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— TWICE

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1) au: ceo!momo

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1) au: professor!mina

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1) au: tattoo artist! chae

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— BLACKPINK

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“like now, how she sits on the edge of the bathtub, with her legs crossed one over the other. her hair has been pulled up with a claw clip, but she’s still wearing the pink long sleeve (per your now 3 year old’s request) with a pair of mom jeans, and she looks just as beautiful as the day you met her, and more.”

🥹🥹 thank you for writing that like omg she’s so beautiful i bet she’d be so stunning and the best wife/mother to her children ever i’m so AGHH mina brainrot fr i love you author!!

the pink shirt,, the claw clip, mom jeans!! the most beautiful woman on the planet ‼️

AHHHH THANK YOU for enjoying reading my work as much as i love writing it

SHE JUST HAS THAT VIBE, like i can see her have a little girl with the longest-shiniest hair who thankfully is as much of a morning person as mina.

a/n: how could i post a month of blurbs and no angst? sike u thought bitch.

you can tell the exact moment she breaks. you’ve been trying to tell her you’ve noticed it all, but you always missed her.

“hey, wheres mina?” the last group arrives at the dorm, but instead of four, it’s only sana, jihyo and momo.

“practicing” momo responds absentmindedly, her mind completely on the cold noodles they picked up on the way.

“again?” jihyo shares your concern, both your eyes speaking for themselves. she almost stops eating to come with you, but you reassure her it’s better you go alone.

if this wasn’t your partner’s breaking point, it was yours.

you couldn’t believe you were, but in your head, silently, you were weighing out whether this or her anxiety break had been worse.

from a while back, you noticed mina had been spending way too much time practicing than normal, dancing, singing, all of the above. for some reason, her diet was much stricter than yours or the others and her scheduled was way more packed all of the sudden.

come to think of it, you never heard her say no anymore.

“mina, elle wants you for their july-“ “yes”

“after the shoot, do you think you can take a couple of picture at the grand opening-“ “sure”

“do you have any free time slots tomorrow” “i’ll make the time”

but she wasn’t enthusiastic about it either. and trust, the sex was there and so were the loving kisses and whispers, it’s just, her eyes, mina isn’t there anymore.

“okay. i hear you” jihyo rubbed your back up and down as she listened the first time. you felt so bad you had woken her up in the middle of the night to complain, but more than your leader she was your best friend, if anything she could possibly get through mina. “not me, i can try, but there’s no way she’ll hear me out before you”

“she’s killing herself” jihyo wipes your tears and takes a deep breath to hold some of her own.

“i know it’s hard to think about but y/n- i need you to break her-” the entire time the words came from her mouth, she can see the denial in your eyes and how the pout on your lips deepened.

that was then, now, you’re angry.

“oh, this again. awesome, i’m kind of rusty myself” you drop your gym bag on the floor and begin to tie your hair as you get in position.

you can’t lie and say you willingly got out of bed at almost ten at night to practice. you willingly got out of bed this late because of her. one more night feeling the bed deepen with her body at some much late hour than you tried going to sleep was going to drive you off a cliff.

“y/n? what are you doing here baby?” your eyes press shut and you turn your head to the side when she pauses the music, arms crossed as a tactic to not let her in this time.

“what are you doing here mina?” you never did what jihyo asked, it hurt you to hurt her, but now you had to, because you love her, and you want her to love herself again too.

“i’m.. rehearsing” she replies as if it were obvious.

“i can see that, but why? do you know what time it is?”

“no?”

“it’s late, if we don’t go home we’re going to have trouble waking up tomorrow” her chest stings at all the ‘we’s, and you can see her now usual facade start to lessen. she’s heard you before, she just never listened.

“go home. i’ll be there soon” she tries to shake all the red blaring sirens telling her she’s tired, that you’re right and that she should go home with you, try to sleep more than four hours tonight.

“i’m not going anywhere without you mina” your hands fall at your sides and you begin to walk towards her, stopping only a couple of steps apart. “you can’t tell me you don’t know what you’re doing”

“i’m just practicing babe, i’ll be there soon. i promise”

“you’ve broken a lot of promises lately, you know that right?” you watch her swallow, turn around to fidget with something at the radio station instead of looking at you. “if you know exactly what i’m talking about, why tip toe?”

“i don’t know y/n” her voice raises higher than the usual whisper, and you don’t know whether to be upset at her or put yourself in her shoes. “it’s working. i’ll be home soon”

“what’s working?”

“i said-“

“yeah, you said you’ll be home soon. but you’ve told me that the last three nights and it wasn’t true. what’s working?”

“y/n- i-“

“mina, this is not working. nothing is working. im worried about you all the time and you’re not even letting me in. either we go home and talk about proper help or i’ll be joining you.”

“baby. it doesn’t work like that” she’s scared, you can see that much now, she’s finally allowing herself to feel rather than bottle it up and swallow it down with her usual work ethic.

“all these late practices, the crazy diets. cramped schedule? count me in, i’ll do it all if that’s what it takes for you to stop” she looks like she’s been caught, biting her lips and looking down in shame. and you let yourself calm down, soften even as you walk towards her, closer until you’re asking for her hands. “i’m worried mina. let me help you”

“you don’t understand” a single tear falls on your hands, now clasped together with hers as she stares at them.

“then tell me. i’ll listen. if you’re scared, i’m here. mina. i love you, i’m done letting you go through this alone” you squeeze her hands, hoping for some sort of emotion, thankfully she squeezes yours back.

a/n: fwb slash enemies to lovers yeji ;)

“oh my god, y/n, hi!” chaeryeong’s peppy voice makes you look over, spotting her and yeji making their way to you. your friend greets you with open arms while she just stands there, shamelessly checking you out.

she’s extremely obvious too, letting her eyes roam your figure as her tongue swirls around an ice cube, a glass of the neatest strawberry flavored whiskey in her right hand.

you clear your throat before turning to look at your friend. “congrats chaer, amazing as always” for chaeryeong to celebrate her recent engagement, she specifically requested you and yeji out of the bunch to behave on the special night.

“thank you! thank you for coming, can i get you a drink?” she throws her arm over your shoulder and you’re about to reply when you see she spots some friend from college, you can’t help but nod and whisper a ‘go ahead’ to which she thanks you with the most sincere eyes and runs off to attend the guest.

“no faux date to scare me off?” you smirk at yeji, taking her glass to sip at her drink.

when you place it back in her hand, she finally speaks “you haven’t been responding my calls” her eyes study you, trying to figure out what changed to make you ghost her.

“i’m here now” it’s silent for a couple of minutes where your eyes speak for themselves. somehow, she’s agreed to wait five minutes to follow you, and you have proposed meeting her in the nearest bathroom. good thing chaeryeong’s new house was actually the size of your entire neighborhood.

adrenaline courses through you when she appears behind you, leaning against the door as she locks it. she’s been thinking about ripping the clothes off you since she saw you walk in, but now that she has you here, such easy access, she wants to take her time savoring you, drink you in. she wants a show, you can tell by the way her eyes slowly travel down your silhouette, only to met your eyes when she reaches your face.

you would’ve loved to hear her say it, but if you wait one more second the heat is going to consume you. your fingers expertly undo the zipper of your dress, like you’ve done this many times before, all while looking at her. you wanted to see her reaction. but her feline eyes were too focused on your skin. the fabric covering your chest falls and pools at your hips, she knows all she had to do was pull your underwear to the side, but seeing as it finally falls to the floor gives her some sort of pride and satisfaction she will never be able to explain. she hates you, despises you even, but there is no one she wants more.

when you turn and she gets a better view, she closes her eyes, but even then you can see her orbs rolling, and huffs a breath of annoyance, as if it was annoying how much she wanted you, and how weak you made her. yeji tugs you closer by the elastic of your underwear, and when she has you more than close, brings you into a kiss, her hand holding you in place at the back of your head.

she doesn’t hesitate a second to yank the hair tie holding your hair together, not bothering to apologize for your appearance as she devoured your lips. she uses her tongue a lot, she already knows what you like, but truthfully tonight is about her. the oldest has been searching for you non stop, you owe her one.

now, if she were to ask you, you’d say you got a teeny bit scared about where your acquaintance was going. it was starting to be less of a stress reliever and more of the cause of said stress.

but, that’s the last thing either of you think of when she helps you up to the sink, your own hands desperately grasping for the end of her dress while all that echoes are the sounds of you swollen lips crashing against the other.

your nails drag up her thighs with the dress, and you’re not as delicate with her underwear as you were with your dress

“take them off or i will” you’re tugging on them so desperately, yeji glares as she drags them down her legs, and she was going to place them somewhere else, but you had other plans, snatching it from her hand “i’ll take that, thank you.”

god, yeji is still so pissed, she’s letting you boss her around because she knows as soon as you both leave this bathroom it’s to one place only and that’s yours, it will never end here, so she let’s you take it in for now, drag her around as you try to find a happy spot for the two of you, with your legs tangled and your juices merging just as much as you.

you never wanted to have the conversation, because truly avoiding her had been doing you more bad than good, you’ve craved her in ways you’ll never be able to explain, just express with the way your hands tug her closer even though any closer and she’ll be on top of you and this cramped, surely overpriced sink.

the only times your lips detach is for either of you to moan or press kisses elsewhere, but the kisses aren’t many as somehow you always come back to her lips. “look at me” one hand is controlling your hip, the other right at the back of your head, her rings tangled in your hair as your own hands either hold on to her or hold you a couple of inches above the ceramic.

you’re too focused on where you meet, until she stops your hips altogether and repeats it “look at me”

when you finally look up you notice how her lipstick is smeared all around her lips, her eyes look heavier than ever and you can just tell she can’t wait to come, and neither can you, but for some reason, disciplining you is more important. “what?” it’s in the brattiest voice ever, because what on earth could you care about right now except the beating of your heart much lower than where it belongs.

she allows your cunt to meet her in rough thrusts for every word. “don’t fucking do that again” especially not that, this conversation was the sole purpose of avoiding her. “understood?”

“crystal clear” you press your lips into a thin, fake smile and attempt to reach for her again.

thankfully, she tables the conversation, but you know you don’t have much time until she brings it up again. you just had to remember the only reason you kept her around after all was for a good fuck,

a/n: you guys have been asking for sub!ryujin and i finally caved.

“hi” she welcomes you with a kiss on the lips, a short one before she gets back to cutting a mango. she offers a piece to you and delivers it on your tongue when you stand behind her. she looks so cozy, so clean, and you can’t wait to ruin her.

everything about her has been on your mind today. at work, her hands and her lips were present. on the drive home, her laugh and her moans, her voice in general. and every other minute of the passing day it was her. just her, her personality, her perky ass, her nose, her stupid jokes and her perfect dancing, everything about her had been consuming you, you had missed ryujin like crazy. and you’re desperate to show her.

you begin by pressing wet kisses across her neck, moving her hair to the side. her shirt peels right off, allowing you to trail a line of kisses down her back. the knife slams down on the counter along with both her hands when you bite a singular mark on to her skin, getting rid of her bra next.

she pushes her ass against you as your kisses reach her lower back, your hands reaching for the button of her jeans to undo them and drag them along with her underwear. you give her ass a bite and the kisses get wetter the more your mouth waters at the sight, her legs perfectly spread even before you spread her asscheeks to reveal her glistening cunt.

it’s almost like you take a bite, her core welcoming your tongue like it’s been missing. her juices are warm and sticky as they run down your chin, sweet as you lap them up. she squeals at the sudden warmth of your tongue, and pushes against you once more. the knife has been discarded into the sink long ago, and her trying to take control by pushing herself on you pisses you off to another level.

yes, this about her, entirely. but that didn’t mean she was to get greedy. its why your hand pushes her back forward, your hand not reaching her neck because of your lower position. you catch the wet sound of her chest slaming against the cubes of mango she had been determined to cut perfectly.

a gasp leaves her when she collides with it, and her hand chases the back of your head almost out of instinct, you let her this time, and continue to enjoy everything she had to give you. you’re enjoying her so much you don’t realize the noises you’re making against her cunt, that vibrate through her and create immense pleasure.

heat is building in the pit of her stomach, and when you realize she starts clenching around your tongue more than usual, you pull away, spreading her asscheeks to watch her clench around nothing before you’re standing and turning her around. this time it’s her chest your mouth’s directed towards, chasing her high for her.

your fingers keep her cunt company though, pushing three of them inside without a warning. your tongue laps at the mango juices on her chest, wrapping your lips around one of her hard nipples and sucking on it at the same beat your fingers moved. her legs buckle, and you know she’s right at the brink of it, the search of her climax has you biting her nipple hard enough for your teeth to leave a mark around it, and just then

she loses it.

a yell of your name serves as a warning as her body begins to shake and her fluids begin to spray all across your hand and the kitchen floor. a proud smile plays on your lips as your fingers fuck her through it, and she attempts to grip to your arms as a way to find her balance.

beso - rosé

– listen to ‘beso’ by rosalía and rauw alejandro!

i just need another kiss, one of those that you give me

roseanne was always in your head, whether it was her face, her voice, her laughter, or her lips, maybe even her touch. she was always. on your mind. today, it was her kisses you thought about. how your favorite moments with her somehow involved her laying on her side while u sat criss-cross in front of her.. always talking useless topics before she gets tired of pretending like she isn’t burning to touch you, feel you, taste you.

you kiss like you’ve always known how, like no one has had to teach you.

it’s always then she takes her cue to tangle her hand in your hair and pull you towards her lips, where yours dance against them. her teeth sinking into your lips every now and then so you would make those noises she loved so much.

most times than others all you did at night after a long and tiring day was just that. kissing with only the breaks to talk about something meaningless or inside jokes the two of you had. usually in the dark, sometimes out on your balcony. rosé had grown used to expressing many thoughts and feelings over them, and you had gotten used to understanding them.

being away from you is hell, being close to you is my peace. I love whenever you arrive, and I hate when you leave.

the hardest part was the wait. the wait to see her, to touch her, all while millions of people were seeing her and taking her in every day.

you were so proud of rosé, consider yourself her no.1 fan, but damn, do you wish she could be amazing and successful just a little closer to home.

you can’t lie and say you barely see her, but even with the many times one of you flies to the other, it’s not enough. time feels as if it’s being lost whenever you’re apart.

it’s a repeating cycle, the anticipation builds as the days lead to your reunion, either rosé picks you up at the airport or it’s you who’s waiting outside an hour prior to her flight landing, and then you have the best next couple of days and both of you will cry when it’s time to say goodbye.

“i hate this” you pout on the bed while she finishes packing her suitcase, taking advantage of her visit to refresh the contents of it.

“i know. i do too baby.”

“i hate when you have to go back.” you welcome her embrace, while she wraps her arms around your shoulders and her tummy welcomes the side of your face, her own cheek meeting the top of your head as she leans in search of proximity.

“i don’t think i have to be there tomorrow” she begins the swaying and the searching for excuses as to stay.

“rosie”

“yeah. lisa’s flying in two days, fuck that!” she giggles and pushes the two of you on the bed, a little too excited to be ghosting her job for two more days.

sometimes it works, as shown, sometimes either of you caves and does the impossible to prolong your stay in the arms of your lover.

it forces you to make the best of your time together, even if you’re laying together doing absolutely nothing other than stare into each other’s soul, you enjoy each other’s company so much you soon came to the conclusion you wouldn’t rather be anywhere else.

the best thing I've got, is the love you give to me. It smells of tobacco and melon.

unpacking after spending time with rosé or doing laundry in her absence have to be one of the most endearingly painful situations. endearing, because the musk of her cologne and the faint smell her clothes have gathered because of her cigarettes spring on you endless memories of you and her late at night smoking and talking shit about everyone you knew.

painful because it reminds you of how much you miss her. but you wouldn’t have it any other way. you adore rosé so much you look forward to talk to her even if it’s thirty minutes with as much privacy as the corner in her dance room can allow. she loves you to the point of taking spontaneous trips home whenever she has a break longer than two days, she won’t tell anyone, she will just disappear and her members and crew have to trust she gets to the next destination in time, because she won’t answer any sort of text or call unless someone was dying.

you’ll hold on to the clothes she wore on her last day home until the scent fades completely, hating the infinite battle you had with sleep when she wasn’t there with you. but slowly you overcome it, when she starts getting more of a vote over her career she tried to be home as much as she could, and if she couldn’t be then she would do anything to take you with her.

and it’s more kissing at night while stargazing and less yearning to be together after so long apart. it’s more of the sunday nights you spent either having dinner at a fancy restaurant in the city, or overlooking it from a hill with takeout from your favorite place.

no because she often forgets you have children to take care of and ends up getting carried away. if this woman had a working dick you would have a baseball team.

something about you being so happy in motherhood makes her want to keep making you a mom, over and over again.

there was a bunch of course. jennie liked the idea, she just didn’t like the actual bunch.

you however, adored it. you loved being a the center of attention, adored how every one was always caring for you and trying to impress you.. all in vain of course, jennie was your one and only.

“oh my, let me help you.” chan tried his best to be smooth, but the way he slid his hand to your lower back in an attempt to help you up and into the carriage has jennie sending daggers his way from beside him. she was going to help you, she always did, but then comes he acting high and mighty when everyone knows he is just trying to get under your gown.

you thank him, of course, and expect him to help jennie the same, but she steers clear of his hands and silently thanks him with a bow, easily climbing inside and beside you before slamming the door in his face.

“you can be so mean sometimes.” you chuckle and lace your gloved fingers with hers, leaning your head against her shoulder.

“only with him” she shrugs gently as to not disturb you.

“nothing he ever did could impress me” you make a disgusted face that jennie catches with the corner of her eye, pride displaying on her face in the form of a smirk. “do you know who i would love to impress instead? the ladies of the ton. which is why you and i have to do some fitting, you will be the prettiest one there”

“i think you’re mistaken, darling.” jennie shakes her head and turns to look at you. “no one could ever be as beautiful as you” she presses a peck on the tip of your nose, and as you approached your castle, she can’t help but groan. “i thought it would be just us tonight”

“so did i” you stare out the window with a frown “we may be able to enter through the back”

the offer makes jennie’s shoulders relax and her heart swoon, you loved the spotlight so much you became it. in your absence people wondered how you’re doing, hoping you’re well. she knows as your lover every night like these fills you with joy, when ladies of the bunch come and shower you with gifts, praise and their company. not that jennie wasn’t company enough, but she was glad you had someone outside of your little bubble, even if honest ladies were the minority in the group.

“it’s okay, i know it’s been days since you talked to them” a sad smile spreads through her lips, she never got tired of sharing you, quite the opposite, she also enjoyed everyone loving you, she just had a different reaction, one that is for a later tell.

“i will be fine” you smile and place your hand over hers this time “there’s only one woman i’d love to have dinner with tonight” you peck her lips shortly, and peak out the window to instruct your driver to take the rear entrance. “and i do think you are the prettiest of all” your murmur brings heat to her cheeks, while everyone showers you with praise, you did the same with her, only you went above and beyond every single time.

“dinner” she clears her throat as she gets out of the carriage successfully and offers you her hand. “and then we send everyone to bed. i want it to be only you and me” her sentence finishes as you stop mere inches away from her.

“it can all be arranged” it’s no use to hide your enthusiasm, jennie is clearly displaying hers.

and the deal is sealed with a kiss of true love, a mere peck that has both of your stomachs pooling with zoos of nervous imaginary creatures that always seemed to appear when you were around the other.