AU - When Gwi Ma finally gets power and the honmoon starts to create larger tears during canon, he decides that he doesn’t want to wait on going after the one person who’s been causing him the most trouble for decades: Celine. He decides to attack her while she and Bobby are together talking about the upcoming Idol Awards (as Bobby wanted to talk to her in person because of how much turmoil the girls have been experiencing). Thanks to all the craziness happening with the honmoon and the larger tears, the honmoon messes up and ends up body swapping Bobby, Celine and Gwi Ma.
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Ahem: goofy manager Bobby who's also boyfriend Bobby who started out as a B tier Kpop idol himself, and then after his compulsory military time behind a desk ended up as like backup dancer for solo artist Celine which led to the 'oh, oh no he's cute' downward spiral to domesticity.
hiiii please ignore if your requests isnt open. your single handedly carrying the celine x reader fics thank you so much we owe you our soul.
so im thinking of celine x f reader (yes age gap) where theres basically tension but neither really does something about it but both are being sweet and flirty they might as well be married. and so like cue to huntrix after party, reader saw someone being extra friendly to celine and reader got super sad and gets drunk. someone helped reader out celine saw this and snaps and went to readers side.
fast forward nothing really happened but morning came. rumi went to celine's place and saw reader there in nothing but celine's robe so rumi thought something happened and reader squeaked and celine's called reader honey or something. so rumi poofed and shared this to her girlfriends 😅 and i leave the rest to you! thanks!
I will not ignore, bc I’m sure you probably know by now lmao *slams fist on table* REQUESTS ARE OPEN.
Also no I am not, stop it y’all 🙈. There’s definitely at least one other author I see actively in the tag (shoutout to @daydreaminginmonochrome)!
Besides, I can’t be over here taking your souls, my wives wouldn’t stand for that.
To the outside world, it’s disgustingly obvious that you and Celine were into each other.
Yet for some reason, even though everyone else saw it, you two were both completely and annoyingly oblivious about the other’s feelings.
Was it the difference of age between you two? A fear of an unfair power dynamic? Or were you both just straight up too chicken to do anything about the growing tension between you?
Whatever the case was, you two engaged in this long song and dance for so long, ever since you met each other.
But everyone else found it disgustingly cute just how much you two always flirted and teased one another.
“You’re looking rather sharp today.”
“Did you try something new with your hair, Celine? It looks gorgeous.”
“Keep talking like that and I may think you believe I’m younger than I appear.”
“You know I don’t care about that… But you do look ravishing. Whomever catches your attention is more than lucky to have it.”
“Who said anyone else had it, but you?”
All of it obvious to onlookers, yet playful banter to you two.
As of late though, it’s gotten so bad that even Rumi, Mira, and Zoey had to step in and see what the fuck was going on between you two, because they’re so tired of the way you guys tiptoe around your true feelings.
“Rumi,” Mira spoke, “we gotta get this kid set up with your mom.”
“Mira… She’s slightly older than us, so not a kid. And Celine isn’t my mom!”
“…Okay, but she totally is.”
“Zoey!”
But alas, no matter how many dates they secretly set up, how many interactions they most definitely planned, romantic nights in, some “oops, I mean you guys are already here… Together… Why don’t you two go along and have fun!”
Nothing seemed to work.
Then, one night during Huntr/x’s after party, the unexpected happens.
You, Celine, and all the girls had gathered at the event hall alone with a few other higher up supporters of the group.
Drinks were floating about in fancy glasses as everyone celebrated the success of Huntr/x’s new single. You yourself however, weren’t big on drinking… The nasty hangover and the bitter taste of it all. You could definitely pass, and remain sober.
At least that was your plan. Until you saw someone- no, Bobby, being a bit too friendly with Celine.
Interesting. Why is she laughing at some incoherent joke he just mumbled out? He’s drunk out of his mind.
…Is he hitting on her? You thought he was… Well, you know. He always gave off soft bear energy.
Oh, she just put her hand on his shoulder. It’s clearly just to steady him, he was about to lose his footing. But… he’s way too red. Is that the alcohol or is he blushing?
The party and everyone’s laughs have swiftly turned into regular white noise as you continue to witness the interaction. Something inside you shifts, or breaks, something you didn’t even realize you were holding on to.
You like her.
You like Celine.
“Oh shit,” you breathe, thinking back to all the times you two verbally and playfully went back and forth at each other.
“Idiot,” another mumble as you smack your forehead lightly, “need a fucking drink.”
One drink turned to one… Then two… Maybe five? Who needs to count anymore!?
“Uh, maybe we should get you home?” Someone inquires after seeing you slumped over furniture, half a glass in hand as you mumble some sad song about the one who got away.
“Nuh-uh,” you murmur, your words more than slurred, “karaoke is just getting started!” Your posture straightens out, glass raised in celebration.
No one else cheers with you.
The onlooker just nods politely. “Mhm, sure. Hey, I think everyone is gonna do carpool karaoke!” They suggest, trying to get you into the Uber they already ordered for you.
Celine on the other hand had been chilling by the bar by herself for a while. Bobby had left early himself, not being able to handle the few drinks he had.
She swiftly checks on Huntr/x, all of them pacing themselves well for the night as they remain professional, but she catches the flirtatious ways they interact with each other.
Celine nods approvingly before she starts scanning the room for you. When she sees you being shuffled towards the Uber with a random person, she stiffens, jealousy quickly rising in her bones.
In a flash, she’s up, and immediately takes over the situation, practically shoving your acquaintance to the side.
“I’ll take her from here.” Celine says sternly, giving the other person an expression that leaves no room for argument. Once they’re gone, the older woman safely guides you into the car.
It’s not until halfway through the ride that you perk up a bit, and notice Celine in the backseat next to you.
“OhMyGodCelineHi!” You jumble your words together, but then you deflate, “I thought you were hooking up with Bobby…” You grumble.
At that, Celine freezes, and looks at you. “Excuse me?”
You slump in your seat. “Y’all were all over each other.” You enunciate dramatically, hands waving slightly to emphasize your point. “Googly eyed, laughing… You totally like him.”
“I do not.”
“‘T’s fine! Totally fine! Not like I like you anyway.” You scoff.
You feel Celine shift in the seat next to you. “Listen to me. Very carefully.” You feel both her hands on both side of your face. “I am not interested in Bobby. Bobby is asexual and may still be even attracted to men.”
“Oh my god, you’re a man?”
Celine blinks, realizing this won’t work because of how drunk you are. She pats your cheek with a smirk, and says, “we’ll revisit this when you’re not drunk… Or hungover.”
Come next morning, everything is quiet. There’s no music, no crowds, no noise. Just the soft glow of sunlight, the soft chirp of birds, and the nice linen of Celine’s bedsheets.
…Immediately, your eyes open, wide. You sit up straight as a board, the sheets flying off your frame, only to reveal that you’re wrapped in one of Celine’s robes.
“Oh my fuck.” You whisper. “How the hell did I get here? Did we…?” You question, your mind replaying whatever you can remember that led you here.
It’s worthless though, you’re sure you blacked out after your third drink and the current headache you sport wasn’t helping either.
Thankfully, there’s a note on the nightstand next to you from Celine. Next to it stands a bottle of pain killers and a full bottle of water, both of which you gulp down immediately.
The note itself reads, “Meet me in the kitchen once you awake. I’ll be in the garden, I’ll see you once you’re up, and we’ll take then. -C”
Once your headache settles a bit, just enough so that you’re capable of walking, you slide out of the bed, and make your way to the kitchen.
Only, instead of finding Celine there, you see Rumi.
The both of you freeze. You blink, not expecting to see the long purple braided ponytail while Rumi takes in your disheveled appearance.
That and how you’re wearing one of Celine’s robes.
Rumi breaks the silence first. “…Am I… Interrupting something?”
“Y/N?” You both hear Celine step in from outside. “Jagiya, are you awake?”
Rumi blinks next, looking between you and Celine, who now comes to stand by your side.
“Did you sleep well?” The older woman asks you with genuine concern. Her arm comes around your waist affectionately. The gesture catches you and Rumi off guard.
“Y-Yeah,” you nod, “thank you. For the water and meds.”
Celine kisses your forehead. “Anytime.”
“Wow this has been great, but I don’t want to disturb whatever… This is!” Rumi suddenly chirps out.
“Rumi you’ve only been here for-!”
Before Celine can even protest, Rumi is already bolting out of the cottage. “Bye Celine, bye Y/N! TalkWithYouBothLater!”
“That girl,” Celine exhales, “always on the go.” She turns back to you, quickly scanning you over. “You look a bit pale, is everything alright?”
“Did we have sex?”
Celine stands there, absolutely stunned. Then she chuckles, a genuine laugh escaping her chest. “Heavens, no. You were way too drunk to consent to anything.” She looks at you, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Though you did try.”
Your face turns bright red. “W-w-what are you… I didn’t… I was… You were with-!”
“Like I was trying to explain last night,” she cuts you off, knowing how your thoughts are going, “I am not interested in Bobby. I have been sending you signals for who knows how long now.” She pauses. “I just assumed that you did not feel the same.”
“Celine, what!?” You exasperate at her confession, “I-!”
“You’ve been crushing on me for as long as you can remember.” Said woman finishes your sentence, perfectly, much to your surprise. “…You talk a significant amount when you’ve had too much to drink.”
An awkward silence falls between you, both of you unsure how to proceed with the other’s confession.
“…My robe looks good on you.”
You blush. “Thank you.” You smile softly. “It’s comfortable.”
Celine shuffles forward, fixated on the collar. “It is.” She nods. “Though… I think you’ll find that it’s even more comfortable when it’s off?”
Her question hangs in the air, the anxiety practically rolling off her shoulders, but you simply meet it with a wide grin.
“Give me a spare toothbrush and let me shower first.”
“Closet, on the left.” She kisses the corner of your mouth. “Do not keep me waiting.”
“You guys will NOT believe what I just witnessed!”
Mira and Zoey flinch at the sound of the door to the penthouse slamming open.
Rumi sprints inside, immediately jumping onto the couch and wedging herself between her lovers.
“Celine and Y/N!”
“What about them?” Mira groans, an ice pack over her face.
“Y/N was wearing Celine’s robe and Celine used a term of endearment and held her waist and kissed her head and-!”
“ARE THEY DATING!?” Zoey asks excitedly, stopping Rumi mid-rant, but winces with how loud her own voice is.
“I don’t know but I think so!”
“Oh my god, this is historical!” Zoey responds, absolutely ecstatic despite her hangover.
Both her and Rumi start squealing in delight, happy that you and Celine are finally making progress.
Mira on the other hand, just presses the ice pack closer around her face. “Can we celebrate when we’re not dying!?”
“We may not have to!” Zoey wiggles her brows. “They probably already are!”
“And, moment is over.” Rumi deadpans, but of course, her girlfriends catch the small smile she can’t help but to form at the thought.
At least you and Celine can finally start acknowledging your feelings for one another. That’s all that mattered.
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I headcannon Celine chose Bobby to be the manager because he's her boyfriend. He's always been there for her, a rock that's grounding her when things get overwhelming; whether it's raising Rumi or dealing with the fame and demons. And yes, Bobby does know about the demons
Bobby: For the 1000th time, Celine is not my girlfriend! We just talk.
Rumi: What do you talk about?
Bobby: Her work as a Sunlight Sister, growing up in Korea, my time in Seoul University and, most recently, the possibility of having a child together.
[ Rumi spits out her drink onto Mira and Zoey. ]
Celine knew she got lucky with being a hunter, that she was always "naturally feminine" and that her mentors had good connections to the industry that could wipe any knowledge of her being "born a man", even if she had been a girl since the moment she could tell the difference between boys and girls.
Bobby who was part of a "girl" group in his teens, who was the resident "girlcrush tomboy" of the group, who wanted NOTHING more than to be himself but couldn't. Not if he wanted a good life, if he wanted his spot in the industry to remain intact.
Celine who found Bobby young and miserable, who instantly could see the truth even if Bobby was too scared too say anything, and helped him after he left the group, getting him a spot as a manager and funding his transition.
Bobby who learned by Celine how to love himself and come to a point where he no longer experiences dysphoria, where he's so happy and proud of himself.
Them both subtlety fighting for queer rights in the idol scene, letting their girls and anyone else under their lable be safe. Letting Rumi be open about being bi, helping Mira transition by all means she wanted, helping Zoey figure herself out and squash any news about her being queer because she doesn't wanna come out and that's her right.
And them both having matching tattoos of each other's names and a flower on their ankles that they got to celebrate Bobby's top surgery.
