can you please write anything for wjsn? preferably seola or bona. thank you.
Bona x Reader
Birthday date
Time was running, and so was Bona. She was literally running from left to right in order to gather all the things she needed.
Today was your birthday and as usual, Bona had big plans, big surprises and big gifts for the occasion. To be honest for her your birthday was just an excuse to spoil you. Nothing was too much but nothing was enough too. She needed more, every gift seemed to need something to complement it.
It was fast to get cheesy but she didn't care, she'll write love letters and make you mixtapes every day if she needed to. There was no shame in wanting to do the little silly things other people wouldn't like. Because she knew you'll like it, at the very least you'll enjoy making fun of her for it. And if it could steal you a smile it was enough.
However for your birthday she wanted you to get cheeks cramps from how much you smiled, stomachache from how much you laughed and heartache for how much you feel loved.
So she kept running around always looking for more, at some point you noticed that your girlfriend was in constant movement and wasn't able to settle down for more than a sec.
You grabbed her shoulder making her seat on the sofa and looked her straight in the eyes. She was bewildered and ready to get up and find something bigger to do but you kept her seated.
You decided that what you wanted the most for your birthday wasn't material, it was time. More time with the girl you love, so you sat on her lap asking some immediate attention rather than future gifts.
And Bona smiled because that was it. As simple as it was the perfect gift was right there in the simple things. It wouldn't keep her from buying you gifts but she'll now know what really mattered for you.
Maybe she should've ask you about your love language sooner it would've save her a lot of money and energy.
"Maybe I should get refund and book us a trip somewhere ?"
The idea was great but you wanted to know what all the running around was about, you'll go for a trip another day. You didn't want to move right now anyway.
You spent your birthday cuddling with the love of your life and that was more than enough.
Hey, here's a small Bona birthday scenario. Hope you like it -Ael
“ can you write a scenario where seola is a songwriter who is struggling to write a song and visits a café to get some inspiration. amazed by the barista’s beauty (reader), she visits the café often and also suddenly having lyrics flood her head. after some time, she asks for the reader’s number in hopes of having to tell her about the song that she wrote. thank you so much :D “
>seola/kim hyunjung x fem!reader [f]
!: a bunch of curse words
a/n: my first scenario! sorry it took so long, but i hope you still enjoy! thank you for requesting :)
“Hey, the water dispenser broke- whoa what happened here.” Eunseo gasped as she saw the mess that flooded her friend’s studio. “This stupid album happened.” She could hear Seola mutter out from her position.
Hands on her face as she sighed out, she chuckled to herself as she realized what Eunseo had informed her. “The water dispenser broke down?” She repeated, her expression almost scaring the grey haired girl that was leaning on her studio’s doorframe. “Yeah, uh, one of the janitor’s said it broke this morning.”
Kim Seola could feel her sanity slowly fading as the minutes ticked by. How could the water dispenser break at such a bad time.
“Uh here why don’t I bring you to that one coffee shop Soobin and I passed by the other day,” Eunseo suggested. To be honest, she was more concerned about what Seola could do to her seeing as her coffee seemed like a life and death situation. “It’s fine, I’ll just go home.” Seola mumbled out, her face now back on the palms of her hands. “No, come on, get yourself up. You look like you haven’t eaten anything.” The grey haired girl pushed as she walked towards her friend and turned her chair around.
There were crumpled up pieces of paper on the floor, various pens and pencils and tons of post its everywhere. Eunseo helped the girl clean the room up, reading a few of the things that were on the post its and chuckling as she realized they were unfinished lyric ideas. “You’ve been struggling, huh.” She joked as she threw the last piece of paper in the bin.
“I’ve been writing since last week and the only thing I’ve got is a half finished song, please I think I should just quit.” Seola replied. Of course, these were just jokes. She could never quit her job, and even if she quit writing songs and producing professionally, she could never not write. It made her happy, no matter how stressful the process was.
“Mhmm, then let’s get going our genuis song writer, you have been lucky enough to be treated out for dinner by the infamous Son Eunseo.”
The walk to the cafe was short, stepping out of the company building, they took a turn to another road and kept on walking until they saw a well lit building, it’s name in an icy white as it contrasted well behind the metallic grey color of the cafe. It was modern themed from the inside out.
“What do you wanna eat?” Eunseo asked as she set her bag down on her chair and stood up. “Uh, anything really. I just want an iced americano.” The girl replied back, her eyes looking around at the people that were in the room. As Eunseo walked towards the front desk to order, the black haired girl slipped her laptop out and placed it on the table. Turning the device on, she sighed out. She only had a couple of weeks left until she needed to present her work in a meeting with her company. Along with the song she was working on, she had to revise a few blue prints for a music set she was an assistant director for. She definitely underestimated the work she had to complete when it was first suggested to her.
“Mhmm.” She hummed out, reading the lyrics she had written down from the morning. Her fingers typed slowly, her mind playing with her surroundings, creating an imaginary music video in her head. As she did so, she slowly could picture what she wanted to write about. “I ordered you a sandwich and got us a cake. The worker said it was their best seller.” Eunseo informed the girl as she sat down on her seat and placed a pager down in front of her. Seola nodded at this and thanked the girl. The grey haired girl muttered out a small “no problem” before she pulled her phone out and started scrolling through her social media. This was refreshing, Seola needed this.
13 minutes after they had ordered, the pager lit up and started vibrating. As Eunseo was in the bathroom doing her business, Seola took the device and stood up from her seat. She quickly stretched her back before walking towards the cafe’s counter to receive their order. The black haired girl cleared her throat as she stopped for a few seconds to stand a good distance between the person who was struggling not to spill their order in front of the coffee bar. She waited patiently and smiled at the young customer as their eyes met before they turned around to walk to their own table.
“Hello, here’s your order.” The barista told the girl, her voice loud enough to subdue the noises in the background. Seola’s breath hitched in her throat. For a second or two she couldn’t feel her senses. There was an angel in front of her.
“Ma’am?” The barista called out to the girl. Y/n was confused, her first thought suggesting that the customer couldn’t hear her, so she called for them again. “Here’s your order, uhh, is there anything else you wanted?”
But Seola was star struck. She was glued to the ground, her face still plastered a shocked expression as she stared at the barista in front of her. Thank the universe everybody else was in their own little worlds as they drank their coffees, if they had all turned their heads, they would’ve seen a drama scene taking place at 10 in the evening in Cosmic Cafe.
How romantic was it, the way the pager was beeping and vibrating felt like Seola had ripped her heart out for the girl in front of her. But as perfect as it sounded, she was brought back to reality by Eunseo. “I’m so sorry about her, I think she was just looking through the menu. I told her to get us another drink before I went to the bathroom, so uh can we add a mango shake with this.” The grey haired girl ranted out completely embarrassed. Y/n nodded at her, still confused, but took her order nonetheless. “I’ll just bring it to you once it’s done.” She informed the two as she gave Eunseo a table number to hold on to. The now stressed out girl thanked her and gave the worker a tight lipped smile. “No worries.”
“What the fuck was that, Kim Seola!” Eunseo yelled through a whisper as they finally sat down with their order. “I-” “Do you know how stupid you looked! The only thing left to master your little pervert act was drool dripping down from your mouth!” The girl scolded. Both of their faces were a tomato red at this point.
“Hey, I’m no pervert...” The song writer pouted out. “You looked like one, you dummy.”
As the two ate their meals, Seola couldn’t shake off the feeling that she was being watched. She knew it was from the barista she had practically made uncomfortable a couple of minutes ago. “You couldn’t have made it more obvious.” Eunseo sighed out, her eyes on her friend. “Huh?” The black haired girl asked taken aback.
“She is pretty.” And as if on cue, Y/n was at a short distance from their table. Who was she to lie, the barista was beautiful. Quiet but determined, you could see she was a veteran at this place. She stood at an average height, strands of hair would dance on her face as she moved, she held this warm smile on her face at all times, anybody could fall from the first talk.
"Here's your mango shake, is there anything else I could get you?" Y/n asked as she placed the tray down softly on the table and took the mango shake off it. "No that's al-" "Your number." Seola suddenly blurted out. Eunseo's eyes almost popped out her face, she could feel her face warming up. What the actual fuck, Kim Seola.
The grey haired girl glared at her friend, giving her a look to tell her to stop whatever else she was going to say. "She's joking." She butted in, trying to fix the now tense and awkward atmosphere. The duo laughed out loud, obviously embarrassed. But this caused Y/n to laugh as well. Seola swore she could see the heaven’s gates open up for her.
There was a red tint on Y/n's face as she walked away to continue with her work. ‘How cute’ she thought, giggling softly as she replayed how the black haired girl apologized to her.
“Ya, I think I’ve fallen in love.”
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For the next few days it felt like Seola was on a roll. She had finished the track she was working on, she had completed her tasks as an assistant director for that one music video she was assigned to, she’s even created a setlist for the amount of songs she’s managed to finish. This was all thanks to Y/n, the barista who made her fall in love from first sight. The black haired girl couldn’t help but take more looks and more inspiration from the worker, so she spent some of her hours from the past 3 weeks just sat on a table at Cosmic’s. There, she would order anything Y/n would recommend, and as she consumed her order, it seemed like more ideas would pop in her head. She had nobody else to thank but Y/n, well maybe Eunseo, but it was best not to bother the singer since she was still mad about the whole mango shake incident.
So there she was, back at Cosmic cafe.
She was even more nervous this time than previous times she’d gone there. ‘11:11‘ her watch read, there was only a few minutes left until the cafe had to close. “Hey, I know we had a very awkward first meet, but I wanted to ask for your number- no no. Uhhh, hi, my name is Kim Seola, I was wondering if I could get your number,” She smiled, looking at the imaginary version of Y/n she had created in front of her. “Fuck.”
The more Seola rehearsed her words, the more nervous she got. It was no help either that she was slowly losing time.
“- you actually inspired me to finish a song I had to present to a big company, thanks to you I got a lot of compliments and they said they’d buy it from me... what am I doing.” The girl huffed out stressed. She had 10 minutes left until she was going to get told to exit the cafe, and there she was, still rehearsing what she wanted to say. Her leg couldn’t help but bounce as she took deep breaths in to calm herself down. “How can I even show her the song if I can't even talk to her like this.” She thought, her determination slowly depleting.
Good thing Y/n had heard her little practice scenes perfectly. The whole time Seola was focused on the imaginary version of the barista in front of her, Y/n was behind the girl, cleaning the tables up from previous customers. The moment Seola started rambling to the air, she had been listening intently and giggling to herself.
As this went on until the last 4 minutes before closing time, Y/n had cleaned all the tables up and gone back to her station. There, she had prepared a slice of cake- the same one Seola had been ordering since she first recommended it to her. She gently placed the slice inside a small carton box and wrote her number on one of the flaps. She could feel her heartbeat in her ears, how could she not have fallen for the song writer as well.
In the same time frame, Seola had gained back enough courage to bring herself to her feet and walk towards where she saw Y/n was. She fumbled with the sleeves of her blazer, her hands subconsciously fixing her clothes as well as her hair. "Oh h-hi." Y/n stuttered out surprised. "H-hey." Seola managed to spit out. There was a second of silence before the two chuckled at each other with pink on their cheeks. "Uh did you want anything? I could take your order still." The girl asked, her hands slowly pushing the cake box behind the register where Seola couldn't see it.
"Ah no, I actually uh wanted to ask you something," The black haired girl trailed off. They were both shaking as they conversed, knowing what was about to come, Y/n couldn't help but push it a bit longer. She wasn't ready just yet.
"I mean, I get to leave in about 10 minutes, if you don't mind y'know waiting..." "Oh yeah sure, no problem! I'll just wait outside."
It was beautiful outside Cosmic. The breeze was chilly, there was a trail of a coffee scent in the air from the cafe, and stars plastered themselves on the dark night sky. “It’s now or never, Kim Seola.” The black haired girl told herself.
"Sorry to keep you waiting." Y/n apologized as she finally stepped out of Cosmic. "It's no problem, don't worry." Seola chuckled out at her. As Y/n fixed her jacket and the things in her bag, Seola took a breath in and licked her lips.
"Look, I know this is gonna sound weird, I mean I'm just a customer y'know so I'd get why you would think that. And ah gosh, when we first met I literally stood there in front of you just staring, I'm really sorry I know you felt uncomfortable which is why you probably feel bad and that's the reason why you've been so nice to me and stuff. I'm not trying to be weird either for eating at the cafe like 5 times a week or something, I really just wanted to see you and I think it's so cute that you recommend me different things when I enter every time and-" "Seola, I like you."
"W-what?" The song writer choked out in shock. "I like you too, Seola." Y/n repeated, her fingers fumbling with the zipper of her jacket.
The two girls stood there in silence, the only noise in the air from the cars passing by and the strangers that were walking to get home.
"I- How'd you know I liked you?" She spoke, Y/n’s previous words still not hitting her. "I heard you when you were doing your little rehearsal thing." The barista answered, now feeling shy. Somehow confessing to her made her feel like she was in the wrong.
"I-I'm so sorry about that." Kim Seola mumbled out embarrassed. How could she turn herself in. But it was cute. Y/n thought what was slowly unveiling in front of her was cute. It was only now that she had realized how scared the girl actually was to confess to her. "It's fine, please. I wouldn't have suggested to meet out with you if it wasn't." She assured the woman, giving her a warm smile. Seola looked up at the girl, a grin slowly making its way to her face. She couldn’t help it, she had now absolutely fallen for Y/n.
"Ah shit, I need to leave now, I've got a bus to catch." The barista felt bad as she had to break their little romantic display so soon. She shuffled on her feet and quickly gave Seola the cake box she had in her hand. "Oh okay sure, be careful!" The song writer bid as she took the gift confused. "Thank you, Seola-ssi." Y/n exclaimed flattered. She flashed Seola one last tender smile, before waving her hand. "W-wait! I never got your number!"
"Don't worry, I gave it to you!" Y/n yelled back at her, cracking up at the way they were communicating. She gazed back at Seola for a second before giggling at herself and running away.
There was a puzzled look on Kim Seola’s face as she watched Y/n’s figure slowly turn into nothing. Thinking about it again, she had an epiphany. “You’re too smart, Y/n.” Seola praised as she opened the box the barista had given her. The musician couldn’t help but laugh. Her heart was full.
Prompt: The reader is wjsn’s manager at starship. The reader falls in love with bona (wjsn) when he watches her practicing her dancing and singing in her comfortable attire. When they go out, bona always dresses up super gorgeous. One day, he surprised her at the dorm with gifts for their anniversary, and she wasn’t prepared. But that was what the reader loves about her
Writer: Admin Kiwi
A/N: School has been trying me lately and I’m exhausted from it all. Also I made the reader in this story gender-neutral (as I usually do) and I took a couple liberties with the prompt. But anyways I hope you all enjoy!
♡ Tip Jar♡
That was how you’d fallen in love with her, watching her practice in front of the mirror in her oversize t-shirt with her hair in a messy ponytail and her face bare. You were still new to being her manager then, and you’d never seen that side of her before. But something about the way she ran her fingers through her hair, focused on her moves in the mirror and not on the way she looked, made you fall for her. Of course, you loved how she looked all dressed up. She was gorgeous and there was no denying that. But in casual clothes with her hair down, she was a whole other level of beautiful, and you loved that about her. She could make sweatpants look fancy.
The thing was, you didn’t get to see that side of her very often. Unless you saw her when she was practicing, you usually missed it. The two of you were still pretty early in the dating process, which meant that she still dressed up nice to go out with you. She didn’t want you to see her in casual clothes and got embarrassed when you saw her in the practice rooms, and while you understood where she was coming from, you wanted her to understand that you loved her casual side just as much as you loved her fancy side. You just didn’t know how to phrase it.
The opportunity finally came, however, when you decided to surprise her at her dorms. The two of you had been dating for half a year now, and since she had some time off from her schedules and the rest of the group would be out that day, leaving you guys alone, it seemed like the perfect time to bring her some presents and spend some time with her. At the moment, you hadn’t been thinking about the fact that she wouldn’t be dressed up: you just wanted to surprise her. But it was a perk that you didn’t mind one bit.
First, you put the present you’d already bought (a beautiful new watch) in the car and went by one of Bona’s favorite chocolate shops and picked up a pretty boxed set. Then, you picked up a bouquet of flowers, and you were ready to go. Her dorm wasn’t far from your own house, so it didn’t take you long to get there and knock on the door.
There was shuffling on the other side for a moment, and then a confused Bona opened the door, her eyes wide.
“(Y/N)? W-what are you doing here?” She was wearing sweatpants and a baggy shirt, her hair a bit of a mess, and she quickly ran her hands through it to try and make it look better as she stepped to the side. Suddenly, you were reminded of the day you’d fallen in love with her in the first place, and a flush came to your cheeks as you stepped inside. “Why didn’t you text me that you were coming over?”
“I wanted to surprise you. Happy one year,” you said with a smile, holding out your gifts, and she gasped softly, staring for a moment before taking them out of your hand and looking up at you.
“Oh, babe, thank you! But I look like a mess....” She trailed off, looking down at herself, but you just shook your head and wrapped her up in your arms, gentle in order not to hurt the flowers.
“I think you look beautiful. You know, I never told you this, but when I fell in love with you, you were wearing casual clothes.” As you pulled away, she looked at you, curious, her head tilted.
“Really? When was that?”
“You were practicing for a comeback, and you were in an oversize t-shirt with no makeup on, but you still looked so beautiful to me. You were so hardworking and you wouldn’t stop until everything was perfect, and even though you were tired, you kept going and even smiled whenever you felt like the other members needed it. In that moment, I thought, ‘wow, this girl is something else, and I really like her.’ And from then on, I started to really like you.” You looked at her casual outfit, at her messy hair and bare face and the fuzzy, cute socks on her feet, and smiled. Yeah, you loved her so much. “I like this side of you just as much as I like the side of you that dresses up so prettily for our dates and looks so fancy on stage. I’m dating you because I love everything about you.”
Her cheeks were flushed as you finished, and she was grinning widely, holding one hand to her chest. “That’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” she said, obviously touched as she pulled you back into a hug before giving you a quick kiss. “I’ll have you know that I love everything about you too. Even when you nag me about not getting up early enough for shows and surprise me early in the morning when I’m not ready.”
“I’m glad to hear that,” you said with a little laugh, holding her in your arms with your forehead pressed to hers. “Am I forgiven for showing up unannounced?”
With a laugh, Bona shook her head and grabbed your hand as she pulled away, tugging you towards the couch. “I was never mad to begin with, silly. Now get in here. I want to cuddle with you and eat this chocolate and maybe do some other things. Since we have the dorm to ourselves for the rest of the day.” She gave you a little wink, and how could you say no to that? You grinned like crazy, allowing her to pull you along. She was silly and hardworking and fun and beautiful, and you loved her so, so much. And you couldn’t wait to see what plans she had in store for the two of you that day.
The two of you sat cross legged on her bed facing each other, knees touching ever so slightly. In the space between your legs was a pool of jelly beans, their neon colours currently being sorted out by your girlfriend.
You couldn’t keep the smile from forming upon your lips at the small pout that took over her own lips; her eyes focused on each little bean with such fierce concentration.
She looked up for a spilt second and paused. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Luda almost wined, her nose scrunching as she did so.
You did nothing but shake your head, smile shaping into a grin, as you leant forward to kiss her gently.
“What was that for?” Luda mumbled, looking back down at the jelly beans in her hand, hair falling in front of her face to hide her flushed cheeks.
You simply shrugged, getting back to sorting your own pile of jelly beans. “You were just so cute I couldn’t help it.”
Prompt: WJSN/Rocket Girl’s Mei Qi + “Have a good day at work.”
Note: It’s more of a fluffy drabble than a proper scenario, actually. Considering it will be 100, I thought it was better to keep it short and show only a small scene. I did have fun writing it though.
Word count: 323 (1608 characters with space)
It was probably about five in the morning when Y/N woke up. The sun was probably not even out yet, though through closed windows and curtains she wouldn’t know anyway. She felt Mei Qi’s hold on her waist tighten. She was probably still asleep, as Y/N should be too.
On that day, Mei Qi had a day off her hectic schedule, so Y/N tried her best to move off the bed carefully. Even though it was so soon, it was probably better to get up and start getting ready for work. Mei Qi must have been very tired, since she barely reacted at all when Y/N left.
She did so as quickly as possible so maybe she could still cuddle a bit before leaving, but by the time she was ready it was already time to leave. Y/N wondered what took so long in that specific day. In her memory, though, everything she did today was exactly what she did all days before. It seemed to have taken an extra 45 minutes, though, somehow. Maybe she took too long to make breakfast. It made sense, since she had made some breakfast for Mei Qi too. Not that she was going to wake up to eat it for at least an hour, but at least Y/N would have done something nice before leaving her asleep.
Y/N silently walked into Mei Qi’s bedroom, carrying a tray, and left it on a table. She kneeled down beside the bed to leave a kiss on Mei Qi’s cheek, which caused her to open her eyes sleepily.
“Hey.” Y/N said, softly.
“What time is it? Are you leaving already?”
“Yeah, I’m sorry I can’t spend more time with you.”
She started to pout, but her expression changed to a smile. She reached for Y/N’s hand and left a kiss on it.
If it hadn’t been for your best friend gushing for weeks about how excited she was to attend this party, you would have stayed home tonight. Unfortunately, you had promised to go with her and you weren’t going to break your word. So that’s how you ended up sitting alone in the corner booth, watching your friend attempt to schmooze the bartender into giving her a couple of free beers for the two of you. It was when she leaned forward to whisper something flirty in his ear that you noticed the girl behind her who was much less successful at getting one of the bartender’s attention than your friend.
She had long, rose gold colored hair with bangs that hung in loose waves, framing her round face. She was wearing a light pink blouse with a sheer collar and sleeves and a ruffle on the front, high waisted light wash jeans, and pink high top sneakers. In short, she was very cute, and you couldn’t help but stare at her. You even leaned forward over the table so you could continue looking at her after your friend sat back after whispering to the bartender. Whatever she said to him must have worked, because after a few moments she was making her way back to you, beers in hand.
“Look what I scored!” she cheered, sitting across from you and setting the bottles on the table. You were only half paying attention; you were still watching the girl as she finally got the bartender’s attention. “Hello? Earth to Y/N,” your friend said, waving her hand in front of your face.
“Huh? What’d you say?” you said, turning back to face your friend, but still looking out of the corner of your eyes hoping to not lose sight of your mystery girl.
“What are you looking at?” she asked.
“Oh, uh, nothing,” you responded, trying and failing to look nonchalant. Even as you said that, you turned just in time to see the girl carrying what looked liked more drinks than she should carry over towards a group of five or six other girls. You friend followed your line of sight and, upon seeing the girl, let out an obnoxiously loud ‘ooooooh’. You snorted.
“What are you, like, twelve?” you asked.
“I could ask you the same question,” she retorted. “You obviously think that girl is cute if you can’t take your eyes off of her, just go up and start talking to her.” You gave her a look.
“You know I can’t talk to pretty girls! I’ll just end up choking and stuttering and overall just making a fool of myself!” you asserted.
“You’re talking to me just fine, does that mean I’m not a pretty girl?” She pretended to be offended, but you know it was all an act. You rolled your eyes and laughed.
“You’re different, you’ve been my best friend since we were babies. She, on the other hand, is a stranger,” you explained.
“Well, if you talked to her, then she wouldn’t be,” your friend asserted. You groaned. In your mind you knew that your friend was right, that you should just talk to her, but you couldn’t help but panic at the thought of it. What if she thought you were weird? Or ugly? Or just some creep that was bothering her while she was out trying to have a good time with friends? You rested your head in your arms on the table, resigning yourself to your fate of being forever alone. You heard your friend put down her bottle and get up. Maybe she finished it and was getting another one, or went to the bathroom, or found a cute guy to dance with. That would be just your luck. Your friend gets to dance with some cute guy while you sit alone, thinking about holding hands, dancing with, hell even just sitting next to the cute girl. You groaned again in despair.
Suddenly there was a light tap on your shoulder. Your head shot up, and to your amazement, there was the girl standing in front of you, smiling and, was that a blush on her face? Your friend waved from behind her, a mischievous grin on her face. You sat there, mouth open in shock, unable to say anything. Luckily, the girl starting talking first.
“Um, hi. Your friend told me I should come over and say hi to you, and I figured why not take this chance to talk to a pretty girl. I’m Soobin, by the way. What’s your name?”
wow, two posts in one day? you probably shouldn’t get used to it, I’m just in a shitty mood and feel bad for not posting more fics like this, so I wanted to get another one out there
Prompt: I was wondering if you could write something about Yeoreum from WJSN and the reader (fem), a scenario where they’re getting married
Writer: Admin Kiwi
A/N: Yeoreum is the cutest girl I swear. There wasn’t much to this scenario so I made it a little shorter but I hope you all still enjoy!
♡ Tip Jar♡
Today was the day. It was finally happening. A part of you couldn’t believe it, even as you looked in the mirror and took in the white veil on your head that matched your white wedding outfit. Your makeup had been done, your outfit was pressed, and your hair was perfect without anything out of place, yet still, nerves bundled themselves up in your stomach as you watched the clock. It was almost time.
“(Y/N), it’s your time to go out.” Your best friend stood at the door, giving you a smile, and you quickly stood, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. “Are you nervous?”
“A little. That’s normal, right?”
“It is.” They reached out to take your hand, giving it a quick, comforting squeeze as they lead you out of the door. “You look incredible.”
“Thank you.” You laughed, touching your hand to your heart. “I can’t believe I’m finally a bride.”
“I’m so happy for you. And I can’t wait for you to see Yeoreum in her dress.”
“I’m sure she looks beautiful too.”
“Like an angel.” Your best friend laughed. “Are you ready?”
Smiling, your heart skipping a beat in your chest, you nodded. “I’m ready.”
The venue that you and Yeoreum chose was a gorgeous garden, and as you walked from the small dressing rooms towards the wedding, you breathed in the scent of flowers, letting them wash over you and calm you down. The chairs came into view, and soon you were walking down the isle, heart pounding as you clutched at your flowers. A smile made its way across your face as you saw all your family and friends smiling at you, glowing in the sunlight as you made your way up to the front. You weren’t dreaming, right?
Everyone stayed standing, and when you turned around, you saw her. Yeoreum. And she took your breath away.
She looked like a princess, smiling bright at you from the end of the isle. Her white dress flowed from her waist, delicate fabric moving in the slight wind with hand-sewn details decorating the train, and lace flowers covered her chest and shoulders, matching the flowered crown and veil atop her head. She almost sparkled in the sun, and you knew your mouth dropped open a bit because she giggled as she began to walk. In that moment, you saw nothing else but her, watching in slow motion as she moved to join you, flowers in her hands paling in comparison to her beauty.
“Wow,” you whispered as she stood in front of you, and she giggled again, fixing her dress as she stood before the two of you handed off your bouquets and took each other’s hands. The officiator at your side began to speak, officially starting the vows, but you could hardly hear him, too busy staring at your soon-to-be wife to think of anything but her. Then she squeezed your hands, bringing you back to the present, and you caught his words.
“(Y/N), do you take Yeoreum to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
You took another deep breath and let yourself smile, barely able to contain your giddiness. “I do.”
“Yeoreum, do you take (Y/N) do be your lawfully wedded wife?”
“I do,” she said, no hesitation in her voice at all, although you could feel her trembling with excitement.
“Let us now exchange the rings.”
It felt like you were moving through a fog, but you managed to pick up the ring you’d picked out for Yeoreum. It had an intricate silver band with a skirt of peach diamonds, drawing the eye to the clear, beautiful diamond above them. Swallowing, you slipped the ring onto her finger and watched as she gave you your own, in a similar style to hers but just slightly different. Again, the officiator spoke, but you tuned him out as she took your hands again, the ring glittering on her finger, until....
“You may now kiss.”
Your heart spiked at his words, and you watched as Yeoreum took a deep breath of her own before giving you a bright smile and leaning in. It was weird to kiss in front of all these people that you knew, but as her lips met yours, you also felt a burst of happiness. This was real. You were marrying the woman you’d loved for so long. As the walk-out song began to play, you pulled away and squeezed her hands.
“I love you.”
She smiled, soft and affectionate as she turned with you to walk back down the isle with you. As the white carpet ended, flower petals decorated the path ahead and the sun shined bright, and the two of you locked eyes, never letting go of each other’s hands.
“I love you too,” your wife whispered, just for you to hear. “And I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Prompt: could you do a teacher AU where cosmic girl's bona and her gf are teachers and their students start to notice how they act with eachother, so they say things like 'you guys should date'
Writer: Admin Kiwi
A/N: Hey everyone! So this was kind of a difficult prompt to write somehow once I actually started on it, so it took longer than I thought. Still, I hope you guys all enjoy!
Bona enjoyed being a high school teacher, she really did. Whenever she told people that she taught high school, they would always be surprised that she enjoyed it. They would be even more surprised when she told them that her girlfriend was a teacher too, at the same school no less. But their surprise always made her laugh, and she was happy with the way things were, so it didn’t bother her.
The two of you had actually started dating before you ended up transferring to the school she worked at out of pure coincidence, and although the two of you had done a good job so far of keeping your relationship a secret from the students, the other teachers knew, and it was only a matter of time before people began to suspect things.
“Good morning (Y/N), Bona,” Exy, one of the math teachers, said as the two of you walked into the teacher’s lounge together with coffee in hand, like you always did. “How are the lovebirds doing this morning?”
“Amazing, thank you,” Bona replied with a smile, used to her coworker’s teasing. “How are you?”
“Great, thanks.” There was a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she put her coffee down on the table. “I heard something today that made my day even brighter.” You raised your eyebrows as you placed down your coffee and slipped out of your jacket.
“What is it?”
“Apparently Xuan Yi heard something interesting yesterday.”
“She did?” As if on cue, the music teacher came around the corner from the vending machines, and as soon as she saw the two of you standing with Exy, her eyes lit up.
“Did Exy already tell you what I overheard yesterday?” Bona shared a confused look with you as Exy shook her head.
“Nope, I thought you should tell it.” Immediately, Xuan Yi made her way over and confidently sat at the table, looking much to excited for 7am.
“So. I was staying after hours with the piano club, right? And some of the students were talking before we started. I happened to overhear them talking, and one of the girls, Yeojin, was saying that she wrote this fanfiction. And they were all so excited to see it, so I was curious, right? So I stepped closer to hear them, and guess who the fanfiction was about?” Bona was already blushing, and you’d put your hand over your mouth, shocked at her words. Xuan Yi seemed to love this, as her grin grew and she leaned forward. “It was about you guys! They totally ship you!”
“That’s so weird,” you said, shaking your head in disbelief. “Why would our students ship us?”
“I asked them and they got embarrassed about it, but Yeojin told me that someone saw the two of you talking outside (Y/N)’s classroom and the two of you looked so happy that everyone has started shipping you since. She said that they even compile evidence that the two of you are actually dating.” Xuan Yi laughed and took a sip of her coffee. “These students are scary, honestly. I’m glad I’m dating someone outside the school.”
“This is the weirdest thing to ever happen to me,” Bona said, looking over at you.
“I think it’s pretty cute,” Exy said.
“Are we talking about the students shipping Bona and (Y/N)? Because yes, that’s adorable,” Luda, the science teacher, said as she stepped up to the table, giving everyone a smile. Bona rolled her eyes slightly at her friend, nudging her side.
“Good morning to you too.”
“How is everyone but us aware of this?” You asked, looking around the table at your fellow teachers with crossed arms. Luda shrugged.
“Word travels fast.”
“Plus, I doubt the students would want to tell you guys in person that they ship you. That would be awkward,” Exy pointed out, and Bona sighed, fighting back a smile. The more she thought about it, the funnier it became.
“Honestly, only teenagers,” she said with a small laugh. “We’re going to have to end up revealing our relationship, aren’t we?” You looked at her with a smile and raised eyebrows.
“You think so?”
“Awe, don’t ruin our fun,” Xuan Yi said, standing up and stretching. “Let it play out for a little longer, at least.”
“We’ll see,” Bona said, looking down at her coffee mug as the other teachers began to disburse. You gave her hand a little squeeze, and she returned the favor. It was shaping up to be a long day.
-
Knowing that her students had been shipping her with you behind her back made Bona a little bit more alert as she entered her classroom. Was she really that obvious when it came to you? The two of you hardly even met inside the school, and when you did, it was for lunch in the teacher’s lounge, away from the kids. So how had they started to suspect things? She glanced at the clock as she put her things down on the desk. Only minutes until the bell rang.
With a little sigh, she sat down into her chair and pulled out her phone to take advantage of the last few minutes of freedom. Today, she was going to be more aware of both her actions and the actions of her students. There had to be something tipping them off, right?
-
The first part of the day always passed in a bit of a blur of attendance sheets, intercom announcements, and tired chatter, but soon enough it was time for her first real class other than homeroom, and she straightened her shoulders, watching the kids file in. Yeojin, one of the girls who has apparently been caught with the fanfiction, was in this class, and Bona eyed her carefully as she made her way to her desk. But nothing seemed out of the ordinary, and she passed back the last assignment and got on with class without so much as a hitch.
Soon enough, the class had ended, and Bona was left bewildered at her desk. How did they know? How were they so perceptive? She had nothing on her desk that would have given her away, such as photos or cards, and she honestly couldn’t remember ever telling the students anything about her love life. None of them had ever asked, either, and she knew you would have probably told her had the kids been drilling you about yours. So how?
She didn’t really have time to think, though, because the next class was already making their way in. Sighing, she put on her best game face and put the questions behind her; it was time to teach.
-
It was nearing the end of the day, and Bona seriously couldn’t think of an answer. The two of you had eaten lunch together, but it had been in the teacher’s lounge, so unless the kids were spying on you there, she really couldn’t think of any evidence.
The whole thing was confusing and amusing at the same time, and the two of you had agreed to discuss it more after school, since Bona was cooking dinner at her place that night. Still, school came first, and the shipping issue had been buried behind confused students and terrible test answers as the day went on.
So Bona wasn’t expecting it when, after the bell had rang, one of the students named Yerim came up to her desk.
“Do you need to ask me a question before you leave?” She asked, smiling at her student. Yerim shifted her backpack on her shoulder and glanced over at her friends, who were standing by the door.
“Well, not really. But I wanted to tell you something.”
“Yes? What is it?”
“You and (Y/N) should date.” Bona felt her mouth drop open slightly, but before she could even think of how to respond, Yerim grinned and stepped away. “That’s all. Have a good day, Ms. Bona.” Bona watched as she turned away, shell-shocked until everyone had disappeared from the classroom. So much for being too shy to tell, huh? A slow laugh built up in her chest as she looked down at her desk, shaking her head in disbelief. She couldn’t wait to tell you about this.
-
“She really said that?” You immediately burst into laughter after speaking, and Bona couldn’t help but join in.
“She did. I was so surprised that I didn’t get to say anything back. But I guess we can say one thing for sure,” she said as she walked over to the table and placed your plate down in front of you, sending you a wink, “we’re shippable.” You burst into laughter again, and she grinned, happy with her little joke as she sat down across from you.
“I guess so,” you said, giggling and bringing your hand up to wipe at your eyes. “Honestly, though, they must be getting info from someone, because the only thing I’e said about you was that we watched a movie together once.”
“Same here, I can’t remember ever giving anything way.” She raised her eyebrows and rested one of her elbows on the table. “I guess we’re just going to have to tell them that we’re dating.” A mischievous twinkle made its way into your eyes, and Bona knew that you had an idea.
“Why don’t we just play it out a little first and see what happens? It’s about time something exciting has happened for the teachers. The last exciting thing was the coffee machine blowing up a few months ago.” The look on your face made her laugh, and she reached out her hand to give you a high-five.
“See, this is why I love you.”
“I’m glad you took Yerim’s advice and dated me.” Your joke sent both of you into giggles, and she intertwined her fingers with yours. As crazy as this all was, she was enjoying it now, and she could see that you were too.
“Things are going to get interesting around here, aren’t they?”
“No kidding. I want to read the fanfiction, honestly. Which one of us do you think is the top?”
“Oh, gross. I don’t even want to think about that.”
