“They say to keep an eye on this one,” Symone remarked as the cabaret performer took the stage.
Mik chuckled, gaze fixed on the stage, “don’t need to tell me twice, gorge,” he assured, taking a sip from his wine glass.
And sure enough, the performance was captivating, it had him entranced from start to finish, to the point where he nearly missed her saying her name – Olivia – before exiting the stage, “that’s the most gorgeous angel I’ve ever seen.”
“Keep it in your pants, though,” Symone teased.
Mik rolled his eyes, “I didn’t even bring it with me, leave me alone,” he huffed. But that didn’t deter him from seeking out the manager and asking for the opportunity to meet her – and with the reputation attached to his name, it was easily fulfilled.
“Oh, hello,” Olivia greeted cheerily when the manager introduced her new company, then furrowed her brows, “you look familiar.”
“Right, uh, here,” all of the smooth charm Mik had went right out the window as he haphazardly fumbled for a business card to hand to her while saying, “you were incredible out there, I don’t see a lot of acts include singing and burlesque.”
She smiled, tucking a curl behind her ear while she tried not to appear awestruck or flustered when she recognized the famous last name on the business card, “it’s an honor to hear that from you.”
Mik swore he could get lost in her smile, and it took damn near everything to keep himself appearing unaffected, “I’d love to take you for lunch sometime, pick that talented brain of yours,” he said, then focused his energy on not embarrassing himself with enthusiasm when she said yes.
Ship: Hyerim or Cholivia (someone please tell me the correct ship name)
Word Count: 822
Prompt/Inspiration: I was already kinda unmotivated to do this challenge. I was late to Day 3 and I didn’t have an idea for Day 5. Someone on twitter told me to write Hyerim so fluff... so that’s what I did lol
Tags: Fluff, lowkey crack
“Hyejoo, come on! You said you’d go on a run with me!”
“I went on a run with you last week.”
“Yeah! Last week! You said we should do more things together and you said you wanted to be more active.”
Hyejoo doesn’t reply. At first, she’s thinking of an excuse, but when she notices how much time has gone by, she thinks Yerim left her again.
The wolf turns in her bed to check if Yerim really left.
“Aha! I knew you were awake! Come on! I plan on leaving in 15 minutes! It’ll be a short run! We can get yogurt after!”
As enticing as yogurt with Yerim sounds, the idea of wheezing in the cold after 1 minute of running turned her away.
“I don’t feel like it,” she whined. “Why can’t we just stay in bed and play some PUBG?”
The purple-haired girl gently tugs at Hyejoo’s arm. “We do that all the time. Come on! We’ve been running together for the past three weekends! We’ve been doing so well!”
“Can I take a break this week? I’m actually too tired to go right now.”
Yerim’s grip goes limp. She sighs. “Fine. I’ll just go alone again.”
Hyejoo feels bad for turning down Yerim again, but she can’t help but think about the pain she would go through.
Her roommate wakes her from her thoughts. “You know, it’s not really fair for Yerim that you won’t run with her. You guys are going to run for like, what, 20 minutes? She’s going to buy yogurt and play video games with you after. I feel like you have a better side of the bargain.”
“Shut up, Chaewon. You know I hate running. It’s hard to get into a habit like Yerim did.”
“Okay. But she’s literally asking you to go on a run because you told everyone you wanted to be more active. She’s helping you. Can you be a little more considerate?”
Hyejoo aggressively sits up from her bed. “Fine. You’ve officially guilted me.”
“You can thank me later when you’re not gasping for air from performing 1 song.”
Chaewon took a pillow to the face.
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“Ah. Yerim. Are you going out for a run?” The leader calls out to her while cleaning the common area.
“Yeah. The weather is nice!”
“Don’t you usually go out with Hyejoo?”
Yerim’s face dims a little. “She said she wasn’t up to it today.”
Yeojin interjects. “I’ll go running with you!”
Jungeun grabs the youngest member. “You said you were going to help us clean to make up from breaking our pot, again.”
“Yeah! But unnie shouldn’t go alone!” Yeojin tries to persuade the Odd Eye Circle Leader.
“Yerim will be fine. She usually runs alone.” Haseul says without knowing it hurt Yerim’s feelings.
“I’ll be heading out soon.” Yerim waves to her members. She goes to the fridge to grab some water and prepare a post-run snack.
“I think it’s cute that Yerim tries to get Hyejoo to run,” Jungeun says from the common room.
“What makes you say that,” Haseul inquires?
“It’s just that Hyejoo was the one waking up Yerim because they were going to be late to school. Now Yerim’s the one waking them up to go run.”
Once again, Yeojin interjects. “Okay, but I was walking home with Vivi-unnie while they were out on a run and Hyejoo-unnie lost her breathe after running 50 meters! We were literally up the street! She already started walking!”
“Yah!”
The four of them turn to the yyxy dorm room to see the last member stumble out of the room. She had pink joggers and a loose T-shirt. Hyejoo was in the process of tying her hair and had some mismatched colored socks in her mouth.
“Geez, unnie. You’re going out for a run.”
Hyejoo glares at the maknae. “What are you trying to say?”
All four of their grazes drop to the pink pants.
Hyejoo just rolls there eyes. Once she puts on her socks, she grabs Yerim’s wrist. “Let’s go.” As they put on their shoes, Hyejoo looks directly at Yeojin. “If we’re going to make any sort of headlines, it’s too prove that I can indeed run farther than 50 meters!”
Yerim just giggles and takes them outside to stretch. The three other members just bid her goodbye.
When the door closes and they begin stretching, Yerim scoffs at Hyejoo. “You know. You don’t have to lie about running more than 50 meters.”
She never thought she’d see Hyejoo chase after her.
Don’t worry. It only took her... 56 meters until she gave out.
“Come on, Hyejoo! You were so close! One more block would’ve made it 60 meters!”
Hyejoo screams in frustration. “It’s not fair this is uphill and steep!”
Her anger swift disappears with the other girl’s giggles. Yerim grabs her hand. “Don’t worry. It’ll be downhill when we go get yogurt.” She starts them at a slow jogging pace instead of a sprinting chase.
hyejoo often comes over at night to odd eye circle’s room when she can’t sleep well
(she hopes jungeun and jinsoul are sleeping already bc they’re always cooing at her and it’s kinda embarrassing)
yerim however just welcomes her with open arms to cuddle with her (hyejoo falls asleep much better in a warm embrace)
but they do not get to avoid the cooing happening in the morning when lipsoul wake up and spot them on the bed
hyejoo always gifts yerim stickers or washy tape for decorating her diary
and in return yerim often researches about the games hyejoo is playing and gives her tips or just cheers her on
she gives her a kiss for every win uwu
yerim loves teaching hyejoo easy pieces and songs on the piano
(hyejoo learned to play “happy birthday” on her own just to play it to her on her birthday)
(she was showered with kisses)
always hanging out together at school since hyejoo debuted
(it was more than just difficult to act like they didn’t know their own girlfriend before, it almost drove them crazy, even though they were in different classes)
they almost revealed it when they once smiled at each other in the hallway and hyejoo’s friends went all like “how do you know her??” “isn’t she the idol that debuted last year??”
and hyejoo had to come up with the story that she once helped her pick up some stuff of hers when it fell down at the staircase
but now that everything’s revealed they’re more than just happy to be able to spend time at school together
even when nobody except their members know about their romantic relationship
cis girl liv getting railed by mik for a prompt? i know you Just posted a gottlux prompt but i love them now
ok but why was this so hot to picture 🥵
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Mik pinned Olivia to the door the moment they were back home. “You think you’re cute, don’t you?” he murmured, eyes dark with lust.
Despite her heart beating faster, Olivia did her best to maintain an innocent expression. “What do you mean?”
“Oh, so you didn’t go out like this,” he let go of her to yank her dress up, exposing her lack of panties underneath, “on purpose?”
Olivia blushed and pressed her thighs together. “No, I did,” she conceded without much of a fight.
Mik smirked broadly and yanked Olivia over to the kitchen counter and bent her over it. “My dirty slut, risking everyone seeing your pretty little pussy just to tease Daddy,” he cooed. “Stay put, gonna get just the right cock for you.”
He disappeared into the bedroom, returning moments later with the largest dick he had fastened to him. He got behind Olivia, hiking her dress back up and teasing her open with his fingers before guiding his length into her.
Olivia moaned out wantonly, bracing herself against the counter and arching towards him to urge him on.
“Oh, Daddy’s whore wants it hard, huh?” he taunted as he thrusted harder and faster. “Walked around outside this wet for me, hoping to get railed once we got home?”
“Uh huh,” she panted. “Please, need your cock so bad, love how it feels in me.”
Mik bit his lip, watching as Olivia’s ass bounced against him as he thrust, moving a hand forward to rub her clit in tandem, not relenting until she was coming hard and breathing raggedly. “There we go, good girl.”
Once she caught her breath, Olivia looked at Mik over her shoulder. “Might not ever leave the house with panties on again.”
(Gottlux prompt anon) Could you do a part two to my prior prompt please? I like seeing Mik being awkward af around Olivia and the bad bitch energy getting to him.
[part 1]
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Mik was not someone that got nervous, especially not before a date… or business meeting, meeting of the minds… he wasn’t sure what to call it, really. He was just excited to see Olivia again, though he almost didn’t recognize her fully dressed and with lighter makeup, but quickly waved her over once he did.
“Nice to see you again,” Olivia smiled, sitting down once Mik pulled her chair out, “such a gentleman,” she cooed.
“I have my moments,” he replied with a slight laugh, her naturally warm and charming demeanor putting him right at ease. “I have to tell you, I really was impressed by what I saw the other night, you’re talented, you have what it takes for much bigger venues.”
She nodded as she listened, fidgeting with the hem of her dress, “you really think so?”
“Of course,” he nodded brightly, “that’s why I was kind of hoping you’d consider taking me on as your manager.”
“You don’t think it’d be a conflict of interest?” she asked, then upon receiving a confused expression, elaborated, “I can tell when someone’s attracted to me, it’s kinda comes with the territory and, y’know, I’m not not interested.”
Mik’s cheeks flushed red and he stammered a bit as he searched for his words, “I-I mean yes, I am, but I don’t think that has to get in the way of things.”
Olivia’s expression tugged into a smirk, “let’s get through lunch, then, I’d like to get to know my new manager,” she winked.
Run away with me
Let me be your ride out of town
Let me be the place that you hide
We can make our lives on the go
Run away with me
Olivia furrowed her brows and looked at her boyfriend with concern. “Are you okay? You look kinda sweaty and out of breath.”
“That’s because I am,” Mik admitted with a strained laugh. He had mulled over this idea for so long. On one hand, they could stay here, they were graduating high school with only plans of commuting to a nearby college. And that was fine, it was. But it meant that they would have to continue hiding their relationship from Olivia’s disapproving parents.
But Olivia was unaware of all the thoughts running through his mind, only seeing a person whose nerves were getting the better of them. “Talk to me. What’s on your mind?”
There was a beat of tension-filled silence before Mik answered. “Run away with me.”
“Wh-What?”
“Run away with me,” he repeated, this time with confidence. “Let’s start a new life, somewhere where we can be ourselves and not have to hide. We can go to college somewhere else, or better yet, we can take a gap year like they do in the UK. Think of what we can do with a year to ourselves.”
Olivia blinked in surprise. While she couldn’t deny the fact that Mik wanted to take that sort of leap of faith with her, she thought she was going to get whiplash from it. They had been together for a year, but even still, she needed to process it. “I… Wow, this is just so sudden.”
“Liv, I know it’s fast,” he confirmed, taking her hands and guiding her to look in his eyes. “But I’m in love with you, and maybe love makes you crazy, but I don’t care, y’know?”
She smiled softly and nodded. “I do know. But are you sure you wanna just… drop everything so we can spend a year sowing our oats? That’s a big commitment.”
Mik squeezed her hands gently. “I know, and I’m not like, asking you to marry me or whatever. I just think we could be so much happier once we get the hell out of here. There are so many things left to see and do. I wanna do them with you.”
Olivia was quiet for just a moment before she pressed a kiss to Mik’s lips. “Okay. I’m in.”
Mildly inspired by that Luxica anon from last night, how about Utica and Olivia baking a cake(or pie,whichever) together? (hopefully that wasn`t vague)
“I’ve never been so excited to bake,” Olivia chirped, “and that’s saying something.” She fluttered around the kitchen, gathering ingredients and lining them up on the counter.
Utica tilted her head curiously. “What’s so special about now? It’s just my parents’ kitchen.” Though she really couldn’t complain, anything that made Olivia smile like that was a win in her book.
“We’re on a farm, these are the freshest ingredients we’ll ever get! Like, we harvested all of this ourselves, even the farmer’s market has that degree of separation,” she explained, not missing a beat in her enthusiasm, getting right to work mixing the ingredients.
She giggled softly, doing her best to keep up with how quickly her girlfriend worked. “Haven’t you ever been to a farm before?”
“Sure, but I never got to bake in a farmhouse kitchen. I’m living my cottagecore fantasy right now, baby.”
“Then by all means, go ahead,” Utica hummed, finally deciding to back off and let Olivia bake, sticking to cleaning duty instead - it was probably safer for both of them, anyway. Besides, she would never tire of watching her in her element, no matter which one it was.
