babie wannie 🥺

contains g!p wendy for all of your hearts desire

seungwan knows by now how joohyun is on the brink of her heats: lingering touches and longer periods of silence.

even though attending schedules requires being heavily under suppressants, she doesn’t have to be able to smell her omega to understand her needs—not when joohyun has only managed to shuffle closer to her since the beginning of the radio program, and not when there’s suddenly a hand on her thigh, making seungwan jolt in her seat.

seungwan shifts her eyes in her direction, being careful not to draw too much attention to them. the question bubbling inside her is immediately answered when she meets joohyun’s quiet gaze.

up close, it’s apparent how her cheeks are just the slightest bit flushed, how her eyes appear a touch glazed over as joohyun lets seungwan slowly take her hand into her own, tangling their fingers together beneath the table.

“you okay?” seungwan can’t help asking softly, when she’s sure her voice is drowned out by the commercial being played.

joohyun blinks back at her slowly, almost uncomprehendingly. her eyelashes flutter in time with each soothing stroke of seungwan’s thumb over the back of her hand.

when she completely fails to reply after a few seconds, seungwan can’t help smiling fondly in understanding. “we’ll take care of you when we get home, okay?” she reassures, giving the hand in hers a gentle squeeze. “just sit tight for now, unnie.”

a quiet exhale, joohyun seeming to relax at the careful bits of affection seungwan manages to offer in the middle of a schedule. clarity seems to return to her eyes as the commercial ends, and the radio host begins to welcome them back to the show.

her hand remains in seungwan’s lap for the rest of the radio talk. even if she could, seungwan wouldn’t do anything to stop her.

yet by the time they’ve piled into the car and are on the way back home, seungwan knows joohyun is reaching the end of her tether.

half weighed down by joohyun attempting to climb onto her lap, seungwan can only offer her wrists to her needy omega, feeling small hands immediately latching onto her.

“maybe we should drive a little faster,” seulgi suggests weakly to their manager, who only makes a sympathetic noise as she glances fleetingly in the rearview mirror.

seungwan chuckles sheepishly from the backseat, knowing they’re both watching the way joohyun nuzzles into the inside of her wrists, sniffing thoroughly along her skin. the way joohyun lets loose a soft sigh of dismay when she fails to smell anything past the suppressants, shuffling determinedly closer to seungwan.

“please drive carefully,” is all she can manage, before she feels joohyun nosing against her neck in search of her scent and a knee slotting carelessly between her own, and seungwan is cut off by a shaky breath and an instinctive buck of her hips.

yerim covers her eyes with a groan.

her advice is decidedly ignored, to say the least. several minutes ahead of schedule later, joohyun and seungwan are dropped off at the dorm.

then they’re past the bedroom door, and suddenly there’s nothing left to stop joohyun from pressing seungwan down into the sheets, from straddling seungwan with a poise still somehow held in the depths of her heat-addled mind.

she’s a vision seungwan finds herself completely enraptured by, hair sweeping over a shoulder, eyes dark and half-lidded with hazy desire as they peer back down at her. cheeks already painted a soft, pretty pink.

a tender hand cradling the back of her neck, a soft sigh, and then their lips are pressing together, slow and heated with the promise for more. seungwan swallows joohyun’s quiet exhales, smooths her hands over the trembling thighs framing her own, feels herself beginning to strain through the fabric of her pants, against the heated body pressed against her.

a soft whine slips from joohyun’s kiss-bruised lips, and seungwan shivers, head automatically tilting to the side as her omega redirects her attention to seungwan’s neck, mouth hot and insistent as her nose probes along her scent gland.

the suppressants have evidently begun to wear off, is seungwan’s only distant thought as the smell of their mixed scents flood her senses, as she’s instinctively canting upward into the slow rock of joohyun’s hips with a shaky moan.

she can smell it, joohyun’s soft, clear scent, all the arousal that she’s been quietly producing all day. the way she’s been leaking with need for seungwan.

it has seungwan fumbling with the buckle of her pants, hands trembling at the heated breaths washing over her neck, the hot press of joohyun’s core against her growing bulge. “give—give me a second, unnie,” she stammers, yanking the fabric down her hips, until her cock slips free, heavy and dribbling with need.

when she reaches toward joohyun’s own pants to help undress her, her fingers slip against the buttons as a hand wraps warmly around her shaft, pumping her firmly, insistently.

“h-hyunnie,” she gasps in a strangled voice, bucking helplessly into joohyun’s palm. “i—w-wait, please—”

but there’s only a desperate whimper from the crook of her neck, joohyun’s grip on her unrelenting as she mindlessly grinds against seungwan, and seungwan understands then that joohyun has already succumbed to pure, instinctive need. when she manages to tug joohyun’s underwear down with shaky fingers, joohyun automatically guides the head of her cock toward her slick entrance, presses seungwan forward without any prompting, until she’s sinking into tight, familiar warmth.

seungwan fails to bite back a groan, feeling the head of her cock lodging firmly inside, how a helpless snap of her hips has joohyun crying out as she’s abruptly stretched open, stuffed halfway. her body growing taut with the sudden intrusion, walls clamping down around seungwan’s shaft.

seungwan presses an apologetic kiss to the tip of a flushed ear, hands settling at joohyun’s hips to hold her steady, hold her in place as she inches into her. guiding joohyun slowly, carefully downward, until she’s fully settled atop her lap, whimpering and full with her cock.

“okay?” seungwan murmurs softly, soothing the quiver of joohyun’s thighs until joohyun nods against her, hips beginning to move of their own accord.

seungwan can only thrust languidly back up into her, mind clouded by the pulse of joohyun’s walls around her with each drag of her shaft, the way she clenches desperately at seungwan with every slide of her cock.

joohyun is breathtaking like this, heavy and full with seungwan, stretched open so prettily just for her. as if they were made for each other, with the way seungwan fits so completely inside her, joohyun flushed and panting in her arms, moaning quietly with every slap of their skin against each other.

the fingers digging into her back, the way joohyun noses needily into her neck and inhales lungfuls of seungwan’s scent, only able to be soothed by her smell—it makes seungwan rock into her with a determined pace, pulling out the barest of inches before sliding in completely, keeping joohyun stuffed with the full weight of her, the full length of her cock. until joohyun’s whimpers bubble against her ear, her body going taut, and she’s trembling apart against her, walls clamped tightly around seungwan.

“that’s it, so good for me, unnie,” seungwan soothes over the sound of joohyun’s weak mewls, the sound of her cock still pushing past slick, fluttering folds. her hands keeping joohyun settled atop her, still fully impaled on her teetering length. “taking me so well every time, taking everything i have to give you. no one else but you can, yeah? no one else fits me so well but you.”

the flush on joohyun’s cheeks only deepen at her words, her thighs still quivering as she’s kept stretched open, as seungwan hilts deep inside her again and again, thrusting past her clenched tightness with ease.

she’s helpless like this, so oversensitive and dependent on seungwan, small hands trembling in their grip around seungwan’s wrists. only able to hold on as seungwan drags her along the heavy weight of her shaft, into the full roll of her hips, into each relentless press of her cock.

“you’re going to take all of me again, aren’t you?” seungwan whispers gently, pressing their foreheads together, drinking in the pretty flutter of joohyun’s eyelids, the heat-glazed look in her eyes. “take your alpha’s knot like you always do. the way you always want me, unnie.”

a breathless whine tears from joohyun’s kiss swollen lips, herself unable to help grinding down onto seungwan’s stomach, chasing after her own pleasure. the curve of her spine a delicate, lovely arch, as she presses into seungwan with need.

seungwan can feel the base of her cock beginning to swell, and her hands tighten around joohyun’s hips, tugging her down into each firm pump of her shaft, fueled by the sound of her hitched cries. until joohyun’s walls are clamping down even tighter around her and she shivers apart, seungwan burrowing completely inside her as her knot slides into place, plugging joohyun up securely.

seungwan gives a low groan, hips stuttering forward as she spills deep into her, splashes against joohyun’s walls as she fills her in thick, heavy spurts, until her omega is hiccuping weakly and bred full with her seed.

“there you go, that’s what you needed, didn’t you,” she coos softly with a fond smile, smoothing back joohyun’s sweat-matted hair, listening to her ragged pants as she squirms in seungwan’s lap, before finally settling down with a small sigh.

her hands wrap around joohyun’s trembling ones then, drawing her down into her embrace as joohyun blinks sleepily against her shoulder, quiet and docile in the aftermath of being knotted and sated.

seulgi: [congratulations on another hard days work way of the house husband meme]

“you don’t have to, you know,” seungwan says half-heartedly, even as seulgi readily ignores her in favor of urging her back against the bed, propped up by the pile of pillows already prepared.

“i know, wannie, and as i said before, i want to,” seulgi laughs, settling down between seungwan’s legs and pulling one of them into her lap. her hands skim along soft skin and toned muscle, the bony arch of seungwan’s ankle, before carefully squeezing. “i’m not an expert at this or anything, but i know massages feel nice.”

a reluctant sigh comes from the head of the bed, one admittedly a bit breathless from the way seulgi’s fingers dig into her calf—because she’s right, after such a long day of attending schedules in heels, it does feel good. “you’ve just done so much for me today already, seul,” seungwan mumbles bashfully. “helping me wash up and cooking dinner, even though that must have been extraordinarily hard to do—”

“yah, i take offense to that,” seulgi pouts, squinting at seungwan’s snigger. a yelp immediately follows when seulgi jabs a little harder into her leg. “it tasted good, admit it.”

in the low lighting of the room, casted partially in shadow, her best friend gives a small, shining smile. “it did,” seungwan says honestly, and her words are filled with such pure fondness, gratitude, and affection that seulgi can’t resist, leaning forward to gently press their lips together.

“you’re so cheesy,” seungwan whispers playfully against her mouth, feeling seulgi huff before kissing her once more, sweet and lingering.

it’s when seungwan tries to lean further into it, tongue swiping suggestively along seulgi’s lower lip, that seulgi quickly retracts, a visible flush upon her cheeks. “okay, i think that’s enough for now,” she coughs amidst seungwan’s laugh, studiously returning to the task at hand, the leg still laid across her lap.

hands working with care, seulgi presses down with the pads of her fingertips, kneading the fine muscles of seungwan’s calf down to the delicate curve of her heel. the attention she makes sure to give to the joints of her toes garners an amused, “does this massage involve a feet thing?” from her patient, which seulgi quickly snarks back with, “it can, since that’s what you like.” that earns her a chuckle.

seungwan grows quieter though once seulgi scoots forward, bending seungwan’s leg at the knee to cradle her thigh in her hands. her fingers work the hem of seungwan’s shorts up before kneading into soft flesh, into the skin right beneath the edge of her underwear, until she hears a muted sigh from above. when she looks up, she’s met with seungwan’s half-lidded eyes following her, something quietly desperate reflected in the shadow of her gaze.

seulgi gives a teasing smile. “other leg,” she says softly, lifting the limb into her lap, beginning to press into muscle and skin all over again, hearing only a shuddered exhale in response.

seungwan is pliant and loose-limbed against the pillows by the time seulgi reaches the juncture of her thighs, the smaller girl practically half-splayed across her lap. when seulgi carefully raises her leg to massage her thigh muscles, she doesn’t miss the shiver that courses through seungwan’s skin, the tremor when seulgi leans in to kiss the tender inner part of her thigh.

the slow shuffle of seungwan’s limbs until her legs spread further apart is all the indication seulgi needs to continue, moving into the open space with light kisses, pressed right along the delicate skin peeking out from her hiked up shorts, the hem of her underwear, until seungwan is squirming against her, struggling to stay still.

“seul,” she whines quietly, pleadingly.

seulgi eases her shorts down her hips with an appeasing chuckle. “you must have really enjoyed that massage,” she comments softly upon revealing the visible damp spot underneath; her hand cups seungwan through her underwear, rubbing the pads of her fingers along her underside until she jerks in response.

“i did,” seungwan admits, sucking in a sharp breath when seulgi dips down to mouth over the fabric covering her clit, trembling at the firm press of her tongue. “i enjoyed all of what you did. everything,” she finishes with a small whimper.

“that’s good . . . i’m glad,” seulgi murmurs between the drag of her tongue against seungwan’s underwear, between the sound of seungwan’s unsteady pants. she can feel the way seungwan twitches against her with need, soaked and swollen beneath the flimsy fabric keeping seulgi from fully touching her. she relishes in it, the sweet scent of seungwan’s arousal, the desperate buck of her hips as seungwan grips at the bed sheets beneath her.

carefully, taking her time, seulgi guides seungwan’s underwear down her thighs, cooing softly at the sticky, slick mess that comprises seungwan’s folds. her nose nudges against seungwan’s clit, and seungwan moans quietly as seulgi teases her tongue past her entrance, licking up her taste. “seulgi-yah . . . that’s . . . ”

seulgi hums lightly, pulling back to replace her tongue with her fingers, sinking them easily into wet, waiting warmth. “i missed this,” she sighs with a smile, crooking her fingers, feeling the clench of seungwan’s walls against her hand, the stutter of her hips at suddenly being filled. “missed you while you were away. working so hard today without any chance to rest, any chance to relieve yourself, huh, wannie?”

seungwan mewls in response, eyes squeezed shut and locked in pleasure as seulgi leans down to circle her clit with her tongue, as seulgi pumps deep into her with long, lithe fingers. heat coils low in her belly, centered right at the point where seulgi’s lips brush over her most sensitive point.

her seungwan, always so bashful, unable to accept any praise—seulgi loves it when she’s on her back, splayed open beneath seulgi’s touch. because that’s when seungwan is at her most docile and yielding, unable to resist any of what seulgi chooses to shower on her.

“you did so well today, seungwan-ah,” seulgi coos, kissing gently at the hood of her clit, pressing in until she’s buried knuckle-deep into seungwan and she’s gasping and breathless and full. “you deserve this for working so hard. deserve this for being such a good girl. you can let go, wannie.”

seungwan’s face is flushed a bright, pretty pink, both from her words and the way seulgi suckles at her clit, and she only manages a weak cry before she’s shuddering apart into her hands, thighs quivering and clenching besides seulgi’s ears. she’s still whimpering quietly as seulgi gently laps up her release, soothes her down with tender kisses along her inner thighs.

“i didn’t expect that,” is all seungwan whispers in a wobbly voice into her hands when seulgi climbs up to nuzzle against her cheek.

she’s so shy, so unbearably humble, and seulgi can only pull her close and rub her back as seungwan sniffles quietly into her shoulder. “i meant it, and i always will. i’ll always be there to remind you,” seulgi promises softly.

*annoying* thats so funny hasdkgjdlgdfg

soft murmurs mixed with a familiar sounding whine are what greet seulgi when she wakes up from her nap and enters the dining room. “what’s going on?” seulgi asks around a yawn, curiously eyeing the scene before her. “wannie?”

joohyun looks up with an amused smile in greeting, her arms wrapped securely around a fussy, squirming seungwan seated in her lap. sitting across from the pair with a bowl of soft food is yerim, who chuckles, wagging the spoon in her hand in seungwan’s direction. “seungwannie’s been cranky all afternoon and doesn’t want to eat her food, ‘cause all she wants is sooyoung-unnie.”

her words only make the pout on seungwan’s face deepen. “youngie-unnie,” she echoes in a small huff, kicking her feet as joohyun coos and lightly pinches her cheek.

seulgi, now feeling equally amused after understanding the situation, carefully takes seungwan from joohyun’s arms before settling her at her hip, giving the smaller girl a sympathetic smile followed by a kiss on the nose. it only succeeds in making seungwan puff her cheeks up; seulgi laughs and pulls her into a warm hug, feeling seungwan whine into her neck. “wannie, baby, you need to eat something or you’ll grow hungry,” seulgi reminds her softly.

“sooyoung is busy with a schedule right now, but she’ll come back home soon, seungwan-ah,” joohyun explains patiently, reaching up to trace her thumb along the shell of seungwan’s ear. the younger girl sulks against seulgi’s shoulder, but her eyelids droop and she seems to relax under the gentle touch. “she would want you to listen to your other unnies though, yes? and to eat so you don’t grow hungry?”

reluctantly, seungwan gives a small nod, before pressing her face in the crook of seulgi’s neck with a quiet whimper.

it makes the three of them soften, yerim giving a fond sigh as seulgi soothingly rubs her back. “i know, baby. why don’t we eat something while waiting for sooyoungie? let yerimie feed you, wannie,” seulgi coaxes, bouncing her in her arms.

the grip seungwan has on seulgi’s shirt tightens as the smaller girl appears to mull it over, in a way that they’re all familiar with; little seungwan can be just as indecisive as when she’s big, not to mention it takes a while for certain things to process for her in her younger state. eventually, after a few moments, seungwan surfaces from seulgi’s shoulder to peek down at joohyun, who gives her a welcoming smile.

it’s the last bit of encouragement needed, as seungwan wriggles to get down from seulgi’s hold; seulgi quickly acquiesces, lowering seungwan back onto joohyun’s lap, who presses a soft kiss to seungwan’s cheek.

“good girl, seungwan-ah,” joohyun praises, chuckling at the way seungwan’s cheeks pinken, her arms flapping at her sides until joohyun tangles their fingers together, thumbs stroking over the back of her hands.

yerim leans forward, bowl in one hand and spoon in the other which she brings close to seungwan’s lips. “open for unnie?” she asks gently, and after a hesitant moment, seungwan obediently opens her mouth, letting yerim feed her with an encouraging coo. “good job, wannie,” yerim cheers, patting seungwan’s cheek with a pleased smile as the smaller girl chews quietly.

the rest of the afternoon goes smoothly from there, as yerim continues to feed a considerably more docile seungwan and seulgi goes to rummage in the fridge for a snack.

—

later in the evening, the front door clicks open as sooyoung steps in with a quiet groan of relief at finally arriving home. her eyes immediately find seulgi and yerim seated on the couch, as well as seungwan, who’s resting drowsily in yerim’s lap; despite clearly looking ready to nod off at any moment, she’s blinking in an evident effort to stay awake.

yerim meets her eyes with a grin, giving the smaller girl in her arms a gentle nudge. “look who’s home, wannie,” she whispers, and slowly, seungwan looks up.

immediately, seungwan is whining sleepily and making grabby hands in her direction, and sooyoung chuckles, moving forward to take her from yerim’s arms. “missed me that much, huh,” she coos, planting a wet, exaggerated kiss to seungwan’s cheek as the smaller girl squirms and giggles in her hold. she bounces seungwan playfully, beginning to carry her in the direction of their bedroom. “let’s go get you ready for bed, baby. i heard someone was being fussy and whiny all day long.”

延禧攻略 the story of yanxi palace

1.) Wanda is revealed to not be the villain of the story or the villain of phase 4. The key roles she will be playing in future movies like Multiverse of Madness will be as a hero and not a villain.

2.) Vision is fully revived in a capacity that he can exist outside of Westview. Him and Wanda are dealing with the trauma of everything that happened but are doing it together and are happy.

3.) Quicksilver is in fact Quicksilver, specifically Peter from the X-Men universe. He is intergrated into the MCU and he and Wanda, despite not technically being siblings, start building a real relationship with each other. (Also opens the door for Dadneto 👀)

(wenseul gp!seulgi blowjob cock worship) 

seungwan thinks there’s something particularly addicting about giving a blowjob. or, well, that’s not true. there’s something particularly addicting about giving seulgi a blowjob.

cw // breastfeeding

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Singing was what really helped established the trust between Joo and Wendy, back when Wendy tried to sing to calm Joo down during diaper changes. Now it’s just a sweet everyday part of their relationship. Wendy would sing tunes she knows or make them up on the spot and Joohyun would love them all regardless.

For this specific instance, it was just another weeknight for them. After a long day of eating, playing, napping, more eating, more playing, Joo was happily curled up in umma’s arms as she nursed, her tummy filling with sweet milk as umma sang to her.

Ever since Wendy started to sing during Joo’s breastfeedings, the baby has gone to sleep happier and more content than she ever had, always fluttering her eyes closed with a sweet grin as remnants of milk dribbled down her chin. She’d sleep with a blissful smile, with soft coos and dreams of of whatever it was that babies dreamt about.

Joo pretty much slept like a baby these days (no pun intended).

But tonight as umma sang to her, looking down as she nursed with eyes so tender and loving, Joo felt tears welling in her eyes and she didn’t know why. All she can think of is how she got here.

For the first sixteen years of her life, her birth parents (if you could call them that) never looked her way, essentially rejecting her from the day they brought her into the world. They rejected her even more after discovering her classification.

Then came the years at the detention center, alone in a cold cell with a thin blanket, only being taken out for the day’s activities, which repeated every day until the days blended together.

She doesn’t even want to remember the short two years she suffered with that awful couple. Their sadistic games and bipolar treatment of her. Her days with them left her not wanting to wake up to another day with them at all. Abandoning her was the nicest thing they ever did for her.

Because of them, she was saved. Because of them, she has a real umma now, who loves her and always puts her first.

Her whole life, Joo didn’t know love. Not what it felt like, looked like. She just knew it was something she desperately craved. Now she’s never without it and it’s all because of umma.

Umma who always shows Joo how much she loves her, outside of words and songs. From the way she adds extra fabric softener to Joo’s laundry because she knows how much it comforts and relaxes her. Or the way she’ll smile fondly and chuckle when Joo gets food all over her face (instead of getting mad and punishing her). How she never raises her voice or gets upset with Joo, even when she’s sick and spits up all over umma.

Umma is patient and umma is kind, but most of all, umma loves Joo and she’s never felt so much love, let alone from one person.

Her little heart was just so full.

Wendy brushes the tears away with her thumb, cooing at her baby softly, not noticing her own tears forming. Big bunny eyes look up at her, glassy and wet but so soft and sweet, with all the trust and adoration a baby could give.

With a shaky laugh, Wendy finishes the song as Joo’s eyes flutter close.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are gray

You'll never know dear, how much I love you

Irene | Sickfic

A/N: Realized I forgot to post this on tumblr Yikes… Well here it is lol

uwuwuwu they have wendy in a wagon (cause she saw it on the walk to the park and practically threw a tantrum over wanting it) while walking through the park, but then they see a playground and wendy almost falls out of the wagon she scrambles so fast to get out.

"woah honey," sunmi laughs, catching her before she face plants on the sidewalk.

i am here to join the train of baby joohyun writing that has been happening lately 

when in a good mood, joohyun regressed comes off as a peaceful, docile little thing. but after spending so much time with her, her unnies and seungwan have come to understand that there’s more to joohyun than just muted calmness.

joohyun almost always wants to be held, or to at least maintain skin contact with one of the others, and so most of her play time is spent in one of the members’ laps. other times she’s on the ground, sitting between someone’s legs, because she can always be sure she isn’t alone when there’s someone pressed against her back or playing with her hair. she’s naturally a clingy little, one in desperate need of physical affection to remind her she’s being cared for.

the others don’t mind this at all, of course. joohyun doesn’t fuss around much if there’s nothing bothering her, so she’s quiet and tranquil when at ease. she can easily be kept occupied with one of her stuffed toys or even a few fabrics of clothing that are fresh out of the laundry; seated in one of the member’s laps and instinctively suckling her paci, she’ll nose into whatever soft item is in her arms, looking completely enamoured by whatever interesting smell it has. it’s kind of endearing to watch. 

she also doesn’t require that much attention. joohyun is perfectly content with just resting in one of their arms as she listens to them talk, feeling the vibrations of their voice against her back as the arms wrapped around her waist absentmindedly pat her stomach. sometimes she’ll look up and follow whoever’s speaking with her eyes, as if she’s trying to participate in the conversation, though the rest of the members aren’t sure how much of it all she’s actually able to understand. 

at the same time as joohyun appears fine with just listening and being near the others, though, her unnies and seungwan still pour their attention on her all the same. and it’s clear that even if joohyun never asks for it, it makes her incredibly happy whenever they do.

 sometimes when joohyun has just woken up from a nap, she’s picked up in sooyoung’s arms and carried out into the living room where a few of her toys have been laid out. they’ll sit on the floor together with a few toy building blocks and begin to build random things together. joohyun has no real idea what she’s trying to build sometimes, but she loves how the pieces fit together in so many different ways, and sooyoung is always there to help guide her along when she’s lost on what to do next. it’s a relaxing activity that they can both enjoy in peaceful silence, with occasional happy gurgles from joohyun and sooyoung’s answering chuckles. 

other times sooyoung might set up some jenga blocks. joohyun at first didn’t exactly understand how to play the game, but then sooyoung pulled out one of the middle blocks until it was stuck halfway out of the rest of the tower. she nudges joohyun forward then, and when joohyun tentatively pulls the block out, she squeaks excitedly behind her paci to see that despite an obvious gap in the tower, it remains standing.

it’s absolute magic to her. she makes sooyoung do it again and again, picking out blocks for joohyun to pull the rest of the way out, as many as they can until the jenga tower inevitably collapses. joohyun is practically bouncing in her lap by the end of it, beyond pleased and begging sooyoung with little whines to play again. and with a laugh, sooyoung begins to set the tower up again.

once in a while, the rest of the members will join them in playing. the middle blocks are exclusively reserved for joohyun, which means she basically almost always ends up winning. she always bursts into giggles whenever the tower collapses as a result of one of the other members, clapping excitedly and gurgling nonsensically as they groan in defeat. but there are grins all around, seeing how happy joohyun looks, surrounded by the rest of her members, together as a family.

when yerim and seulgi sit down with her to doodle, seulgi’s hands helping guide joohyun’s more clumsy ones as she draws on scratch paper, her cheeks flush from both concentration and excitement as she focuses intently on her artwork. 

yerim likes to tease her about her doodles sometimes, and although joohyun doesn’t really understand what she’s saying, she watches as seulgi says something in protest before giving yerim a light smack on the arm. it leads to yerim elbowing her back, and joohyun just sits there giggling and clapping her hands between them as her unnies get into a funny play squabble. 

(yerim is always the one who saves all of joohyun’s doodles though, and occasionally she hangs a few of them up around the dorm.) 

when joohyun is with yerim, there is almost always something to do, because yerim just includes joohyun in whatever activity she’s in the midst of. if yerim happens to be in the middle of a book at the time, she’ll pick joohyun up and seat her in her lap, then begins to read out loud instead.

at some point she caught on to the fact that joohyun loves listening to the others talk mainly because of the soothing sounds their voices create when joohyun is pressed against them. it always helps her relax, and she grows drowsy just from feeling the vibrations through their chest. it doesn’t seem to matter what they’re saying either. even if joohyun can’t understand, she just enjoys hearing them talk. yerim ends up being the one she goes to whenever she seeks this kind of comfort.

other times, yerim has joohyun in her lap as she settles down in front of her keyboard and sound mixer. it’s a bit too complex for joohyun when she’s little, of course, so yerim usually lets joohyun play around with just the keyboard, since all she has to do is press different buttons and listen as they produce different sounds.

although joohyun isn’t able to actually create any real melody, she seems incredibly pleased every time she presses down on every key and listens as a new sound is emitted. yerim plays along with her, sometimes taps out a little melody and then watches amusedly as joohyun clumsily tries to repeat it with her own fingers, huffing quietly in concentration. 

sometimes it’s seulgi that scoops her up and carries her off, joohyun giggling as seulgi plops them both on her bed, joohyun flopped down on top of her. seulgi usually just likes to listen to music or nap, but joohyun seems to be completely fine with spending time with her despite not really doing anything. she’ll suckle her paci as she squeaks and gurgles, nuzzling her nose into seulgi as seulgi props her up on her chest, coddling her back, equally affectionate. 

eventually they’ll settle in, joohyun resting quietly on top of her and listening to the steady beat of her heart as seulgi scrolls through her phone looking for good music to play on her speakers, humming absentmindedly. 

if one of the other members happen to walk in a while later, they’ll end up seeing seulgi and joohyun dozing away peacefully, seulgi snoring softly, her arms wrapped protectively around joohyun as she snuffles in her sleep.

and with seungwan, joohyun is just content with knowing she’s there, always right around the corner. 

at the end of it all, joohyun usually begins to whimper softly, looking around as if in search for something. that’s usually when her unnies know she wants to spend time with seungwan. seungwan is most often somewhere nearby as a result, always ready to scoop her into her arms whenever joohyun whines for her. once tucked against seungwan’s chest, joohyun breathes a sigh of relief, relaxing in her arms as she nuzzles into the side of seungwan’s neck, taking in her scent. 

it’s clear to everyone in the dorm that seungwan is joohyun’s primary caretaker, the one she always needs to be near. so whenever joohyun ends up regressing, seungwan always makes sure to be home in order to take care of her. 

the two of them spend time together in pretty ordinary ways. when joohyun is little, that’s usually when seungwan chooses to haul out the pile of fresh, dry laundry into the living room. she carries joohyun out and plops them both down on the couch, and joohyun begins to gurgle excitedly behind her paci as she reaches toward the pile of clothes, nuzzling into it happily as she breathes in the scent of newly washed fabric. while seungwan begins to iron and fold all their clothes, humming softly the whole while, joohyun takes a strong interest in sniffing each article of clothing that passes through seungwan’s hands. 

she also watches curiously as seungwan carefully folds shirts and pants, smoothing out wrinkles and tucking in sleeves. seungwan bursts out laughing whenever she sees joohyun trying to copy her, hands firmly patting out the corners of something seungwan herself might have missed.

seungwan also bakes more often, knowing joohyun always wants to watch her whenever she’s doing so. the kitchen is usually avoided since it’s a bit too dangerous for joohyun when she’s regressed, but seungwan will set up her supplies at the dining table and sit down with joohyun in her lap. 

joohyun gets a little mischievous then. seungwan might be singing softly while measuring out some flour, only to squawk in surprise at having some smeared across her nose. when she looks down, she sees joohyun giggling with her paci nearly falling out of her mouth, her palm stained a telling white. 

seungwan, of course, smudges her cheek back. then she has to stop joohyun from trying to knock the rest of the flour over in an attempt to pour it all over seungwan. the dining room is always filled with laughter on those days, and if the other members come in to see the place is an utter mess, at this point they aren’t really that surprised.

as a result, seungwan’s attempts at baking are admittedly not always that productive whenever joohyun is regressed. but neither of them seem to care.

joohyun’s favourite way to end the day is spending time together with all of her members. it usually consists of watching a movie together in the living room, everyone seated around the television, joohyun usually wrapped up in her blanket and tucked warmly in seungwan’s arms.

yerim converses with seungwan about what film is appropriate for joohyun to watch while seulgi and sooyoung banter over which side of the couch they’ll each take, only for seulgi to let out a yelp as she’s dragged into sooyoung’s lap anyways. joohyun squeaks in surprise as she’s jostled by their movements, but then yerim tickles her chin and plants a little kiss on her nose, easily diverting her attention away. seungwan watches on with exasperated fondness, running her fingers through joohyun’s hair. 

the lights will be dimmed, so that they’re all huddled close together and watching the movie. at some point during the film, feeling safe and coddled in seungwan’s hold, surrounded by her unnies, joohyun will grow sleepy and eventually nod off, soothed by the easy rhythm of seungwan’s heartbeat by her ear. 

k, so i didn’t mean for this to get so out of hand. also, my first time writing in present tense? idk how to feel about it, but i guess it’s different. it felt so different writing for like actual humans lol. my first ‘normal’ fic, this is!

please for the sake of this making sense can we all pretend jennie, joy and irene are around the same age? also look who had fun with brand names. moi.

anyways this is badgirl/bully!joohyun ‘persuading’ freshman!seungwan to be her assignment buddy. 

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University culture is grating.

It’s overwhelming and it suffocates her. She has no time to prepare herself for the apparent runway the halls have become, what with the stupid-rich kids treating every day like it’s a fashion show; Seungwan can barely blink from one person to the next without being smacked across the face with fur coats from Chanel, Louis Vuitton sunglasses hidden under Prada nylon bucket hats and Off-White tracksuits tucked into Balenciaga socks. She hadn’t considered a future in law enforcement, but had she done so, anyone who tucked their trousers into their socks mid-calf would find themselves behind bars with the rest of the criminal scum. End of.

Just as she dusts her hands of that smug little sentiment, Seungwan finds herself with a face full of hair, and an even bigger nose full of what smells like laundry detergent. She lets out an embarrassing squeal, and the girl turns round to face her. A ghost of a scowl brushes across her face before she fixes her with an indiscernible gaze.

That scowl is an awful colour on a face as pretty as yours, she impulsively thinks.

Seungwan knows no more about the history of art and the intricacies of sculpture than the average Joe, but she’s sure Michelangelo missed the mark with David. She inwardly laughs at the thought of the man dedicating his entire being to crafting his flimsy idea of ‘perfection’ when she’d just bumped into it; the real thing. Of course, if that was defined by forming new constellations from faded freckles on flawless skin, or vantablack tresses framing sharp features like a painting, then yes; she was, by very definition, ‘the perfect (wo)man’. Easily outdoing anyone within a 50-metre radius.

Heck, make that 500.

The girl glares intimidation and Seungwan manages to save herself the humiliation of drooling in front of the white-hot beauty and her friends with a quick gulp, already feeling crimson seeping into her cheeks.

Perfect; now that she’s watched whatever new potential friendship this was blow up in her face, all she has to do is avoid her at all costs from here on out.

She mouths a haphazard apology and zooms past before anything can come of it, keeping her head down even after she’s well out of sight. Seulgi, Seulgi, Seulgi, save me, she brisk walks and begs all the way to class.

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A small commotion rings through the lecture hall of keyboard clicks and lethargic shuffles, calling to attention the girl who’s just spilt her drink down her front, now frantically digging around in her backpack for anything she can use to soak it up. A few jeering giggles are stifled, meanwhile students close by donate tissues and sympathetic looks. They are gratefully accepted with rapid-fire bows and machine-gun stuttered apologies.

“That freshman’s just ruined her rep, huh?” Jennie chuckles, “blindly walking into people… can’t even keep liquid in the cup. Give her a dog collar and a sign and she’s good to go.”

“Eh, I thought it was cute.”

Jennie’s retort comes quick.

“Sooyoung, you think anything in a skirt is cute.”

“What,” the girl says, ignoring the implication, “Haetnimie doesn’t wear skirts. And she’s not even wearing one right now. Plus, I didn’t say ‘she’s cute’, I said ‘it’s cute’. Learn the difference, idiot… it’s not like I wanna have at her or anything…”

Jennie shoots her an incredulous look and Sooyoung relents the banter. They both turn their attention to the girl sitting next to them, completely un-present in the moment. Sooyoung notices who she’s looking at and leans in to nudge her.

“Joohyun,” she whispers, poking her in the ribs when it’s obvious their friend is well on her way to signing a contract with NASA with how apparently well accustomed to space she is, “what do you think of her? Or are you still mad she walked into you?”

“Nah, forget it,” Jennie waves her off before she’s even had a chance to respond, “she’s not interested. I had to literally pay her money to go on a stupid double date with me in high school. I washed five cars for her to not even hold his hand once during the movie.”

Instead of participating, Joohyun sighs, casting the girl in question a seemingly uninterested stare. Unbothered eyes take in the sight she’s presented with: frustrated brows knitted together under a wispy caramel fringe and a blot of taro milk tea the size of Canada staining her baby blue jumper.

“I want her.”

The words are so simple her friends almost miss them entirely.

Sooyoung and Jennie battle for first place in an impromptu competition of ‘who’s-the-most-shocked’.

“You’re joking! Yah, you’re so annoying seriously, now?! You couldn’t have ‘wanted’ Min-seok in year nine?! I paid good, hard cash for that stupid boy!”

Joohyun looks at her, smug as a cat.

“I did it for you, Jennie. I didn’t even remember his name was Min-ho.”

“Min-seok.”

“Yeah, right.”

Sooyoung, wide-eyed and on the verge of passing out, grabs Joohyun by the shoulders, ignoring the glare she receives for it. “Unnie, seriously? You’re serious. You want her like want her? Or want her like you wanted that cookbook after that trial week of Food Tech during summer break?”

Joohyun regards her, absolutely blasé. “I don’t follow recipes.”

“Exactly. Are you play-”

Sooyoung’s statement dies down with the rest of the class as the lecturer walks in. Furious clicking, hurricane scribbles and flipping pages are all that remain as the lesson kicks off, Jennie and Sooyoung casually scrolling through Instagram while the professor speaks. Joohyun leans forward, elbows on desk and chin resting on interlocked fingers. Her full attention is on the poor girl on the other side of the hall, intermittently peeling the cold, damp fabric away from her body, face flushed and avoiding all eye contact. Joohyun snickers at how uncomfortable it must be to have to sit through class in a wet jumper, how awkward and squeamish she looks.

Strawberry-tinted lips curl into the faintest smirk.

Hello cutie.

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