find yourself spending more time with minjeong.
she invites you to her favorite places. she shows you all her secret spots, her favorite coffee shop, and the best bookstore downtown.
it's nice.
easy.
fun.
the tension is gone.
and it stays gone.
until the day she kisses you.
it's not planned.
in fact, it's the last thing you expect.
the two of you are in your dorm, finishing up a project, and the mood is light. she's sitting next to you, close enough that her shoulder brushes yours as she reaches over to show you something on the laptop screen.
her breath fans across your neck, and without thinking, you turn to look at her.
and that's when it happens.
she freezes, her eyes widening.
a beat of silence.
you hold her gaze, daring her to make a move.
she does.
it's a soft kiss, hesitant. her lips barely graze yours, and for a moment, you think that's it.
but then she's kissing you again, and this time it's different.
this time it's deeper.
and before you can stop yourself, you're kissing her back.
her fingers slide into your hair, tugging lightly, and you lose track of everything else.
you and minjeong spend more time together.
of course, the two of you were always close, but now there's a new element. a new layer to the dynamic that wasn't there before.
you still hang out with the rest of the group, still laugh and talk and joke around, but when it's just the two of you…
there's something else.
something different.
something electric.
you fall into a routine.
you wake up, get ready for class, and meet her in the dining hall for breakfast. you text throughout the day, sharing stupid memes or random thoughts. sometimes, you sit next to her in class, stealing glances and hiding smiles. after, you grab lunch and walk around campus, talking about anything and everything. then, after dinner, you go to your dorm and watch a movie or play video games until you can't keep your eyes open anymore.
and at night, when it's dark, and the world is quiet, and it feels like nothing else matters—
you kiss her.
sometimes it's soft, just a gentle press of lips.
other times, it's heated, fueled by want and need and something deeper.
you never talk about it.
you don't have to.
it just works.
but then, one night, after a late-night make-out session, you're lying there, breathing heavily, and your phone rings—
jimin.
you hesitate.
should you answer?
no, of course not.
but part of you wants to. part of you misses her, even after everything. and the rational part of you knows that if you don't answer, it'll just be harder later. so, with a sigh, you sit up, accepting the call.
"hey."
"hi." her voice is soft, tentative. "how are you?"
"fine. busy." you shift, running a hand through your hair. "what's up?"
she's silent for a moment.
and then, carefully—
"i know it's been a while since we last spoke."
you swallow, the memory of her lips on yours, her hands in your hair, her skin pressed against yours—it comes rushing back. "yeah."
"and i just wanted to say i'm sorry."
you exhale. "for what?"
"for being an asshole."
a soft chuckle escapes your lips.
"and i'm sorry for kissing you," she continues. "i know it was selfish."
you pause.
it's not what you were expecting.
"it's okay," you finally say.
"really?"
"yeah. it's…it's fine. it's in the past."
there's a long pause.
"are we okay?" she asks.
your throat tightens.
is it too soon?
maybe.
but maybe not.
"yeah," you say. "we're okay."
"promise?"
you nod, even though she can't see it. "promise."
and that's the thing about promises.
you can't break them.
especially when you're the one who made them.
"so…before you left. i actually wanted to tell you something."
you adjust the phone closer to your ear, curiosity getting the better of you. "yeah?"
"i'm coming to your university."
what?
"what?"
"i put in my application a while ago, and i just got in."
you don't know how to feel. on one hand, this is what you would've wanted. wanted. but now…
you don't know what it means.
for you.
for minjeong.
for the two of you.
your heart stops. "i—wow. that's great."
"i know it's sudden, but i didn't want to tell you until i knew for sure." she pauses, taking a breath. "i missed you, you know?"
you don't know how to respond.
"anyway, i should go." there's a smile in her voice. "but i'll see you soon."
"right."
the call ends.
you stare at the phone.
what just happened?
minjeong finds you in the dining hall.
you're sitting at your usual table, picking at your food, your mind still racing.
she slides into the seat next to you, nudging your shoulder with hers. "hey. you okay?"
"fine."
"you sure? you seem a little…off."
"it's nothing."
"mm-hmm." she takes a bite of her food, watching you carefully. "if you say so."
you try to shake it off.
you try to forget about it.
but the whole time, you're wondering.
when will she get here?
will it be awkward?
will she act like nothing happened?
will she expect things to go back to how they were before?
will she expect you to wait for her?
minjeong distracts you.
she knows something's up, but she doesn't ask. instead, she shows up with snacks, forces you to play video games with her, and distracts you with kisses. and it works.
and then—just when things feel solid again, just when you think this might actually be something—
jimin shows up.
you don’t see her at first.
you’re too caught up in minjeong.
it’s late, and you’re outside, sitting on the campus benches, laughing about something dumb. the kind of laugh that makes your stomach hurt, the kind of laugh that you only do around people you really like. and you are—you like minjeong. a lot.
minjeong wipes at her eyes, still smiling. “i can’t believe you actually—”
she stops.
her expression shifts.
you turn.
and there, standing a few feet away—
jimin.
your heart stops.
minjeong stiffens next to you, her smile fading.
the air between you is thick with tension.
no one says anything.
you don't know how long you sit there, staring at her, your mind racing. you don't know what to say. how to explain. how to fix this.
you feel like the world has turned upside down, like the ground is shifting under your feet. you look at her, and all you can think about is that night. her hands in your hair. her lips on yours. the way she felt, pressed against you, soft and warm and—
minjeong breaks the silence.
and that's when you notice.
jimin's and minjeong’s eyes are locked. they're not worried about you. they don't care that you're there or that you're watching. they don't even acknowledge you. they just stare at each other.
you frown. "do you two know each other?"
neither of them answers.
you glance between them, your stomach twisting. "what's going on?"
minjeong shakes her head, tearing her gaze away.
"y/n…this is my…"
the words die on her lips.
your heart stops. "your what?"
"my girlfriend."
for a moment, you swear time stops.
you look at her, waiting for the punchline, for some sort of sign that this is a joke. but she doesn't smile, doesn't laugh, doesn't even blink.
WE CAN'T BE FRIENDS (WAIT FOR YOUR LOVE) — YU JIMIN.
"just wanna let this story die, and i'll be alright."
synopsis. what was once love now feels like a wreck, and nothing will ever be the same between them.
pairing. mean!sorority!karina x loser!gp!reader
warning(s). angst, cheating (not really bc they're not dating), mentions of drinking, karina is mean :(, just sad no happy ending
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family emergencies don't wait for anyone.
you barely have time to throw things into a suitcase before you're running out the door, heart pounding with worry and adrenaline. the flight feels like it drags on forever, leaving you with too much time to imagine the worst possible outcomes.
every missed call and text from karina stings, but you can't bring yourself to respond. you're already juggling too much.
karina doesn't hear from you for three days.
she finds out you're gone when she shows up at your dorm unannounced, expecting you to be there like always—because you're always there. like the obedient little puppy she trained you to be. but the room is empty, the bed half-made, and your phone is going straight to voicemail every time she calls.
at first, she thinks you're just ignoring her. a part of her almost admires the audacity. but then she checks your drawers and sees the clothes missing, the toothbrush gone, the little signs that you didn't just leave for the night—you left. and you didn't tell her.
it hits her like a punch to the gut, knocking the breath right out of her.
then rage coils in her stomach like a snake, tightening with every unanswered text.
where the fuck are you?
don't make me find you.
you think you can just disappear on me?
by the time the third day rolls around, she's furious. humiliated.
people keep asking where you are, and she doesn't have an answer. you made her look stupid. weak. you left without a word and expected her to just sit and wait? to not do anything?
like hell. fuck you.
so she goes out. parties harder than she has in months. lets her sorority sisters pour her drink after drink until the room spins and everything feels numb, because you made her feel something, and she doesn't want to anymore. she doesn't want to feel anything ever again.
then there's a girl.
not you, but someone close enough in the dark. someone who doesn't hesitate to put her hands where they don't belong, someone who doesn't make her wait, doesn't make her question if she's wanted. karina lets it happen. lets the girl kiss her, lets hands wander, lets herself pretend—just for a second—that you don't exist. that this is all there is. that she's still in control.
when you come back two weeks later, she's ice-cold.
at first, you think she's mad that you left without telling her properly, that she's just giving you a hard time. but when she won't even look at you, when she brushes past you in the hallway like you're nothing, the dread settles in your stomach like a stone.
then the videos start spreading around campus. one of her with a girl. her hands on the other girl's skin. her tongue in the other girl's mouth. the two of them drunk, laughing, kissing.
you can't stop watching them.
the videos aren't anything explicit, but they're damning.
you can't believe she would do this to you, after everything you've done for her, everything you've given her.
it hurts.
you want to scream at her. you want to ask her why—why she did it, why she pushed you away, why she made you feel like you were nothing. you want to know if she felt anything, if she even cared about you at all. but you don't. instead, you let the anger simmer beneath your skin, burning through your veins like wildfire.
you're done. you're so fucking done.
the next time you're face to face is completely coincidental. she's on her way back to her room from a party, drunk off her ass and barely able to walk in a straight line. you went to her sorority house to get some things of yours from her room, as winter promised you karina wouldn't be there.
but of course, she is.
karina doesn't notice you at first, too busy trying to steady herself against the wall. her makeup is smudged, her hair a mess, and her steps uncoordinated as she tries to focus on getting back to her room. but then she stumbles, catching her balance just in time to look up—and when her eyes meet yours, everything in the air freezes.
for a moment, neither of you move. you can smell the alcohol on her breath and see the haze of drunkenness in her eyes. she looks like shit. then, as if snapping out of a trance, you take a step forward—only for her to flinch back, her body pressing against the wall.
her reaction stops you dead in your tracks.
"stay away from me."
you stop in your tracks, throat tightening. "i just want my stuff. that's it. then i'm gone."
her eyes are glassy. she looks like she might cry. "i don't have them."
your hands clenched into fists. "yes, you do. my jacket and a book. you have them."
she shakes her head. "i threw them out."
"why would you do that?"
she exhales shakily, eyes darting away. "because you left." her voice is barely a whisper, her words slurred and uneven. "because you didn't even tell me. you just disappeared."
you scoff, shaking your head. "are you serious? i had an emergency, karina. my family needed me."
her jaw tightens, something unreadable flashing through her expression. "and i didn't?"
you blink. "that's not fair."
karina lets out a hollow laugh, bitter and sharp. "neither is finding out you were gone by walking into your empty fucking room."
you don't know what to say to that. because she's right. you should've told her. you should've sent something, anything. but you didn't, and now you're stuck, the two of you, standing in the middle of the hallway with no idea where to go from here. but that doesn't change what she did.
your voice is quieter when you finally speak. "you didn't have to—" you gesture vaguely, unable to say it. "—do what you did."
her gaze drops, shoulders tensing. her voice is low. "i don't know what you're talking about."
you let out a frustrated sigh, stepping closer. "you know exactly what i'm talking about. those fucking videos. everyone saw them."
she doesn't move, her breath hitching in her throat. "i didn't do anything."
your hands curl into fists, anger rising in your chest. "don't lie to me, karina. i know it was you. why would you do that? were you that desperate to...i don't know? try and get back at me?"
karina's eyes are glassy, but whatever vulnerability was there a moment ago hardens into steel. she straightens up against the wall, brushing at her smudged makeup. when she finally speaks, her voice is cold.
"you really think you were more than just my little pup?"
the words hit like a punch to the gut, taking your breath away. karina stares you down, chin tilted up defiantly, daring you to argue, to fight back. but you can't. because no matter how angry, how betrayed, how humiliated you are, you still care about her.
"you were convenient, that's all. always there when i needed you. following me around like a pathetic stray, waiting for scraps of affection. and you lapped it up, didn't you?"
"karina, stop," you whisper.
she doesn't stop. she steps closer, her words venomous. "i needed someone to depend on, and you were just there. do you think i would've chosen you otherwise?"
your throat tightens. every syllable feels like another dagger to the chest.
"when you left, i realized how easy it was to replace you. how easy it would be for me to find someone else. and i did." she smiles, sharp and cruel. "do you want to know her name? or do you prefer not knowing?"
tears well up in your eyes despite everything, hot and burning. you blink rapidly, but you can't stop them from falling.
"i gave you everything," you say, your voice barely holding steady. "i was there for you every second you needed me."
"and that's all you were good for," she snaps. "you should've known your place. a good little pup doesn't run off without permission."
then, she pushes past you, her shoulder bumping yours as she stumbles toward her room. "go home, y/n," she mutters, voice breaking just slightly. "there's nothing left for you here."
and just like that, she's gone.
you're left standing alone in the hallway, heart aching, tears streaming down your cheeks.
i have some smut ideas.. all g!p reader btw. have fun reading😭😭
1. umm reader opening up to therapist!rina abt some of her fantasy and rina secretly got turned on listening to what reader said (reader quite packing yk) and then suddenly in one of their session, things got heated and freaky🤗🤗🤗
2. wedding planner!reader and bridetobe!rina. rina finding a wedding planner for her wedding and then found reader and she somehow got hooked to reader (are we even shock) and things got slightly messy without other people knowing. yada yada ofc the subtle flirting yet confusing emotions and impulsive actions tht leads to something else. and then umm let’s say a day before rina’s actual wedding, they crossed the line they shouldnt crossed😘😘
3. futuresisterinlaw!reader having a crush on rina since the first moment her sibling introduce rina to the fam. it started harmless. casual outings between u and rina, jokingly flirts w eo and staying up late to help rina planned her wedding. and then one night boom shakalaka, rina kissed reader in the kitchen while reader’s family members are asleep. said it was a mistake but it keeps happening anyway🤷🏻♀️
4. exwife!reader and rina met up again at a family event hosted by the yoo’s family since reader is close with the yoo’s (really close with rina’s mother also) despite being divorced, rina still have some feelings for her ex wife. reader showed up lookin fine as hell in her suit or just a plain white buttoned up and rina getting aroused just by the sight of reader doing nothing and then they got freaky somewhere around the event venue or the went back to the hotel idk u can adjust anything up to ur own preferences.
5. fifthmember!reader and rina doing live together and rina is in a playful mode being all touchy and teasing reader. and then like rina’s hand wandering under the table (palming reader maybeeee idk) while the live is on and yada yada reader accidentally let out a whimper during the live session and when the live is off, freaky stuff happen ! yeay ! (no one’s at the dorm btw)
