#yeji imagines

gritty action-romance drama

Yeji plays a former detective trying to leave her past behind

until you, the one person she swore to protect, get dragged into danger

the kiss is supposed to be one desperate, fleeting moment

just a brief press of lips before she pulls away, torn between duty and love

in the leaked behind-the-scenes clip tho…

Yeji doesn’t pull away

She tilts her head, deepening the kiss just slightly

her hands tightening around your waist like she’s completely lost in the moment

“CUT!”

Yeji doesn’t move immediately

her forehead was still pressed against yours, her eyes flickering down to your lips

"Are you okay?" she asks softly, voice barely above a whisper

you nod, feeling breathless

she smirks

"Good. We should practice this scene again later."

the fans LOSE IT, I mean wtf

"‘We should practice again later’ GURL WHAT" "oh Yeji wasn’t ACTING, she was FEELING that" "So when are WE getting protected (and kissed) by Hwang Yeji?"

in an interview, Yeji just grins, her eyes twinkling

"I take my roles very seriously."

Lia

The Soft-Spoken but Surprisingly Bold Romantic Lead

classic second-chance romance

Lia is your ex-girlfriend-turned-unexpected-roommate

the tension? absolutely unbearable

the kiss is written as a shy, hesitant peck, full of unspoken feelings

but in the leaked clip???

Lia doesn’t just kiss you

she lingers, her breath warm against your lips

and she goes in again, softer this time

“CUT!”

Lia still stays way too close, blinking at you like she’s only just realized what she did

"Oops," she whispers, laughing nervously

"Guess I… got a little carried away?"

fans instantly go FERAL

"LIA WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘OOPS’??" "bro that second kiss wasn’t even subtle, she just WENT for it” "SOMEONE CHECK ON Y/N, SHE HASN’T SPOKEN SINCE"

when asked about the extra kisses, Lia turns bright red and fidgets with her rings

"I-It just felt natural, you know? Like… real."

Ryujin

The Effortlessly Cool, Too-Smooth Lead

friends-to-lovers

Ryujin is the charismatic best friend who has secretly been in love with you for years

the kiss is meant to be one casual, quick peck

yknow nothing dramatic

but in the behind-the-scenes footage??

Ryujin leans in again

this time slower, more deliberate

then, after the second kiss, she smirks against your lips, tilting her head playfully

"Oh? Was that too much?" she teases, voice way too smug

“CUT!”

she doesn’t even pretend to be embarrassed

she just winks at you before casually strolling off set

the internet explodes

"RYUJIN PLS SHE KNEW EXACTLY WHAT SHE WAS DOING" "‘was that too much?’ BABE WE SAW YOU GO IN FOR A THIRD WHAT" "Y/N just got rizzed up in 4K HD"

when asked about the extra kisses, Ryujin shrugs

"I was just in the moment. Can't help it if it felt right."

Gurl. Bye. 😭

Chaeryeong

The Sweet, Blushy Lead Who Accidentally Exposes Herself

heartfelt, coming-of-age love story

Chaeryeong is your adorable childhood best friend who finally confesses after years of pining

the kiss is supposed to be a soft, innocent moment, filled with emotion

but in the leaked video???

Chaeryeong FORGETS to stop kissing you

after the first kiss, she nervously kisses you again, like she just can’t help it

then, realizing what she did, she hides her face in her hands, giggling uncontrollably

"Oh my God, that was… um. A lot."

"SHE PANICKED AND KISSED Y/N AGAIN HELPPPP" "Chaeryeong, bestie… the scene was one kiss, not three" "She’s so embarrassed but also SO IN LOVE"

during an interview on her sister’s channel, Chaeryeong squeals and covers her face

"I-I don’t know! I just kept going! It felt… natural?"

her members immediately start teasing her

Chaeryeong.exe has officially crashed

Yuna

The Shamelessly Flirty, Scene-Stealing Lead

high-energy romcom

Yuna plays the overconfident playgirl who falls hard for the one person who resists her charms — you

the kiss is scripted to be one dramatic, show-stopping moment, before she pulls back, smirking like she owns the world

but in the leaked video??

Yuna doesn’t just stop at one kiss

she peppers soft, playful kisses along your jawline, her laughter barely contained between each one

“CUT!”

Yuna winks at the camera before turning to you with a teasing smile

“Ah, Yuna-ssi…”

"What?" she says innocently. "I was improvising."

the internet goes INSANE

"YUNA MA’AM YOU WERE HAVING TOO MUCH FUN" "She kissed Y/N like they were already dating, I can’t." "‘I was improvising’ — NO YOU WERE ENJOYING YOURSELF" "plsss even the director was speechless"

when asked about the extra kisses in Hyell’s Club, Yuna just giggles and flips her hair

"I mean… can you blame me?"

AND THEN IT ALL JUST STOPPED. the world faded into the background, the gunshots were long forgotten as an ear piercing scream reached her ears.

yeji's jaw dropped when she saw you lose your balance. she went into overdrive, her mind not working rationally. she ran as fast as she could, just in time to save you from dropping to the floor.

she sat on her knees with you in her arms, tears lining her eyes. "baby, fuck, shit, wait, i'll save you, i swear." the bright red liquid stained everything in its contact.

"call the ambulance, fucking do something!" she yelled, her teammates captured the person who fired the bullet, two of them dragging the shooter to their van, while the others hurried trying to call the ambulance.

yeji removed the leather jacket you were wearing to see your white shirt you wore underneath submerged in crimson. "fucking hell, you lost so much blood, princess, please don't leave me, i'm nothing without you, please."

a weak smile pulled at your lips as you slowly reached your hand out to cup her cheek gently, pulling her closer, "promise me you'll always take care of our daughter."

"no, don't-don't say that. you're not going to leave us both, you're everything we have, don't do this to us, y/n, please don't." she sobbed, leaning into your hand.

the love of her life was on the brink of death and she couldn't do anything. she was powerless. this was the second time in yeji's life where she felt this way.

the first time when she saw her parents be assassinated right infront of her and now, as she saw her wife, her girl so close to giving up.

it hurt so bad. the physical pain was nothing compared to the mental pain you felt. you were going to leave your partner in crime and sweet little daughter to fend for themselves, just like how your mom left your dad and you.

except she cheated and left, whereas you were being forcefully taken away from the two you love most. this wasn't fair, you wanted to live. you wanted to experience the adrenaline rush of killing and spending time baking for your little family of three.

you wished to live but some wishes are left as wishes and never come true. it was your fate. you were fated to leave this world in your lover's arms while you slowly lost all memories and your life.

"the ambulance is on their way." one of yeji's teammates spoke. "i'm sorry." you choked out with a lifeless chuckle. seeing yeji like this only hurt your slowly draining heart more.

"please don't cry, jiji. i don't like see-seeing you cry, es-especially 'cause of me." she only cried harder, she couldn't possibly survive without you by her side, it was incredulous, terrible to even think of how she'd live.

"looks like i'll have to go," "no, no, no, you don't no, don't leave me, don't, don't." She couldn't stop protesting. she knew her pleas wouldn't change anything, yet it felt like it would do something and it only hurt more when it didn't.

"i'm sorry for leaving, tell our babygirl mommy loves her, i'll always-always love you both even when i won't be here to say it and you wo-won't be able to hear it. thank you for lovin-loving me, yeji."

your soul slowly left your body with your blood. her teammates saw you leave peacefully with a smile on your face, silently crying themselves. you were a part of their team too.

"no, this can't be true, no, no, you're-you're not, not, leaving me, no, no, y/n? y/n answer me, y/n no!" yeji saw you lay there lifeless in a puddle of your own blood.

you left her, you were forced to leave her and your daughter alone. just when she finally moved on and was happy, god chose to take her only light away.

you were the light that always lead the way in her dark world, your daughter was with her as you three lived and survived every difficult situation with you leading the way.

what was she going to do now? who will lead the way? who will love her unconditionally like you loved her?

you left the world that night, but yeji's soul followed yours behind, it seemed. she lost herself. she lost her everything. she lost what she treasured most.

she made the biggest mistake by dragging you to come with her on a mission she could've done with her teammates.

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Everyone bought it. The fairytale story of two rising chaebol daughters uniting for love — or, more accurately, to prevent a scandal that would destroy both families' reputations. The marriage was a business deal. A contract. Nothing more.

Y/N moved into the Hwang’s massive family estate the next day. The house was as cold as Yeji was.

Their mornings began with coffee at opposite ends of a marble dining table, evenings passed in silence, Yeji’s footsteps soft against the hardwood as she disappeared into the master bedroom. Y/N slept in the guest room across the hall. Neither of them said goodnight. They barely said anything at all.

Yeji’s mother made no effort to hide her disdain either.

It began subtly — pointed glances when Y/N wore something too casual around the house, veiled jabs about her upbringing during dinner, cold smiles when guests were present. Y/N endured it all with clenched teeth and a carefully neutral expression.

Yeji never stepped in. Not at first.

The Cho’s only daughter started to wonder if Yeji had felt the same way.

Then came the charity gala.

Y/N was alone for a moment, tucked into a corner of the ballroom with a half-empty wine glass, trying not to think about the thousand-yard stares and plastic smiles that filled the room. That’s when her mother-in-law appeared, all pearls and perfectly rehearsed elegance.

"You should learn your place,” she said, softly but firmly. “This family has tolerated worse, but rarely for long."

Y/N turned to her, stunned. “Excuse me?”

She smiled tightly, as if posing for a photo. "You're nothing more than a placeholder. Don't mistake convenience for affection."

Y/N froze. Her words cut deeper than she’d expected, sharper than any whisper behind her back. Y/N tightened her grip on her glass, jaw clenching.

Before she could find her voice, a hand slid around her waist.

"She’s my wife," Yeji said, her voice trembling not with fear, but fury. "Speak to her with respect."

Her mother blinked. So did Y/N.

Yeji didn’t say anything more. She just turned and led Y/N away, her grip gentle now, fingers brushing hers like a silent apology.

After that, something shifted.

Y/N found Yeji waiting for her in the kitchen the next morning, two mugs of coffee steaming side by side. She looked at her for the first time without the mask on.

They talked. At first, it was stiff, awkward. Conversations about the weather turned into commentary about the books stacked in the hallway. Talk of dinner turned into cooking together. One night, they bumped shoulders while reaching for the same bowl of ramen. Yeji didn’t move away.

"You like it spicy?" she asked.

"Not as spicy as you pretend to be," Y/N replied.

Her lips twitched.

The late-night moments followed a week after. Ramen on the floor of the kitchen. Y/N in one of Yeji’s oversized shirts, their feet brushing against each other under the table.

"What would you be doing if this weren’t real?" Y/N had asked once.

Her answer: "Probably wondering what it’d be like to kiss you anyway."

The first time Yeji kissed her for real, it wasn’t under cameras or for show. It was after Y/N fell asleep on the couch and Yeji covered her with a blanket. She blinked awake to the feeling of Yeji’s fingers brushing her cheek, hesitant. Yeji leaned in, slow enough for Y/N to stop her.

She didn’t.

The kiss was soft. Unpracticed. A little messy. Yeji’s hand trembled against her jaw.

And that night, Y/N didn’t go back to the guest room. She stayed in her “wife’s”.

The contract still sat in a drawer somewhere, untouched. Y/N wasn’t acting anymore. And neither was Yeji.

The next charity gala loomed, draped in elegance and expectations. It was the kind of event that once felt like a cage to Y/N — an obligation built into the very foundation of their contract. Appear perfect. Smile on cue. Play the part of a fairytale wife to Hwang Yeji.

But this time… it was different.

It was in the way Yeji held her hand now — not possessively, but gently, as if she wanted to anchor them both in something real. It was in the way Yeji’s gaze lingered longer than necessary when she helped Y/N into the car, her thumb brushing softly over the back of her hand before pulling away.

The driver said nothing, but Y/N caught the faintest curl of a smile in the rearview mirror.

“Still hate these things?” Yeji asked as the car rolled to a stop in front of the venue.

Y/N smoothed out a non-existent crease in her dress. “I still hate pretending.”

Yeji didn’t say anything right away. Instead, she reached over and adjusted a delicate earring that had come loose on Y/N’s right ear, her fingers brushing her jawline with the kind of familiarity that made Y/N’s breath catch.

“Then don’t pretend,” Yeji said quietly, her tone unreadable. “Not tonight.”

Inside the ballroom, everything sparkled. Journalists and photographers swarmed the entrance, flashes popping like fireworks as they made their entrance. But for once, the light didn’t feel blinding. Y/N stood just half a step behind Yeji, as she always did — and yet, this time, she felt seen.

She caught a glimpse of them in one of the floor-to-ceiling mirrors: two women in sharp silhouettes and steady gazes. Not just a perfect pair. A real one.

Throughout the evening, Yeji stayed close. Her hand on the small of Y/N’s back was subtle but constant. When they laughed at a joke during dinner, Yeji leaned in, her lips brushing the shell of Y/N’s ear as she whispered something that made her cheeks flush. Y/N laughed, but the sound was breathless.

“You’re staring,” Yeji murmured later, when they’d stepped out onto the balcony for air. Her voice was amused, but her eyes were soft.

Y/N looked away, flustered. “I wasn’t.”

“You were,” Yeji said, a little closer now. “It’s okay. I was too.”

Y/N gave a small smile, leaning against the railing as cool air wrapped around them. “It’s strange.”

“What is?”

“Liking this. Liking… you.”

Yeji tilted her head. “Do you?”

Y/N didn’t answer. She just reached out and tugged lightly on Yeji’s sleeve, pulling her closer until their arms brushed.

Back inside, the whispers were already circulating.

“They weren’t like this before, right?”

“I swear they actually looked in love tonight.”

"I've never seen Hwang Yeji smile like that before."

A photo of them on the balcony went viral that night. Yeji’s hand resting on Y/N’s waist, Y/N’s head tipped just slightly in Yeji’s direction, their expressions soft and private, as if the rest of the world didn’t exist.

Y/N scrolled through it later that night in bed, Yeji beside her reading emails. She turned the phone screen toward her.

“They’re saying we’re not faking it anymore.”

Yeji glanced at the photo and smiled faintly. “We’re not.”

Y/N’s heart flipped.

For the first time in months — maybe years — she didn’t feel like she was performing. Not for the press. Not for her family. Not even for Yeji.

It just felt like she was just… hers.

The lunch invitation came the morning after the gala. A simple text, too formal to be from a mother, and too polite to be casual.

"Lunch tomorrow. Just the three of us. Noon. You know the place."

No further explanation. No emojis. Not even a greeting. Yeji stared at it longer than she should’ve before finally typing back a short, “Understood.”

When she told Y/N, she didn’t sugarcoat it.

“She saw the photo, didn’t she?” Y/N guessed.

Yeji nodded once. “You know she never lets things go unnoticed.”

“What do you think she wants?”

Yeji looked at her, something unreadable flickering in her eyes. “To remind us who’s really in control.”

The restaurant was Yeji’s mother’s favorite — private, quiet, obscenely expensive. The kind of place where even the waitstaff knew to disappear once food was served. They were seated in a glass-walled room tucked away from the main dining hall. The view outside was stunning — lush gardens, glistening koi ponds — but the tension inside was thick enough to slice through.

Y/N sat straighter than usual, poised. Yeji sat beside her, not across, their shoulders occasionally brushing which felt intentional, grounding even.

Yeji’s mother arrived exactly on time, dressed to perfection, not a single strand of hair out of place. She barely glanced at Y/N before sitting down across from them.

“Thank you for coming,” she said, though it didn’t sound like gratitude.

The waiter poured tea and vanished.

For a moment, silence.

Then: “You two were the talk of the gala last night.” Her voice was smooth, laced with something cold. “The balcony photo. It’s everywhere.”

Y/N didn’t respond. Yeji’s jaw tensed, but she kept her voice calm. “We expected it.”

“I didn’t,” her mother replied lightly, slicing her salad with too much precision. “You’ve never looked so… convincing.”

Yeji said nothing. Y/N’s fingers curled slightly on her lap.

Her mother looked at her then, really looked. “Tell me, Y/N. Are you enjoying this arrangement?”

There it was. The challenge.

Y/N met her gaze evenly. “I didn’t expect to. But I’ve grown to. Yeji and I work well together.”

“Is that what it is? Work?” she asked, tilting her head, smile razor-sharp. “Because if it’s something else… I’d be very curious about what changed.”

“Why does it matter what changed?” Yeji said quietly.

Her mother turned her eyes back to her. “Because this wasn’t supposed to be real.”

Y/N blinked. Yeji’s hand found hers under the table.

“You had someone else in mind for me,” Yeji said. It wasn’t a question. “Didn’t you?”

There was a pause. Then, finally: “You know I did. And he would’ve been the better choice — for you, for the family.”

“You mean for you,” Yeji said sharply. “He would’ve done whatever you wanted. Including folding himself into this dynasty like a good son-in-law. He was your pawn.”

Her mother’s expression didn’t change, but her tone cooled. “And what is Y/N, then? A wildcard? A romantic fantasy you’ve allowed yourself to indulge in because of a contract you never took seriously?”

Yeji’s grip tightened under the table. “She’s mine.”

That silenced the room.

Y/N’s eyes widened slightly. Not because of the word, but the way it had left Yeji’s mouth — low, steady, fiercely certain.

Yeji’s mother set her utensils down, untouched food before her. “If this was just about keeping up appearances, I’d let you play your part. But you’re starting to believe it. And so is the public.”

Yeji sat back, chin raised. “Then maybe it’s not just an appearance anymore.”

Her mother exhaled slowly, as though the very idea exhausted her. “Careful, Yeji. You forget how quickly things can be taken away.”

Yeji looked her in the eye. “Then take them. Because I’m not giving her up.”

Silence again. Tense. Unbreakable.

Her mother rose slowly. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“I do,” Yeji said. “For once, I really do.”

Y/N stood too, quietly but with resolve. She bowed slightly — formal, polite — but her eyes never left Yeji’s mother’s face. “Thank you for the tea.”

They left without looking back.

Outside the restaurant, the sunlight was harsh. But Yeji finally let go of the breath she’d been holding.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly, still holding Y/N’s hand.

Y/N squeezed it. “Don’t be.”

“I’ve never told her off like that before.”

Y/N smiled gently. “You were incredible.”

Yeji looked at her then. “I know we married for convenience, but you’re not just someone I’d stay with only to save face. You know that, right?”

“I know,” Y/N said. “But hearing you say it out loud? Kinda hot.”

Yeji huffed out a laugh, tugging her closer. “Let’s go home.”

“Your place or mine?” Y/N teased.

Yeji leaned in. “Whichever one lets me kiss you the second we walk through the door.”

The photo from the charity gala hadn’t just gone viral — it had reshaped the whole narrative. Overnight, the media tone shifted from speculative and performative to curious and cautiously romantic.

“From Contract to Connection? Netizens Swoon Over Yeji and Y/N’s Gala Chemistry” “Not Just for Show: Body Language Expert Breaks Down That Viral Look” “#HwangCho Rising Again on Social Media as Fans Wonder: Was It Ever Fake?”

The tabloids loved it. PR teams were cautiously optimistic. And Yeji? She ignored them all.

For the first time in her life, she didn’t care what anyone else said.

What mattered was this: Y/N curled up beside her on the couch, hair still damp from the shower, wrapped in one of Yeji’s oversized hoodies. Her feet were tucked beneath her, a mug of tea in her hand. Hongsam and Insam snored softly on the floor nearby.

The house was quiet — just the soft hum of late-night radio playing from the kitchen and the rhythmic breathing of someone who felt more like home than anything Yeji had ever known.

She scrolled through a few headlines on her phone before setting it aside. “They really think we’re falling in love.”

Y/N glanced at her over the rim of her mug. “Aren’t we?”

Yeji’s mouth curved. “Hmm, maybe we already have.”

Y/N didn’t answer right away. She just leaned forward, placed her mug on the coffee table, then nestled closer into Yeji’s side. “I used to wonder what it would feel like to be in love with someone I wasn’t pretending with.”

Yeji wrapped an arm around her. “And now?”

Y/N looked up. “Now I wonder how I ever thought I was pretending with you.”

It was quiet for a beat.

Then Yeji turned to her, resting her forehead against Y/N’s. “Let them talk then.”

“They will.”

“Let them guess.”

“They are.”

Yeji smiled and pressed a kiss to Y/N’s temple. “They’ll never know how lucky I am.”

The shift in their relationship ignited the spark within Y/N. On random weekends, she’d redesign the house, clean stuff out, just so it’d feel more like it was theirs. That Saturday, with both of them home meant two mugs of coffee, a couch warmed by sunlight, and a stack of unopened mail on the table — along with a familiar manila envelope.

Yeji picked it up without thinking, thumbing open the seal. Inside was the original copy of the marriage contract. The one their lawyers drafted. The one signed by both families.

The one they hadn’t looked at since the day it all began.

She held it up, raising an eyebrow. “Did you know this was still here?”

Y/N leaned over, peeking at the papers. “I thought we threw that out already.”

Yeji smiled faintly. “Guess we didn’t need to. We stopped following it a long time ago.”

Y/N took the papers from her, flipping through the clauses. Clause 1: Maintain appearances. Clause 3: Sleep in separate bedrooms. Clause 7: No romantic involvement outside of agreed public events.

She glanced up at Yeji, amused. “We’ve broken almost every rule in here.”

Yeji leaned in, her voice low and certain. “Because none of this matters anymore.”

They were quiet for a moment. Then Y/N set the contract on the table, reached for a lighter in the drawer, and held it up wordlessly.

Yeji’s smile deepened. “You’re serious?”

Y/N nodded. “Feels like the right ending, doesn’t it?”

Yeji took the lighter, flicked it once, and brought the flame to the corner of the paper. It caught quickly, curling into ash as they watched side by side.

When it was gone, there was only a soft silence left between them and the warmth of everything that had replaced it.

Yeji turned to her, voice quiet. “So… now what?”

Y/N reached for her hand, lacing their fingers together. “Now we write something new.”