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r/AmITheAsshole

u/lararaj • 17h • reddit

AITA for exposing my girlfriend?

i (F20) have been with my girlfriend for a few years now, and we’ve been veryveryvery happy.

until last week.

we were having dinner with some friends and the conversation shifted into “who fell first.” before i could say anything or even make a small noise, i see her stupid finger point straight at me with LIGHTNING speed.

everybody nods, nobody defends me.

truthfully, i think she’s projecting. so i decided to sit her down a few days later and tell her she’s a hypocrite and that SHE (!!) is obsessed. i bring up these points:

i mentioned i like a specific candy exactly eight months ago, and now she buys them anytime she passes by the store?

whenever she goes on walks, she texts me a picture of anything she sees outside, whether that’s a bird or a lamp post, because it “reminds her of me.”

anytime we are in group settings, she always ends up standing right next to me. arms brushing and all. i’ve actually tested this one out! i inch away from her sneakily, yet she always latches back onto me.

when i post a photo of myself, she’s always the first person to like it and comments AT LEAST twelve times. like are you just refreshing my page until i post something new? one time, i changed my profile picture and thirty seconds later, she texts me “cute pic btw.”

i rest my case.

however, when i dropped all this on her, she didn’t laugh. her smile dropped after every point i brought up.

she called me ridiculous, psychotic, and asked if i had a job or any hobbies for when she’s not around.

i called her cute and in love with me.

she stormed out and now it’s day 3 of silent treatment (except, every night she forgets to keep up her act and glues herself into my arms until she wakes up the next morning. then, proceeds to act like it didn’t happen and tries to gaslight me into thinking i’m imagining things because i’m the obsessed one).

my friends won’t pick a side because apparently we’re both “embarrassing” so i decided to bring it onto reddit.

so finally, AITA?

EDIT : my girlfriend has found this post. she says i conveniently left out some important details, like the fact that i immediately call her adorable every time she does all of this. she also said that this is further proving her point of me being the obsessed one because i keep a track of every single thing she does.

i disagree.

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daniel_456 • 16h

u the asshole for making us read this.

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unt1ldawn • 15h

i think you just wanted to brag🤨

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user0209_ • 15h

treating your girl like she a lab experiment lemme have her instead

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↳ lararaj OP • 15h

i disliked your comment btw in case you didn’t get the notification.

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r/AmITheAsshole

u/meganskiendiel • 19h • reddit

AITA for refusing to move?

so yesterday, my girlfriend and i were having a movie night. just the usual, nothing new.

we’re sitting on the couch and we’re both focusing on the screen, watching whatever’s going on in the scene.

i move to put the volume down since it was too loud and our walls are thin, until i feel something drop on my shoulder.

i would describe it as heavy but she might see this post and kill me.

it was her head, her eyes were closed, clearly sleeping.

at first i thought it was cute, so i made myself comfortable and made sure she kept sleeping on my shoulder, stretching my arms out to reach for the blanket and cover her with it.

minutes passed and the movie ended. my girlfriend’s nap, unfortunately, did not.

i considered moving slightly, but as soon as i did, she somehow pulled me closer and frowned in her sleep.

so i stopped trying and just accepted that i was trapped.

my phone was just out of reach, sitting on the table, taunting me. i could see it but i could not get to it. eventually it died, i started getting thirsty and hungry, and my leg started feeling numb. i even forgot what having a leg felt like.

despite all of this, she looked so peaceful and beautiful laying on my shoulder, it’d be wrong to just wake her up.

so i stayed put.

after a few hours, she finally wakes up and i shoot up to my feet, wobbling to the fridge to get a bottle of water.

instead of thanking me for being her pillow for many, many, many hours, she immediately notices my pain and asks me why i was moving around like an old man desperately in need of a walking stick.

i explained that i haven’t moved this whole time because she was asleep.

she buried her face in her hands when i told her i was hungry and thirsty.

she genuinely got upset and spent the next hour just apologizing, even though this was entirely my decision.

i told her she just looked so comfortable and i couldn’t bring myself to wake her up, but she wasn’t satisfied with that excuse.

she’s currently making me sit on the couch and bringing me whatever i want while, still, angrily telling me to wake her up next time.

i told her it was worth it and i’d do it again.

that made her even more annoyed.

AITA?

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gnarly32 • 19h

you’re on the wrong subreddit??😐

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reddit_user7 • 18h

awww you’re just in love, this is actually really sweet, NTA.

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↳ meganskiendiel OP • 18h

no it isn’t. stop encouraging bad decisions. - the gf.

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↳ reddit_user7 • 18h

did you have a good nap though?

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↳ meganskiendiel OP • 18h

you’re focusing on the wrong part here - the gf.

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r/AmITheAsshole

u/sophialaforteza • 21h • reddit

AITA for embarrassing my girlfriend in public?

my girlfriend thinks i embarrassed her in public, which is a dramatic way to put it, but everyone we know always sides with her.

it’s annoying.

for context (this is important), i haven’t seen my girlfriend ALL day. we were texting of course, but that’s not the same as being physically with her.

i was at the mall with some friends, just walking around and searching through stores for nothing in particular.

and then i saw an angel (my girlfriend).

but she wasn’t next to me, in front of me, or anywhere near me.

i spotted her from the top of the escalator full of people, and she was at the bottom.

not to be dramatic too but everything around me kind of disappeared.

so, obviously i got excited, is that a crime?

before i could stop myself, i yelled out “BABY!” to get her attention and she froze. she looked horrified. i was just really happy to see her.

i know i can be really loud sometimes but she said everyone around me flinched, which has to be an exaggeration. i think only 2 or 16 people turned around.

after i yelled, i also starting waving both of my arms above my head in case she couldn’t see me in the busy mall. she told me i looked like i was trying to swat away a fly?

the first thing she told me once she finally got to me was “why would you do that” and her face was bright red.

i still don’t understand what i did wrong…

she told me i do this every time.

i told her to give me examples.

she listed only 6.

according to her, i nearly ran into a family of four because i was too busy staring at her. i also waved at her and squealed loud enough for her to hear me through a restaurant window one time.

she says i make her want to melt into the floor whenever i do this, like god forbid a girl misses her girlfriend and gets excited to see her again?

she’s laying next to me, peeking at what i’m writing and told me to also add that it gets worse when we have to say goodbye to each other in public.

in her words, i wait until she’s completely out of sight to stop waving with a pout on my face, as if she’s leaving for war.

so, AITA?

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2online • 21h

yes YTA, why are you screaming across the mall to embarrass her??

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↳ sophialaforteza OP • 21h

okay but she actually smiled when she saw me

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↳ 2online • 21h

because she’s your girlfriend.

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↳ sophialaforteza OP • 21h

yeah she is :))

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luv4cats • 16h

did the journal factory explode?

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r/AmITheAsshole

u/danielaavanzini • 14h • reddit

AITA for not helping my girlfriend?

my girlfriend has a habit of being stubborn when it comes to asking for help.

she makes all simple tasks way more challenging than they need to be.

if she’s carrying eighteen things at once, she won’t let me help, and once one of them falls out of her grip, she just looks me dead in the eyes and says “i got it.”

like today, we were coming home after some grocery shopping and i went to grab the bags out of the trunk. i INSTANTLY feel her nudge me away and say “no, i got it.”

i asked if she was sure and she said yes.

i asked three more times and she just said “daniela,” very firmly.

i took that as a threat so i stepped back and let her handle it because if i asked one more time she would’ve been offended.

impressively, she managed to grab all the bags in one go.

halfway to our house, a bag started slipping from her hand.

then i heard a box of snacks fall to the floor, followed by her very loud and annoyed groan.

i asked if she needed help. again, she said no. she clearly needed it but i let her stay delusional. a second later, we heard something else drop. she asked me what it was, but i didn’t know, i wasn’t allowed to touch anything…

“why is this bag ripping?”

“where are my keys?”

if i tried to answer anything, she would just shush me. there was nothing i could do.

at one point, she stopped walking and i finally thought she would ask for some help, she was holding six grocery bags by three fingers!! she looked overwhelmed but she kept going. the only thing i heard coming from her was “don’t look at me.”

i end up carrying the bags after she finally snaps and admits she needs help, but soon after, she asks me “why were you just standing there and not helping me?”

i try to keep my composure and tell her that she didn’t let me go anywhere near the bags.

she said i could’ve helped but instead i just watched her struggle.

i reminded her that anytime i volunteered to help, she’d shoot lasers out of her eyes at me.

AITA for listening to her and respecting her wishes??

EDIT: she would like everyone to know that the material of the bags was the issue, and if they had been stronger then she’d carry it no problem.

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user5566 • 14h

NTA, your girlfriend sounds exhausting.

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↳ danielaavanzini OP • 14h

she is (lovingly)

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soph778 • 13h

so where were her keys

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↳ danielaavanzini OP • 13h

in her pocket.

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r/AmITheAsshole

u/manonbannerman • 18h • reddit

AITA for laughing at my girlfriend mid-argument?

i’m starting this by saying i love my girlfriend so much.

but right now she’s a little mad at me.

yesterday, my girlfriend tripped over her own shoelace. she’s completely fine but it made me laugh, which is a very normal reaction.

except i kept bringing it up and now she’s fed up.

she would tell me to pass the remote, i would respond by telling her to be careful and not trip again.

she asked me where her charger was, i suggested she might’ve tripped over it.

she said good morning, i asked if she remembered when she fell.

she asked me what the time was, i said it was time for her to watch her step.

as you can imagine, she was tired of hearing it and argued i was incredibly annoying, it made sense. she was telling me she was upset and actually made some good points that i agree with.

i swear i was listening.

but the way she said “i fell ONE time” reminded me of it again and i couldn’t help replaying the scene in my head with photographic memory.

i tried really hard not to laugh again, i looked away, i bit my lip, i even thought about something sad. predictably, i couldn’t hold it in any longer and let a short laugh out.

my girlfriend fell (haha) completely silent.

she asked me if i seriously just laughed, and i shook my head so fast it made everything blur for a second. she tried to keep going but i just kept laughing anytime she would bring it up again.

she got frustrated enough to throw a pillow at me and sat down with her phone pulled out.

i asked what she was doing and she said she’s waiting until i was done and ready to be mature.

she keeps muttering under her breath that laughing in the middle of an argument is very disrespectful.

i just wish she would stop reminding me of it, maybe then we could actually progress instead of me giggling again and sending us back to square one…

AITA? (i already know the answer to this, pls be gentle)

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tommy365 • 18h

YTA, i’d trip u over myself and then we’d see who’s giggling for the next six months

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↳ manonbannerman OP • 18h

MODS BAN THIS GUY

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user298 • 17h

she should plant banana peels everywhere to make YOU fall

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iheartreddit • 16h

you’re the asshole

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↳ manonbannerman OP • 16h

understandable have a nice day

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r/AmITheAsshole

u/jeungyoonchae • 10h • reddit

AITA for missing my girlfriend’s “obvious hints”?

to put it bluntly, my girlfriend spent an entire day flirting with me and i didn’t notice.

she claims the signs were painfully obvious, i claim we were having normal conversations!!

to provide some background, we were spending the day together and she, for some reason, decided this was the perfect time to try (emphasis on try) being romantic.

her first so called “hint” was when she glanced over at me and sighed “i wish someone would cuddle me right now.”

i agreed and said “yeah that sounds nice” and continued doing what i was doing beforehand.

later, she sat closer and said “i would love to hold hands with someone.”

i replied with “i think most people would” and the silence was uncomfortably long after, i guess she didn’t like that one?

then she showed me a cute video of a couple going on a date on her phone and turned to me to say “this is so cute! if only my girlfriend would take me on a date like this.”

i nodded and told her she should communicate with her girlfriend about that (i’m the girlfriend btw).

i think that might’ve been her last straw because she straight up asked “are you actually this oblivious?”

she informed me she had been trying to flirt with me for the last two hours, that made me look around to see who she was talking about…

i don’t know how she expected me to know what she wanted, i’m not a mind reader??

she says she literally told me.

now she’s telling everyone i’m the most oblivious person in the world, i told her to tell me what she wants more clearly next time instead of implying things.

AITA?

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3reddit3 • 10h

read the room

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↳ jeungyoonchae OP • 10h

i did? it was the living room

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xxx_re7 • 8h

…🫩

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gg_reddit9 • 7h

YTA + ur not real

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BABYGIRL

Their reaction when they get caught being babied by you during a live on Weverse.

katseye ot6 x female reader headcanons

tags: fluff, reader as the 7th member, implied top reader (for some), established relationship, weverse live

warnings: cuss words

MANON BANNERMAN

She was doing a solo live in her room, casually talking with the fans. The conversation casually went on until she somehow ended up reading fanfiction again.

This time, it was stories written about you and her. She actually liked reading them sometimes because she found it interesting to see how people imagined your relationship and how they described the two of you as a couple.

She was focused on the screen, eyes moving from line to line, until she suddenly got speechless real quick. The expression on her face reminded fans of the time she read that one Maaphinz fanfic and completely froze.

But now, she looked even more shocked, like she truly could not believe what she was reading.

“Wait…” she said slowly, lifting her eyes from the screen to look directly at the camera. “Why am I always the bottom in most of these stories?”

user1: THAT is what she’s worried about??

user2: not that being her first question 😭

user3: spread the bottom manon propaganda 🤞

“Guys, I promise you I’m not that kind of person,” she said seriously, as if she was explaining an important fact. She clicked her tongue and shook her head. “I don’t know why you all think that. I’m one of the most serious people in the group.”

user4: WE BOTH KNOW YOU AINT

user5: who lied to you?? 😭

user6: “serious person” okay grandma lets get you to bed <3

As more people disagreed with her, she tried to hold back her laughter and covered her mouth with her hand. But her smile was still obvious, which only made things worse for her argument. It was exactly moments like this that made people call her the most unserious member.

“I am serious!” she protested again, lowering her hand even though she was still smiling. “If you ask Y/N, she’ll tell you. She’s the clingy one, not me. I’m the chill one. Imma prove it.”

Without hesitating, she grabbed her phone and stood up, fully committed. “I’m going to her room right now. You’ll see.”

She walked down the hallway, the camera shaking a little as she moved. She lowered her voice and whispered to the viewers.

“We’re gonna catch her acting like the baby.”

She pushed your door open without knocking. You were sitting on your bed, reading through some lyrics. You looked up, surprised at first. But the moment you saw Manon standing there, your expression softened into that gentle look you only showed her.

“Manon? What are you doing here?” you asked, your voice automatically becoming softer, clearly happy to see her.

Manon stood at the doorway, holding her phone up like she was defending herself with proof. “Y/N, tell the fans I’m not a bottom.”

You blinked, completely confused by the sudden question. Where did that even come from?

When your eyes landed on the phone in her hand, a playful smile spread across your face. You understood what she was trying to prove, and you already knew how this would end.

“Alright then,” you said calmly, putting those lyrics aside and patting the empty space next to you on the bed. “Come sit here first.”

Manon hesitated for a second. You could see her thinking. If she came over, the fans would definitely take it the wrong way. It would only make her look more suspicious. But even with that thought in mind, she still walked over and sat beside you.

“Manon,” you said softly, leaning closer until your face was right next to hers, both of you clearly visible to the camera. “Do you want to tell them the truth, or should I show them?”

“Y/N, don’t-” she began quickly, but you didn’t let her finish.

You wrapped your arms around her waist and pulled her backward until she was pressed against your chest, her back sinking into the pillows. You carefully took the phone from her hand to place it on the nightstand so the camera captured everything clearly.

“Guys,” you said in an overly serious tone while burying your face against the side of Manon’s neck, “she’s lying. She followed me into the kitchen three times today just because she wanted a hug.”

“Excuse me? I did not!” Manon argued immediately, her cheeks turning bright pink. She tried to wiggle out of your hold, but you tightened your arms around her and hid your face in her hair. She protested further, “Guys, she's lying.”

user7: me next me next

user8: GAYEST SHIT IVE EVER SEEN

user9: I NEVER THOUGHT I’D LIVE TO SEE MANON BEING BABIED

“And who got upset because I didn’t give them a forehead kiss before practice this morning?” you teased, lightly tickling her sides.

Her expression faltered as she let out an uncontrollable laugh, any serious image she was trying to protect completely gone. She fell back against you, her head hitting your shoulder as she covered her face with her hands.

“Stop… I’m too old for this shit,” she complained, though she was still smiling.

“Too old?” you repeated in that sugary voice that always made her weak. You gently held her jaw and tilted her head so she had no choice but to look at you. “You’re my biggest baby, Manon. Why are you trying to act tough in front of the internet?”

Manon glanced at the screen and saw herself looking completely relaxed and flushed while being spoiled in your arms.

She sighed in defeat, finally giving up. Her body relaxed fully as she leaned back into your chest and wrapped her arms around your neck instead.

“Yeah… you’re right,” she admitted quietly, then gave a small playful smile toward the camera, already sensing you were about to end the live.

“I have my very own daddy, guys, and it’s Y/N. Just to let y'all know.”

SOPHIA LAFORTEZA

user1: WHERE'S SOPHIA

user2: hi from the philippines!!! 🇵🇭

user3: do asmr

“Do ASMR,” you read out loud, squinting slightly at the screen as you leaned your face a little closer to the camera, still keeping a good angle because, obviously, you had to keep serving face. A wide grin spread across your lips at the suggestion. You leaned back in your chair, thinking about what you could possibly use.

“I don’t have those fancy fuzzy microphones, guys,” you said with a small laugh. “But okay, let’s try anyway.”

Carefully, you scooted your chair closer to your phone, making sure not to bump the tripod. You reached for whatever random things were nearby such as the items scattered across your desk and bed. Your hand landed on your tumbler, the one you always brought to the studio during rehearsals with the girls.

You started your little ASMR session, trying your best to copy the techniques from videos you watched whenever you needed to relax after a long day. You were thankful you were alone in the room so you could actually focus.

As you gently tapped your manicured nails against the plastic surface of the tumbler, fully focused on creating those “tingly” sounds, you didn’t notice the bedroom door slowly creak open.

But your viewers definitely did.

user4: WHO IS THAT

user5: pls let it be megan i miss my bby

user6: sophy/n live?!?!

Before you could react, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist from behind. A chin dropped onto your shoulder, and warm breath brushed against your neck.

“You’re wearing my favorite perfume,” Sophia mumbled, her voice soft and slightly muffled as she buried her face into the side of your neck. She was completely ignoring the fact that you were literally holding a tumbler up to your phone.

user7: cant believe im 3rd wheeling through my device

user8: Y/N IS USING SOPHIA’S PERFUME?!!

user9: my babies are hard launching for the millionth time 🥺

You tensed for a split second, then relaxed, a small smile forming on your lips. “Sophia? I’m kind of busy right now.”

“I don’t care,” she groaned dramatically, tightening her hold around you. She sounded exhausted and clingy at the same time. “I wanna stay here. Why are you holding your tumbler like that anyway?”

“I’m doing ASMR.”

Sophia slowly opened one eye to look at you, her boba eyes fixed only on your face. Her chin rested comfortably on your shoulder, and she didn’t even glance at the camera. The closeness felt intimate as well.

“We could just watch ASMR together on the TV,” she suggested softly, her voice clear through the mic. Her eyes held a pleading look like a tired puppy asking for attention. “Pay attention to me instead. My jaw hurts from smiling in all those interviews. Can you massage it?”

The corner of your mouth twitched, both amused and flustered by how shameless she was being.

She puckered her lips slightly, waiting for you to give in. You let out a small sigh.

“Can’t. Not until I finish this live.”

“Live?” she repeated, blinking in confusion. Slowly, she turned her head toward your phone. She saw the screen showing both of you with her hugging you close with zero distance.

Realization lit up her face. Instead of pulling away, she smiled even wider and pressed herself closer, burying her face deeper into your neck. A soft hum of laughter left her lips against your skin, the sound traveling straight into the mic. It was probably giving the viewers the tingles they asked for.

Then, she at the screen with an exhausted but playful expression.

“Oh… we’re live? Hi, Eyekons,” she greeted smoothly. She didn’t move away at all. If anything, she leaned more into you, her weight settling comfortably against your back.

“Did y’all hear that?” she continued, sliding her hand from your waist down to lace her fingers with yours on the desk. “She said she’s too busy for me. After I walked all the way here just to get a hug.”

user10: SOPHIA STANDING HER GROUND

user11: shes not leaving lol she claimed her spot

user12: idk who to be jealous of...

“Love, you’re ruining the ASMR,” you whispered, though the smile on your face gave you away. You tried to grab your tumbler again, but she gently took it from your hand and placed it aside, replacing it with her own hand for you to hold instead.

“You can use me for ASMR,” she said casually, tilting her head so her temple rested against yours. She looked straight into the camera, her expression slightly smug. “because I'm your favorite baby. Isn’t that right, mahal?”

Your cheeks flushed instantly at the nickname. You knew Sophia was naturally bold and affectionate as a leader, but this side of her, which was the clingy and openly soft one, was something she only showed you.

With the other members, she was more like a big sister. With you, she was completely different. Someone who always knew how to get her way.

“You’re so needy today,” you muttered, finally lifting your hand to her jaw like she had asked. As your fingers gently massaged the tension from her muscles, Sophia let out a long, satisfied breath, her eyes slowly closing.

“One thing you guys should know,” Sophia said lazily, a relaxed and goofy smile spreading across her lips, “is that my girlfriend gives the best massages ever.”

DANIELA AVANZINI

You were doing a live stream together, sitting close as you answered questions from the comments. At first, you talked about rehearsals and how busy everything had been lately. Then the topic eventually changed to Daniela teaching you Spanish.

She had been really happy when you told her you wanted to learn her first language. It meant a lot to her. But now, seeing you actually try to pronounce the words was becoming more funny than sweet.

“Okay, okay, try this one,” Daniela said, holding up her small whiteboard with a sentence written in marker. “Read it out loud. And don’t make it sound like you’re asking a question. You always do that.”

You took a deep breath and squinted at the board.

“Yo… quiero… comer… una… manzana?”

Daniela let out a loud, dramatic groan and threw herself back onto the bed. “No! Man-za-na. You’re saying it like the apple is about to attack you. Why the hell are you scared of a fruit?”

“Because Spanish is hard!” you argued, turning to face her with wide eyes. “The ‘z’ sounds like an ‘s,’ but sometimes it doesn’t, and my tongue feels like it’s twisting into a knot.”

“I can’t believe you’re acting like Manon right now,” Daniela laughed, reaching over to gently tug your ear. “Relax. Don’t think about it so much. If you can’t say ‘apple,’ how are you going to survive Thanksgiving in Atlanta with the girls? You still have to impress my mom.”

You narrowed your eyes at her, a little displeased. “Wow...now you’re comparing me to Manon.”

The playful mood changed for a moment when she saw your small frown. She couldn’t tell if you were actually upset or just pretending. Meanwhile, the viewers in the comments were loving every second of it.

user1: LMAO she frowned when dani mentioned manon

user2: id be possessive too if i was dating daniela

user3: Y/N being jealous is everything

“Wait…” Daniela said slowly, staring at you in surprise before breaking into a grin. “Are you actually jealous?”

You sighed again, trying to look annoyed. But before you could say anything else, she leaned forward and kissed the tip of your nose. Right on camera.

Your jealousy disappeared almost instantly, replaced by warm cheeks and embarrassment.

“Don’t be jealous, mi amor,” she said softly, clearly enjoying this. “You know I only look at you.”

You rolled your eyes, but a small smile finally showed. “As you should.”

She smiled wider, happy that you believed her because it was true. Her attention had always been on you, and it wasn’t going to change.

Before she could continue teasing you, you suddenly turned to face her fully, your expression more serious now.

“I actually learned something in Spanish,” you said. “I’ve been practicing it for a while. I’m going to combine it with what you just taught me.”

“Oh?” Daniela lifted a brow, clearly curious. “Okay, let’s hear it.”

Complying to her words, you crawled closer, resting your elbows on the edge of the mattress so you were right in her space. You lowered your voice, making sure it was understandable enough and the pronunciation was crisp.

“Dani... no me importa la manzana,” you began, your voice lowering into a softer one that always made her feel butterflies. “Porque para mí, tú eres la cosa más bonita del mundo. Y me haces muy feliz.”

(I don't care about the apple... because to me, you are the most beautiful thing in the world. And you make me very happy.)

user5: ig its my clue to leave 🥀

user6: AWW

user7: my favorite katseye duo (and couple)

Daniela fell silent. She had been planning to laugh if you ended up messing up, but instead, she froze. Her jaw literally dropped as she processed that you hadn't just gotten the pronunciation perfect.

You had just delivered a line straight out of a telenovela. The kind that she watches.

Her face turned red in a flushed manner. She covered her mouth with her hand, her lively exterior evaporating instantly.

“Wait,” she whispered, her eyes wide. “Your accent... that was... wait.”

“Was it wrong?” you asked innocently, though you were beaming. “Did I say something about a potato by accident?”

“No!” Daniela squeaked, her voice failing her. She suddenly lunged forward, grabbing your face and pulling you into a tight, frantic hug to hide her blushing face from the camera. “You said it perfectly. Demasiado perfecto. Shut up. Don't ever do that again on live.”

She buried her face in the crook of your neck, her arms wrapped around you so tightly you could barely breathe. She was shaking her head against your shoulder, completely flustered.

“Aww, is my Dani shy?” you cooed, dropping the Spanish and going back to babying her. You rubbed her back, feeling her heart racing through her t-shirt. “My girl is melting because of a few words? You’re so cute when you’re red.”

“I’m not red,” she lied into your neck, her voice muffled and small.

You smiled with love, kissing the top of your head. “No need to lie. Even the Eyekons can see it clearly, right guys? You do, right?”

user8: YES WE DO

user9: my ship is sailing ❤️❤️❤️

user10: can i be invited to the wedding

Daniela’s grip on your hoodie loosened, her hands sliding down to rest against your back as she finally gave in to the affection. She let out a contented sigh with her body going heavy against yours.

“You’re so annoying,” she whispered, though there was zero heat in it. She finally peeked one eye out from the safety of your neck, looking at the camera with a shy pout. “She’s too good at this. Don't fall for her charms like I do.”

“Too late,” you laughed softly. “They already know you’re a big softie for me. It’s on the internet forever now.”

LARA RAJ

It happened during a duo live with her, too. She was lying comfortably on your bed, scrolling through the live comments on her phone while waiting for you to come back and curl up next to her on camera. Over a hundred thousand people were watching, but she looked completely relaxed like it was just another lovely moment with you.

user1: can i have a shoutout?

user2: pls perform in india 🇮🇳🇮🇳🇮🇳

user3: i see that matching tattoo with y/n, you ain't slick

That last comment caught her attention. A small laugh slipped out of her mouth as she shifted slightly in order to prop her elbow against the mattress like she was intentionally making it easier for everyone to see.

The tattoo on the back of her hand, your name written in neat cursive, was clearly visible now.

“I thought I already showed you guys?” she said, her smile getting a little confused but still playful. She looked slightly sleepy as well, since you both decided to go live an hour before your usual nap time. Tomorrow was going to be another busy day. “But yeah, it’s Y/N’s name. I got her name tattooed because she’s my angel. My babygirl, actually.”

Her tone was soft when she answered that comment, until another one popped up.

user4: you so chopped howd u even pull her ☠️

The smile on her face slowly disappeared. The warmth in her eyes faded while she stared at the screen for a few seconds, obviously unimpressed, maybe even a little hurt, though she tried not to show it.

With a dissapointed sigh, she looked back at the camera and said softly, “Is it really that hard to just be nice?”

That immediately caught your attention. You glanced at her over your shoulder while you were finishing changing into your pajamas on the other side of the bed. The moment you saw the dull expression in her eyes, your smile faded into a small frown.

“What’s wrong?” you asked softly as you walked over to her side of the bed.

The live comments exploded the second you appeared on screen. Messages flew by quickly, people fangirling and reacting to finally seeing you next to her again.

But as you sat down beside her, something shifted in her expression. A thought crossed her mind, and judging by the faint curve of her lips, it was certainly not an innocent one.

She tilted her head slightly, looking up at you with a quiet, expectant expression. It made your stomach tighten. You swallowed, confused and concerned at the same time.

“Do I look pretty, Y/N?” she asked, her lashes lowering just slightly.

Before you could even think about why she was asking that on live, she leaned closer, much closer than what would be considered safe or professional on camera. Close enough for you to feel her presence even more and make your heart skip.

“You always look pretty, Lara,” you said honestly. “You know that.”

She didn’t stop after your first compliment. It clearly wasn’t enough. After seeing that rude comment earlier, she needed something stronger to fully push it out of her mind.

“Say it like you mean it. Call me your girl,” she whispered, a bold smile forming on her lips. She knew exactly how this would look to the thousands of people watching.

You could still see a small trace of hurt hiding behind her confident expression, and it made your heart ache. You lifted your hands and gently held her face, your thumbs brushing softly along her cheeks.

“Fine. You’re the prettiest girl in the world. And you’re my favorite girl,” you said in a sweet, protective tone. “Happy? And even if someone said something negative, why would you even care? You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. Inside and out.”

Before she could respond, you pulled her closer and tucked her head under your chin. She let out a soft sound of surprise as you wrapped your arms around her. You rocked her gently, running your fingers through her hair and smoothing it down in calming caresses.

“And don’t listen to mean people, babe,” you added, making sure the phone’s mic caught every word. “They’re just jealous because they don’t get to wake up next to this face every day. I do. I’m the lucky one, got it?”

user5: yeah lara listen to your gf

user6: my heart is melting

user7: CUTIESSS

Lara’s confidence returned instantly. She relaxed into your arms, hugging your waist tightly because she doesn't plan on letting go anytime soon. Then she turned her head slightly toward the camera, a victorious look shining in her eyes.

“Did y’all hear that?” she said to the chat, her voice a little muffled but clearly smug. She lifted the hand with your name tattooed on it and waved it right in front of the camera lens.

“Stay mad, haters. I’m winning.”

You both would probably get a warning from the PR team later for being too bold on live, but at that moment, Lara honestly didn’t care.

MEGAN SKIENDIEL

“What makeup products do you use?” you read aloud from one of the live comments, your eyes brightening at the question.

An amused chuckle escaped you as you held up the eyeliner you were currently using, making sure it was seen properly on camera.

“Glossier, guys,” you said casually, giving a small nod toward the brand that Katseye had collaborated with. “Their products are really good. I’d definitely recommend checking them out.”

While you were showing off a few more items, answering questions as you went and suddenly enjoying this little impromptu makeup demonstration, the door to your room quietly opened.

“See? Doesn’t it make my lips look so kissable?” you said, puckering for the camera after applying one of their lipsticks. Then your attention shifted to the person who had entered your room without knocking.

Of course, it was Megan. Your special guest, the only one allowed to barge in freely like this.

You didn’t mind at all since she was your girlfriend, after all. You just made sure to respect her boundaries at her dorm since Lara, her roommate, often told you both to “get a room” whenever Megan acted all clingy and affectionate. So you always knocked unless Megan explicitly told you she was alone.

Your smile was ready, and your plan was to introduce her to the viewers as a surprise guest, but then you noticed the faint frown and tired lines on her face. The sparkle in your eyes dimmed immediately, replaced with concern.

“Megan, what’s wrong?” you asked softly, spreading your arms as an invitation for her to come closer. “Come here.”

She didn’t hesitate at all. Megan stepped forward, wrapping her arms tightly around your waist and nuzzling her face into your chest, fully unaware of your live stream still running in the background.

“Just… tired,” she murmured, breathing in the scent of your perfume and letting the warmth of your body comfort her.

You felt a soft blush rise to your cheeks, though you couldn’t resist letting a gentle, affectionate smile spread across your lips at how naturally she leaned on you like that.

user1: AWW YOU GUYS ARE SO ADORABLE 🥹

user2: girl fuck yall

user3: can't tell which one's lucky 😞

You felt a deeper smile spread across your face, a soft hum of satisfaction escaping you at how clingy she was being. Playfulness bubbled up inside you, and you decided to tease her a little more.

Screw HYBE.

“Aww, is my baby tired?” you murmured, voice soft and warm. “You can sleep on me if you want…”

“Mhm…” she responded with a small, sleepy hum, her back still turned to the screen. Then, just slightly, she lifted her chin to rest atop your chest, gazing up at you with eyes so tender it made your heart melt.

“Can you cuddle with me now… while stroking my hair?” she asked, her lips pouting gently, as if refusing would be a crime. “Please?”

You hesitated for a moment, glancing between the camera and her, unsure if you should just end the live now. Megan, however, remained blissfully oblivious, pressing herself even closer against you.

“Come on, Y/NNN…” she whined softly, exhaustion lacing her voice, before suddenly switching to a dead-serious expression. “I’ll call you mommy again if I have to.”

user4: AYOOO??

user5: I’m crying 😭😭😭

user6: hybe be shaking in their boots after this live

Heat rose to your cheeks, your face flushing as embarrassment set in at the nickname she had just said.

“Megan… I may or may not be on live right now.”

Her eyes widened instantly, the realization hitting her like a bolt of lightning. She whipped her head over her shoulder to check…and froze when she saw the camera.

“Oh-” she blurted out, panic lacing her tone. “Oh shit-”

Her hand shot to cover her mouth, and she fumbled awkwardly, unwrapping her arms from around you with a sheepish, panicked smile that betrayed her fear. She had just accidentally exposed herself to thousands of viewers.

“Hi, Eyekons!” she squeaked in an unintentional high-pitched voice. “Uh… pretend you didn’t hear that. You guys didn’t hear anything, right?”

JEUNG YOONCHAE

“Today, I’m going to be snacking on some treats that the girls and I picked out earlier when we went grocery shopping!”

user1: wait, the company doesn’t give you snacks?

user2: oh no. now I’m going to be rlly hungry while watching this

user3: petition to be one of those snacks so you could eat me 🤤🤤🤤

You reached into the plastic bag and pulled out one of the snacks, letting the viewers get a little peek at it without showing the brand, since that wasn’t allowed.

You didn’t even worry about going live while being in the same room as the sleeping Yoonchae, because you knew she wasn’t as intimidating as the other members thought she was when her sleep was interrupted.

Carefully opening the bag of chips with your bare hands, you picked one out and gave the camera a small, playful smile.

“Listen to this crunch,” you whispered, taking a bite and chewing softly, though the crisp, crunchy sound carried clearly. You didn’t even notice Yoonchae shifting slightly in her sleep beside you.

Eventually, she stirred and sat up, her eyes half-closed and her expression heavy with sleep. You couldn’t help but find her sleepy face irresistibly cute. The viewers noticed your gaze drifting to your side, though they had no idea who you were looking at.

user4: HELLO WHO'S THAT

user5: i saw someone's hair i aint blind

user6: it's gotta be yoonchae since they're gfs

That comment had been completely right. The side of the camera frame was slowly being filled by Yoonchae’s face. Not her usual perfectly posed “serving face,” but the sleepy expression of someone who had just woken from a nap.

She didn’t glance at the phone at all, her eyes fixed only on the bag of snacks. She leaned forward slightly, opening her mouth like a little baby bird, patiently waiting for you to feed her.

“Oh?” you spoke thoughtfully, a wide, playful grin spreading across your face. You picked up two chips from the bag and gently placed them into her waiting mouth. She chewed softly right beside your ear, the tiny, contented “nom” sound making you grin even more.

“More,” she murmured, nuzzling her nose lightly against your cheek. “Feed me more. I don’t wanna use my hands…”

Your cheeks flushed softly at her tender affection, but you couldn’t resist. You obliged, feeding her another chip, feeling a sweet and domestic kind of happiness wash over you.

“You’re such a big back, Yoonchip. How did you even wake up at the sound of chips?” you teased gently.

She didn’t answer and instead let out a soft hum, pressing her whole weight against your side with her head sinking heavily onto your shoulder.

Eventually, she noticed the glow of your phone screen, but she was too far gone in her post-nap haze to care about how she looked.

“No… it’s because you weren’t cuddling me anymore,” she mumbled in a drowsy, muffled voice. Her hand reached out blindly, moving clumsily, not for the bag but to pat your cheek until your eyes met hers.

“Can you feed me the red one next? I’ve been wanting to try it.”

You couldn’t help but let out a loving giggle. Picking a spicy-flavored chip, you held it to her lips. She took it with a tiny, satisfying crunch, her eyes closing in pure enjoyment, making your heart feel incredibly full.

user7: "it's because you weren't cuddling with me anymore” GUYS I AM SOBBING.

user09: our maknae is BABY.

user10: y/n feeding her like a baby bird is my new favorite genre of content

“You guys see this?” you whispered to the camera, tilting your phone slightly to catch Yoonchae clinging to your arm like a tiny, sleepy koala. “She’s acting like a five-year-old right now.”

At that, she lazily opened one eye, peeking at the screen that showed the both of you. With a slow stretch, she reached out a clumsy hand and fumbled for the phone on the tripod, barely glancing at it.

“Wait- Yoonchip, what are you doing?” you said, your voice catching in surprise. “The live isn’t finished yet!”

“Not finished yet?” she repeated, finally opening both her eyes to make sure she didn’t miss the live button. “Okay… then I guess it’s going to be finished now.”

Her fingers brushed the screen, and the camera wobbled wildly for a moment, catching a brief, dizzying blur of your ceiling and your tangled, intertwined legs.

use11: clingy yoonchae is honestly my favorite type of yoonchae

user12: Can’t even have a quiet moment with her without her girl stealing the spotlight 😭

user13: NO DON’T GO 😿

“Bye-bye,” she murmured softly into the mic, just enough to set the snacks aside. But immediately, she pulled you back close for another round of comfortable cuddles, refusing to let go.

[batzymen]

u should make a yoonchae x 7th reader where reader is about the same age both are so oblivious to each other it makes 0t5 katseye wan to pull their hair out

Oblivious?

- summary : yoonch and you being so oblivious and katz is gonna crash out so they spy on u two.

- warnings : yoonchae x f!reader, 7th member r, reader is 17, fluff, cute stuff, r and yoonch being cuties, n idk.

the whole katseye dorm had one shared braincell that week and it was dedicated to exactly one thought : how are y/n and yoonchae THIS dumb.

like it was reaching emergency levels.

because yoonchae ( who is 17 ) and y/n ( also 17, equally clueless ) moved around each other like two sims with low autonomy like orbiting, staring, blushing, but never connecting the final dot.

it started small. yoonchae sitting next to y/n on the couch even when the entire rest of the sofa was empty. y/n handing yoonchae her water bottle without being asked. both of them giggling at absolutely nothing like they had their own secret language.

the rest of the girls noticed immediately.

dani looked at them, dead inside. “they’re gonna give me wrinkles.”

manon whispered, “they don’t even realize they like each other… this is worse than sophia thinking the oven was broken when she forgot to turn it on.”

sophia whacked her arm. “LET IT GO.”

but the final straw came on a quiet saturday, when y/n and yoonchae were on the floor building lego like two children, and lara passed by to witness something so painfully innocent it made her want to scream.

yoonchae picked up a lego piece, handed it to y/n, and softly said, “i thought of you when i found this one.”

it was literally just a blue brick.

y/n took it like it was a diamond ring. “oh… thanks… that’s… really nice.”

they stared at each other for a full five seconds. blushing. smiling. doing nothing. lara walked straight into sophia’s room and said, “we need an intervention.”

sophia blinked. “what happened now?”

“they flirted over a lego brick.”

sophia looked horrified. “oh my god.”

later that evening, all five members were stuffed behind the hallway wall like spies, trying to watch the two idiots in the kitchen.

y/n was trying to reach a mug on the top shelf. yoonchae stood behind her, hands tentatively hovering like she wanted to help but was too shy to actually touch her.

“i can get it for you,” yoonchae said, voice soft.

“no it’s okay,” y/n said, immediately struggling but refusing to admit defeat, “i’m tall enough.”

she was absolutely not tall enough.

yoonchae reached over her anyway and grabbed the mug in two seconds. y/n froze under her arm like it was the most intimate act known to humankind.

yoonchae handed it to her with the shyest smile ever. “here.”

and y/n whispered, “thank you…” like yoonchae had saved her life.

from the hallway, dani slapped a hand over her mouth. “i can’t do this. i can’t watch this anymore.”

megan shook her head slowly. “this is torture. i feel physically ill.”

lara muttered, “they’re gonna be eighty and still calling each other ‘special friends’.”

even sophia, who usually had the patience of a saint, whispered, “if they don’t confess soon i’m locking them in a room.”

manon nodded. “seconded.”

meanwhile, back in the kitchen, yoonchae and y/n were still standing awkwardly close.

yoonchae finally worked up the courage. “um… do you… maybe wanna go get ice cream later? like… with me?”

y/n blinked, heart stopping. “like… together?”

yoonchae nodded. “yeah… i mean… i think it’d be fun if it was just us…” y/n’s face went red in 0.01 seconds. “o-oh. yeah. i’d like that…”

soft smiling. awkward shifting… more smiling.

from the hallway, the girls collectively collapsed like they’d just run a marathon.

“FINALLY,” sophia whispered, clutching her chest.

dani fanned herself. “i aged ten years.”

megan groaned into her hands. “i hate this. i love them but i hate this.”

lara quietly wiped a tear. “my babies… they’re growing…”

yoonchae and y/n walked past them holding hands, too lost in their shy little bubble to even notice everyone smashed against the wall like idiots.

and the whole group just watched them go, exhausted but relieved. manon sighed. “do you think they know they’re basically dating now?”

sophia shook her head. “no. absolutely not.”

dani groaned. “we’re never getting a break.”

the moment y/n and yoonchae left the dorm hand-in-hand, the rest of katseye moved like a military operation. sophia grabbed her jacket. dani took her phone. manon was already tying her shoelaces like she had trained for this exact mission. megan shoved a cap on lara’s head so she looked less recognizable.

they weren’t even being subtle about it.

“i refuse,” sophia whispered as she tiptoed down the hall, “to let those two go on a first date alone. they’ll probably think they’re on a school project outing.”

dani snorted into her sleeve. “they’re gonna share ice cream and be like, ‘wow, friendship is crazy.’”

megan whispered, “no. i’m done. i’m done being their babysitter. but i’m also coming. let’s go.”

down the street, y/n and yoonchae were walking like two awkward penguins—a little too close, a little too stiff, hands brushing every few steps like neither of them knew what to do with their limbs.

yoonchae saw a dog and got excited. y/n saw yoonchae get excited and got even more excited.

none of this was romantic in their heads but somehow unbelievably romantic at the same time.

behind them, the rest of katseye shuffled into a bush like it was part of the plan.

literally a whole bush. six girls stuffed together, crouched, breathing too loud.

megan whispered, “i can see them. oh my god. yoonchae is trying so hard to flirt, she looks like she’s buffering.”

dani nearly choked on her own laughter. “LOOK. Y/N IS HOLDING THE ICE CREAM LIKE IT’S A PROPOSAL.”

sophia got emotional way too fast. “they’re so cute… but they’re so obvious… i want to squeeze them.”

y/n took a bite of her ice cream and immediately handed it to yoonchae with a quiet “try it,” like she’d just given her the keys to her heart.

yoonchae tasted it, blushed, then handed hers back like it was a sacred ritual.

inside the bush, manon slapped sophia’s arm. “THEY JUST INDIRECT KISSED.”

lara gasped. “THIS IS BIG. THIS IS HISTORY.”

megan shoved them both. “shut up they’re gonna hear us—”

the bush rustled violently.

y/n paused mid-lick. “did you… hear something?”

yoonchae looked around, wide-eyed. “maybe it’s a cat?”

in the bush, five fully grown girls froze.

dani mouthed, you’re the cat.

megan stomped on her foot.

y/n shrugged it off and kept walking. yoonchae followed, still holding hands like she didn’t realize it. the bush squad exhaled like they had survived war.

they followed the couple to a small park. the sun was setting. the lights were warm. it was legitimately the perfect romantic moment.

y/n sat on the swings, gently pushing her feet. yoonchae took the one next to her, swaying like she couldn’t sit still.

they were talking so softly that the spying crew had to lean out from behind a tree to hear anything.

“i had a really nice time,” yoonchae said, voice tiny. y/n smiled at her like she’d just been handed happiness. “i… did too. a lot.”

yoonchae kicked her feet once, nervous. “we should do this again.”

“i want to,” y/n said.

the girls behind the tree instantly turned feral.

lara actually silently punched the air. sophia covered her mouth so she wouldn’t squeal. dani looked like she was going to pass out. manon wiped a tear. megan leaned her head against the trunk like she was praying.

and then it happened.

yoonchae reached out and gently linked their fingers together again.

just simple one.

y/n immediately turned bright red but didn’t pull away—she squeezed back.

the reaction behind the tree was not simple, soft, or honest. the tree literally shook from how hard they all silently screamed at the same time.

yoonchae looked up. “did the tree just… move?”

y/n blinked. “maybe… wind?”

there was zero wind.

but somehow they didn’t question it enough to expose the entire adult team spying on their date.

the two walked home still holding hands, shoulders brushing.

the moment they disappeared around the corner, the entire group behind the tree collapsed onto the grass in dramatic silence.

megan whisper-yelled, “THAT WAS THE MOST FRUSTRATINGLY WHOLESOME DATE I’VE EVER SEEN.”

sophia sighed dramatically. “i’m so proud… but also so tired…”

lara nodded. “they’re gonna kill us with how slow they are.”

dani groaned, “it’s never gonna be easy with them, is it?”

manon lay flat on her back. “unfortunately no.”

a/n : im gonna disappear for 2 weeks ( maybe more ) bcz of exams, so here u go 😋

[chicc12]

Sleepy Queen.

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Request: here :)

Summary: You can nap anywhere—on laps, on floors, even in the middle of a livestream. Chaos, laughter, and cuddles ensue as the girls try to navigate your legendary sleepiness… and you somehow make it all utterly adorable.

Pairings: Katseye x fem7thmember!reader

Warning(s): fluff

A/N: im somehow almost at 1k followers?! damn, my mind cannot comprehend. i love y'all

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There are some things you never grow out of—habits that follow you quietly from childhood into adulthood, weaving themselves into who you are without you ever noticing.

For you, it was sleep.

Not the kind that waited patiently at the end of the day, tucked neatly into a bed with the lights off—but the kind that came whenever it wanted, wherever it wanted, wrapping itself around you like second nature.

Ever since you were little, sleeping anywhere seemed to come naturally to you. Your mom would always shake her head, half amused, half exasperated. 'Are you narcoleptic or something?' she’d ask, watching you curl up on the couch during breakfast or nod off on the stairs as if they were just another cosy surface.

Of course, you weren’t. You just had this uncanny ability to fall asleep wherever, whenever, and however you pleased.

That habit, harmless as it once was, became a quiet superpower once you joined Katseye. Between early mornings, back-to-back rehearsals, interviews, and long travel days, your schedule barely left room to breathe, let alone sleep. So, you adapted—you learned to nap anywhere, even under less-than-ideal circumstances.

The girls quickly learned your tendencies, and honestly, it became a bit of a running joke. You could be anywhere, and you’d find the perfect angle to close your eyes.

Sometimes it was in the back of the van, sprawled across the leather seats with a scarf pulled over your face like a makeshift eye mask. The hum of the engine, the faint sway of the ride, and your uncanny ability to tune out everything made it almost impossible to wake you without shaking you lightly—or risk waking up a very grumpy you.

Airports became another stage for your naps. While your other members ran around dragging bags, fumbling through boarding passes, or trying not to miss the announcements, you would find a quiet corner—sometimes right on the cold, hard floor—and curl up into yourself.

Your head might rest on your backpack or just a wall, knees tucked under your chin, blanket hastily wrapped around your shoulders if you were lucky enough to have one. To anyone walking by, it looked uncomfortable, but you’d drift instantly into that deep, restorative sleep that made the chaos of travel fade entirely.

Backstage before concerts? Forget about it. The girls had often laughed as they tiptoed past you in the little green room or dressing area. You could be perched on a chair, sprawled across a couch, or tucked into the corner of a back room, and you’d be completely out.

Sometimes they’d leave little notes or a bottle of water beside you, just to make sure you were safe and had what you might need when you woke. Sometimes, they’d find you mid-conversation, nodding off with your phone balanced precariously in your lap, and carefully slide it to the side so you could sleep.

Rehearsal studios were no exception. You had a knack for finding just the right moment to catch a quick nap, often leaning against the wall or stretched out on the floor with a jacket or hoodie draped over yourself.

Even in the middle of warm-ups, during stretches, or between complicated choreography runs, the girls had learned that disturbing you was a mistake—sometimes resulting in sleepy grumbles, sometimes in a full-on grumpy tirade that left them quickly apologising and backing away.

Over time, your ability to nap anywhere became part of Katseye lore. It wasn’t just about sleeping—it was a testament to your adaptability, your ability to find rest and reclaim a little energy even in the whirlwind of idol life.

And while the girls teased you relentlessly about it, they also admired it. Because you somehow managed to take care of yourself in the little ways, even when the world demanded everything else from you.

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An example of your talent of being able to sleep anywhere was when you were standing in line at the airport check-in counter. It should have been impossible as the lights were too bright, the floor too hard, the space filled with the low murmur of other travellers and the constant rolling of suitcases.

And yet you stood behind Manon, your passport clutched loosely in one hand, backpack hanging from your shoulder. At first, you were alert enough—shifting your weight, blinking slowly, eyes half-lidded as you waited.

But then, without even thinking about it, you leaned forward slightly, resting your forehead against the space between Manon’s shoulder blades.

Just lightly. Barely any pressure at all.

Manon didn’t think much of it at first. You were always clingy when you were tired, always finding small ways to anchor yourself to someone nearby. She adjusted her stance instinctively, giving you something sturdier to lean on, one hand casually stretched back to rest on your waist.

But then the weight shifted.

Slowly. Gradually. Unmistakably.

Manon stiffened as she realised you weren’t just leaning anymore—you were sinking. Your grip on the passport loosened, your breathing evened out, and your forehead pressed more firmly into her back.

She glanced over her shoulder, eyes widening just a little.

'Wait… are you—?' She whispered.

No response.

Your knees buckled slightly, your entire body trusting her without question as sleep pulled you under. Manon reacted on instinct, quickly sliding her whole arm back to steady you before you could tip forward completely.

'Oh my god,' she muttered, half laughing, half concerned. 'You’re actually falling asleep standing up.'

Sophia, standing beside her, noticed immediately. 'Is she asleep?'

Manon adjusted her grip, turning around to hold you upright as subtly as she could. 'I think so. She’s like… fully gone.'

Your head tipped sideways, cheek now resting against her shoulder, mouth parted slightly as you exhaled softly. To anyone else in line, it probably looked like a tired member leaning on a friend. But Manon could feel it—your entire weight slack and trusting.

She sighed, fond and amused, and murmured quietly, 'You’re unbelievable.'

The line shuffled forward, and Manon gently rubbed your back. 'Hey. Hey—wake up.'

You stirred, brows knitting together as you let out a small, displeased sound. 'Mm… five more minutes.' You mumbled, voice thick with sleep.

She laughed under her breath. 'Nope. We’re moving. You’re about to be checked in as luggage.'

Your eyes fluttered open slowly, unfocused at first. You blinked up at her, confused. 'We… landed already?'

Sophia snorted. 'She thinks we teleported.'

Manon nudged you upright, slipping the passport more securely into your hand. 'Come on. Stay with us. At least until security.'

You groaned softly but shuffled forward, still half asleep, instinctively staying close to Manon’s side as the line moved.

And just like that, you were awake again—if only barely—leaving behind another moment that proved you could, in fact, sleep absolutely anywhere.

---

Another time was in the rehearsal studio. It was buzzing in that familiar, low-level way. Music humming softly from the speakers, sneakers squeaking against the floor, the faint echo of counting and breath as the girls stretched and warmed up.

You, meanwhile, had found your spot.

At first, you were just sat leaning against the mirror, arms crossed loosely over your chest, head tilted back so it rested against the cool glass. Perfectly normal. Perfectly fine.

But slowly—imperceptibly—you started to slide.

Your shoulders rounded forward. Your chin dipped to your chest. One knee slid, then the other, until you were hunched over in a tight, awkward-looking curl, forehead nearly resting on your own knees practically slick with the floor. From a distance, it looked deeply uncomfortable—like your body had folded in on itself mid-thought.

Megan was the first to notice.

She paused mid-stretch, frowning slightly. 'Uh… is she okay?'

Daniela followed her gaze and immediately stiffened. 'Why is she shaped like that?'

Lara squinted. 'That cannot be comfortable.'

The three of them drifted closer, voices lowering instinctively, as if they were approaching a skittish animal. Megan crouched slightly in front of you, trying to catch your eye.

'Hey, Y/N,' she said gently. 'You good?'

No response.

Daniela tilted her head, concern creeping into her voice. 'Y/N?'

Lara leaned in, eyes widening as she realised what was happening. 'Oh my god… wait... she’s asleep.'

Megan blinked. 'No way.'

Daniela reached out carefully, placing a hand on your shoulder. 'There is absolutely no way she’s sleeping like that.'

You shifted slightly at the touch, letting out a soft, annoyed hum—but didn’t wake. Your breathing was slow, even. Fully gone.

Lara clapped a hand over her mouth, laughing quietly. 'She looks like a shrimp.'

'That can’t be good for her back.' Megan muttered, though she was smiling now.

Daniela tried again, gently shaking your shoulder. 'Hey. Hey, nap queen. Wake up.'

You jolted awake instantly, eyes snapping open as you straightened just enough to glare at them through your lashes.

'What,' you grumbled. 'Why are you all staring at me?'

Megan laughed. 'Because you were folded in half. We thought you were dying.'

You groaned, rubbing your face. 'I was sleeping.'

Lara raised an eyebrow. 'Bent over in the fetal position? Against a mirror?'

'Yeah,' you snapped, already sulking. 'And you woke me up.'

Daniela snorted. 'You can’t just power down like that and expect us not to check on you.'

You pushed yourself to sit upright with a dramatic sigh, stretching slightly before immediately frowning again. 'I’m hungry.'

The suddenness of it made all three of them burst out laughing.

'That’s it?' Megan said, shaking her head. 'That’s the crisis?'

'Yes,' you replied flatly. 'I want food. And I want it now.'

Lara wiped at her eyes, still laughing. 'She wakes up grumpy and starving every single time.'

Daniela helped you stand up before slinging an arm around your shoulders, steering you away from the mirror. 'Come on. Let’s get you fed before you curl back into a ball and nap on the floor.'

You let yourself be guided, still grumbling under your breath. 'You shouldn’t wake sleeping people. It’s rude.'

Megan smiled fondly as she followed behind. 'You shouldn’t sleep like a folded deck chair.'

But even as they teased you, all three of them stayed close—half amused, half protective—already used to the fact that if you stayed still long enough, sleep would always find you.

---

This one time had everyone in disbelief. It was during a concert delay.

You and the girls are already dressed, mics fitted, hair and makeup done. The adrenaline is there—buzzing under your skin—but nowhere to go. Somewhere out front, the crowd is loud and restless, chanting your name in waves that bleed faintly through the walls.

Backstage, though, it’s all waiting.

Crew members pace with headsets pressed tight to their ears. Someone mutters about sound checks. Someone else says something about a lighting issue. Ten minutes turns into twenty. Twenty stretches longer.

You end up on the floor.

At first, it’s just to stretch. You lie on your back near the wall, legs lifting up until your feet press flat against it. It’s comfortable in that oddly grounding way—blood rushing just enough to make your body feel heavier, calmer.

Your phone rests loosely in your hands as you scroll, thumb moving on autopilot. Every now and then, you hum softly, running through gentle vocal warm-ups under your breath. Scales. Little riffs. Nothing strenuous—just enough to stay warm.

The girls are scattered around the green room.

Megan is pacing, shaking out her arms. Lara’s sitting cross-legged, talking animatedly to Daniela about something she saw on the monitor. Manon is leaning against the counter, sipping water. Sophia’s seated nearby, watching the room with that calm, steady presence she always has.

Yoonchae, meanwhile, is spinning in a chair.

Then she stops. She squints. '…Guys.'

No one responds.

She leans closer to you, tilting her head.

Your phone is no longer moving. Your humming has stopped. Your chest rises and falls slowly, evenly. One arm has slipped limply to your side, the phone resting against the floor. Your legs are still propped up against the wall like nothing in the world is wrong.

Yoonchae’s eyes widen. 'She’s—' she whispers, already pulling out her own phone. 'She’s asleep.'

Instantly, she drops into a crouch, snapping photos like she’s uncovered a once-in-a-lifetime phenomenon.

Click. Click. A video. A zoom.

'She’s sleeping like a vampire,' Yoonchae hisses, barely containing her laughter. 'Who sleeps like this?!'

Daniela turns first. 'Wait—what?'

Megan freezes mid-stretch. 'No. She’s not.'

Lara peers over, then bursts out laughing. 'Oh my god, she actually is.'

Manon covers her mouth. 'We’re… we’re about to go on stage.'

Yoonchae is thriving. She circles you carefully, documenting every angle.

'Legs on the wall,' she narrates softly. 'Phone dropped. Zero awareness. This is insane.'

Before she can get any closer, Sophia stands. 'Yoonchae.' She says gently but firmly.

Yoonchae looks up. 'But—'

Sophia shakes her head once. 'Let her sleep.'

She moves quietly, kneeling beside you. Carefully—so carefully—she places a bottle of water near your hand, then a small snack beside it. She tucks them close enough that you’ll notice them when you wake, but not close enough to touch you.

The room softens.

Megan lowers her voice instinctively. Lara mouths she’s unreal. Daniela watches you with fond disbelief.

Sophia straightens and glances at the door. 'If they call us up,' she says calmly, 'we’ll wake her. Otherwise… we let her be.'

Yoonchae pouts but complies, retreating to the couch—still grinning down at her phone, already reviewing her evidence.

You sleep like that for a few more minutes.

Legs up. Body slack. Completely at peace.

Until a crew member sticks their head in. 'We’re ready in two.'

Sophia crouches again, brushing your shoulder gently. 'Hey,' she murmurs. 'It’s time.'

You blink awake, eyes unfocused. You squint at the ceiling. At the wall. At your legs.

'…Did I fall asleep?' You mumble.

The girls lose it.

Yoonchae practically shouts, 'DURING A CONCERT DELAY!'

You groan, sliding your legs down and sitting up slowly. You grab the water automatically, taking a sip like this is all perfectly normal.

'I was waiting,' you say simply, then glance at the snack. '…Oh. Thanks.'

Sophia smiles. 'Of course.'

You stand, stretch once, roll your shoulders—and just like that, you’re ready. Awake. Grounded. Yours again.

As you head toward the stage, Yoonchae whispers loudly, 'I’m posting those later.'

You don’t even argue.

Because honestly? Sleeping on the green room floor, legs on the wall, five minutes before a concert— that’s just… you.

And the girls wouldn’t have it any other way.

---

The apartment is alive with laughter. The girls are sprawled across the living room floor, camera pointed at them for a casual Weverse livestream.

Lara and Daniela are debating over snacks, Megan is trying, and failing, to balance a bowl of popcorn on her knee, and Manon is, of course, laughing her iconic dolphin laugh, high-pitched and impossible to ignore. Sophia leans back against the couch, smiling at the camera but keeping a sharp eye on the chaos.

Meanwhile, you’re tucked away in your room, wrapped in your blanket like a burrito, blissfully sleeping. Your bedroom door is slightly ajar, the soft glow of sunlight mixing with the flicker of the livestream lights from the living room.

You’ve found a perfect spot to nap, and for once, no one has to tiptoe around you—though they’d never admit it, the chaos of the apartment has become a sort of white noise that lets you nap even harder.

Laughter, chatter, the occasional excited squeal from the livestream all blur together in the background. You barely stir… until Manon’s laugh spikes into that unmistakable dolphin-pitch crescendo.

A faint crease forms between your brows.

You sigh in your sleep, pulling the blanket over your head a little more, as if trying to escape the sound waves entirely.

It works for about ten seconds.

Eventually, you give up. You stretch slightly, then push the blanket down just enough to blink your eyes open. The light feels too bright. Everything feels too loud.

You shuffle out of your room and stop in the doorway, rubbing your eyes as you take in the living room. All six girls are scattered across the couch and floor, snacks in hand, bodies angled toward the livestream phone propped up nearby.

Your gaze lands on Daniela's phone, she has her back to you, phone in hand as she reads the chat. You squint at the fans’ comments scrolling by although you can't really read them:

chatter01: Is that y/n asleep in the back?? whilst standing?? chatter02: Stop omg she's so cute I can’t handle this. chatter03: She looks grumpy already—adorable. chatter04: OMG she’s emerging… she’s coming for us.

You let out a sleepy hum, pinching the bridge of your nose as if the noise has finally caught up to you. Then, with your usual sleepy determination, you cross the room and plop down right on Manon’s lap without a word. The blanket comes with you, draped over both of you.

'Mm… too loud,' you mutter, voice groggy and eyes half closed. You nuzzle into her shoulder. '…But it’s okay. I love you.'

Manon freezes — just for a second — before her hand comes up to rub slow circles over your back. She laughs softly, somewhere between amused and melting, as you settle more fully against her.

The blanket shifts again, spreading across Lara too. She lets out a small, surprised sound before instinctively adjusting so you can drape over her as well.

Sophia moves without thinking, kneeling beside the couch. Her fingers glide through your messy hair, gentle and practiced.

'Hey,' she murmurs. 'It’s okay. Just sleep.'

Yoonchae leans toward the camera with an exaggerated grin, pointing discreetly at you. 'She’s not fun when she’s tired.'

Your eyes crack open at that.

'…Hey,' you mutter, lifting your head just enough to glare. 'That’s rude. And for that—' you pause, squinting like the thought takes effort, '—no bubble tea.'

Yoonchae gasps. 'Wait—no—!'

But you’re already sinking back down, cheek pressed into Manon’s shoulder again. Manon chuckles under her breath as Sophia shakes her head fondly, her hand still resting between your shoulders. Lara shifts closer, careful and quiet, making sure you’re supported.

The livestream chat explodes

chatter05: She’s literally laying on them all—this is peak Katseye content chatter06: I love that she’s so comfy and grumpy at the same time chatter07: Yoonchae’s bubble tea is officially cursed

You mumble something incoherent, barely audible, as Megan gently slides a pillow toward you. You don’t even notice — you’re already drifting again.

The room naturally softens around you. Voices drop. Movements become careful. It’s like everyone has silently agreed to orbit you without disturbing your sleep.

'Honestly,' Daniela whispers toward the camera, smiling, 'she can nap anywhere. Studio floors. Vans. Corners.'

Sophia nods slightly, squeezing your shoulder. 'She gets… very comfortable.'

You shift faintly, a quiet sound leaving your throat — something like 'too loud…'

Manon stiffens just a little, tightening her hold. Lara adjusts, easing your legs across her lap. Megan freezes mid-reach with a bowl of popcorn.

'Careful.' Manon whispers, barely audible.

The chat floods with laughing emojis and warnings.

chatter08: She’s just a baby, your honour chatter09: Watch out, she’s moving! chatter10: They’re all terrified but also smiling so hard. I can’t handle this chatter11: Manon is basically a living pillow for her right now

You settle again, head heavy against Manon’s shoulder. Sophia resumes rubbing your back, humming softly under her breath.

Lara chuckles softly, glancing at you. 'I swear, every time she moves just a little, we all panic. It’s like walking on eggshells.'

Daniela grins, whispering into the camera, 'Honestly, it’s worth it. She’s too cute to care about being careful. Even if we’re slightly terrified.'

Then—

'ACHOO!'

Daniela’s sneeze is loud, sharp, impossible to ignore.

You jolt awake instantly, blanket shifting as your head snaps up. Your eyes blink rapidly, unfocused, before narrowing on Daniela.

'Daniela,' you groan, voice rough and startled. 'You scared me.'

Her face crumples. 'I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to—I just sneezed!' She scrambles up onto the couch and wraps you into a clumsy, apologetic hug. 'I didn’t mean to wake you.'

You rub your face, then sigh, the tension leaving you almost immediately. 'It’s okay.' You mumble, letting yourself stay curled against her for a moment.

But you don’t fall back asleep.

You blink, listening again — the chatter, the girls, the warmth of the room. Yeah. You’re fully awake now.

Daniela brightens. 'So… we can be loud again?' She asks, hopeful.

You nod, sitting up a little as the blanket slips down. The energy in the room shifts instantly.

Megan couldn’t help but laugh, pointing at the camera. 'This is literally that meme! You know the one… where the guy sneezes and scares all the deer away from the deck?' She tilted her head, eyes twinkling with humour. 'And the woman’s like, ‘Oh nice, Ron,’ and he’s like, ‘What? I’m not allowed to sneeze anymore?’ That’s literally Daniela and Y/N right now.'

You chuckled groggily, a hand brushing through your messy hair. 'Yeah. Guess I’m the deer.'

The chat loses it.

chatter18: The deer got scared chatter19: Daniela is officially Ron and y/n is the deer. I love it chatter20: THE DEER 😭 chatter21:what is even happening in this live, someone tell me

You leaned back fully while Sophia reached over to smooth your hair, muttering softly, 'You’re ridiculous, you know that?'

You grin back, still sleepy. 'Yeah. But you love me.'

She hums. 'Unfortunately.'

The girls all laughed quietly, feeding off each other’s amusement while making sure you stayed comfortable.

Yoonchae leans toward the camera again, whispering, 'See? Even awake, she’s still a little bit of a menace.'

You yawn, stretching slightly. 'Careful. Or the bubble tea ban comes back.'

Everyone laughs.

And there you are — awake, warm, wrapped in a blanket and surrounded by chaos and care in equal measure. The livestream rolls on, the chat goes wild, and Katseye settles comfortably back into itself, exactly the way it always does.

---

Later that evening, after the livestream had ended and the apartment had quieted down, you finally pulled yourself away from the group.

The blanket was still draped loosely over your shoulders, hair sticking up in all directions, and your face was flushed from the warmth and lingering chaos of the afternoon. You stretched, letting out a big, exaggerated yawn, and lazily wandered to your phone to scroll through social media.

At first, you were just glancing at random meme accounts, but then something caught your eye: edits.

Hundreds of edits. Edits of you and the girls. Every moment from the livestream where you’d been asleep, half-awake, or completely out of it was suddenly immortalized in fan creations. Some were photoshopped, some were little memes with captions like:

Ultimate Nap Boss: She conquers all laps. When your favourite human is a blanket burrito overlord. Me trying to nap anywhere like Y/N. Do not disturb: Y/N is in hibernation mode.

You blinked, mouth falling open slightly, and then scrolled further. There were edits of you sprawled across Manon and Lara, one where Sophia was smoothing your hair with a caption that said: 'She’s too cute to handle—administer pets immediately.' Another showed Daniela flinching mid-sneeze with an exaggerated 'WARNING: Sneezes may wake sleeping goddess' overlay.

You let out a soft snort at first, but then a genuine, loud laugh bubbled out of you. Some of the comments were so outrageous and spot-on that you howled in laughter, clutching your stomach.

One edit had a fan scribbled dialogue between you and Megan, 'Move slightly and you die,' paired with your sleepy, grumpy expression—it nearly made you fall out of your chair.

'Oh no,' you whispered to yourself, cheeks flushing pink. '…that's embarrassing.'

Unable to resist, you quickly send the link of the funniest edits and compiled them into a single message, sending it to the group chat. Within moments, your phone was buzzing like crazy.

Lara: OMG I KNEW people were saving those moments! You look hilarious 😭 Megan: I cannot… she’s literally a burrito overlord on us all, I’m dead 😂 Manon: I’m offended AND honoured that you plopped on me for your nap. Now the entire fandom knows😅 Daniela: gurl you're actually adorable Sophia: I swear she looks grumpy but so… soft. I can’t even. Stop being cute 😭 Yoonchae: You’re officially the chaos queen of naps. I’m scared and in awe.

You buried your face in your hands, muffling a laugh.

You: Stop… stop! I’m never showing my face again. How did it get this bad?

Daniela, ever the cuddly instigator, sent a string of heart emojis and a teasing message:

Daniela: You mean the adorable chaos that keeps me entertained for hours? You’re welcome 😘 Megan: Honestly, I’m still laughing at that meme where you looked like a startled deer. I keep thinking about it every time I see you move even slightly

Sophia, probably the most fond and exasperated of all, sent a voice note, 'You have no idea how cute—and ridiculous—you look. I keep imagining this as a highlight reel of Y/N's nap powers. I… love you, but seriously,' she sighs drastically, 'Stop giving them content like this.'

Yoonchae chimed in with a laughing emoji and a single line:

Yoonchae: You’re never allowed to nap alone again 😭

You groaned dramatically, half laughing, half covering your face.

You: Okay! Okay! I get it! I’m a meme now, alright? I will never live this down!

Daniela’s reply popped up immediately.

Daniela: Good. You should enjoy it. You’ve entertained the fandom AND us. That’s a win.

You rolled your eyes, still laughing.

You: Fine, fine… but just know, next time I nap anywhere, I’m taking all of you down with me. Megan: Challenge accepted. We’ll be your blanket barricade 😎

The group chat erupted in emojis, teasing, and affectionate chaos, and you couldn’t help but grin, your embarrassment softened by the warmth of their jokes and love.

You leaned back on the couch, pulling the blanket over your shoulders once more. Even if the whole world had seen your sleepy, grumpy, adorable self plastered across memes and edits, you didn’t mind— not when it was wrapped in this much love.

Because the girls were laughing with you, teasing you endlessly, and making sure every moment—even your nap chaos—was filled with affection and warmth.

And as you settled back into your blanket cocoon, phone buzzing with laughter and emojis from the chat, you realised… maybe being a meme wasn’t so bad when the people you loved were the ones laughing with you.

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[uchuhzini]

But I'm your girlfriend? - 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍

Synopsis: You unboxed their Beautiful Chaos album, yet pulled everyone’s photocard except your girlfriend. What follows is pure dramatic whining, pouty threats, and jealous rants, while you remain shamelessly unbothered, teasing her relentlessly until love wins over the cardboard betrayal.

Pairing: KATSEYE X FEM! READER.

- Megan

- Yoonchae

- Lara

- Daniela

- Manon

- Sophia

A/N: Another episode of me talking to myself because the editing app hates me! okay so don’t mind the typos, the unsent that was obviously unintentional, and the editing! also please request if you have anything in mind, I’m open for requests! 😚

[deadpoolps]

♱ Made You Love Me.

>> series - minor dni - katseye ot6 - g!p reader - smut - fluff - yoonchae is here for fluff not smut - haunted themed - sexual content - multiple kinks - threesome - etc

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After your grandparents passed, your parents dumped their old, rotting manor on you with zero help. “You’re broke, so deal with it,” they said. Reluctantly, you move into the isolated, creepy estate alone, expecting dust, leaks, and maybe some rats.

What you don’t expect are the six girls who have been haunting the manor for decades.

⇢ one.

⇢ two.

⇢ three.

⇢ four.

⇢ five.

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