[flufftober day 29, wc: 595] - irl twilight : p. sohyun & z. xinyu
VAMPIRES AND WEREWOLVES, ah yes, the cliché that every stereotypical fantasy horror-romance story has… except, you don’t know why your company took you, sohyun, and xinyu to fulfill those roles—sohyun being the werewolf, xinyu being the vampire, and you, the beautiful female lead which has attracted both of the supernatural beings.
it’s supposed to be a photoshoot, something for a special halloween event that you three got voted for in a gravity for some reason, but these two are seriously getting on your nerves.
“take five!” the director calls, the two girls beside you still not breaking their fiery gazes.
your shoulders slump, and you sigh, “you know you guys don’t have to actually fight over me, right?”
“we’re merely playing into our roles,” xinyu chirps, wrapping a protective arm around your waist, “right, sohyun?”
the short-haired girl (aka werewolf) hesitates for a moment, glancing at xinyu’s hand, “...yeah.”
“i know sohyun’s representative animal is a wolf, but i feel like you two should switch roles. the personalities are kind of off,” you remark, peeling the possessive arm away from your body and making your way to the refreshment tables. the two girls trail behind you, acting as if they were your shadows.
you can hear them fighting with each other behind you as you take a sip of ice-cold water, soothing the heated nerves in your throat. but it’s too much of a bother and too much effort to break them up, because the second you turn away they’ll just start again—like just now.
when you turn around, they face away from each other like they did nothing wrong. “i can literally feel you pinching each other from here, what are you even fighting over?”
the ‘vampire’ smirks, and the ‘werewolf’ grimaces. “you.”
you can only shake your head and head back to the set, nodding at the director.
“okay, y/n i want you to sit in that chair, and then sohyun and xinyu behind you.”
the three of you follow the instructions, and of course the girls’ hands land on your shoulders. the grip intensifies after they share a pointed look.
the director hums, before calling out again, “actually, i want sohyun resting her head on y/n’s lap, is that fine?”
you turn your head to see what’s going to happen, and xinyu side-eyes sohyun, who quirks the corner of her lip up like an unspoken, ‘ha. i win,’ before smiling fully at you.
her head falls neatly onto your lap, her lower body resting on the floor in an elegant manner, and xinyu’s hand moves to have her nail gently brush against your neck. her doe eyes are trained on you, whereas you’re staring dreamily at the camera, and sohyun’s sharp gaze is also directed at you.
“perfect, perfect! this is more than enough, combined with the pictures from earlier, thank you girls!”
well, the photoshoot is over. but neither xinyu nor sohyun are making a move to detach themselves from you. instead, the ‘vampire’ leans down, breath fanning your ear and sending shivers down your spine, and whispers a message into your ear, sohyun not hearing the words she delivered to you.
not that it really matters, because the ‘werewolf’ stands up abruptly and takes your hand to lead you out of the building while pulling the stupid wolf ears off of her head.
“hey!” xinyu shouts after you two, “heyy!”
“ignore her,” sohyun whispers, whisking you away to the car before the other girl can even think about catching up, “i’m the one you’ll choose, right?”
She was whispering now. Not in an attempt to be quiet, now that the danger had passed, but because something seemed to be lodged in her throat to block her voice. Her heart, perhaps, as it seemed to be beating hard enough that she felt it through her entire body.
(Hiding from angry Gunners, Ruby has a whole lot of ideas all click into place at the same time, revealing a picture she hadn't realized she was painting.)
The fire leaps up into the summer night, which has only just now come to velvet-dark, a high tower of glittering orange, throwing sparks and spits from it's peak, as if it too wants to join the twinkle of lights whic have sprung up all over the city.
it's almost too bright, compared to the darkness she's been accustomed to, had to be, over these last years. But she can't pull her eyes from it, even as the breeze shifts and tips smoke in her face, the dance and skip of the flames.
A fire, a Bonfire fuelled with nothing worse than wood on the hights of the south coast. Even a year ago, this would have meant the worst, as it would have done for centuries before - Invasion.
Now, now now it was a beacon and a hope, a marker as clear as anythign else. No more Blackout, no more invasion-risk. No more War, in Europe at least. She turns her eyes away out to sea, blinking to acustm them to darkness again. Somewhere out there, is France.
Are they celebrating too, now it is truely over, and Hitler is gone. Is, perhaps, this bonfire tall enough that they will see it over there, and know that the celebration is shared by the other side of the channel.
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A/N this could be Sam, or Anne Roberts, or another young woman in Hastings that night.
WHEN HYEIN OFFERED TO PLAN the group’s outing, you didn’t think much of it. but now as you stand in a totally creepy forest in the dead of night, you think you really should’ve objected to it. because you’re in the middle of nowhere and if you die, no one will hear your screams.
…that might be too dark for a girl group member.
“i’m gonna piss myself,” hanni whispers to you, literally shaking in her boots after she tripped over a rock.
you grimace, “that was awfully crude, han.”
the shorter girl sticks her tongue out at you and ends up tripping again. she grabs onto you on instinct, weighing you down and almost making you trip too. “why did we let hyein plan this- hyein!” she calls the youngest member, who stops to glance behind herself and look down at hanni, “does our manager know we’re here?”
“lol, no,” hyein giggles, “just kidding, obviously… how do you think we’re out here so late?”
“because you pull off the weirdest things sometimes?” minji retorts, wrapping an arm around hyein.
haerin shoves her hands in her hoodie pockets. “are we just going to ignore how she said ‘lol’ out loud?”
yeah, that was weird. who says texting acronyms out loud? you clear your throat, “what are we doing out here, anyway?”
everyone stops in this lit up central area, with a singular folding table holding several items on it. hyein dramatically clears her throat and stretches her arms out, resembling that of a talk show host. “welcome to my scavenger hunt! except it’s not really mine, because i wanted to join too so i got the managers to set it up.”
“a scavenger hunt,” danielle repeats. she sounds intrigued yet tired at the same time—it makes sense, since she rarely stays up because of her busy schedules as of lately, and there’s not many reasons for her to… much less going outside to do a scavenger hunt. you’re sure she’d be her usual sunshine self if this was a few hours earlier. perchance.
“yes, dani-unnie!” hyein grabs the aussie’s shoulders with flair, “a scavenger hunt!”
according to the youngest, there’s a list of items you’re going to be given, and to find with two other people. apparently there’s boundaries set at the edges of the forest, but it’s so far that you’re 99% sure someone’s going to get lost. the prize has been kept unknown, as it is a “surprise” that hyein insists has to be kept as one, and well, you don’t want to spoil her fun.
hanni appears beside you, again, and links her arm with yours. she also drags haerin in, because haerin has “better survival instincts” than the both of you, which is sometimes arguable, but otherwise fair. that leaves minji, danielle, and hyein for the other group. two of your managers appear with a timer and set it to thirty minutes, taking a seat on some foldable chairs next to the table. ‘wow. they look exhausted.’
“ready, three two—” hyein doesn’t get to finish her count before minji grabs both her and danielle by the arm and makes a run for it. what happened to playing fair and square?
so your team goes off into the woods as well, trying to check off things from the scavenger hunt list like “pre-surgery jack-o-lanterns” which are just pumpkins, “flashlight life support” which are just double-a batteries, and many more. you’re not sure how hyein came up with these prompts (or at least, some ridiculous descriptions of everyday items) but they’re at least entertaining enough for you not to fall asleep while standing. some were weird enough that even haerin had to pause to think about the meaning.
speaking of hyein, you just saw her run by. actually, the girl next to you looks like hyein. huh. huh? “hyein? what are you doing here?”
a sweat drop slides down her forehead. “i’m uh, supervising. yeah, that!”
you, hanni, and haerin blankly stare at the girl, who averts her eyes. there’s really nothing to see around her, because everything is pitch-black save for the areas covered by the brightness of haerin’s flashlight. “okay, fine… i got lost. i wanted to scare you guys but when i turned back,” she widens her eyes, waving her hands about like a madman, “minji-unnie and dani-unnie were gone!”
“that seems plausible enough,” hanni says in a detective-esque voice, “but you’re on our team now.”
you raise an eyebrow, “are you sure? what if she changes back at the last second?”
“i can’t find them, so…” hyein sheepishly scratches her neck. haerin raises her flashlight to cover more of the younger’s face, and she scrunches up her face. “that hurts, unnie!”
“sorry.”
your team, with the newest addition of hyein, find the rest of the items needed (it was particularly hard to find “haerin’s distant cousin”, a black cat plush hidden on a tree branch) and rush back to the table in the heart of the forest with the help of some staff holding cameras.
it takes minji and danielle a little under two minutes to make their way back, and they’ve amassed quite a bit of the items on the scavenger hunt list, unsurprisingly. danielle seems to be in better spirits as she lugs a bag of things by her side, probably because minji’s competitive spirit is so contagious.
the staff count up all the items your team collected and how many minji and danielle got, and there’s a dramatic drumroll sound effect played before they reveal the winners. hanni’s anticipative energy is so strong that you feel as if she’s about to start bouncing off the walls—she’s probably that excited to rub her victory in minji’s face. you squeeze haerin’s hand and share a nod with hyein, already expecting to win. there’s no way those two got more than you guys, right?
“the final count is han-hae-yn: 14, dani-hye-min: 15!”
[flufftober day 14, wc: 671] - gaming session : m. sakura
“ALRIGHT CHAT,” sakura cracks her knuckles as she stretches her arms out in front of her, “guess what we’re doing today.”
“stardew?” she leans in to read a comment and shakes her head, “no, not today.”
seeing that none of her chat are even remotely close to guessing, sakura sighs in defeat, pulling you into the frame of her webcam, showing your bright face as you wave to the stream. “i know you guys have been asking for another y/n appearance so we’ve been working on this for a while,” she smiles, “for those of you who don’t know, this is my girlfriend y/n.”
“hi guys!”
sakufan39: MY PARENTS WidePeepoHappy
d_rklink: welcome back power couple
abisteny: are u continuing stray w y/n?
sakura’s steam window is open, showing her library and possibly spoiling the selected game for today. you also read comments and laugh at some of them. your laughter is contagious, spreading to your girlfriend and getting a small chuckle out of her before she clears her throat. “do you want to do the honors, y/n?”
“sure,” you adjust sakura’s pink cat headphones on your head, “we’re playing little nightmares! …two.”
httpsjenjen: WE CHEERED
“hi yunjin,” sakura greets her streamer friend dryly, “don’t you have anything better to do?”
httpsjenjen: better than watching our favorite couple stream? lol no
your girlfriend groans, and you giggle. for some reason, yunjin never fails to show up at least once in the chat whenever sakura streams. she’s also the one who started the trend of calling the two of you their “parents”.
little nightmares (two!) is pulled up on the stream window, the green play button leering at you. you shiver; you can only imagine the horrors behind it.
“what’s with this painting?” you furrow your eyebrow, “it has laser-eyes.”
sakura moves her hand from her keyboard briefly to pat your back, “that’s light, y/n… but i think we have to do something with it so we can progress.”
abisteny: go back to the room with the ball
httpsjenjen: chat its me im the one in the painting
sakunet: use the ball from earlier to knock the yunjin painting off
fignnmer: KNOCK YUNJIN OFF!!!!
sakunet: knock yunjin off kekw
httpsjenjen: WHAT
mono is directed back to the room with the ball, and picks it up before he goes back to the ‘yunjin’ painting. “sorry, yunjin,” sakura grins almost enthusiastically and throws the ball at the painting, both of you laughing in satisfaction (and guilt in your case).
httpsjenjen: blocked.
“it’s what you deserve,” sakura states monotonously.
you progress through the next part, mono and six jumping up and down to get to the tunnel and then eventually to the school area. when the shadow moves, you flinch so badly that your girlfriend has to cover your eyes until it is deemed safe to move on.
she shakes her head in amusement, “you’re such a scaredy cat!”
“it’s not my fault,” you whine, “there was a weird noise too!”
sakufan39: monkaS
genjimain: monkaS
zookwq: what’s happening?
justytwice: monkaS watch out for the bucket
“you guys are worried for no reason,” she quips, “we already passed by a bucket but- HOLY SHIT!”
as the chat tried to warn, mono gets hit in the face by the bucket and sakura and you probably earned you guys yet another noise complaint from the neighbors. in the midst of her panic, she also instinctively hit alt+f4, and some of your progress is probably lost now… whoops.
sakura lets out a deep, shuddering breath, her hand trembling over the keyboard where she just put an end to the running game. “let’s continue this another time,” sakura huffs, needing to reach over to take a sip of her water, “thanks for tuning in, guys.”
the stream ends after a few more minutes during which you both say goodbye to the chat, which is flooding with messages and farewells. you’re still shaken, but you stand up while your hand rests on your chest. “i’ll make us some tea.”
“...good idea.”
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a/n : no bc why did i flinch so hard at the bucket
[flufftober day 21, wc: 591] - black cat : h. julie
ON ONE OF YOUR routine walks in the afternoon, your girlfriend julie decides to come along. you say that as if you’re against it, but you’re really not—it’s just that today of all days feels very ominous.
an overcast day, with a slight drizzle. it was pouring earlier, which explains the big puddle that you only slightly stepped in but got a good part of your sock wet. and then not even a minute later, julie tripped over an irregularly sized cobble, causing her to need to hold onto you for stability.
not to mention (and also not to be superstitious) but that horoscope app that belle made you download, is saying there’s going to be bad luck for you today. so maybe, you shouldn’t have gone out. maybe you should’ve had a stay-in date and finally let your girlfriend give you that makeover she’s been pestering you about, because the next time julie trips over a rock, you’re booking it.
“oh shit—” julie gasps, stumbling over her feet. you quickly catch her, a look of concern clouding over your eyes.
a flash of black passes by, and you feel like there has to be a demon is fucking with you right now, or you must’ve done something to curse yourself today. is it because you haven’t been working out like you said you would? if so, then you’ll start when you get home, you swear! please have mercy, please.
more flashes of black pass by, and now suddenly you’re surrounded by, uh… “meow?”
“meow!”
“meow…”
…a bunch of black cats. you hold onto your girlfriend, trying not to trip over the uncanny amount of cats there are around you, “where did they even come from!?”
“babe,” julie starts nervously, “you know, this morning i was checking that app belle made us download, the other one? and the only thing it showed me was a picture of a black cat.”
“so you’re the reason why we’re immobile? summoning your whole family?”
she pouts at you, then yelps when one climbs onto her back, circling around on both her and your shoulders. “it’s not my fault, it’s the app’s fault! we could even go as far as to blame belle!”
the cat that climbed on the two of you headbutts into her cheek, and that shuts her up. she’s spelled, reaching a hand up to pet it while more cats rub against your legs. to other people, it may seem insane to see a whole crowd of cats surrounding these two girls, but honestly, you wouldn’t mind being trapped here for eternity.
you let go of julie and squat down, letting a few cats jump into your arms and onto your back and shoulders. “it’s like a workout, lifting five cats on my back.”
a tingling sensation fills your nose. oh no. “ah, achoo!”
your sneeze scares off all of the cats, leaving you and julie disappointed. you’re not the only one disappointed, though, so is your immune system, because you totally forgot that you’re allergic to cats. “oh, god.”
some rashes form on your skin, and you collapse to the ground. your girlfriend rushes to your side, “oh my god, y/n!”
the last thing you hear is the wailing call of the ambulance. stupid horoscope app, with its stupid clairvoyance. you need to delete it, asap. after you recover from your stupid allergies… and after julie stops pouting at you.
“never again,” you rasp out just before you pass out.
the girl holds your hand, shaking her head, “never again.”
IF THERE IS ONE RULE in the aespa dorm, it’s to never question whatever the hell ningning brings back to the dorm. you don’t ask about it, winter doesn’t ask about it, hell, not even giselle and karina ask about it. even if you confiscate the item, she’ll just bring another thing home.
unfortunately, even if you try to act blissfully unaware, you’re not safe from participating in whatever ningning brings home, because she’ll always rope you in somehow. yes, even the damn ouija board she brought today.
the moment giselle’s eyes landed on the familiar board, she scrambled to the exit of karina and ningning’s shared room, but ultimately got dragged back by the younger girl. everyone ends up sitting on the floor in a circle surrounding the ouija board.
“don’t we have a schedule tomorrow?” karina raises her hand in question, which earns her a ‘so what?’ look from the youngest. “uh… nevermind.”
ningning pulls out the planchette and beckons you and the others to put the tips of your fingers on it. giselle’s hands are shaking, and you’re pretty sure a cold bead of sweat just rolled down winter’s forehead. ningning clears her throat dramatically, moving the candles (also the only source of light) aside and then placing her own fingers on the planchette. “o spirit in this room, are you here?”
“i don’t think it’s gonna respond to that,” you dryly point out, pursing your lips when the piece of wood moves to the ‘yes’ section, “okay, who moved it.”
a chorus of defenses rings throughout the room, and then immediately goes quiet when the wood moves back to the middle. karina takes a deep breath before she speaks. “prove it.”
“unnie,” ningning sighs in a pout, “that’s rude.”
‘if it was rude, then surely the spirit would’ve done something, no?’ you think, but keep it to yourself. you didn’t want to risk the chance of actually disrespecting the alleged spirit. to your dismay, winter huffs and says basically the exact thing that you just said in your mind: “the spirit probably would’ve acted in retaliation if it was rude, ningning.”
a whimper sounds from your right, and you look over to see giselle squeezing her eyes shut as if she were bracing for an impact. you avert your eyes in respect, pretending you never saw the scene.
the youngest whines in boredom(?) and groans. the room smells of burnt apple cinnamon, smoke unpleasantly waving over to your nostrils. “ugh, spirit, just show yourself already!”
‘now she’s gone and done it.’
the window clicks open by itself, letting strong winds blow past the curtains and also blow out the candle. giselle screams and slams the door open. winter rushes after her. ningning’s mouth hangs ajar, and you’re in the middle of standing up when karina switches the light to ‘on’.
now that you can see the clock, you notice that it’s half past three am, and you have to get up at six. you drop your arms to your sides, “ning, if i have nightmares tonight or i get paranoid during the shoot tomorrow,” you point an accusing finger at her, confiscating the ouija board, “it’s your fault, okay?”
you’re halfway through the doorway when the light switches off. karina and ningning are nowhere near the switch. the window has magically closed itself, and the apple cinnamon candle has relit. the ouija board isn’t in your hands anymore, but in the middle of the room again.
oh, fuck no. you’re getting the hell out of there—karina and ningning can deal with that themselves. “good night," you shout behind you, shutting the door and then running to you and winter’s shared room.
the girl’s already sleeping, but you slip into her bed with her anyway; you can’t risk it. you cannot be sleeping by yourself when there’s an evil spirit in the dorm.
“y/n,” winter mumbles, “close the window…”
“it’s literally closed,” you talk into her shoulder, shoving the covers over the both of you. then, you peer over your shoulder to see that the window is, in fact, open. you turn back and choose to ignore it for the sake of your mental health. you can’t find it in you to get up from your spot. “minjeong if we die it’s ning’s fault.”
winter shifts in her position, sniffling, “why does it smell like burnt apple cinnamon in here now?”
[flufftober day 23, wc: 571] - tarot card readings : n. yizhuo
YIZHUO COMING OVER AT FIVE in the morning just to do your tarot card readings wasn’t exactly on your 2024 bingo list. now, this isn’t unusual behavior; she’s come over at all sorts of unholy hours to do random stuff, and you let her because she’s yizhuo. warmhearted life of the party, yizhuo.
“what the hell,” you mutter, remnants of sleep blurring your eyesight as you open the door to see your good friend beaming at you with a dusty deck of tarot cards. “do you even know how to use those?”
she lets herself in, scooting around you and taking her shoes off to start beelining to your messy room. you trudge after her, too tired to complain about her uninvited but not unwelcome presence. once she settles comfortably on your bed, she grins and tilts her head, “i’ll never learn if i don’t try, what was that saying again? you have to learn to run before you can walk?”
“it’s you have to learn to walk before you can run, actually,” you correct, sitting across from her on the bed.
the girl rolls her eyes, waving her hand, “po-tay-to, po-tah-to.”
she then blows the dust off of the box, making you flinch and close your eyes before any dust ruins your day, and then places it in between the two of you, lifting the cover off. the deck is intricately designed, and you’re expecting to laugh when yizhuo gets the cards out because she absolutely sucks at shuffling a deck, but to your surprise she handles them like a professional.
perplexed, you raise a brow, “look at you, the little shit—you’ve finally learned how to shuffle!”
yizhuo sends you a playful glare, sticking out her tongue, and proceeds to faro the deck into a bridge, splitting it into three different piles on the bed. then, she draws three cards total from the piles, placing them face down in front of you. “what do you want to know about, your love life?” and without waiting for an answer, “you know what—let’s do love life. i bet you’re curious about that.”
“wait—” you try to protest, but she’s already gone into some kind of meditative state. yizhuo turns the first card over, and it’s the ‘death’ card… yikes. perhaps you have to accept your fate. “what does this mean for me, fortune teller?”
the girl hums for a second, scratching her chin, and her eyes light up with mischief. “you’re doomed.”
with no elaboration, she flips over the next card, which is the ‘hanged man’. “uh… double-doomed.”
“and,” again, she flips the last card, and it turns out to be the ‘devil’. “oh yeah. triple-doomed. sorry y/nnie, looks like your love life is hopeless—you already knew that though.”
“what was that?” you ready your fist, making yizhuo raise her hands up in innocence, “my love life is in shambles because everyone thinks we’re dating.”
good friend™ smirks, leaning back onto the bed which makes some of the cards on the top of the deck slip off to the floor. “you should be honored, babe.”
gross. “don’t ever call me that again.”
she giggles, pulling you over to lay on her chest. “i’m sleepy, babe. let’s go to sleep. it’s like six am.”
“whose fault is that? also, i told you not to call me that.”
and as expected, yizhuo ignores you. “good night, babe.”
love life be damned, you guess.
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a/n : HAPPY BIRTHDAY NINGNING i didnt write ths in time i am so sorry
