#wjsn x reader

It's lowkey amusing, really. Everyone else only knew Bona—the actress, the professional, the fortress. She’d been in the game longer than half the stylists had been working, and the rookie actors looked at her like she’d stepped straight out of a film reel. She carried herself with quiet authority, the kind that came with years of experience and the kind of polish one definitely couldn’t fake.

You often heard stylists whisper that she was a dream client: never complaining about rushed changes, never wrinkling her nose when something didn’t fit right. Sometimes the crew members stood behind you and admired how she listened carefully, gave nothing but steady focus, even when the shoot dragged deep into the night. Her co-stars—chatty, restless, always buzzing—eventually learned not to mistake her patience for softness (poor them, really). As for the seniors? They had nothing but respect for her discipline, which you were still amazed of till this day.

Firm, but never unkind. Always untouchable.

But you knew better along the road….way better.

Because the second you two stepped behind closed doors, whether it was her dressing room, her apartment, your apartment, or even the quiet backseat of the van, Bona disappeared, and Jiyeon, your girlfriend, appeared.

And she acted like you were the older one.

“Honey,” she’d say, dropping her bag on the couch as soon as you closed the door. You barely had time to take off your shoes before she was tugging at your sleeve, her cute pout already active. “Hug.”

You blinked. “Already?”

“Yes. Right now.” She crossed her arms but kept standing far too close, lips pressed together like she was trying to keep her composure.

“You literally hugged me before we left the set,” you reminded her, still very amused.

“That was a work hug,” she countered as if that explained everything. “This is a real hug. Totally different category.”

You sighed in mock defeat but your arms opened. She collapsed into them without hesitation, burying her face and snuggled against your chest. And the fortress dissolved instantly.

You felt it in the way her shoulders loosened, in the quiet sigh slipping past her lips. Hours ago, she’d been the picture of composure while the staff laughed about the vanishing cake at the wrap party. Someone had joked, “Whoever made that should open a bakery! That was some good cake!” and everyone agreed.

Jiyeon had only smiled politely, keeping her mask intact as usual. She just sipped her water, while keeping her expression unreadable. But when the two of you were back in the car, she leaned close and muttered under her breath, “You didn’t fool anyone, you know. I can always tell when it’s your cake.”

You blinked at her. “Annnnnddd how exactly do you know?”

Her lips curled into the warm smile she never showed anyone else. “Because it makes my heart flutter.” She turned away quickly after that, pretending to scroll her phone like nothing had happened.

That was Jiyeon. Your girlfriend who made you feel like the older one.

Sometimes she clung to you outright, even when it got in the way of your job.

“Jiyeon, I need to go unpack your bag.”

“No.”

“Damn, but you’re heavy.”

“Good. Suffer.”

“Wow. So much affection.”

She only tightened her grip, muttering into your back, “Can’t blame me when you smell like sugar and cream. Every time you bake, it sticks to your clothes. Do you know how distracting that is when I’m supposed to look serious on set?”

You ended up dragging her half across the room because she refused to let go.

And then there was the name. God, the name. You learned quickly that if you called her “Bona” in private, even by accident, she’d pout. Not dramatic, but just subtle enough: lips pressed forward, eyes dropping, her whole presence quietly sulking.

“Don’t call me that here,” she mumbled once, her voice muffled against your shirt.

“But everyone calls you Bona,” you teased.

“I’m not everyone’s.” Her fingers curled into your side. “I’m yours. So call me Jiyeon.”

It was such an uncharacteristic thing for her to say that you couldn’t resist laughing. She smacked your arm and demanded another hug to make up for it, cheeks pink even as she tried to look stern.

You sometimes wondered whenever you walked behind her. This girl, seriously, how the heck did she manage to keep the two sides of herself separate? During the day, she was this untouchable figure—accepting compliments from staff with a graceful nod, smiling politely when her co-stars teased her. You’d watch her, her assistant badge on your chest, pretending not to notice the glances that came her way.

But at night? Especially at your place?

“Honey, cut this apple for me,” she’d say, plopping herself onto the couch as if she owned the place (she does now, apparently, because she said so) and holding out the fruit like she didn’t know how knives worked.

“You have hands,” you’d deadpan.

“Yeah, but you do it better. Pleaseee?” She’d stretch the word out, batting her lashes in an exaggerated way.

And of course, you always gave in.

It was so funny when you think about it. To everyone else, you were her younger assistant—competent, sure, but still the kid in the room. But with Jiyeon, somehow, the roles flipped. She’d lean into you, cling to you, demand your attention until it felt like you feel like you were a single father, the one keeping her grounded.

And you never told her this, but you really adore it.

You liked being the only person who got to see this version of her. The only one who knew that beneath Bona’s perfectly crafted image was Jiyeon, who demanded hugs like they were oxygen and sulked when you teased her too much.

The world could keep their fortress for all you care. You’d happily keep your Jiyeon.

-

You first noticed something strange one night when you dropped her off after a long shoot. Normally, she would unlock the door, drag you inside like a kid, demand a hug, then complain she was starving until you found something in her kitchen.

But this time, just as you reached for the handle, her hand shot out and pressed flat against it. “You can’t come in.”

You blinked. “…Eh?”

Her eyes flickered, just for a second, before she smoothed her face into that same calm mask she always wore on set. “Not tonight. I have… things to do.”

“Things?” you echoed, amused. “At midnight?”

“Yes. Important things.” She crossed her arms and tilted her chin as if her usual sheer confidence could erase suspicion. “So just… go home. I’ll see you tomorrow. Listen to your elders.”

The way she said it almost made you laugh. Jiyeon never pulled the age card unless she was hiding something. You tilted your head, trying to peek past her shoulder, but she quickly leaned against the door, effectively blocking the view.

“Alright,” you said finally, raising your hands in surrender. “I should be respectful to my elders.”

Her expression softened a little at that, though she quickly covered it with a huff, giving you a light shove away from the door. “Good. Now go before I change my mind and make you organize my wardrobe.”

You left with a laugh, though you were genuinely dying to know what she was up to.

What you didn’t know, actually, was that the moment you were out of sight, she let out a sigh and turned back into her apartment, where the kitchen counter already looked like a storm just hit. Flour coated the surface like snow, cocoa powder stained the sink, and Jisoo, who had volunteered herself as “moral support”, was perched comfortably on the counter, scrolling through her phone as if nothing were wrong.

“Finally got rid of him?” Jisoo asked without looking up.

“Yes. Barely.” Jiyeon tied her hair up messily, glaring at the recipe on her tablet. “This has to work tonight.”

Jisoo peeked over, smirking. “You know, you could just… buy something. Pass it off as yours. Easy. He will just eat it, you know?”

“No!” Jiyeon snapped, more flustered than stern. “If he can bake with his own hands, so can I. I will not be out-feminined by my own boyfriend.”

“Out-feminined?” Jisoo snorted. “Girl, you sound like you’re overthinking it. They’re muffins.”

“I'm not overthinking it! It's just that… every time he brings cakes to set, I…” Jiyeon trailed off, cheeks pink as she measured flour. “…My heart flutters, okay? It’s unfair. I need to—” She shook her head, clenching her jaw. “I need to give something back.”

Jisoo gagged. “Wow, you’re actually sappy.”

“Shut up.” Jiyeon pointed the whisk at her.

Well, her determination was admirable. The execution, less so.

The first attempt ended with smoke filling the oven because Jiyeon (somehow) thought “200” was in Fahrenheit, not Celsius. She fumbled with the oven mitts, flapping them like a bird, while Jisoo howled with laughter and filmed the mess on her phone.

The second batch was hard enough to be used as self-defense. Jiyeon bit into one, immediately gagged, and threw it into the trash. “It tastes like he broke up with me!” she cried, scrubbing her tongue with her sleeve.

“Don’t worry, Jiyeonnie,” Jisoo said between laughs, “He will love you anyway.”

“That’s not the point!”

The third attempt rose beautifully in the oven. Both Jiyeon and Jisoo were very hopeful before it immediately collapsed into sad, wrinkled black discs five minutes later. Jiyeon buried her face in her hands. “Why are they so ugly?”

“Maybe they take after their mom,” Jisoo chirped.

“Kim Jisoo, get out of my apartment!”

But Jisoo didn’t move, and neither did Jiyeon. Batch after batch, the night stretched on, and the once-composed actress unraveled bit by bit, occasionally accompanied by Jiyeon banging her head down to the counter. Her immaculate hair frizzed around her face, her apron looked like it had been rolled in dust, and flour smudges marked her cheek. At one point, she dropped her forehead onto the counter with a groan.

“I can memorize thirty pages of script in a night,” she muttered into the wood. “But I can’t follow three steps in a recipe?!”

Jisoo patted her shoulder with mock sympathy. “Some people just aren’t meant for domestic life. No worries, he probably thinks you’re perfect already.”

“Shush, Kim Jisoo” Jiyeon mumbled, lifting her head with renewed fire in her eyes. “I’m going to get it right. Even if it kills me.”

And so the fortress stayed awake into the small hours of the morning, stoic and respectful actress by day, hopeless baker by night, battling her oven with the stubbornness of someone who had never lost a role in her life.

-

The next day on set, you spotted her the moment she walked in. Bona—oops, sorry, Jiyeon—always carried herself like a textbook leading actress: spine straight, gaze unreadable, each step measured like she was walking onto a stage. But today something was… off. Her sunglasses were comically oversized, covering half her small face, and even then they couldn’t hide the faint shadows beneath her eyes.

The stylist pursed her lips as she dabbed concealer under them. “Wow, what’s this? Did our Bona binge three seasons of a drama last night?”

“I was… busy,” she said in her usual calm tone, though her voice lacked its usual sharpness.

Her co-star leaned over with a smirk. “Busy? Don’t tell me you were studying again. Or…” His grin widened. “…is someone keeping you up late these days?”

That got a few chuckles from the staff. Jiyeon’s only response was the faintest curve of her lips, polite enough to play along but distant enough to shut down further teasing. To anyone else, she was untouchable—stoic, professional, unreadable.

But you saw it. Under the table, her heel tapped against the floor, rapid and impatient. A tell you’d learned only because you’d spent so many nights watching her from the corner of your eye. She was hiding something.

When you managed to be alone with her later, in the quiet hallway outside the dressing rooms, you lowered your voice. “Bona…you look exhausted.”

She adjusted her script, face set in that practiced actress-mask, her eyes sharp. “I’m fine.”

You frowned. “Jiyeon, are you sure? Because—”

She didn’t let you finish. Instead she reached out and tugged your sleeve. Just a tiny, pleading pull, the kind of motion only someone utterly comfortable with you could make. Her gaze flickered, unguarded for half a second.

“Just… trust me, okay?” she murmured.

You did. You always did. There was something unbearably cute about watching her throw herself into whatever secret mission she’d set her mind on, even when she wouldn’t say a word.

So you nodded. “Alright. I trust you, my elder.”

She gave the barest smile before straightening back into Bona, the actress again, sweeping past you like nothing had happened.

Over the next few days the clues multiplied. You caught her slipping into corners to whisper into her phone; once you even heard Jisoo laughing on the other end before the call ended. At the pre-reading table, her head bobbed forward for a beat, then she jerked awake and took a playful jab from a co-star. Every time you raised an eyebrow she arched hers higher, daring you to pry.

You let her be. Curiosity continues to gnaw at you, sure, but the way she carried herself—so calm in public, so recklessly earnest in private—was endearing in its own right.

It wasn’t until the fourth day that you finally found out…well not really.

She pulled you aside after wrap-up, glancing around like she was sneaking snacks back in her trainee days. In her hands was a lone chocolate muffin in a tiny box, wrapped so neatly it almost looked store-bought. Almost. Her ears were red as she shoved it toward you.

“…Here.”

"Hm?" You blinked, taking it carefully. “What is it?”

Her chin lifted, defensive. “A muffin. I made it.”

“…You… made it? And live to tell the tales?”

Her glare could’ve cut glass. “Don’t laugh. It's just that…you’re always baking— bringing cakes for the team, little things for me. And it’s annoying.” Her voice softened into a whisper. “…Because it makes me too happy. So I wanted to—” She stopped herself, shifting awkwardly. “…Return the feeling.”

Hearing her admit that—awkward and all—hit you in the chest (in the good way). The box suddenly felt heavier, not from the muffin but from the way her eyes were expectant, arms folded, chin up like a queen waiting for judgment.

“Well?” she demanded, eyes narrowing as you lifted the lid.

You looked down at the lone chocolate muffin again. Lopsided. Cracked at the top. A little too dark around the edges, like it had fought for its life in the oven. But it was hers. She had made this.

“It looks…” you started, stalling.

“Say it looks delicious,” she cut in flatly.

You bit back a laugh. “Yes, ma'am. It looks… delicious.”

“Good. Eat it.”

The command was so sharp it almost made you salute. Instead, you carefully tore off a piece, popped it into your mouth, and chewed.

And the flavour hit immediately — and by “flavour,” it was a tsunami of pure salt crashing down your throat. Your brain short-circuited. Your tongue shrivelled. Your ancestors wept.

But in front of you stood your girlfriend, stoic and expectant, her fingers tapping her arm like a judge waiting for the verdict. But you can see the way her eyes softened, though, just enough to remind you she was nervous. This muffin wasn’t just food; it was her effort, her late nights, her secret mission that she tried to surprise and impress you.

So you just suck it up and swallow it. Barely. “Mm.” You nodded vigorously, ignoring the way your taste buds screamed for mercy (and water). “Wow. Amazing.”

Her eyes narrowed even further. “...You swallowed too quickly.”

“What? No…”

“You didn’t even chew it properly. You just…” She mimed gulping something whole. “…like that. Suspicious.”

“I was savouring it in my heart,” you shot back, keeping your face painfully straight while your eyes were panning around anywhere else but her. "I'm appreciating it from my soul"

Her lips twitched, fighting a smile. “Liar. Let me see the box.”

You quickly snapped the lid shut, holding it to your chest protectively. “Nope. This is mine now.”

“Mine,” she corrected. “I made it. Hand it over.”

“Not until you try it too.”

She froze. “…Excuse me?”

“You heard me. If you’re so confident, you should have a bite yourself.”

"Tsk." Her cool façade cracked instantly. “Why would I? I know what it tastes like.”

“Do you?” you pressed, grinning. “Or are you scared?”

“Scared? I’m older than you. Why would I be scared of a muffin?”

“Because you made- I mean, because it tastes so good.”

Her glare could have killed you, but her cheeks were tomato red. Finally, with a huff, she snatched the box, tore off a chunk, and stuffed it in her mouth like she had something to prove.

And then… her entire face changed.

Her eyes went wide. Blinking rapidly. Her jaw froze mid-chew. Slowly, she rushed for the nearest water bottle on the table and chugged half of it in one go.

“...What the hell did I put in this?!” she finally sputtered, coughing.

You burst out laughing, clutching your stomach. “Salt. You used salt instead of sugar.”

She stared at you, horrified. “I—I measured everything! I followed the stupid recipe!”

“Except you get the damn salt!” you wheezed.

She threw the box away, but somehow it landed at your chest. “Don’t eat it then!”

But you caught it, still laughing, and tore off another piece just to prove a point. “Are you kidding? Of course I’m eating it. Best salty muffin I’ve ever had. ”

“God damn it, my dummy.” she muttered, covering her red face with her hands. “You’re going to die.”

“Then I’ll die happy, life ended by my girlfriend's salty muffin.” you said smoothly, and she groaned, burying her face against your shoulder to hide how hard she was smiling.

“Ugh. You’re insane,” she whispered.

“You love me anyway.”

“…Unfortunately.” Her voice was muffled, but her arms circled your waist tighter, betraying the truth.

"Well i couldnt be happier to know our daughter is marrying yours and now our companies will be able to thrive and grow larger." Seola's dad cheered.

"I couldnt agree more" my mother responded. This situation feels so imhumane. I glanced up at Soela's mother who whispered something into her daughters ear.

"whats wrong?! "she stood up and slammed her hands on the table, "Whats wrong! What about the fact that my parents are marrying me off against my will to some stranger i dont even know for your guys own benefit!!" she yelled out loud, glaring at her parents.

Her dad stood and spoke with a stern voice, "Sit down! Y/n isnt even a bad person and this is what is best for the company."

"what about what is best for me?!"

"well... this isnt about you" With her fathers words, she scoffed and left the room.

"i apologize for her actions." her mother stood and bowed at us with a sad face.

"its okay, its understandable to feel that way. I'll do my best to take care of her and treat her right." i bowed in return.

**Time-Skip**

Seola POV

Once our marriage happened, we had to move in together. We've also only spoken a couple of times. I have been cold to her and i know its unfair.

"wow this place is nice." i turned to face y/n, who was struggling to bring in the luggage. I helped her with my things and made our way into the bedroom.

I began to unpack my clothes. I lost track of time before the smell of a warm, lovely aroma brought me back into reality. I made my way out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.

"oh i was just about to call you, i uh made dinner." she plated the food and placed it on the table before leaving the kitchen.

"thank you" i sat down and began to eat. One thing i've learn to enjoy about y/n was her food, she truly knew how to make an amazing dish.

"of course" she came back with some blankets in her hands before placing them on the couch. Once she fixed the couch, she came back to the table and started eating herself.

"c-can i ask you something" y/n immediately nodded a bit in shock, considering that we don't usually talk.

"why did you agree to this?"

She placed her fork down. "...because my family needs the money."

"what about what you want"

"What i want is for my family to be okay and as much as this situation is werid and im sorry you also have to go through this but this is the best thing for my family right now."

I hummed and nodded, "h-have you always been into women?" i played with my food a bit.

"yeah always have been but with my condition its kinda hard to make anything last. what about you?"

"i've never been with a girl and uh if you dont mind me asking what condition?" still playing with my food but looking up at y/n, i could instantly tell she got uncomfortable.

"i uh am intersex, meaning im born a woman but i also have a penis." she reached over and drank out of her cup.

All i did was hum in understanding and finish my food. Once i was done, y/n noticed and grabbed our plates.

"i could have done it you know, and thank you the food way good."

"its okay, plus i know you like taking a shower usually after dinner and its already pretty late and you're welcome." she sent a small smile my way before turning back to the dishes.

After our first month of living together, everything we did was a routine. We learned how to live together but it was still very minimal between us. She would still often sleep in the living room. Saying that the living room seemed warmer than the guest room, but she had her clothes in there.

Tonight was a dinner party that our parents were throwing. We got ready in our separate rooms. Y/n was waiting in the living room by the time i was done.

"W-wow you look beautiful." she patted her suit down as she looked at me.

"thank you, you dont look to bad yourself." i felt myself get a bit shy underneath her stare.

"thank you, shall we go?" she reached for her keys before holding out her hand. I hesitantly accepted, it was still somewhat difficult for me to accept that we were now married and this should be normal.

Once we arrived, we had to put the persona of a great, wonderful, happy marriage and fake smiles. After a while, we got drinks and somehow separated from one another.

i didnt realize that y/n wasnt by side until my friend, who i was currently talking to, pointed it out. "hey, that's your wife, right?" as i turned to look behind me, i noticed y/n...and someone else.

Y/n was talking some woman, who was getting a bit too close than a friend should be. I felt an unfamiliar feeling in my chest as i saw her reach up and fix y/n tie. I was glaring at them, i noticed y/n become fidgety and smile in a way she never did with me.

Y/n then picked up her hand to show her ring, which made me relax a bit even if i had realized why yet. But to my disbelief, she shrugged her shoulders and ran her hand down from y/n's tie to her stomach.

"i'll be back" before i could truly think about what i was doing i made my way towards them. y/n noticed me as i approached.

"hey babe, i've been looking for you, oh whose this?" i sent the woman a smile as she backed off.

Y/n opened her mouth to speak before the woman interrupted, "Vicky, nice to meet you. I've seen y/n around the company so i just wanted to speak with her."

"hm, do you also know shes married vicky?" i reached my hand to grabbed y/n's and showed her our rings. "i think she gets is now, Seola, its okay." y/n nervously tried to bring the tension. "oh does she because i dont think she got it the first time you tried telling her" i pouted, playing dumb.

Vicky tensed up, feeling embarrassed she rushed out an apology and left.

I kept glaring at her figure until she disappeared into the crowd. "so...you going to tell me what that was about?" i turned to face y/n as they spoke.

"well i know things between us arent ideal but you're married..."i made eye contact with her and i reached up and fixed her collar, "and you're married to me, which makes you mine" i pulled her tie, so our noses were touching. "and i dont share with what mine, now lets go home shall we.

Y/n was stunned, and slowly nodded but not before glancing at my lips.

Y/N POV

Once we got back home, Seola made her way to her room and i made my way to the guest bedroom,

What the fuck just happened? The whole situation left me stunned and....horny. I made my way to the bathroom and took a shower trying to get it out my head.

But i couldnt help but replay over and over again, i looked down and saw it wasnt going away so i decided to just deal with it. I tried to imagine anything else but my mind kept drifting off to Seola.

The way she didnt hesitate so claim me as hers, wasnt afraid to show the woman who i belonged to, the way she clenched her jaw, the way she looked at me, the way her lips looked, the way i was inches away from her lips, her breath so close to my lips that i could almost taste her, the way her face sat so pretty underneath the light, the way i could have leaned forward and captured her li-

I left out a low but hard groan as i came. Afterwards, I finished up my shower and went to bed in the guest room as i was too tired to get my blankets to set up on the couch.

The next few days ive noticed Seola was making more an effort to talk to me, she would make me coffee and remember things i would tell her.

We actually started to go on dates and as backwards as all this was, it felt really normal. We started slow and started getting more affectionate towards each other. Nothing big just cheek kisses, hugs and cuddles as we watched movies together and thats all it was; until this night.

I was finishing washing dishes as Seola was on top of the counter behind me, telling me how her day at the office was. Once i was done i turned to face her.

"and then he was about to spill the coffee all over my station, i literally had to tell him to leave before i crashed out." I smiled at her, I approached her and hugged her waist. She wrapped her hands around my neck.

"well im sorry that happened to you today but at least your back home now right?"

She looked deeply into my eyes as she played with my hair and smiled at me gently, "yeah...home."

i dont know how long we stared into each others eyes before i realized that we were leaning closer. Next thing i know my lips were on hers. It felt like we were both waiting for this moment with how we brought each other even closer.

I felt her legs tighten around my waist as she brought me closer. My hands on her waist lingered there, feeling her warmth against mine. We soon separated and continued to stare into one another.

"well i defiantly didnt hate that. "

"me neither." i leaned forward and pecked her lips with a grin.

"h-how about you sleep in OUR bedroom tonight? it gets pretty cold in the night."

"i would love too." I picked her up and we made our way to our bedroom.

Once we got ready for bed, i snuggled up with her.

Seola POV

I would have never thought this would turn out like this, but im not compaining.

Feeling her arms around me as we got comfortable in bed was something i didnt know i needed.

What y/n doesnt know is the day after the party i went to the quest room to ask y/n something when i noticed that she was taking a shower.

I was turning to leave as i heard her groaning then lowly i heard a soft whisper of my name before a final long grunt. After that i couldnt get the image of her out of my head.

With us being this close i decided to act. I backed myself onto her, I felt her tense up as i smirked when i felt a soft twitch.

She gripped my waist and whispered in my ear, "what are you doing?"

"me? nothing trying to get comfortable" i played dumb as i continued

"S-seola, if you keep doing that imma get a b-boner." she leaned her head down onto my shoulder and let out a soft moan.

"then as your wife i'll take care of you." i placed my hand on her chin and picked up her head and brought her to my lips.

I kissed her softly at first, she moaned a little louder onto my lips. I let go of her face and brought my hands down to her pj pants and let my hand go under her waistband. Automatically i could feel just how big she was.

I ran my hands from the tip and down. She broke the kiss and leaned down to my neck, moaning while kissing my neck.

I couldnt help but let my own whimpers out as she sucked on a sensitive part. I felt the tip, start to leak as her breathing got faster.

Her hand that was gripping my waist made its way to the front of my stomach and down. Her finger softly rubbed against my core and so often rubbing my clit.

I buckled my hips at her fingers, throwing my head back to moan loudly.

She pulled my panties to the side before entering me, "f-fuck y/n" I was panting, becoming breathless at her touches. Her other hands made its way under my top and teased my nipples

It was starting to get to much, the feeling of y/n fingers going in and out of me, curling at the best spots, the feeling of her warm mouth and tongue on my neck, and the feeling on her hand play with my nipples, rolling them between her fingers. I was reaching my limit, knowing that i began to jerk off y/n faster.

"d-does that feel good baby?" y/n moaned into my ear as she pulled my earlobe back and let it go with a soft snap.

"mhmm feels s-so good, im so close." i gripped her chin and made eye contact with her. " i wanna c-come together, can you do that for me baby?'

She gave me a dazed smile as her lustful eys looked into mine. "of course i can baby." She then kissed me harshly as she picked up her pace.

She curled her fingers at the perfect angle which made me tighten my thighs around her hand but that didnt stop her, she continued to hit that spot. I couldnt continue kissing her as i was moaning uncontrollably now.

I arched my back and felt y/n bite my neck as i felt her cock start throbbing. We both let loud moans before we came down from our high.

After a few moments of nothing but panting. y/n grabbed my face and kissed me lightly. "i love you"

"Trust me, I heard it from Jiyeon herself." The look of disbelief was evident in your face that Sojung had to throw her used tissue to your face.

"First of all, ew. Second of all, Jiyeon or Juyeon? You still get their names mixed up.” Picking up the used tissue, you placed it by your side. A weapon incase Sojung does it again.

“THE Kim Jiyeon, star fencer that has everyone wrapped around her fingers.”

“You of all people would know that I don’t believe it until it comes from the source itself.”

She knew it too well, even despite trying to get your attention to look behind you where Jiyeon was a few tables away and looking at your direction. Maybe it was because you can’t believe that someone like Jiyeon would like you. She’s a star fencer and you are simply the student council auditor, there is not much to you that would make people know who you were.

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At the other table, where Jiyeon was admiring you, her friends were also looking at your direction.

“She’s gonna melt, Bona.” Juyeon similarly with Sojung threw her used tissue to make the girl stop.

“Bona really likes her, huh? How did you even notice her?” Jiyeon looked at Luda as if it were the most stupidest thing that has come out of her mouth aside from the multiple times she had insulted people but she was only being blunt.

“I met her through Hyunjung, they’re closer. It was during the Sports Festival where she was injured after sprinting for her class. A bit clumsy but she was cute despite sweating so much and laughing at whatever Sojung had told her.” By the time Jiyeon finished her story, Luda was making her way on to the other table. To which another person had joined their table, Kim Hyunjung. The trio are doing their own thing with Luda joining out of the blue leaving Jiyeon and Juyeon alone.

“Do you have any plans later?” Jiyeon shook her head to answer Juyeon’s question. “Good, could you pass this down later in the student council? I’ve got club activities later and it need to be passed later.”

“I don’t have training later so why not.”

“You’re a lifesaver, Bona. LET ME KISS YOU.”

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“Luda, why are you eve-” “AAAAHH!” The group looked at Jiyeon who was trying to push Juyeon away, you had raised your brow at Sojung who had tried to convince you earlier that she likes you. Something nobody knows was that you hoped what Sojung and Hyunjung had told you were true, deep down you know you also like her but would you admit it? No. There is a long line for Kim Jiyeon and the rumors of her liking you was not helping at all. Who wouldn’t fall for Kim Jiyeon the star fencer? She’s beauty, brains, and brawn; everything anyone could ask for, she has it.

Here you are, watching the entire scene unfold on how Juyeon was trying to kiss Jiyeon. Does it break your heart? Certainly, because you had this false hope already built up and crumbled down within seconds.

“Back to our conversation, what are you doing here, Luda?” The trio looked at the small girl who was looking at Y/N with a huge grin, one things that girl knows is how to persuade people into doing her bidding yet you can’t get past it.

“I can’t come by the office later since I have a date, could you switch with me for today? I’ll cover your shift tomorrow.” That was one way she persuaded you, through trades. She’s done it multiple times and most of them were useful and helped with finishing your work early at the council, it did sometimes intervene with your schedule of matching with Jiyeon. You knew that Wednesday’s were her free day from training, the few times you see her and sometimes walk almost side by side with her. You would sound stalkerish if you said this to Sojung and Hyunjung but you didn’t care, the crush you had for the star fencer was something you would like to keep to yourself.

“I don’t know, Lu…”

“I’ll buy you milktea tomorrow if you agree.”

“I’M SOLD.” That was all it took for you to agree at something spontaneous, your mom wouldn’t mind if you go home late, it wasn’t the first time it happened. It did mess up your schedule of having one of the few chances of walking with Jiyeon even if it were a few feet away.

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Here you were, stuck in the student council office with the paperwork you were going to do the following day. You didn’t notice how busy the council is this days, especially with the amount of paperwork the clubs are submitting now. Either way, you were going to do it tomorrow, so no better time than the present.

“Here are the expenses for the theater guild, Y/N.”

“Props are that expensive? Maybe I should drop by and help out?”

Yeonjung was about to reply when the sound of the door opening brought your attention to the girl arriving. You noticed the black duffle bag anywhere, it was one of a kind especially having her name embroidered on the sides. Kim Jiyeon. As far as you remembered, she wasn’t a treasurer in any club or in the fencing team, but before she could look at your direction, some of the people in line had told her to sit down and wait until I was done talking to Yeonjung.

“That would be a great help actually, we’re kinda looking for someone to be our technical for the annual school play. I’ll message you the details later. Bye, Y/NN.” You waved at Yeonjung goodbye as she left with Dayoung, the other treasurer you had talked to before the younger one. There were only two people left in line before you faced Bona, and its the Math club and Chess club which would be fast as they’re both responsible and have the same expenses for the entire school year. It went by faster than you wanted, quick and done; here you were hoping it would take a few more minutes but for once you wished they were a bit irresponsible. The girl of your dreams already standing in front of you with you could only assume is a shy smile while holding some documents that you are sure its not from her team.

“Hello, do you need some help?” The student council auditor in you came out, a bit friendlier than your normal greeting with familiar faces.

“Juyeon wanted to hand this in, she couldn’t come due to some schedule conflict.”

“Well, that’s rather usual with Juyeon, Luda had mentioned it a few times that’s why she comes during my schedule most of the time. Can I see?” Jiyeon handed you the documents, mostly expenses for the dance club and some of her own essays that she mentioned that you need to check on. It was a bit awkward to see Bona just standing next to you, so you patted the seat next to her and she obliged quickly, watching you work and check on the expenses that she submitted without knowing what it actually is.

Bona watching as you check and compare the documents from other documents that she doesn’t understand but she did notice how fast you worked. Now reading the essay Eunseo had always made sure you read before she submitted it but there was something different from the essay. She noticed her name, maybe it was a creative writing essay and Eunseo couldn’t think of a name but it didn’t make sense for her but somehow you did.

‘As someone who is not as dense as my friend, Bona, I know of your feelings for a certain athlete. You are quite subtle, I must say but I noticed the way you would always walk out after her during free day or how you would walk out whenever training finishes. Being her best friend, I would like to ask you to ask her out because neither one of you has the guts to confess unless I deliberately plan this entire thing with Luda. PS. she said don’t kill her.’

There you two were, sitting together in close proximity. You were contemplating on asking Bona out while she wanted to talk to you.

“About the rumors-” “I genuinely-” You both looked at each other, contemplating whether to continue what you were saying or wait for the other, but you let Bona talk first. Maybe it would be a bit awkward to bring up the rumors and Eunseo’s letter.

“I- I genuinely do like you, somehow the rumors started when I told Dayoung that I was interested in you.”

“It’s Dayoung, sometimes she gets a bit of a tangent especially with Exy… and I was wondering about the rumors but now that you’ve admitted to it. Would you like to go on a date with me? Let’s say this Saturday?”

Bona did not expect your reply, especially you never really showed much interest towards her. You were merely minding your own business but given that Eunseo was one of the reasons why you two are now talking and going on a date (once she regains consciousness and replies to you) so maybe she needed to give her gratitude towards her best friend.

“Sure, I’d love that. I’ll give you my number.”

“Give me your address as well, I’ll pick you up.”

You let out a frustrated huff as you hear the sound of thunder and the sound of rain hitting the roof and windows. Minutes before, you were excited that it was finally time to close the coffee shop you worked at until you heard the rain.

That morning the sun shone brightly with no hint of rain which was why you didn’t bring an umbrella. But here you were, angrily cleaning up the counters as you realized you would have to walk in the pouring rain to catch the last bus. All you wanted to do was be home and in the arms of your girlfriend.

You were lost in your thoughts when you hear the door open. “Excuse me, we’re closed.” you call out, not bothering to turn around. But when you didn’t get a reply and instead hear foot steps walking towards you, you speak up again and finally turn around “Excuse me-“

“Jiyeon?!”

Jiyeon stifles a laugh at your shocked face. She smiles at you, making her way to you with an umbrella in hand. “I remembered how you didn’t bring an umbrella to work today.” She didn’t fail to notice how you immediately relaxed as you made your way to her.

“I just finished and was worried about walking in the rain.” you quietly say as you quickly grab your stuff. Jiyeon wraps her arm around you, smiling as she feels you relax in her arms.

“When I heard the thunder, I thought of you. I knew you almost never bring an umbrella with you anyways, so I took the opportunity to pick you up.” She explains as you make your way outside, holding tightly on to you, “Maybe i’ll get a kiss as a thank you?”