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[niyaaas-world]

GETAWAY - Ni-ki

pairing : niki x black!fem!reader — genre : smut and fluff , slow burn kind of — requested: no - warnings: a lil nasty

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The sun dipped low over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink as Enhypen's private jet touched down on the secluded airstrip of Isla Paradiso, a luxurious beach cabana resort accessible only to the elite. The group—Heeseung, Jay, Jake, Sunghoon, Sunoo, Jungwon, and Niki—had been granted this exclusive getaway as a reward for their grueling world tour. Palm trees swayed gently in the breeze, and the air hummed with the promise of relaxation. Niki, the youngest at 20, felt a thrill of freedom as they piled into golf carts that whisked them to their oceanfront cabanas.

That night, the resort's club pulsed with low-key energy—soft reggae beats mixing with the crash of waves, fairy lights strung between cabanas, and a crowd of affluent guests mingling under the stars. Niki slipped away from his members, craving a moment alone. He leaned against the bar, sipping a virgin piña colada, when he noticed her. Yn, with her rich brown skin glowing under the lights, laughed with a small group of friends. Her curls cascaded down her back, and her sundress hugged her curves in a way that made his pulse quicken. She caught his eye, and something electric passed between them.

Emboldened, Niki approached. "Mind if I join? I'm Niki," he said, his voice smooth despite the nerves fluttering in his chest. Yn turned, her full lips curving into a smile that lit up her dark eyes. "Yn. And sure, the more the merrier." They talked effortlessly—about the island's hidden coves, her love for spontaneous adventures, his passion for dance. Laughter flowed as easily as the drinks, and soon the music pulled them to the dance floor. Niki extended his hand, and Yn took it, her fingers warm against his. They moved together to the rhythmic sway of the bass, bodies brushing close in the humid night air. His hand settled on her waist, guiding her hips as she rolled against him, the friction sending sparks through his veins. She laughed when he spun her playfully, her curls whipping around, and he pulled her back in, their chests pressing together. The dance was intimate, charged with unspoken desire, her breath hot on his neck as they grinded slowly, lost in the moment.

"Walk with me?" Niki asked as the club thinned out. Yn nodded, and they strolled along the moonlit beach, toes sinking into the warm sand. Conversation turned personal—dreams, fears, the loneliness of fame for him, the thrill of travel for her. At his cabana door, the tension snapped. He pulled her close, lips brushing hers tentatively at first, then deepening as she melted into him. "Come inside," he murmured against her mouth.

The cabana was a haven of luxury: king-sized bed draped in white linens, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the sea, the sound of waves a constant lullaby. Niki's hands roamed her body slowly, unzipping her dress with reverence, letting it pool at her feet. She stood before him in lace panties, her full breasts bare and inviting. He traced the curve of her hips, his breath hitching. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, kissing down her neck, across her collarbone. His tongue flicked over her nipple, drawing a soft gasp from her as he sucked gently, then harder, feeling it pebble under his mouth.

Yn tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head to reveal his toned chest, the result of endless dance practices. They undressed each other piece by piece, skin meeting skin in the dim lamplight. Niki guided her to the bed, laying her on her stomach, his lips trailing kisses along her spine. He paused to massage her shoulders, thumbs kneading the tension away, before his hands slid lower, cupping her ass and spreading her cheeks slightly. His hard cock pressed against her thigh as he ground slowly, building the heat. "God, your skin is perfect," he said, voice husky. His fingers dipped between her thighs, finding her wet pussy, stroking her folds until she moaned softly. He circled her clit with deliberate pressure, then slipped two fingers inside, curling them to hit that spot that made her buck against the mattress.

"You like that, pretty?" Niki asked, pumping his fingers slowly, his thumb rubbing her clit in tandem. Yn nodded into the pillow, her hips lifting to meet his hand. He withdrew, positioning himself behind her, the tip of his cock teasing her entrance. He entered her inch by inch, savoring the tight warmth enveloping him, pausing halfway to let her adjust, kissing the small of her back. Yn arched her back, pushing back to take him deeper, and he groaned at the sensation. Niki set a slow rhythm, thrusting deep and deliberate, his hands gripping her hips. "Fuck, you feel amazing," he groaned, leaning down to kiss her shoulder. Each stroke was sensual, his body covering hers, the slap of skin muffled by the sheets. He pulled her up slightly onto her knees, one hand sliding to her clit, circling it as he fucked her from behind, the angle letting him hit deeper.

"You sound so sexy when you moan like that," Niki praised, his pace steady, drawing out her pleasure. Yn gasped, her walls clenching around his cock. "Pretty girl, taking me so well." His words washed over her like the tide, making her tremble. He varied his thrusts—long and slow, then short and teasing—watching her ass jiggle with each movement. Sweat slicked their bodies, and he reached around to pinch her nipple, rolling it between his fingers. The intimacy built languidly, breaths mingling as he nipped at her earlobe. "Tell me how it feels," he urged, his voice low and commanding.

"So good... so full," Yn whimpered, grinding back against him. Niki's hand returned to her clit, rubbing faster now, matching the building intensity. She cried out, her body tensing. "Daddy, please... harder." The word slipped out in the heat, and Niki's eyes darkened with lust. "That's it, baby," he murmured, increasing his thrusts just enough, pounding deeper without losing the sensual roll of his hips. He felt her pussy fluttering, close to the edge. "Come for me, pretty. Cream on my shit," he growled, the dirty command pushing her over.

Yn shattered with a cry, her pussy pulsing around his cock, juices coating him as she came hard. Niki kept thrusting through her orgasm, prolonging it until she was shaking. Only then did he let go, burying himself to the hilt as he spilled inside her, filling her with hot cum, his groans mixing with hers. They collapsed together, tangled and spent, his arms wrapping around her as the waves sang them to sleep.

The next morning, Niki woke alone, the sheets cool where Yn had been. Panic flickered—he hadn't gotten her number in the haze of passion. He threw on shorts and a tee, heart racing as he stepped out into the morning sun. First, he checked the beach path they'd walked, scanning the shoreline for any sign of her, but it was empty save for early joggers. Disappointment gnawed at him, so he headed to the resort's main dining area, weaving through tables laden with tropical breakfasts. He asked the waiter discreetly, "Have you seen a woman with long curls, maybe in a sundress? We met last night." The man shook his head, and Niki moved on, frustration building.

Next, the infinity pool—its edge blending seamlessly with the ocean. He circled the loungers, peering at every face, his members spotting him from afar and calling out jokes about his 'mystery girl.' Niki ignored them, checking the spa entrance nearby, where guests emerged wrapped in towels. Nothing. By mid-morning, sweat beaded on his forehead from the heat and anxiety. He rented a bike and pedaled to the quieter coves, stopping at each to search the sands and hammocks strung between palms. His mind replayed the night—her laugh, her touch—fueling his determination. Lunchtime found him at the beach bar, nursing a coconut water while grilling the bartender. "Dark skin, beautiful smile?" Still no luck.

Afternoon dragged as he hit the yoga pavilion, the snorkeling dock, even the small boutique shop for souvenirs. His phone buzzed with texts from Jay asking where he was, but Niki silenced it, focused. Finally, as the sun climbed high, he approached the infinity pool again, determined for one last sweep. There she was, lounging with a book, her bikini accentuating her curves. Relief flooded him as he approached. "Hey, stranger. Thought I lost you."

Yn looked up, surprise melting into a grin. "Niki! I didn't want to wake you." They spent the rest of the day together—snorkeling in crystal waters, sharing fresh fruit under a cabana, talking about everything and nothing. As the sun set, their hands intertwined, and the flirtation deepened into something real. "Last night was incredible," Niki confessed over dinner, his thumb stroking her palm. "But this... getting to know you... it's even better."

Yn's heart swelled. "I feel it too." The remaining days blurred into a romantic haze: lazy mornings in bed, exploring hidden lagoons, stolen kisses under the stars. They shared stories of their lives—his idol struggles, her dreams of writing travel blogs. Laughter and touches wove them closer, turning lust into affection.

When the trip ended, the goodbye at the airstrip was bittersweet. "This isn't the end," Niki promised, pulling her into a fierce hug. "Text me every day?" Yn nodded, tears pricking her eyes as she watched his plane lift off.

Back in their separate countries—him in Seoul, her in the States—they kept their word. Late-night calls turned into video dates, flirty texts into heartfelt confessions. "I miss your laugh," he'd say, or "Can't stop thinking about that beach." Weeks stretched into months, but the connection only grew.

Finally, Niki couldn't wait any longer. He arranged a surprise: a first-class ticket to Korea. When Yn stepped off the plane at Incheon, he was there, flowers in hand, his smile brighter than the city lights. "Welcome home," he said, kissing her deeply.

Their date was perfect—a private hanok dinner overlooking the Han River, lanterns floating like stars. They walked hand-in-hand through Namsan Tower, locking a love padlock with promises etched inside. As they returned to his apartment, the night reignited their passion, but now laced with love. Niki held her close, whispering, "You're my everything," as they moved together, bodies and hearts entwined.

[niyaaas-world]

Game boy - Riki Nishimura

• pairing : niki x black!fem!reader — genre : fluff, fiends to lovers — requested: no - warnings: none

This might be my fav thing I’ve written so far lols

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It started like any other night for YN. She had her coily hair all over head due to her knocking out immediately after coming home from her classes , headset snug over her ears, controller in hand. PUBG was her escape after long days of college and work. Tonight she loaded into a squad match with randoms, not expecting much—half the time, people quit before the game even started.

As the plane roared across the map, a voice suddenly crackled through her headset.

“Where you dropping?”

The voice was male, low but not deep, with a youthful energy to it. YN glanced at the screen—her teammate’s name was simply Riki.

“Uh… Pochinki,” she said, marking the map.

“Good choice. You sound like you actually know what you’re doing,” he teased.

YN smirked. “Better than you, probably.”

That was the beginning.

They jumped together, landing on the rooftops of Pochinki. Immediately, gunfire popped off around them.

“On your left, two guys!” Niki’s voice rang sharp through her headset.

“I see them,” YN replied, scrambling for loot. She picked up a UMP45, grabbed a quick vest, and peeked the window. Bullets cracked against the wall.

“I’ll distract,” he said. Before she could argue, he sprinted across the street, firing a pistol wildly.

“Are you crazy?!” she yelled, but it worked—the enemies turned toward him, giving her the angle. She sprayed, downing one, then the other.

“Chicken!” he shouted in victory as she finished the squad.

YN laughed despite herself. “You’re reckless.”

“Yeah, but we won, didn’t we?”

That one game turned into another. And another. Before long, YN and Niki were playing together almost every night. They didn’t talk about real life much; it was mostly callouts, laughs, and random conversations about snacks or music in the background.

“WHO told you to drive here?!” he groaned as grenades exploded around them.

“Relax! I got this.” She swerved, gunned the car forward, and somehow made it through.

When they finally won the match, the words Winner Winner Chicken Dinner splashed across the screen. Both of them shouted in unison, laughing like kids.

“Not bad,” he said between breaths. “You’re better than most people I play with.”

“Same. I might just keep you around,” she teased

This was the first time she played with Niki but she felt like the duo they had created was unmatched she hated to admit it but He wasn’t just good at the game—he was fun. They laughed when one of them got knocked, celebrated chicken dinners like it was the World Cup, and before either of them realized, hours had flown by.

When the match ended, instead of logging off, Niki sent her a friend request. YN accepted without hesitation.

The only thing YN knew was that he lived in Korea. He never said his age, his school, or what he did outside the game. Sometimes he disappeared for a day or two, and when she asked, he’d just say, “Busy.”

She didn’t push.

After months of playing together, YN finally got tired of the mystery.

“Okay, Niki, I gotta ask you something,” she said one night after they had just won a match. “Why do you keep disappearing? Like… sometimes you’re just gone. No text, no game, nothing. Then you pop up like you never left.”

For the first time, the line went quiet. He didn’t crack a joke or dodge. He just sighed.

“You’re right. I owe you an explanation,” he admitted. “But I can’t… not here. Not like this.”

YN tilted her head. “What do you mean ‘not like this’?”

“Just not now maybe later , okay?” He asked and even though her brain was begging her to get to the bottom of this all , she dropped it

One night after a clutch win, he asked casually, “You got Instagram?”

YN hesitated but gave him her handle. He followed her the next day. His account was strange—barely any posts, mostly moody aesthetic pictures and one blurry shot of him on stage somewhere. She didn’t think much of it.

“You’re cute,” he told her once while they were looting in-game.

Her cheeks warmed. “Shut up and grab the ammo.”

Two days later they were supposed to play … nothing Yn waited hours by her computer , she even texted him on instagram and nothing. Finally after 2 more days he came back around.

By the time he came back, YN was annoyed.

“You keep disappearing like a magician,” she muttered through her mic.

He was quiet for a beat. Then, softly: “I want to tell you something. But… not here. Can we FaceTime?”

Her stomach flipped. She hesitated but agreed.

When the FaceTime connected, YN nearly dropped her phone.

The boy staring back wasn’t just cute. He looked polished—almost too polished, like he had been styled. His smile was shy, but his features were striking.

“Hey,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “So… I should probably explain.”

YN frowned. “Explain what?”

“I’m an idol,” he admitted. “I’m in a group. Enhypen.”

She blinked, confused. “A… what?”

He chuckled nervously. “A K-pop idol. Singer. Dancer. That’s why I disappear sometimes—I have schedules, rehearsals…”

YN tilted her head. “I don’t… know what K-pop is.”

His eyebrows lifted. “Really?”

“Really. Never heard of you. Enhypen?” She tested the word on her tongue.

He let out a laugh of disbelief. “Wow. You’re probably the first person I’ve met who didn’t know.”

After they hung up that night, YN couldn’t help it—curiosity got the better of her. She typed Enhypen Niki into YouTube.

Videos flooded her screen—music videos with millions of views, live performances with screaming crowds, interviews where Niki looked worlds apart from the laid-back gamer she knew. He danced with precision, his stage presence magnetic.

YN sat back in her chair, stunned. She had spent months gaming with him, teasing him, calling him reckless… and all this time, he was famous.

She shook her head with a disbelieving smile. “What did I just get myself into?”

The next day, she didn’t mention the videos. When they played again, she treated him the same—laughing at his bad driving, yelling at him to revive her faster, joking about who carried the team.

And that was exactly what Niki needed. For the first time in his busy idol life, someone wasn’t treating him like a celebrity. Just… a friend.

And for YN, the mystery of who he really was only made their connection more intriguing.

Little by little, game by game, message by message, their bond deepened. Not rushed. Not forced. Just a slow burn, lit one match at a time.

The morning after YN’s YouTube spiral, she woke up with her phone still open to a fancam of Niki dancing on stage. The contrast between the boy who panicked when they got third-partied in PUBG and the boy who commanded arenas across the world made her head spin.

All day, she kept asking herself the same thing: Should I treat him differently now?

That night, she logged in, headset crackling to life.

“Ready?” Niki asked, like nothing had changed.

“Yeah,” she said, forcing her voice steady.

But the whole first match, she found herself staring at his gamertag, distracted. She didn’t know whether to tease him like usual or keep it toned down. Finally, after he accidentally ran their car off a cliff, the words slipped out:

“You dance better than you drive.”

The silence lasted a beat before he burst into laughter. “Oh my god, you did watch the videos.”

YN groaned. “Don’t make it a big deal.”

“Then don’t make me a big deal,” he said gently. “I’m still me.”

That broke the ice.

It started with memes—he’d send random ones at 3 a.m. Korean time, and she’d reply when she woke up in Texas. Then came playlists.

“Tell me what you’re listening to,” he texted one afternoon.

She snapped a screenshot of her Spotify queue: Brent Faiyaz, Summer Walker, Lauryn Hill, and SZA.

His reply came fast: Wait… you listen to R&B too?

YN grinned at her screen. Too? You listen to this?

Yeah, he wrote. American R&B is my favorite. Brent’s voice >>>>.

She froze for a second. She didn’t expect that. “You listen to Brent?” she whispered aloud to herself before quickly typing back: Stop. You lying.

I swear, he insisted. “Clouded” is on repeat. Don’t test me.

YN laughed out loud in her room. For the first time, she felt their worlds overlap.

Still, there were limits.

When she asked what his day looked like, he’d answer vaguely. “Practice.” Or “Work.” When she pushed further, he’d change the subject.

And sometimes, just like before, he vanished—no text, no warning.

The difference now was that she cared. She’d stare at their chat, thumb hovering, wondering if she should double text or wait.

Finally, one evening, she cracked.

“You always disappear,” she wrote. “You know it makes me feel like I don’t matter, right?”

The message sat unread for hours, then a day. Just when she convinced herself she’d been ghosted, her phone lit up with a FaceTime call. His face appeared, lit by the glow of a dim room. His hair was damp, like he’d just showered, his hoodie slipping off one shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” he said immediately. “I’m not good at balancing… everything. The stage. The schedules. And you.”

YN blinked. “Me?”

“Yeah,” he said softly. “You’re the only part of my life that feels… normal. I don’t want to lose that.”

The vulnerability in his voice caught her off guard. He wasn’t Niki the idol in that moment—he was just Niki, the boy she laughed with over bad driving and late-night memes.

“Then don’t disappear,” she said quietly.

He nodded. “I’ll try. For you.”

Her chest tightened. She didn’t know what this was between them, but she knew it was something. Something growing slow and steady, like a fire catching in the dark.

It happened again.

Niki disappeared.

At first, YN brushed it off. He’d been busy before, but this time stretched longer than usual. Days turned into over a week. The texts she sent sat on “delivered.” The PUBG invite button stayed gray.

She told herself not to care—he was just a friend from a video game. But the silence hurt more than it should have.

Late at night, she found herself putting on the R&B playlist they made together. Brent’s voice filled her room, and she thought about the boy on the other side of the world who swore he wouldn’t vanish again. Then one night—almost 2 a.m. for her—her phone lit up with his name.

She answered without hesitation. “Really?” Her voice cracked with equal parts relief and irritation.

He looked exhausted, dark circles under his eyes, hair tucked under a cap. He gave her a sheepish smile. “I know. I messed up.”

“You think?” she shot back. “I thought we were friends, Niki. Friends don’t just disappear.”

“I know,” he said, rubbing his face. “We’re on tour. I didn’t know how to tell you… I didn’t want you to feel like I was choosing the group over you.”

Her anger softened at that. He looked so drained, so much like a boy in over his head.

“You don’t have to hide things from me,” she said quietly. “If you’re busy, just say that. I’ll understand.”

He nodded, voice low. “I’ll do better. I promise.”

A week later, she got a text at midnight.

Are you awake?

YN rubbed her eyes, replying: Barely.

Check your city’s arena schedule, he sent.

Confused, she pulled up the website. Right there, bold on the homepage: Enhypen World Tour — Dallas.

Her breath caught. Wait. You’re here?

Yeah, he replied. And I want to see you.

Hours later, under the cover of night, YN found herself walking into the back entrance of a sleek downtown hotel. Her heart pounded with every step. Niki had sent her a room number and told her to knock softly.

When the door opened, she almost forgot how to breathe. He was standing there in sweatpants and an oversized hoodie, looking less like a superstar and more like the boy she’d laughed with on late-night calls.

“You came,” he said softly.

“You told me to,” she replied, trying to hide how nervous she was.

He let her in. The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the city outside the window. They sat on opposite ends of the couch at first, awkwardly stealing glances. Finally, he broke the silence.

“This is… crazy, right?” he asked.

“Insane,” she admitted. “You’re supposed to be some superstar, and here you are sneaking me into your hotel.”

He laughed at that, the sound easing her nerves. “I wanted to meet you. For real. Not through a screen.”

The hotel room was dim, lit only by a lamp in the corner and the soft glow of the city lights spilling through the curtains. YN sat curled into the couch, legs tucked beneath her, while Niki leaned forward in the armchair across from her, elbows resting on his knees.

They had been talking for nearly an hour already—about everything and nothing. Their voices were low, like they didn’t want the moment to break.

At one point, the laughter faded, and Niki went quiet. His hands fidgeted with the drawstrings of his hoodie, twisting them nervously.

“I should say this,” he began, eyes dropping to the floor. “I know I keep disappearing on you. Going ghost. And I’m… really sorry.”

YN tilted her head. “I mean, I get that you’re busy, but it does… hurt sometimes.”

He nodded quickly, guilt flashing across his face. “I know. I just—” He paused, chewing on the inside of his cheek before forcing himself to continue. “The truth is… I’ve never really had a girlfriend before. Or even time for one. Everything’s always been schedules, training, traveling… I don’t know how to do this right.”

YN blinked at him, surprised by the raw honesty in his tone. “You’ve never dated anyone?”

“Not seriously,” he admitted with a soft laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “So when I talk to you, when I feel like I’m getting close to you, sometimes I panic. I don’t know if I should back away or… try harder. So I mess it up. I disappear.”

Her chest softened at his confession. She leaned forward slightly. “You don’t have to have it all figured out, Niki. I’m not asking for perfect. I just don’t want you to shut me out.”

He finally looked up, eyes meeting hers, and something in his expression shifted—less guarded, more vulnerable. “I don’t want to shut you out either. You’re… different. You make me feel like I can just be me, not ‘Niki from Enhypen.’ Just… Riki.”

The room felt heavier with the weight of his words. YN’s pulse quickened, but she smiled softly. “Then maybe stop disappearing and let me be there. Even if it’s just as your friend.”

A small smile tugged at his lips, and he nodded. “Okay. I’ll try. For real this time.”

Silence stretched between them, warm instead of awkward. Slowly, carefully, Niki shifted from the armchair to the couch, sitting close enough that their shoulders brushed.

Their conversation drifted back into easier topics—music, funny stories, little things about their lives—but that vulnerable moment lingered, hanging in the air like a thread pulling them closer.

When he finally leaned in, pressing a shy, tentative kiss to her lips, it wasn’t rushed. It was soft. Hesitant. A promise more than anything else.

“Slow burn,” YN whispered when they pulled back, both smiling nervously.

“Slow burn,” he repeated, almost like an oath.

[niyaaas-world]

Spoiled rotten - Park Sunghoon

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: ─── ･

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: ─── .

pairing : sunghoon x black!fem!reader — genre : fluff, just major fluff, established relationship — requested: no - warnings: none, just hoonie spoiling his favorite girl

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: ─── .

Music played softly from your phone as you sat at your vanity, fingers carefully unraveling the twists you’d put in the night before. One by one, your curls bounced free, springing into place until your whole head was covered in soft, defined coils. You shook them out gently, fluffing them with your pick until they framed your face perfectly.

“Cute,” you muttered to yourself, smiling at your reflection.

You leaned closer to the mirror, brushing on foundation, dusting highlight across your cheekbones, and tracing your lips with a brown liner before topping them with gloss. Just as you started on your lashes, your phone buzzed.

Sunghoon: Don’t dress too warm. We’re gonna be running around all day.

You: I thought we were just getting lunch?

Sunghoon: Lunch + anything you want. Don’t argue.

You groaned, but your lips tugged into a smile. This boy.

By the time you spritzed your setting spray, your phone dinged again.

Sunghoon: Don’t take forever. You already look good without all that.

You shook your head, whispering, “He just doesn’t get it.” But you couldn’t help the butterflies rising in your chest. You grabbed your bag, slipped on your shoes, and gave yourself one last look in the mirror.

“Okay,” you whispered to your reflection, curls and gloss on point. “You got this.”

Outside, a car horn announced his arrival. You peeked through the blinds—there he was, hoodie, cap, and mask pulled low, waiting.

⸻

“Finally,” Sunghoon teased as you slid into the passenger seat.

“Don’t start with me,” you shot back, buckling up.

He looked at you once, and that was all it took. His gaze lingered a beat too long, eyes flicking from your curls to your lips.

“What?” you asked, heat rushing up your cheeks.

He cleared his throat, starting the engine. “Nothing. You just look… wow.”

You smirked. “Told you I needed the extra time.”

Leaning over, he tugged your mask higher, his thumb brushing your cheek. “For the record, I would’ve waited all day.”

Your heart skipped, but you quickly turned to the window, hiding your smile.

⸻

First Stop: Streetwear Shop

The mall buzzed with energy as you stepped into the first store. The scent of new fabric mixed with bass-heavy music from the speakers. You drifted toward a rack of hoodies, fingers grazing a lavender one.

Before you could even lift it, Sunghoon was already holding it against your frame, tilting his head like a stylist.

“This one. Definitely this one.”

You laughed. “I didn’t even say I liked it yet.”

He smirked. “I know your style.”

Minutes later, he was at the counter. You tried sliding your card forward, but he gently blocked your hand with his own.

“Hoon—let me at least pay for one thing.”

“Nope.” His voice was calm but firm. “Not today.”

You sighed, cheeks heating. “I feel bad.”

“Don’t.” He leaned down just enough for his words to reach you. “Seeing you happy? That’s worth more than anything in this store.”

Your breath caught, and he walked off with the bag like it was nothing.

⸻

After a few more stops, he tugged you into a cozy café. “You need a break,” he said simply.

You sank into the booth while he ordered—his usual iced americano, your caramel latte piled high with whipped cream. One sip later, he grimaced.

You grinned knowingly. “Regretting your boring choice again?”

“Switch,” he said immediately, sliding his cup toward you.

You shook your head but swapped anyway. “You always do this.”

“Maybe I just like your taste better,” he teased, eyes locked on you as you sipped.

Before you could answer, he raised his phone and snapped a quick picture.

“Hoon!” you laughed, swiping at his screen.

He pulled it back smugly. “Nope. This one’s mine.” He showed you the picture—your lips around the straw, whipped cream dotting your smile. “Perfect.”

⸻

Not long after, you spotted a beauty supply store tucked into the corner. Your eyes lit up. “Wait, can we go in here?”

Sunghoon followed without hesitation, though the confusion was written all over his face the second you hit the natural hair aisle.

He picked up a jar of shea butter. “What’s this for?”

“Moisturizing. Keeps my curls soft.”

He nodded seriously before grabbing edge control. “And this?”

You giggled. “That’s for my baby hairs. You know—edges.” You pointed to your hairline.

“Ohhh.” His eyes widened. “That’s how you get them so neat.”

You tossed curl cream, oil, and a new bonnet into the basket. At checkout, you reached for your card, but Sunghoon slid his across first.

“Hoon! You don’t even know what half this stuff does!”

He grabbed the bag, smirk tugging at his lips. “Doesn’t matter. You do. That’s enough.”

Your heart warmed, and then he added, almost offhandedly, “Actually… I want to learn more about it.”

You blinked. “Why?”

“Because someday, our kids might have your pretty curls. And I should know how to take care of them.”

You froze, mouth open. “You can’t just say stuff like that in public!”

He glanced sideways at you, smirk tugging at his mask. “Why not? It’s true.”

⸻

By the time he tugged you into Pandora, your face was still warm.

“Hoon—no more. You’ve already done enough.”

“Pick something,” he said simply.

You exhaled, then smiled shyly. “What if we got matching bracelets? With each other’s initials.”

His expression softened instantly. “Perfect.”

Twenty minutes later, he was fastening a silver bracelet with an “S” charm on your wrist. He kissed your knuckles gently.

“Now you’ll always have me with you,” he murmured.

You whispered back, “Cheesy.”

“And you love it.”

⸻

On the way out, you dragged him into a sticker photo booth.

“Really?” he groaned.

“Yes. Sit down.”

The camera flashed as you both posed—peace signs, goofy smiles, dramatic faces. In the last frame, Sunghoon leaned in and kissed your cheek. You squealed right as the shutter clicked.

Later, he tucked the strip into his wallet. “That one’s my favorite.”

⸻

By the time you returned, your arms were heavy with bags, but Sunghoon carried most of them.

“What is ALL this?” Jungwon blurted the second you walked in.

“Shopping,” Sunghoon said coolly.

“Or spoiling?” Heeseung smirked.

Before you could answer, Ni-ki grabbed your wrist. “Ooooh, what’s this?” He lifted your arm. “Couple bracelet?!”

The dorm erupted.

“No way!” Jake cackled.

“Hyung?!” Jungwon gasped.

Jay groaned. “Sunghoon… cheesy era unlocked.”

Sunghoon didn’t flinch. He slid onto the couch beside you, lacing his fingers with yours, the silver glinting under the light.

“Laugh all you want,” he said smoothly. “At least I have someone worth matching with.”

The members groaned dramatically, but you hid your smile against his shoulder. When he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, you knew—he didn’t care if they teased.

⸻

Hours later, after you’d put everything away and slipped into bed with your bonnet on, your phone buzzed—Hoonie 💎 calling.

You answered, and his face appeared on the screen, hair damp, hoodie pulled over his head. His grin widened when he saw you.

“There’s my pretty girl,” he said softly.

You rolled your eyes, smiling. “Do you ever get tired of calling me that?”

“Never.” He lifted his wrist to the camera, showing his “Y” charm. “Been staring at this all night.”

You held up your own. “Me too. Feels… official.”

“Good. That’s what I wanted. Something you can look at when I’m not around.” His voice was tender now, no teasing.

You bit your lip. “And when I see it, I’ll think of you spoiling me rotten.”

He chuckled. “Nah. That’s just extra. I just wanted to give you something that meant us.”

You went quiet, tracing the charm with your finger as he yawned softly.

“Get some sleep, pretty girl,” he murmured. “Dream about me.”

You smirked. “You dream about me.”

“Already do,” he whispered, blowing a kiss at the screen.

When you finally hung up, your chest still felt warm. The bracelet caught the light on your wrist as you drifted off to sleep, smiling at the thought of him.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: ─── .

Idk if it’s just me but I just picture sunghoon spoiling tf outta wherever he’s with lol hope you all enjoy :)

[niyaaas-world]

Lee Seokmin x Joshua hong - Another World

pairing : DK x black!fem!reader x Joshua — genre : fluff, smut - requested: yes - warnings: nastiness, cute fluff for real , what we all wish would happen lmao

Decided to make a part 2 :P

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The steady drone of the airplane engines vibrated through Y/N's seat as she gazed out the window, watching the vast expanse of the Pacific Ocean give way to glimpses of the California coastline far below. She was finally heading back to the United States after an intense few weeks in Seoul, where she'd been collaborating on choreography for an up-and-coming idol group. Her muscles still hummed with fatigue from endless hours in the studio, perfecting routines that demanded precision and power. But amid the exhaustion, a warmth lingered in her chest—thoughts of Joshua and DK, the two members of Seventeen who'd turned a one-night spark into a daily ritual of connection. Their messages had become her anchor, pulling her through late nights and early mornings.

As the plane descended into LAX, the seatbelt sign dinged off, and passengers stirred. Y/N stretched her legs, anticipation building as she anticipated checking her phone. The moment the wheels touched down and she was cleared to use devices, her screen lit up with notifications. The group chat with Joshua and DK was at the top, timestamped just minutes ago.

Joshua: Landed yet? We've been refreshing this chat like crazy. Safe travels, beautiful.

DK: Yeah, tell us when you're on solid ground. Can't wait to hear about the flight. And you. 😏

A smile tugged at her lips, easing the jet-lag fog. She typed back while waiting in the aisle, her carry-on slung over her shoulder.

Y/N: Just touched down! Everything was smooth, but I'm ready for a real bed. Miss chatting with you two already.

Joshua: Relief. Get some rest, but don't ghost us. Send a pic of your view from the airport?

DK: Or better yet, a selfie. Need that smile to start my day right.

She snapped a quick photo of the bustling terminal, her face peeking into the frame with a tired but genuine grin, and hit send. Their responses flooded in almost immediately—hearts from Joshua, a string of fire emojis from DK—setting the tone for what would become a flurry of exchanges over the next few days.

The first evening, after dragging her suitcase to her apartment and collapsing onto the couch, Y/N's phone buzzed again. She'd barely kicked off her shoes when the chat lit up.

DK: Home safe? Unpack and tell us about Seoul's best eats. Jealous you're back in the land of good burgers.

Y/N: Finally unpacked. Seoul had killer street food—tteokbokki that could set your mouth on fire. What's your go-to comfort food after a long day?

Joshua: For me, it's ramen. Simple, warm. But I'd trade it for whatever you're cooking right now. How's the jet lag hitting?

Their conversation meandered easily, from food to music. DK shared a clip of a new Seventeen track they were teasing, asking for her honest choreography feedback. Y/N responded with voice notes, humming along and suggesting hip isolations to amp up the sensuality. Joshua chimed in with thoughtful questions about her latest projects, his words always laced with that gentle flirtation that made her stomach flip.

By the second day, the rhythm had settled into something comforting yet charged. Y/N woke to Joshua's good morning text—a sunset photo from Seoul with a caption about how it reminded him of her 'fiery energy.' She replied with a coffee selfie, steam rising from her mug, and the chat exploded from there.

Y/N: Morning (or evening for you?). This brew is saving my life after yesterday's rehearsal.

DK: Looking cute even half-asleep. Rehearsal for what? Spill the deets.

Y/N: Auditioning dancers for a music video. High-energy stuff—lots of lifts and syncopated footwork. Wore me out.

Joshua: Sounds intense. Proud of you. If we were there, I'd be your hype man. Or your personal masseuse after.

Laughter bubbled up as she read that, her thumbs flying over the keys. They delved into deeper territory that afternoon, Y/N venting about a collaborator who kept nitpicking her vision.

Y/N: This guy's like, 'Make it more urban,' but then rejects every street-style move. Frustrating AF.

DK: Tell him to shove it. Your style's what makes it pop. Remember that routine you showed us? Gold.

Joshua: Seriously, trust your gut. We've seen how you command a room—er, screen. You're killing it.

Their encouragement wrapped around her like a hug, turning frustration into motivation. Evenings brought lighter vibes: DK sending goofy dance fails from practice, Joshua sharing poetry snippets that hinted at unspoken feelings. One night, as Y/N soaked in a bath, the chat turned playful.

DK: What's your wind-down ritual? Mine's belting out ballads in the shower.

Y/N: Bath time right now. Bubbles and chill playlist. Yours, Joshua?

Joshua: Reading or stargazing. But imagining you in bubbles? Way better distraction.

The flirtation simmered, a reminder of their shared history, keeping the distance from feeling too vast.

Three months had passed since that electric first meeting in Seoul, a hazy night of tangled limbs and breathless laughter that had unexpectedly evolved into this. What began as sporadic check-ins had morphed into near-daily threads—good mornings, late-night confessions, shared dreams. Y/N felt woven into their lives, her schedule syncing with theirs through time zones. She'd even joined the larger Seventeen group chat, where the thirteen members bantered like a chaotic family, pulling her into inside jokes and virtual game nights.

The announcement of Seventeen's U.S. tour stop for a major award show sent ripples of excitement through the chats. Y/N's phone vibrated nonstop as the full group piled on.

Hoshi: LA bound! Y/N, you in town? We need your dance tips live.

Mingyu: Award show hype. Come watch us slay.

S.Coups: Yeah, make it happen. It's been too long.

She kept her secret close, a thrilled grin hidden as she replied vaguely. The buildup to the event consumed her days—finalizing her own choreography gigs while counting down.

The award show night arrived like a storm of glamour and adrenaline. The venue thrummed with anticipation, spotlights sweeping the red carpet where celebrities posed and fans screamed from barricades. Backstage, Y/N adjusted the straps of her emerald green dress, the fabric clinging to her toned frame like a second skin. Her role as presenter had been a last-minute honor, tied to her rising profile in the industry, but she couldn't wait to see the shock on their faces.

When the host called her name, she strode onto the stage with poised steps, the audience's applause washing over her. Microphone in hand, she scanned the crowd, spotting Seventeen in the front rows, oblivious.

'Tonight, we celebrate global icons who've captured hearts worldwide. For Best International Group, the award goes to... Seventeen!'

The eruption was deafening—cheers, confetti cannons, the thirteen members leaping to their feet in a wave of coordinated chaos. They rushed the stage, suits sharp and smiles brighter, enveloping her in hugs and backslaps. Joshua's eyes met hers first, widening in realization, while DK pulled her into a quick, tight embrace, his whisper lost in the noise: 'You planned this?'

Their acceptance speech was a masterclass in charm: Woozi's heartfelt thanks to Carats, Seungkwan's dramatic flair, Vernon dropping English puns that drew laughs. Hoshi dedicated the win to 'inspiring friends like Y/N,' winking at her as cameras flashed. Poses for photos followed, arms slung around shoulders, the trophy gleaming under the lights.

Backstage, the green room became their sanctuary amid the post-win frenzy. Crew bustled with cables and water bottles, but the group claimed a corner, sprawling on worn couches. Y/N sank between Joshua and DK, the warmth of their bodies a subtle comfort.

'Okay, spill—how long have you known?' Jeonghan teased, popping a champagne cork.

Y/N laughed, accepting a glass. 'A week. Wanted to surprise you. Congrats, seriously—this is massive.'

The conversation flowed like old times, voices overlapping in excitement. Wonwoo leaned against the wall, arms crossed. 'Feels good to be here. Your presence made it perfect.'

As the energy settled, Y/N opened up, her words sincere. 'You guys have no idea the impact you've had on me. That first meeting? It was a turning point. After you shared my choreo clips online, inquiries poured in. Now I'm booked solid—choreographing for tours, judging dance comps, even guesting on shows. From freelance gigs to steady contracts, it's all thanks to your boost. I was struggling before, but now? Thriving.'

The room quieted, nods of pride rippling through. S.Coups smiled. 'We're the ones grateful. Your energy rubbed off—our stages feel sharper because of those tips you sent.'

The8 chimed in. 'And Carats? Exploded internationally. Fan cams of our dances with your influences are everywhere. U.S. shows sell out faster than ever.'

Dino bounced on his toes. 'Yeah! Your routines in edits? Viral. We've grown so much—new albums, world tours. It's wild.'

Stories poured out: Mingyu recounting a fan meet mishap, Joshua sharing how her texts inspired lyrics about longing. Laughter echoed as they swapped updates, the bond feeling unbreakable. Staff eventually herded them toward the after-party, promising more time later.

The after-party pulsed in a lavish ballroom, chandeliers casting golden light over velvet booths and a sprawling dance floor. Y/N navigated the crowd with the group, champagne flutes in hand. They claimed a VIP section, toasting repeatedly—'To Seventeen!' 'To Y/N's surprises!' Shots of soju-infused cocktails appeared, courtesy of playful Vernon and hyped Hoshi, but they sipped moderately, savoring the buzz without overdoing it. Joshua drew her into a slow dance, his hand low on her back, murmuring about how stunning she looked. DK joined for a group sway, his arm brushing hers, eyes sparkling with unspoken heat.

Conversations splintered—gossip about other artists, plans for future collabs—until yawns crept in around 1 AM. 'Time to crash,' Joshua said, stifling one. Hugs and cheek kisses exchanged, the group dispersed to their hotel vans. Y/N slipped into a cab for her downtown suite, the city lights blurring past as she replayed the night.

She'd just changed into a silk robe, the clock ticking past 1:30 AM, when her phone vibrated harshly on the nightstand. A message from DK in their private chat: an image that made her breath catch. His hand wrapped around his thick cock, veins prominent, tip glistening with pre-cum as he stroked slowly. The caption: Can't sleep. Thinking of you. Wish this was your hand.

Heat flooded her core, confusion mixing with arousal. She hit call without thinking, the line ringing twice before his voice answered, husky and slurred from lingering drinks.

'Y/N? Saw you call—fuck, that pic was impulsive.'

'What the hell, DK?' she said, half-laughing, half-breathless. 'You okay? That's... bold.'

He chuckled low, the sound ragged. 'Drunk and horny. Party got me reminiscing about you. Come over? Our hotel's close—please. Need you now.'

Her resolve crumbled instantly, the pull too strong. 'Address. I'm coming.'

Twenty minutes later, she knocked softly on the suite door, robe swapped for jeans and a fitted top that hugged her curves. DK yanked it open, eyes dark with lust, pulling her inside before the door even clicked shut. His mouth crashed onto hers, tongue delving deep, hands yanking at her shirt to expose her bra. She moaned into the kiss, fingers clawing at his pants, freeing his hard cock that she'd just seen in pixels.

'Been dying for this,' he growled, shoving her against the wall, hiking her top up to suck on her nipple through lace. His teeth grazed, then bit lightly, sending jolts straight to her pussy. Y/N ground against his thigh, already wet, as he spun her around, bending her over the nearby desk. Jeans and panties shoved down, he spanked her ass hard—once, twice—the sharp stings making her yelp and arch.

'Good girl, taking it like that,' he praised, spitting on his fingers before rubbing her puckered hole. 'Gonna fuck your ass tonight. You want that?'

'Yes—please,' she gasped, pushing back.

He spat again, slicking his cock, then pressed the head against her tight ring. Slow at first, he pushed in, the burn stretching her wide. Inch by inch, he filled her ass, groaning at the vice-like grip. 'So fucking tight. Perfect little hole for me.'

Once seated deep, he started thrusting, shallow then deeper, one hand choking her throat from behind, fingers squeezing just enough to make her vision spark. She clawed the desk, the mix of pain and pleasure building fast. His free hand reached around to rub her clit, but then— a knock at the door.

DK paused, buried to the hilt. 'Ignore it,' he muttered, but the knock came again, insistent.

'It's Joshua—open up!'

DK pulled out with a wet pop, smirking as he grabbed a robe. 'This'll be fun.' He cracked the door, and Joshua stumbled in, eyes widening at the sight: Y/N bent over, ass red from spanks, glistening with spit.

'Fuck... room for one more?' Joshua asked, already stripping, his cock springing free, hard and ready.

Y/N nodded eagerly. 'Join us.'

Joshua approached, kissing her deeply while DK resumed spanking her cheeks, each smack echoing. 'Look at you, so eager,' Joshua murmured, spitting into her open mouth before kissing her again, the salty taste mixing with their tongues. She swallowed, moaning as DK lubed her pussy with more spit, sliding two fingers in to stretch her.

They maneuvered her to the bed, Joshua lying back so she could sink onto his cock, her pussy swallowing him whole in one slick drop. He thrust up, hands on her hips, while DK knelt behind, spitting on her ass before pushing back in. Double-penetrated, Y/N cried out, the fullness overwhelming—Joshua's thick length pounding her front, DK's girth claiming her rear.

'That's it, take both our cocks,' DK grunted, spanking her ass rhythmically, red welts blooming. His hand snaked around to choke her again, thumb pressing her pulse. Joshua praised from below, 'Such a good slut for us, pussy clenching so tight. Swallow my dick deeper.'

She rode them hard, bodies slapping, sweat-slicked skin sliding. Joshua spat on her tits, rubbing it in as he pinched her nipples. The coil tightened—DK's thrusts erratic in her ass, Joshua's hips snapping up. She came first, screaming, walls pulsing around both, milking them.

DK pulled out, stroking to cum on her spanked ass, hot ropes painting her skin. Joshua flipped her, choking her lightly as he fucked her missionary, burying deep to flood her pussy with his release.

Panting, they collapsed, but Joshua's hand trailed back to her ass. 'Not done. Round two—your turn to choose.'

Y/N grinned, pulling them close. 'Anal again. Both of you.'

The night blurred into more—spit-slicked holes, choking grips, praising whispers amid spanks—until exhaustion claimed them, bodies entwined in satisfied bliss.

The first rays of dawn filtered through the heavy hotel curtains, casting a soft glow over the tangled sheets and sweat-dampened bodies. Y/N stirred first, her muscles aching in the best way from the night's relentless rhythm. Joshua lay on her left, his arm draped possessively over her waist, breath steady against her shoulder. DK flanked her right, one leg hooked over hers, his hand still loosely gripping her thigh as if afraid she'd slip away. The air hung thick with the scent of sex—musk, salt, and the faint tang of spilled release.

She shifted slightly, eliciting a low groan from DK as his eyes fluttered open. 'Morning already?' he mumbled, voice rough from hours of moans and commands. His fingers traced lazy circles on her skin, dipping toward the curve of her ass, still tender from the spanks that had left faint red marks.

Joshua woke with a stretch, his cock twitching against her hip as he pressed closer. 'Couldn't have dreamed a better wake-up,' he said, lips brushing her ear. He nuzzled her neck, then captured her mouth in a slow, deep kiss, tongue sliding in to taste the remnants of last night's passion.

Y/N melted into it, her body igniting anew despite the exhaustion. 'You two are insatiable,' she whispered when they broke apart, but her hand betrayed her words, reaching down to wrap around Joshua's hardening length, stroking firmly from base to tip.

DK chuckled, rolling her onto her back so he could hover above. 'Says the one who begged for more anal just hours ago.' He spat into his palm, slicking his own cock before guiding her hand to join the motion. She pumped them both now, alternating grips, watching their faces contort with pleasure.

'Look at you, handling us so well,' Joshua praised, his free hand sliding between her legs to part her folds. He found her clit swollen and sensitive, circling it with his thumb while two fingers plunged into her soaked pussy. She bucked up, gasping as he curled them against her walls.

DK leaned down, spitting directly onto her exposed breasts, the warm saliva dripping over her nipples. He smeared it with his tongue, sucking hard on one peak while pinching the other. 'Taste so good covered in us,' he murmured, then moved up to kiss her, letting more spit pool in her mouth before she swallowed it down with a needy whimper.

The praise fueled her, heat coiling tight in her belly. 'Fuck me again,' she demanded, releasing their cocks to spread her legs wide. 'Both of you—fill me up.'

Joshua positioned himself first, lining up at her entrance and thrusting in deep with one smooth motion. Her pussy clenched around him, still slick from their earlier loads. He set a punishing pace, hips snapping forward, each drive hitting that spot that made stars burst behind her eyes.

DK watched for a moment, stroking himself, then knelt behind Joshua—wait, no, he maneuvered around, lifting her hips slightly so he could access her ass. 'Gonna take this tight hole while he owns your cunt,' he growled, spitting copiously on her puckered entrance before pressing the head of his cock in.

The stretch burned deliciously as he sank inside, inch by thick inch, until she was impaled on both. They moved in tandem now—Joshua pulling out as DK pushed in, then reversing, their cocks rubbing against each other through the thin wall separating her channels. Y/N's cries filled the room, muffled only when Joshua's hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her pulse race.

'Good girl, taking two cocks like a champ,' Joshua rasped, his thrusts growing erratic. 'Your pussy's milking me so hard—gonna cum deep inside.'

DK's hand came down on her ass cheek with a sharp smack, the sound cracking like a whip. 'And this ass? Squeezing me perfect. Such a dirty slut for us.' Another spank followed, then another, her skin blooming pink under his palm. He spat on where they joined, the added slickness letting him pound harder, balls slapping against her.

The dual assault overwhelmed her—choking pressure on her neck, stinging slaps on her rear, the relentless friction inside. She shattered first, orgasm ripping through her like lightning, walls spasming around their lengths. Her vision blurred, body arching off the bed as she screamed their names.

Joshua followed seconds later, his grip tightening on her throat as he buried deep, hot cum flooding her pussy in thick spurts. 'Fuck—yes, take it all,' he groaned, collapsing forward to bite her shoulder.

DK held out longest, spanking her ass one final time before pulling out and flipping her onto her stomach. He straddled her thighs, stroking furiously over her reddened cheeks. 'Open wide,' he ordered, and she turned her head, mouth agape. But instead, he aimed lower—ropes of cum painting her spanked flesh, dripping down her crack.

They panted in the aftermath, Joshua easing off her neck to massage the marks, while DK collapsed beside her, pulling her into his chest. 'Round three later?' he teased, kissing her forehead.

Y/N laughed breathlessly, sandwiched between them. 'Only if you feed me breakfast first.' The morning stretched ahead, full of lazy touches and whispered promises, their connection deeper than ever in the quiet hotel suite.

[niyaaas-world]

Spotlight - Lee Heeseung

pairing : Heeseung x black!fem!reader — genre : fluff, sneaking around , — requested: no - warnings: none, just a little makeout sesh

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grand auditorium of the International Music Awards buzzed with electric anticipation. Crystal chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceiling, casting a kaleidoscope of lights over the sea of celebrities, musicians, and industry moguls. Red carpet arrivals had been a whirlwind of flashing cameras and designer gowns, but now, as the show kicked off, the real magic—or chaos—began. You, the rising pop star known for your powerhouse vocals and unapologetic stage presence, adjusted the microphone clipped to your sparkling bodysuit. Your skin glowed under the stage lights, a rich mahogany tone that contrasted beautifully with the silver sequins hugging your curves. Your hair was styled in sleek waves cascading down your back, and your makeup was bold—smoky eyes that could command a room, full lips painted a deep crimson.

Backstage, you caught a glimpse of ENHYPEN through a monitor. They were up soon, and you'd heard the hype about their latest album. Your heart skipped a beat when you spotted Heeseung, the group's oldest, with his sharp jawline, tousled dark hair, and those piercing eyes that seemed to hold a quiet intensity. You'd crossed paths briefly during rehearsals earlier that day—a polite nod in the hallway, nothing more—but something about him lingered in your mind.

Your performance slot arrived. The lights dimmed, and a low bass thrummed through the speakers as you strutted onto the stage. The crowd erupted as your backup dancers flanked you, their movements synchronized to the pulsing beat of your hit single, "Midnight Fire." You poured your soul into it, hips swaying with rhythmic precision, voice soaring from sultry lows to explosive highs. Sweat glistened on your collarbone as you hit the chorus, dropping to your knees for the bridge, the audience hanging on every note. It was raw, it was fierce—your heritage shining through in the soulful inflections that made your music uniquely yours.

From his seat in the artist section, Heeseung couldn't look away. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, mesmerized by the way you owned the stage. Your energy was infectious, a blend of vulnerability and power that pulled him in. He'd seen plenty of performances, but yours felt personal, like you were singing directly to the shadows in his own heart. When you locked eyes with the crowd during the final crescendo, he swore for a split second that your gaze flickered toward him. His pulse quickened, a warmth spreading through his chest that had nothing to do with the venue's spotlights.

As your set ended with thunderous applause, you bowed, chest heaving, a triumphant smile breaking across your face. You slipped backstage, high-fiving your team, still buzzing from the adrenaline. Grabbing a water bottle, you peeked at the monitor just in time to see ENHYPEN take the stage. The lights shifted to a cooler blue hue, and there they were—seven young men in sleek black attire, exuding synchronized charisma. But your eyes zeroed in on Heeseung. He stood center, gripping the mic with confident ease as the synth-heavy intro of their new track, "Eclipse," filled the air.

Heeseung's voice cut through like velvet thunder, smooth and emotive, layering over the intricate choreography. They moved as one, flips and spins that defied gravity, but it was his solo verse that hooked you. He stepped forward, eyes closing briefly as he sang about hidden desires and fleeting connections, his tone laced with a husky depth that sent shivers down your spine. You watched, transfixed, as he poured emotion into every line, his body language fluid and expressive. The way his fingers gripped the mic stand, the subtle flex of his arms under the fitted shirt—it was captivating. By the time they hit the high-energy chorus, you were leaning against the wall, biting your lip, completely in awe. Who was this guy? His performance wasn't just polished; it was alive, mirroring the passion you felt in your own music.

The show dragged on with awards and speeches, but the air between your sections felt charged. You caught Heeseung glancing your way during a commercial break, a small smile tugging at his lips when your eyes met. It was fleeting, but enough to spark curiosity. Nominations came and went— you snagged one for Best New Artist, and ENHYPEN won for Group Performance. Congratulations rippled through the crowd, but neither of you approached the other. Not yet.

Hours later, the after-party shifted the energy from formal to electric. The venue transformed into a lavish lounge overlooking the city skyline, with velvet ropes, thumping bass from a DJ booth, and an open bar flowing with champagne and cocktails. You arrived in a sleek black mini-dress that hugged your figure, the fabric shimmering like liquid night against your skin. Your heels clicked against the marble floor as you navigated the crowd, accepting hugs from fellow artists and sipping a flute of bubbly to unwind.

Heeseung was there with his members, dressed down in a crisp white button-up rolled to his elbows and dark jeans that accentuated his lean build. The group clustered near a high-top table, laughing over shots, but Heeseung's eyes scanned the room restlessly. When he spotted you across the way, laughing with a producer, time seemed to slow. Your dress caught the low lights, highlighting the curve of your hips and the graceful line of your neck. He excused himself from the conversation, grabbing a fresh drink as an excuse to wander.

You turned just as he approached, nearly colliding in the throng of bodies. "Whoa—sorry," he said, steadying you with a gentle hand on your arm. His touch was warm, lingering a second too long.

"No harm done," you replied, your voice carrying that signature lilt from your performances. Up close, he was even more striking—tall, with a faint scent of cologne that mixed sandalwood and citrus. "Heeseung, right? Killer set tonight."

His eyes lit up, a genuine grin spreading. "And you're... well, everyone knows you. That performance? Insane. I couldn't stop watching."

The compliment warmed you more than the alcohol already buzzing in your veins. You clinked glasses, falling into easy chatter about the show, the nerves, the highs of performing. Minutes blurred into an hour as you both loosened up, the tipsiness from shared rounds of tequila sunrises making laughter come freer, touches accidental but electric—a brush of fingers when passing a drink, a lean-in to hear over the music.

His members glanced over occasionally, but Heeseung waved them off, drawn into your orbit. You talked about everything: the grind of tours, the thrill of a perfect harmony, even the awkward award show small talk. There was a spark, undeniable, in the way his gaze held yours, dark and intent.

"It's stuffy in here," you said eventually, fanning yourself with a hand, the alcohol making your skin flush. "Wanna find some air?"

He nodded, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Lead the way."

You slipped through a side door into a dimly lit balcony overlooking the glittering city. The cool night breeze was a relief, carrying hints of rain on the horizon. Alone now, the flirtation amped up. He leaned against the railing beside you, close enough that your shoulders touched.

"You know, I kept thinking about your voice during our set," he admitted, voice low. "Like, how do you hit those notes?"

You turned to face him, emboldened by the buzz. "Practice. And a little fire inside. What about you? That emotion in your solo—where's it from?"

His hand found yours on the rail, thumb tracing a light circle. "Real life, I guess. Moments like this."

The pull was magnetic. You stepped closer, and he met you halfway, his lips brushing yours in a tentative kiss that quickly deepened. It started soft—his mouth warm and exploratory, tasting of lime and tequila. Your hands slid up his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heart under the thin fabric. Heeseung's fingers tangled in your hair, tilting your head as the kiss grew hungrier, tongues dancing in a slow, teasing rhythm.

You pressed against him, the heat of his body seeping through your dress. His free hand settled on your waist, pulling you flush, a soft groan escaping when you nipped his lower lip. The world narrowed to this—the slide of his lips, the way he kissed like he sang, with full commitment. Your back hit the balcony wall gently, and he followed, one knee nudging between yours for balance. It was intense but restrained, breaths mingling in the cool air, no rush beyond the building ache.

A sudden burst of laughter from inside shattered the moment. Footsteps approached, and Heeseung pulled back reluctantly, forehead resting against yours. "They're looking for me," he murmured, eyes dark with want.

The door swung open, revealing Jay and Sunghoon, Heeseung's members, scanning the balcony. "Hyung! There you are," Jay called, spotting him. "We've been waiting—photos, then we're heading out."

Sunghoon's eyes widened slightly at the sight of you, but he played it cool. "Oh, hey. Didn't mean to interrupt."

Heeseung straightened, but his hand stayed on your hip, possessive. "Give me a minute?"

You smoothed your dress, cheeks warm, but smiled at them. "No worries, guys. Great meeting you."

Jay nodded politely. "You too. That performance was fire."

Heeseung turned back to you, reluctance etched in his features. "I don't want to go. Not yet. Can I... get your number? Or see you again?"

The vulnerability in his voice tugged at you. You pulled out your phone, exchanging digits quickly. "Text me. Soon."

As his members tugged him away, he glanced back, that awe from earlier mirrored in his eyes—now mixed with something deeper, a promise of more stolen moments. You watched him disappear into the party, heart racing, already replaying the kiss. The night air felt charged, full of possibilities, and for the first time in a long while, the spotlight felt shared.

Epilogue Tease

The next morning, your phone buzzed with a simple text: Can't stop thinking about last night. Coffee? - Heeseung. You smiled, typing back a yes, the awe from the award show evolving into anticipation for what came next.

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I haven’t posted in a while lol but I hope you all enjoy

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I want more Blk (POC) Engenes on my TL! Why are you guys hiding from me! Lmao

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Party Girl - Park Jeongseong

pairing : Jay x black!fem!reader — genre : fluff, little bit of smut — requested: no - warnings: none go a little bit of Eater Jay

Requested : No

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The LA sun had dipped low, painting the sky in streaks of orange and pink as Jay's plane touched down. He'd come to visit his old friends from the trainee days—Marcus, Lena, and a handful of others who'd made the move to the States years back. Seoul felt a world away, with its relentless schedules and flashing lights, but here in Los Angeles, Jay craved the simplicity of just hanging out. His phone buzzed nonstop with group chat invites, and when Marcus texted about a house party up in the Hollywood Hills, Jay couldn't say no. 'It's low-key, promise,' Marcus lied through emoji. 'Just come unwind.'

Jay dressed casual—black hoodie unzipped over a plain tee, jeans that hugged his legs just right, sneakers scuffed from travel. The rideshare wound up narrow roads lined with palm trees, dropping him at a modern house perched on a cliff, music already pulsing from open doors. Laughter spilled out, mixing with the scent of grilled food and chlorine from the pool out back. Marcus greeted him at the entrance with a bear hug. 'Dude, you made it! Beers are in the kitchen—let's get you settled.'

The place was alive, bodies swaying to R&B tracks, fairy lights twinkling overhead. Jay nursed a drink, chatting with the crew about everything from old memories to new gigs, but his eyes kept drifting. Then he saw her. In the thick of the living room crowd, Y/N commanded attention without trying. Her brown skin gleamed under the warm glow of lamps, curly hair cascading in loose coils down her back, framing a face that lit up with every smile. She wore a fitted red dress that clung to her curves, the hem flirting with her thighs as she moved. People orbited her—friends pulling her into hugs, strangers drawn by her easy charisma. Jay's stomach flipped; she was magnetic, pulling him in from across the room.

'Who's that?' he murmured to Lena, nodding subtly.

Lena smirked, following his gaze. 'Y/N. She's a force—dancer, influencer, the whole package. Super popular around here. If you're into her, good luck. She's got a line a mile long tonight.'

Jay swallowed, but determination sparked. He wasn't one to back down, especially not from someone who made his pulse race like this. Waiting for a lull in her conversation, he approached, heart pounding. 'Hi, I'm Jay. Friend of Marcus's. This party's got some serious energy—you seem right at home.'

Y/N turned, her dark eyes locking on his with a playful glint. Up close, her curls smelled like vanilla and shea butter, her full lips parting in a grin. 'Jay, huh? Love the accent. Korea? I'm Y/N. And yeah, this is my vibe. You look like you're enjoying it too—or are you just scoping the scene?'

They clicked instantly, her teasing his 'cute' foreign charm, him laughing at her quick wit. But before he could ask for her number, a group of girls whisked her away to the dance floor. 'Duty calls!' she called over her shoulder, hips already swaying to the beat.

That was the start of his night-long pursuit. Y/N was a social storm, flitting from group to group, her laughter echoing everywhere. Jay trailed her like a shadow, determined to steal moments. On the patio, where she leaned against the railing chatting with a cluster of artists about upcoming collabs, he sidled up with two fresh drinks. 'Brought you this—figured you could use a break from the chaos.'

She accepted it with a raised brow, sipping as her friends eyed him curiously. 'Persistent, aren't you? What's your deal, Jay?'

'I just... really want to talk to you,' he admitted, voice earnest, eyes wide like a kid begging for a treat. 'Please? Five minutes?'

Her friends cooed at his puppy-dog plea, and Y/N's smile softened. 'Alright, five minutes. But make it good.' They chatted about her love for choreography, his passion for music, but soon a guy in a graphic tee pulled her into a debate about playlists. Jay hovered nearby, waiting, until she glanced back. 'You're still here?'

'Begging for more time,' he said with a sheepish grin, clasping his hands dramatically. 'Don't leave me hanging, Y/N.'

She laughed, the sound warm and throaty, but the night pulled her onward. At the snack table, surrounded by hungry partygoers piling plates with wings and dips, Jay appeared again, holding out a napkin. 'Try this—it's got that spicy kick you mentioned liking.'

'How'd you even hear that?' she asked, amused, as she took a bite.

'Ears everywhere when it comes to you,' he replied, leaning in close enough to catch the heat from her skin. Her friends dragged her to join a karaoke session next, where she belted out a soulful tune, voice rich and confident, curls bouncing as she owned the mic. Jay clapped loudest from the sidelines, then cornered her during the applause. 'That was incredible. Can I... buy you a real drink after? Please?'

Y/N's cheeks flushed—not just from the alcohol she'd been sipping steadily, but from his unwavering attention. 'You're relentless, puppy. Fine, one drink.' They grabbed shots at the bar area, her body brushing his in the crowd, sending sparks up his arm. She was tipsy now, movements looser, giggles spilling freer as tequila warmed her veins. But popularity didn't wane; a wave of admirers kept interrupting—old friends, flirty strangers—each stealing her away.

Jay didn't quit. By the pool, where she dipped her toes in the water chatting with swimmers, he knelt beside her, voice soft and pleading. 'Y/N, come dance with me? Just one song? I'm dying over here without you.'

She tilted her head, curls falling over one shoulder, her brown skin shimmering with a light sheen from the humid night. 'Begging again? You're too cute for your own good.' But she let him pull her up, their hands lingering as they swayed to a slow jam amid the chaos. Her body pressed close, curves molding against him, and for a moment, the world narrowed to just them—her breath on his neck, his hand at her waist.

As the hours ticked by, the party's frenzy softened. Y/N's drinks had caught up; she stumbled slightly on the way back inside, leaning heavily on a wall. Jay was there in an instant, arm around her waist. 'Hey, you okay? Let's sit down.'

'Mmm, maybe too many shots,' she admitted, words slurring just a bit, eyes glassy but affectionate as she looked at him. 'You're always popping up, huh? My knight or something?'

He guided her to a quieter couch in the dim living room, away from the dying beats. 'More like your shadow. Water?' He fetched a bottle, kneeling to hand it to her, his free hand brushing her knee. She sipped, sighing as the cool liquid soothed her.

'Thanks, Jay. You're sweet. Most guys would've bailed by now.' She patted the cushion beside her, and he sat close, letting her head rest on his shoulder. Her curls tickled his jaw, body warm and soft against his side.

'I couldn't bail. Not on you,' he murmured, fingers tracing light patterns on her arm. 'Tell me more about your dances? Or... anything. I just want you here.'

She hummed, the alcohol making her bold and cuddly. They whispered for what felt like hours—her sharing dreams of touring with her crew, him confessing how her energy had floored him from the start. Her hand found his thigh, squeezing gently, and the air thickened with unspoken want. Y/N shifted, straddling his lap suddenly, her dress riding up to expose smooth brown thighs. 'You begged all night... what do you want now, puppy?'

Jay's breath hitched, hands gripping her hips as her core pressed against the growing bulge in his jeans. 'You. All of you. Please, Y/N—let me make you feel good. I need to taste you.' His voice cracked with desperation, eyes pleading up at her flushed face.

She bit her lip, arousal flickering in her hazy gaze. 'Beg for it proper, then.'

'Please,' he whispered, nuzzling her neck, lips brushing her skin. 'Let me eat your pussy. I want to lick you until you cum on my tongue. I've been dying for it all night—please, Y/N, I'll do anything.'

Her laughter was breathy, fingers tangling in his hair as she nodded. 'Alright, beggar. Take me somewhere private.'

He scooped her up carefully, her legs wrapping around his waist, and carried her down a hallway to an empty guest room. The door clicked shut, muffling the party's hum. Jay laid her on the bed gently, mindful of her buzz, kissing her deeply—tongues sliding, her moans soft against his mouth. He peeled her dress up, exposing her lace panties already damp with need. 'So beautiful,' he breathed, hooking fingers in the fabric and tugging them down her legs.

Y/N's brown skin glowed in the low light, her pussy bare and glistening, folds plump and inviting. Jay settled between her thighs, hands spreading her wide, inhaling her musky scent. 'Fuck, you smell so good.' He dove in without hesitation, tongue flat and broad as he licked from her entrance to her clit in one slow stroke.

She gasped, back arching, curls splaying across the pillow. 'Jay—oh shit, yes.' His mouth worked her eagerly, lips sucking her clit gently at first, then harder, tongue flicking the sensitive nub. He begged between laps, voice muffled against her wet heat. 'Taste so sweet—please, cum for me. Let me have it all.'

Y/N's hands gripped his hair, hips bucking as pleasure built. He slid his tongue inside her, fucking her with it, nose bumping her clit while his fingers dug into her thighs. Her walls clenched around him, juices coating his chin, and she cried out, body trembling as orgasm crashed over her—waves of bliss making her thighs quake around his head.

Jay lapped her through it, not stopping until she tugged him up, panting. 'Come here, you.' She kissed him messily, tasting herself on his lips, then curled into his side, the high leaving her sleepy and sated.

He held her close, stroking her curls as her breaths evened out. 'Sleep, beautiful. I've got you.' The cuteness of it all—his protective arm around her, her soft snores against his chest—melted him. No regrets, just the warmth of connection.

Dawn crept in, sunlight filtering through blinds. Y/N stirred, groaning at the headache but smiling when she saw him. 'Last night... wow. You weren't kidding about chasing.'

Jay chuckled, kissing her forehead. 'Worth every beg. Coffee?'

She nodded, fingers lacing with his. 'And your number. This puppy's staying in LA a bit longer.'

As they joined the hungover crew for breakfast, stealing glances and touches, Jay knew this was just the beginning—sweet, steamy, and full of promise.

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Happy BHM! More to come :)

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Lee Seokmin , Hong Joshua - Another World

pairing : DK x black!fem!reader x Joshua — genre : fluff, Just reader being a fangirl lowk, — requested: yes - warnings: none, cute fluff for real , what we all wish would happen lmao

Requested by : @miazzatchanniesroom

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Y/N sat in front of her vanity mirror, the soft glow of ring lights illuminating her face as she adjusted her setup for the evening's live stream. As a wildly popular influencer with millions of followers across platforms, her makeup tutorials were a weekly ritual that drew in crowds from all corners of the internet. Tonight was no different—or so she thought. She was a die-hard K-pop fan, specifically a CARAT, but she rarely dove deep into that world on camera. Her content was a mix of beauty tips, lifestyle vlogs, and the occasional dance cover that had skyrocketed her fame. But her fans knew her passions ran deep, and tonight, they were prying.

She hit 'Go Live' on Instagram, her phone propped up perfectly. 'Hey everyone! What's up? It's your girl Y/N, back with another makeup session. I'm feeling a bold look tonight—smoky eyes and a red lip. Drop your questions in the comments, and I'll chat while I work.'

The viewer count skyrocketed almost immediately, hitting 50,000 in minutes. Comments flooded in: hearts, fire emojis, and the usual barrage of questions. Y/N smiled, her dark curls framing her face as she picked up her primer. 'Alright, first question from @beautyqueen23: What's your go-to skincare routine for travel? Girl, I swear by hyaluronic acid serums and those sheet masks you can slap on during flights. Keeps my skin hydrated without the drama.'

She blended the primer into her skin, her movements practiced and fluid. More questions poured in. '@foodieforever: Favorite late-night snack? Easy—spicy ramen with an egg on top. But don't judge me if I burn my tongue every time.' Y/N laughed, her voice warm and infectious, drawing even more viewers. She moved on to foundation, matching her rich brown tone seamlessly.

The chat shifted gears. K-pop questions started trickling in, and Y/N's heart skipped a beat. She was a CARAT through and through, but she'd kept her ultimate biases under wraps to avoid the fan wars. '@carat4life: Y/N, spill! Who's your bias in SEVENTEEN? We know you're a fan!' Y/N paused, her eyeliner pencil hovering mid-air. She bit her lip, glancing at the camera with a playful smirk. 'Okay, okay, you got me. I've been holding out, but since y'all are twisting my arm... My biases are DK and Joshua. Like, come on—DK's energy is unmatched, that smile could light up a stadium, and Joshua's voice? Smooth as butter. They're the full package.'

The chat exploded. Emojis flew, and new viewers piled in. '@diamondcarat: Wait, DK and Joshua? Iconic duo! Why them specifically?' Y/N chuckled as she winged her liner. 'DK because he's got that sunshine vibe—always hyping everyone up, and his vocals in 'Ready to Love'? Chef's kiss. Joshua... he's got this calm, gentlemanly charm, but then he hits those high notes and you're done. Plus, their chemistry in performances? Electric.'

She didn't stop there. Fans kept probing. '@kpopvibesonly: Favorite SEVENTEEN era?' 'Adore U for the fun, but Home; Sweet Home for the feels,' Y/N replied, dusting on highlighter that caught the light on her cheekbones. Non-K-pop questions interspersed: '@fitgirlgang: Workout tips? Pilates three times a week—keeps me toned without killing my vibe.' She demonstrated a quick stretch, her athletic build evident from years of dance practice.

The live stretched on for over an hour. Y/N answered about her favorite books ('The Hate U Give—powerful stuff'), travel dreams ('Japan for the cherry blossoms'), and even relationship advice ('Communication is key, but don't forget the little gestures'). By the end, as she set her red lipstick, the bias reveal had sparked a frenzy. 'Thanks for hanging out, fam! Love y'all—see you next time.' She blew a kiss and ended the stream, unaware of the storm she'd just ignited.

Y/N's birthday was just days away, and her revelation had CARATs buzzing. Her own fans, a diverse mix of beauty enthusiasts and K-pop lovers, saw an opportunity. Social media lit up with threads on Twitter: #Y/NxSEVENTEEN, fans tagging @pledis_17 and pleading for a birthday message from DK and Joshua. 'Y/N spilled her biases—give her the birthday love she deserves!' one viral tweet read, racking up thousands of retweets.

CARATs joined the chorus, creating fan edits of Y/N's dance covers synced to SEVENTEEN tracks. Her influence was massive—over 10 million followers—and the crossover appeal was undeniable. Petitions circulated, and by her birthday eve, it trended worldwide. Pledis took notice, but it was the idols themselves who caught wind through their managers.

A few days after her birthday—which she'd celebrated with a low-key party streamed live—Y/N decided to drop something special. As a renowned dance cover artist, her videos often went viral, blending her precise moves with K-pop choreography. She chose SEVENTEEN's 'HOT,' a track that showcased her biases perfectly. In her home studio, lit with neon lights, Y/N wore a cropped hoodie and high-waisted leggings that hugged her curves, her black skin glowing under the spots.

She hit record, syncing her phone to the beat. Her body moved with effortless grace—sharp isolations, fluid waves, and powerful locks that captured the song's fiery energy. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she nailed the chorus, her hips popping in rhythm, arms slicing through the air. The cover was two minutes of pure fire, ending with a fierce pose that screamed confidence.

Uploading to TikTok and Instagram Reels, she captioned: 'Channeling my biases' energy in #SEVENTEEN #HOT. Who's ready to burn it up? 🔥 #DanceCover #Y/NVibes.' Within hours, it exploded. Views climbed to millions, duets poured in, and CARATs shared it relentlessly. 'This is INSANE—Y/N slays!' comments flooded. By evening, it was trending, her name alongside SEVENTEEN's.

In the SEVENTEEN dorm, practice had just wrapped. The members lounged in the living room, scrolling phones amid snacks. Mingyu, ever the social media hawk, paused mid-bite of his protein bar. 'Yo, guys—check this out. Y/N, that influencer? Her dance cover to 'HOT' is everywhere.' He pulled up the video on the TV, the group gathering around.

DK's eyes widened as Y/N's figure filled the screen, her movements syncing flawlessly. 'Whoa, she's good. And she said we're her biases? That's wild.' Joshua leaned in, a soft smile playing on his lips. 'Her energy matches the choreo perfectly. Look at that hip work—spot on.' The room buzzed with approval; Hoshi nodded vigorously. 'She's got talent. No wonder it's viral.' Mingyu grinned. 'Twitter's blowing up with her and our names. Fans want us to react or something.'

A few days passed, and the trends held strong. #Y/NxDKxJoshua trended globally, fan theories and edits multiplying. During a group meeting, their manager brought it up. 'The buzz is good exposure. What if we film a quick birthday video for her? She's huge—could lead to collabs.' DK and Joshua exchanged glances, both intrigued. 'Let's do it,' DK said enthusiastically. Joshua nodded. 'Yeah, she deserves it after that shoutout.'

They set up in the practice room, casual in hoodies and jeans. DK started: 'Hey Y/N! Happy belated birthday from your biases. Loved your live—thanks for the love. That dance cover? Fire!' Joshua followed, his voice gentle: 'You're killing it out there. Keep shining—CARATs are proud.' They ended with synchronized waves, the clip short but heartfelt. Posted on Weverse and Twitter, it amassed millions of views overnight, fans screaming in the replies.

Word traveled fast in the industry. HYBE, with their vast network, monitored trends closely. A few days after the video dropped, executives reviewed analytics. Y/N's metrics were staggering—cross-cultural appeal, especially in the US and global markets. 'She's a goldmine,' one said. 'Pairing her with SEVENTEEN could boost international streams.'

They called in Joshua and DK for a private meeting in a sleek HYBE conference room. The execs laid it out: 'Y/N's influence is massive. We're thinking a collaboration—maybe a content series or dance challenge. What do you think?' DK's face lit up. 'I'm in. Her energy would vibe with us.' Joshua considered, then smiled. 'Sounds fun. She's talented—let's make it happen.' The deal was greenlit, outlines sketched for a 'Day in the Life' vlog and a YouTube interview segment.

Back in the US, Y/N was editing a new tutorial when her phone rang—her management team. 'Y/N, big news. HYBE reached out. They want you for a collab with SEVENTEEN—specifically DK and Joshua. Flights to Korea, full production, including a YouTube interview on your channel. This is huge!'

Y/N froze, her heart racing. 'Wait, what? Like, for real? An interview too?' Her manager laughed. 'Dead serious. Pack your bags—they're excited.' She squealed, jumping up. 'Oh my God, this is a dream! My biases? Collabing and on my YouTube? I'm screaming!' She paced her apartment, already envisioning the trip. That night, she posted a subtle teaser on Stories: 'Big things coming... 🇰🇷✨' Fans speculated wildly.

A few weeks later, Y/N touched down in Incheon Airport, nerves buzzing. A HYBE rep whisked her to a luxury hotel in Gangnam, her suite overlooking the city lights. Jet-lagged but exhilarated, she unpacked—outfits curated for the shoot, notebook in hand.

Alone in the room, she sat cross-legged on the bed, flipping open her journal. 'Okay, questions for the vlog and interview,' she murmured. 'DK, what's your pre-stage ritual? Joshua, how do you unwind after tours? For YouTube, maybe deeper stuff—like favorite collabs or fan moments.' She practiced aloud, her voice steadying. 'Y/N, tell us about your journey as an influencer.' She role-played responses, smiling at her reflection. 'This is it—professional, fun, no fangirling too hard.' But inside, excitement simmered; meeting them felt surreal.

The next morning, a van picked her up for HYBE studios. DK and Joshua waited in the lobby, both in casual athleisure—DK's bright smile immediate, Joshua's warm handshake polite. 'Y/N, right? Huge fan of your covers,' DK said, his energy infectious. Joshua added, 'Glad you made it. This'll be fun.'

Cameras rolled for the 'Day in the Life' segment. They started with vocal warm-ups in a practice room. Y/N watched, mesmerized, as DK hit high notes effortlessly, Joshua's tone rich and controlled. 'Your turn—try a line,' DK encouraged. She sang a snippet of 'HOT,' earning claps. Next, dance practice: they taught her a simplified choreo, her background shining as she matched steps. Sweat flew, laughter echoed—DK high-fived her after a perfect run, Joshua steadied her during a spin.

Lunch was bibimbap in the cafeteria, on-camera chit-chat flowing. 'Favorite US food?' Joshua asked. 'Mac and cheese, hands down,' Y/N replied. Afternoon brought a quick photoshoot, poses playful—DK throwing peace signs, Joshua's gentle gaze. Fans would eat it up; social clips already teased virality.

After the day wrapped, the team transitioned to a cozy interview setup in a soundproofed room, cameras angled for Y/N's YouTube channel. Her crew handled lighting, ensuring her signature warm aesthetic. DK and Joshua settled on a plush couch across from her, mics clipped on. 'Welcome to my channel, everyone! Today, I'm beyond excited because I've got two absolute legends: DK and Joshua from SEVENTEEN. Say hi!'

DK waved enthusiastically. 'Annyeong! Thanks for having us, Y/N.' Joshua smiled softly. 'Hello, Carats and Y/N's fans. This is special.' Y/N dove in, her questions polished from practice. 'First off, DK, as the mood maker of the group, what's one thing that always gets you hyped before a show?' DK leaned forward, eyes sparkling. 'Good music and good vibes—like dancing with someone who matches your energy. You nailed that in your cover, by the way.' He winked, and Y/N felt a flush creep up her neck.

She turned to Joshua. 'And you, Joshua—your English skills are amazing. How do you balance the global fanbase with personal time?' He thought for a moment, his gaze steady on hers. 'It helps having connections that feel real, like this one. Fans like you make it easier.' The compliment landed softly, drawing a genuine laugh from her. 'Aw, stop—you're making me blush.'

Questions flowed: favorite tour memories (DK's: 'That LA show where the crowd sang every word'), beauty tips (Joshua shared a simple skincare routine, prompting Y/N to nod approvingly), and collab dreams. 'Working with influencers like you bridges worlds,' DK added. 'It's fresh.' The interview ran 20 minutes, packed with laughs and insights, ending on a high note as they posed for thumbnails—Y/N sandwiched between them, arms linked casually.

As the cameras finally cut, the crew packed up, leaving the three in the lounge for a quick debrief. Y/N sank into the couch, exhaling. 'That was amazing, you guys. The interview felt so natural.' DK scooted closer, his knee brushing hers accidentally—or not. 'You made it easy. You're a pro at this.' His smile turned teasing, voice dropping a notch. 'Plus, you look great under those lights. That red lip from your live? Still slaying.'

Y/N's pulse quickened, meeting his gaze. 'Flatterer. But thanks—coming from you, that's high praise.' Joshua settled on her other side, his arm resting along the back of the couch, fingers lightly grazing her shoulder. 'He's right. And your questions? Thoughtful. Got me thinking about things I don't usually share.' His tone was low, intimate, eyes locking with hers in a way that sent warmth pooling in her chest.

The air hummed with tension, the flirtation edging bolder. DK's hand found her arm again, a gentle squeeze. 'We should do this more. Off-camera hangs in Seoul?' Y/N bit her lip, the attraction crackling—Joshua's thumb tracing a subtle circle on her shoulder, DK's laugh vibrating close. 'I'd like that,' she murmured, heart pounding. 'A lot.' They lingered in the charged silence, boundaries teasing but unbroken, until the rep's call pulled them apart, leaving Y/N breathless with possibility.

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Let me know if yall would like a part 2 let me know :) maybe it can be a lil nasty next time :P