Nervous Young Inhumans
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Warnings - mentions of smoking weed, mentions of posting nudes, lingerie pic,
After dinner, Seoyoon felt the need for something to calm her mind again. She entered her room quietly, the weight of the night still lingering in her chest. The boys were kind, doting on her, but there was a part of her that felt like she needed some space to breathe, to process everything. The room felt suffocating, and the silence made her thoughts too loud.
She sat on the edge of her bed, reached for the drawer in her nightstand, and pulled out a small bag. Inside were the herbs she kept hidden, a little escape. She ran her fingers through the dried buds, appreciating their earthy scent as she set them down on the small rolling tray. It was a ritual she’d done countless times before, one that had always been comforting, like a soothing balm for her restless mind.
Seoyoon picked up a thin sheet of rolling paper, gently unfolding it between her fingers. She worked slowly, methodically—pressing the paper into shape, aligning the edge with the strip of filter she had pre-rolled. Her hands were steady as she gently packed the ground buds into the paper, rolling it back and forth to ensure an even consistency.
With a gentle flick of her fingers, she tucked in the edge, sealing it with a swift lick, and then twisted the end into a neat little knot. The blunt was thick, well-packed, and perfect, the end shining faintly in the dim light of her room. She admired her work, taking in the sight of it for a moment before sliding it into her pocket.
She stood up and moved to the door, opening it quietly so as not to draw attention. The boys were scattered around the living room, but no one noticed her slip out. She had learned to be discreet about these things.
“Hey, I’m going for a short walk to clear my head,” she called softly, leaning into the doorframe.
Chan looked up from the couch, brow furrowed slightly. “Are you sure, Yoonie? It’s getting pretty late…”
“I’ll be fine,” she reassured him, her tone light, but her words were laced with something else, something deeper she couldn’t quite name. She didn’t want to burden them with her need for space. “I’ll just smoke for a bit. Won’t be long.”
There was a brief pause before Felix, ever the thoughtful one, spoke up, his voice laced with concern. “If you’re sure, but just… be careful, okay? Call us if you need anything.”
Seoyoon gave them a small smile, a mixture of gratitude and guilt swirling within her. “I will. I promise.”
They all looked at her, a shared hesitance hanging in the air. It was clear they wanted to say more, but ultimately, they dropped it, trusting her to know her limits. She was, after all, an adult, but the protective instincts they had for her were so evident it almost made her feel more vulnerable.
She slipped out the front door into the cool night air, the crispness biting at her cheeks as she walked down the street. The sky above was dotted with distant stars, and the streetlamps cast a soft glow on the sidewalk, casting elongated shadows. She tucked the blunt between her lips, lighting it with a flick of her lighter. The first pull was always the best—rich and full, filling her lungs with warmth that spread quickly to the rest of her body.
She exhaled slowly, watching the smoke curl into the cool night air, feeling the tension in her chest start to dissipate. The world felt quieter now. It always did when she smoked—everything seemed a little softer, more manageable. It gave her space to think, to be by herself without the pressure of constant interaction.
Her mind wandered back to her OnlyFans. It had been a little while since she posted anything new. She’d been gaining traction, but she needed to keep it fresh, keep people wanting more. She pulled her phone out of her pocket, the screen lighting up with her notifications—more followers, more likes, more comments. It made her feel… wanted. Validated, in a way she couldn’t quite explain.
Maybe she’d post something new tonight. Something more daring? She thought about the photos she’d taken earlier—the sultry ones, the ones that felt like a little part of her was being shared with the world. She pulled up the photos on her phone, staring at them for a moment before slipping into a trance-like state, the joint burning down between her fingers, the air around her getting a little hazier, warmer.
She was so caught up in the thoughts of captions, angles, lighting—so lost in it all—that she didn’t even realize how much time had passed until her phone rang.
The screen lit up with Chan’s name, his contact photo flashing before her eyes.
“Yoonie?” His voice was filled with gentle concern, even through the phone. “Are you okay? You’ve been out for a while.”
Seoyoon blinked, glancing around at her surroundings, realizing just how far she had walked. It was almost surreal—how time could slip by unnoticed. She quickly snuffed out the blunt, tossing it into a nearby trashcan, and straightened herself up. “Yeah… I’m fine. I just got lost in my head for a bit. I’ll head back now.”
“Good. We were getting worried,” he said, the warmth in his voice apparent even over the phone. “Take your time, but don’t stay out too long. We’re all waiting for you.”
Seoyoon smiled softly, feeling a little warmth spread through her chest at the thought of them waiting for her. “I won’t. Be home in a bit.”
She made her way back to the apartment, the familiar streetlights guiding her as the cool night air calmed her racing thoughts. When she arrived back, she felt a quiet sense of relief at the thought of seeing all of their familiar faces, knowing that, even in her quietest moments, she wasn’t truly alone.
When Seoyoon walked back into the apartment, she was greeted by a mix of laughter and playful banter. The boys were lounging in the living room, sprawled across the couches and the floor. As soon as she stepped inside, Hyunjin perked up, throwing an arm over the back of the couch dramatically.
“Ah, look who finally decided to grace us with her presence!” he teased, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.
“You were gone forever, Yoonie,” Jisung chimed in, feigning a pout. “Did you get lost or something? Need a guide next time?”
Seoyoon rolled her eyes, kicking off her shoes. “Oh, please. You act like I was gone for hours. What’d you even do without me?”
“Barely survived,” Felix said, clutching his chest like he’d been through some terrible ordeal. “I don’t know how we made it, honestly.”
The room erupted into laughter, and Seoyoon couldn’t help but smile, the warmth of their energy helping to shake off the remnants of her earlier mood. She plopped down on the floor next to Jeongin, who subtly shifted to make space for her.
“So, what were you doing out there all alone at night?” Changbin asked, leaning forward with a mischievous grin. “Secret mission? Were you meeting someone?”
“Obviously not,” Seoyoon shot back, smirking. “I don’t have time for secret missions. Besides, if I were meeting someone, you’d all scare them off.”
Minho raised an eyebrow. “Are you saying we’re intimidating?”
“More like overwhelming,” she said with a laugh, dodging the pillow he tossed her way.
The teasing and chatter went on for a while, lighthearted and fun, the kind of energy Seoyoon needed after such a heavy day. But after a few rounds of playful banter, she stretched her arms and stood up. “Alright, boys, I’m heading to my room. Don’t miss me too much.”
“Too late,” Jeongin mumbled under his breath, quiet enough that only Seoyoon caught it. She shot him a playful wink before retreating to the sanctuary of her room.
Once inside, she shut the door and leaned against it for a moment, letting out a soft sigh. The lively atmosphere outside had been wonderful, but there was something about the quiet of her room that felt like home.
She walked over to her desk, setting her phone down before slipping out of her hoodie. Tonight, she wanted to push the envelope a little more. Her posts had been gaining traction faster than she’d anticipated, and she could already see the potential this could have. If she played it right, she might be able to secure a steady stream of income without worrying about job hunting for a while.
Seoyoon adjusted the lighting in her room, opting for something softer, warmer, and more flattering. She set up her phone, angling it carefully on her makeshift tripod. Pulling her hair loose from its tie, she let it cascade over her shoulders and slipped into something more sultry—a lacy set she’d bought on a whim but had never had the confidence to wear until now.
As she posed in front of the camera, she checked each shot carefully, adjusting her angles and expression to find what worked best. The photos were coming out beautifully—teasing, suggestive, but still tasteful. But as she glanced at one of the shots, her smile faltered.
Her wrist was partially visible in the frame, and the faint scars there stood out more than she’d expected. She froze for a moment, the sight of them pulling her out of her confident headspace. The scars weren’t fresh, but they were still a reminder of a time she wasn’t proud of—a time she’d worked so hard to move past.
“Ugh,” she muttered, lowering the phone and staring at the image. The scars weren’t obvious, but they were there, and she worried about how they might be perceived. After a moment of hesitation, she told herself it wasn’t a big deal. “I’ll just have to find better angles… or edit them out,” she said softly, trying to reassure herself.
Pushing the thought to the back of her mind, Seoyoon adjusted her position and continued taking photos. She tried different poses, letting the camera capture the best of her, angles that highlighted her figure while keeping the scars hidden. When she was satisfied, she started editing the images, adding a soft filter and cropping them just right before posting them.
The response was almost immediate. Her followers were eating it up, showering her posts with likes and comments. It gave her a rush, a mix of validation and excitement. She even teased her first live stream, promising her followers a chance to hear her voice and chat with her directly. The comments exploded with excitement, and she smiled, feeling a little more in control of her situation.
The rest of the night was spent setting up her payment plans and flirting with potential customers. She carefully navigated the conversations, keeping her tone flirty and engaging while maintaining boundaries. It felt like a game, a performance she was starting to get the hang of.
By the time she finally crawled into bed, her phone was buzzing with notifications, her follower count steadily climbing. She smiled to herself, a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction washing over her. Maybe this could work. Maybe this was the start of something good.
A few days had passed, and Seoyoon had grown closer to the boys. Their easygoing personalities and shared jokes made her feel like part of the family. Between late-night talks, shared meals, and spontaneous karaoke sessions, she found herself more comfortable around them than she’d been around anyone in a long time. The boys had even taken her to their music studio—a space that felt like the heart of their world. Watching them work had been both fascinating and endearing, seeing how much passion and effort they poured into their craft.
Now, they were all piled into the living room. Felix and Changbin were sprawled out on the floor with snacks scattered between them, while Seungmin, Jeongin, and Jisung occupied the couch. Chan and Minho sat cross-legged on the carpet, and Hyunjin was perched on the armrest, aimlessly scrolling on his phone. Seoyoon sat in the middle of it all, comfortably squeezed between Seungmin and Jeongin, feeling like one of the group.
“So, Jisung,” Seungmin began, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “What’s this I hear about you drooling over some girl on X?”
Jeongin immediately perked up, chiming in with a laugh. “Oh, yeah! The one he kept staring at, right? Scrolled through her profile for, like, twenty minutes. I’ve never seen you so focused.”
Jisung groaned, his face already turning a bright shade of red. “Yah, I wasn’t drooling! I was just… admiring the aesthetic, okay?”
“The aesthetic,” Seungmin repeated mockingly, raising an eyebrow. “Sure, Han. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”
Hyunjin leaned over, his eyes lighting up with interest. “Wait, wait, show us. Who’s this mysterious girl that’s got Jisung all flustered?”
“No one!” Jisung blurted, snatching his phone like his life depended on it. But the damage had already been done—Seungmin and Jeongin were laughing too hard to stop.
Seoyoon watched the scene unfold, chuckling at Jisung’s failed attempts to defend himself. “Come on, Sungie,” she teased lightly. “It’s fine to think someone’s pretty. Who is it?”
Jisung hesitated, clearly trying to change the subject, but Jeongin was quicker. “It’s this girl who posts on X. He found her profile the other day, and he hasn’t shut up about how ‘cool’ and ‘mysterious’ she looks.”
“Oh my god,” Jisung groaned, burying his face in his hands. “You’re the worst, Jeongin.”
“What’s her username?” Hyunjin asked, leaning forward eagerly. “I’m curious now.”
Seoyoon’s heart dropped into her stomach. She fought to keep her expression neutral as a wave of panic hit her. No way. No freaking way.
“I don’t remember,” Jisung muttered, trying to deflect. “I just stumbled across her page. It’s not a big deal.”
Jeongin, however, wasn’t letting him off the hook. “Oh, please. It’s the girl with the artsy photos and the teasing captions. You even followed her!”
Seoyoon’s pulse quickened. That’s me. They’re talking about me. She felt her palms grow clammy as she quickly pieced things together. Jisung must have come across her OF promo account on X, the one she’d been carefully curating. The one she thought no one she knew would ever find.
“You’re making it sound weird,” Jisung grumbled. “She just has a vibe, okay? I didn’t, like, stalk her or anything.”
Minho raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t stalk her, but you followed her?”
“It was for the aesthetic!”
“Aesthetic,” Seungmin deadpanned, shaking his head with a smirk. “Right.”
Seoyoon cleared her throat, trying to keep her cool. “So… what does this girl post about?” she asked casually, though her voice wavered slightly.
Jisung perked up at the question, clearly relieved someone was taking him seriously. “Oh, uh, just artsy stuff. Photos, little captions—stuff like that. She’s just really… creative, I guess.”
Seoyoon nodded, pretending to be interested but feeling like her brain was short-circuiting. Creative? Artsy? That’s what you’re calling my posts?
“Well, whoever she is, she’s got Han whipped,” Jeongin teased, earning another groan from Jisung.
Seoyoon tried to laugh along with everyone else, but her mind was racing. She needed to figure out how to handle this—and fast. For now, though, she plastered on her best poker face and leaned into the teasing banter, hoping no one would catch on.
After the conversation finally shifted to another topic, Seoyoon excused herself under the guise of needing water. She stepped into the kitchen, gripping the counter as she took a deep breath. Of all the people on the internet, Jisung had to find my account? She couldn’t decide if it was hilarious, mortifying, or both.
For now, though, she decided to play it cool. As long as no one connected the dots, everything would be fine. Right? Right.
She just needed to be more careful.
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