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「 ✦ Day 26: Masturbation ✦ 」

Warnings: Masturbation, tenacle kink, a bit of edging, first time writing smut, semi-proofread, Has been beta read

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Luna was watching her favourite hentai, getting so turned on by the octopus tenacles going in and out of the girl's wet pussy, watching and listening to her moan and whine every time the tenacle exits her, Luna's favourite part. She so badly wants to fuck herself but knows she'll be punished later by her girlfriends once they find out that she pleased herself while they were away. 

Not being able to take it anymore, Luna sheds the shorts she was wearing and spreads her knees just far enough apart for her hand to enter her pussy. She moans at how wet she is already, and it's not even 20 minutes in the video.

Luna pushes one, two, three fingers deep in side her pussy moaning at the stretch and stimulation, she continues watching the video, fucking herself along to the same rhythm as the tenacles thrusting in and out the poor girl, who seems to be enjoying herself far more than she should.

*squelch*

*squelch*

*squelch*

Are the sounds Luna's cunt makes every time she thrusts her fingers in and out, edging herself more and more to an orgasm, but still holding back, wanting to climax at the same time as the girl in the video.

The girl's moans get louder and louder, white cream dripping down her thighs every time the tenacles thrust deeper and deeper into the girl's cunt, Luna thrust just as deep wanting more and more, pleasure, she uses her thumb to flick at and play with her clit after every hard thrust.

Two final thrusts the girl's jaw slacks, a silent scream coming out as she climaxes, Luna going off the edge shortly afterwards with a thrust more than the girl's, clear white liquid leaks down the girl's inner thighs, stars shooting behind her eyelids, the tenacles thrusts turn into gentle thrusts, helping the girl ride out her orgasm, Luna using her fingers to help her ride out her orgasm too, slumps over the laptop, chest heaving, breathes coming in pants, as she slowly recovers from her first of many orgasms, she slowly pulls her fingers out, groaning lightly at the sudden emptiness, and licks her slick off each digit.

She pauses the video to give herself a break, as she knows that this video will go on for another 30 minutes, she takes deep breathes, pulling herself up, stiffening as she hears a throat being cleared, Luna whips her head over her shoulder to find her two girlfriends leaning against the door frame, Amanda with her arms crossed over her chest and Kimmy with a devious smirk stretched on her face, "what do we have her love?" Kimmy asks Amanda with faux innocence, "a naughty bitch, that's what love" Amanda answers stalking towards Luna.

Luna knows she's in for a long night but fucking herself was so worth it.

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I hope you enjoyed this, as stated in the warnings, this is my first time writing smut in full, feedback would be much appreciated.

Word count: 476

Congratulations to Mamamoo for now having all four members have an album debut at #1 with Maria, Face, 6equence, and IN the mood!

horse yuri yayyy

(ive never drawn ponies before i hope they look fine)

Ningning 🥺

TELL ME THAT YOU LOVE ME AGAIN.

SYNOPSIS. you unintentionally became close to ning yizhuo as trainees. she made it into aespa, you didn’t. after you left sm and debuted with le sserafim, the desire to reconnect is heavy, but it’s not as easy as it sounds.

FEATURING. ningning x le sserafim 6th member reader

WARNINGS. none, maybe a little angsty tho idk

AUTHORS NOTE. first fic hello!! inspired by this song

WORD COUNT. 2.4k

you came to sm entertainment with the sole purpose of becoming an idol. it’s all you’ve ever wanted since you were eight years old. it wasn’t to make friends or build relationships; you wanted to work.

you kept to yourself during your trainee period, never really getting close to anyone. the trainee system was a twisted game and one small mistake could get you sent home. you’ve seen it happen with other trainees who were friends. one would be let go and the other left without their other half. you didn’t want any of that to get in the way of your goal.

ning yizhuo joined the company a year after you did. she was young, only a year younger than you. you remember the first time you officially met her in the practice room, which was completely by accident by the way.

as you walked through the company halls, going to your reserved practice time, you could faintly hear music playing from the practice room, which you found odd. you decided to slowly crack the door open to peek through and saw the younger girl practicing the choreography to into the new world. you know that she was new, maybe two weeks in? it makes sense that she wouldn’t know about your routine. you debated on just leaving and finding a different room, but decide against it.

as soon and you fully entered the practice room she seemed to take notice, jumping in surprise and instantly turning to greet you. you watched as she rushed to turn the music off, it was a little comedic. she hesitantly walked towards you, not really knowing what to say. you could sense the confusion on her face.

“this is my usual rehearsal time here,” you begin, and before yizhuo can spew out apologies, you continue, “it’s okay, you didn’t know.”

“i’m sorry, i can leave,” she managed, looking down at the floor. you feel a little bad, figuring she was probably embarrassed. you sigh, “no, it’s okay,”

‘what the fuck are you doing?’

“you’re practicing into the new world, right?”

she nods.

“we can practice together.” you decide. her face lights up, eyes gleaming, but you instantly regret you words. normally, you prefer practicing alone and being the only person to see the process of fixing your flaws and improving. but going by her reaction she probably wouldn’t think to judge you on anything.

“really?” she asks and you nod, walking towards the speaker to turn the music back on. “come on.”

you and yizhuo spend the next few hours practicing (more like you spend most of the time practicing while she stands there watching, admiring your movements). you were a dancer long before you joined sm, so you ended up helping her with the choreography after seeing her struggle, giving her tips and pointers to help her improve. you thought it was cute how intensely she took in your every word, mentally taking note of every detail you told her.

since that day she insisted on sticking with you. as much as you internally protested, you didn’t do much to keep her away. how could you? she was, what, barely 14? and she was new to the industry. even though you were only a year older than her, you didn’t have the heart to leave her on her own.

the two of you grew close unexpectedly fast, practicing together whenever you didn’t have individual lessons, spending hours in the practice room sometimes not even doing anything, just sitting against the mirrors and having random conversations that ended with both of you in tears from laughing so hard. as time went on, it became relatively known around the company that the two of you were a duo, not one left without the other.

as much as you like yizhuo, or ningning as she would be called after being introduced as an sm rookie, you always curse yourself thinking back to your previous views on building relationships as a trainee. you still have that opinion, but even as the two of you grew up you can’t bring yourself to stay away from her. you don’t want to.

after about four years together, the time came for sm’s newest girl group to be officially formed. for the last few months the company played with lineup, adding and removing girls almost every few weeks. you and ningning were apart of the group of girls considered for the final lineup, along with yu jimin and kim minjeong.

after what felt like an eternity of uncertainty, the company finally announced who would be in the final lineup. many were sure that you would be included, being an sm rookie who ranked highly at monthly evaluations. you were confident too.

however, while you all were practicing, a staff member brought in another girl and asked you to come out. you recognized her as uchinaga aeri, who only joined the company a few months ago. you looked around skeptically, but followed the staff member out of the room and into the hallway.

honestly, you can’t really recall everything that was said to you. all you remember is something along the lines of your removal and the world falling silent. everything stopped in that moment and you wondered if you were dreaming. you didn’t want to believe it but the somber look on the staff’s face solidified it for you.

you didn’t make it.

that day, you left practice early. yizhuo, along with jimin, minjeong, and aeri had to stay later to practice for their debut. before you left, you stopped to give yizhuo a hug, reassuring and congratulating her. you could tell that she was having mixed emotions. she was happy to debut but she wanted to do it with you. though her face was buried into your shoulder, you heard her mutter a ‘i’ll see you later,’ before letting go.

she didn’t expect to see your side of the room empty when she came back to the dorms that night. all of your belongings; polaroids on the wall, your comforter that she preferred sleeping on more than her own, everything you had was gone. and you didn’t even tell her.

you joined source music about two years later, being added to their debut team almost instantly along with two former iz*one members, sakura and chaewon, and huh yunjin, who you recognized from produce 48 and swore you’ve seen around the sm building a few times. kazuha and eunchae joined not too long after you did, and at first you were a bit threatened by their addition. you feared that they were your replacements and that it’d only be a matter of time before you’d be cut from the group.

however, the six of you worked amazingly together, and after getting over the initial doubt, got along great. you all had that balance of being genuine friends and colleagues. you finally felt like things were going your way.

the success of le sserafim’s debut was massive, some mixed reviews about the title track, but the album sold well and you guys got a few music show wins, which you never would’ve imagined for your debut.

as time went on, your career only went up. you attended award shows, held concerts, had fans. you were living your dream, and although you never expected it to be with these girls, you were happy nonetheless.

you thought about ningning a lot. it was hard not to, now that you were an idol. le sserafim and aespa were always in the same conversation when it came to top 4th generation girl groups. you felt indifferent about it. you wanted to move on from the past, but you were also glad that both of you were able to achieve your dreams, even if it wasn’t together.

you don’t get many days off being in the prime of your career, which you’ve always expected. today though, as comeback promotions for unforgiven came to an end, you hoped to spend today laying in bed and watching netflix, allowing your body to reset from such a hectic schedule.

keyword: hoped.

the sound of your phone ringing makes you dramatically groan. silently hoping it wasn’t anyone important you glance at your phone to see an unsaved phone number. normally, you’re told not to answer calls from unknown numbers, the main reason being that it’ll most likely be a sasaeng. but you recognize this number, even though it isn’t saved in your phone.

“hello?”

“unnie.”

you’ve played a thousand different scenarios in your head, thinking of what to say in any situation where you would see yizhuo again. yet when that time finally came, all of your hypotheticals went completely out the window. you didn’t think her calling you would be that first interaction in three years.

“how’d you get my number?” is what you decide to say. you changed your number after leaving sm, but you still remembered hers.

“minjeong unnie gave it to me,” she answered. you internally curse, figuring she got your number from chaewon. it’s not like you’re mad or upset that she called, you just weren’t expecting it nor were you prepared for it.

“can you come over to the dorms? i wanna talk to you.” yizhuo asks.

“we’re talking right now,” you play dumb. again, you’re not prepared for this.

“i mean in person, unnie.”

you think about giving her the excuse of being busy, you should give her that excuse. but you don’t know when you’ll both be free to talk again. you want to take that opportunity.

“okay,” you decide.

your arrival to aespa’s dorm surprises all of the members. jimin, who answers the door, instantly wraps you in a hug and aeri and minjeong, who were sitting on the couch jump up to do the same the moment they see you.

you tell them that yizhuo invited you over and jimin lets you know that she’s in their room. you thank her and head over, giving the cracked door two light knocks before fully opening it.

you’ve seen her around and on tv this past year so it wasn’t like you really haven’t seen her in three years, but your breath still hitches when you lay eyes on her. when she sees you, she smiles widely. it reminds you of when you two were trainees.

“you came!”

you snorted, “did you think i wasn’t?” you gently close the door behind you before crossing your arms and slowly walking towards her bed where she was sitting.

“you could’ve,” she shrugs. “considering you left without telling me, you could’ve not come and not told me.”

you sigh and sit down next to her. “i’m sorry.”

that day, and the many days following, hurt. it hurt you to feel like you spent so much time working hard just to fail. you didn’t think it would hurt yizhuo nearly as much. you didn’t think about how much she missed you or how long she spent crying after realizing you had left.

the room falls silent, both of you unsure of what else to say to each other. there’s a million things you two could talk about but neither of you do, afraid of rehashing more bad memories. instead you make yourself comfortable and lie back, resting you hand on your stomach. yizhuo does the same and the silence becomes comfortable, both of you cherishing this moment; being together again.

“i was in love with you, you know.” you decide to casually let out, hiding the nervousness in your voice. you’re scared of how she’ll respond. she could laugh in your face, or just straight up reject you, even though you weren’t exactly confessing, and make things awkward again.

but yizhuo does the opposite of what you were expecting.

“you were?” she suddenly sits up and locks eyes with you. you think she looks like a doll with her eyes wide and her mouth slightly agape. you take a moment to admire her while she takes that moment to fully comprehend what you said. her mouth closes and her eyes furrow at her realization. “was,” she repeats, tilting her head. “you’re not anymore?” her voice goes quiet, as if she’s scared to ask. maybe she was, but why?

“not really,” you glance at her before looking back towards the ceiling. you don’t want to see her reaction, though you can feel her entire body deject into the bed and hear her mumble a small ‘oh’.

“why not?”

“hm?”

“why don’t you love me anymore?”

“i don’t know if you noticed, yizhuo, but i’ve been avoiding you since you debuted. kinda hard to keep feelings for someone you don’t see anymore.” it seems harsh but you hope your light hearted tone doesn’t make it sound that way.

“you didn’t have to avoid me. i would still been your friend─”

“it wasn’t about you,” you interrupt, sighing before finally sitting up to fully face her. “i was pissed and jealous and seeing you on tv would’ve only made me hate you. i don’t want to hate you.”

even after you debuted in le sserafim you tried to avoid her, and all of aespa for that matter. it was nothing against the girls but you couldn’t help the bitterness that filled you when you thought about the fact that you didn’t make the lineup.

you figured she’d have more to say after you revealed the truth, but nothing came out of her mouth. you could only read the disappointment on her face.

“what, were you expecting something different?” you ask after a long period of uncomfortable silence.

“i was hoping you’d say that you still love me,” she reveals, opting to look at her hands placed in her lap rather than at you.

“why?” you already know the answer. you just want to hear her say it.

“because i loved you,” she pauses, “and i never stopped.”

oh.

you should’ve known that something like this would happen, and maybe you did. maybe there was a rational part of your brain screaming at you not to go see her and you just didn’t listen. maybe deep down you still loved her, but the fear of losing again repressed that love. yizhuo or your career? you don’t know. the idol industry is a twisted game where one small mistake could cost you your entire career and if you have to lose one, you figure that losing the chance of loving her is better than losing the career you both worked years for.

“i’m sorry, yizhuo.” you whisper. it’s all you can muster up to say. you tell yourself that it’s better this way. sure, she’s hurt now but she’ll get over it. just like you did, or at least pretended to.

Wifey 🥰🥰

BUT I SOLAR (2024)

Rules (wip):

• I am not a political person, nor am I familiar with all the politics that are happening in the world, I kindly ask you to not send me asks relating to politics or of the such as this is a space where I just want to fangirl over my interests.

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moonbyul & solar ♥ 231020 GGBB

can’t stop thinking about dom!jeongyeon so i need to get these thoughts outtttt

you were made to serve, and that’s exactly what jeongyeon expects from you. from cooking to cleaning, you serve her in any way possible. it’s a loving relationship, you take care of her and she takes care of you, in more ways than one.

you can remember the first time you two made eye contact, the energy surging between you two was too powerful to ignore. her smoldering intensity and dominant aura dragged you into that bedroom before she even laid a finger on you. stripping you down to your bare essentials, jeongyeon made you into her slut with only a few words;

“i want to taste your desire.”

you melted in her hands, feeling the fire burn across your skin from her warm kisses and licks. leaving a trail of marks from your neck all the way to your sensitive nipples, sucking and licking on them with fervor. she made your tits feel magical, her mouth showing them so much love and affection. in between kisses she whispered the nastiest things in your ear;

“you’re just a naughty slut, look how easy you are.”

“i can’t wait to make you cream on my dick*, you deserve that.”

after a while she began to show the same attention to your burning pussy, lapping away at your juices and suckling on your swollen clit. the sensory overload was too much, and your orgasm was so intense it almost surprised her. covering her nasty mouth in your cum was a dream come true. if it wasn’t for the fact that she was determined to make you cream all over her, she might’ve thanked you for the meal..

*(she calls her strap her dick)

I never expected so many people to like this, thank you 🥹

How you met Jihyo

Idol!Jihyo x Fem!Reader

You go to Twice's concert with your 8 year old daughter, who is crazy about them, as a birthday present you got meet and greet tickets (I know they're not called these, Idk what they're called)

Tags: fluff, just pure fluff, love at first sight? chaotic twice, Jihyo is teased by the girls, reader is older than Jihyo, reader is a little shy, reader is 31 years old, reader is a single mother,

A/n: The premise of this fic just came to my head and I had to get it out before I went crazy. Not proofread

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Going to Twice's concert hadn't really been apart of your plan, but with your daughter giving you her best puppy dog eyes, you couldn't really say no, so here you are, in the front row of the concert, squished between people and the barricade, semi enjoying yourself, singing your heart out to "cry for me" waving your light stick along with your daughter waving your phone with the flash on.

After the concert you and your daughter were walking back to your car, you making sure that you had everything in your bag, as well as getting out your car keys, when all of a sudden your daughter states that she really needs the toilet, so you two start looking around for a free bathroom that doesn't have a long line, when you end up backstage finding a spare bathroom, running with your daughter to the toilet.

Once Hadley finishes her business and washes her hands, you two get ready to leave again, when you open the bathroom door to step out, you come face to face with none other than Dahyun, the Kim Dahyun that was just a few minutes ago on the stage in front of you singing, flusteredly muttering an apology to Dahyun you quickly grab Hadley's hand about to leave when you feel a soft touch on your shoulder, you turn around to see Dahyun raising her one eyebrow in a questioning way.

She asks something in Korean, but you just look at her confused before she switches to English asking what were you doing in the staff toilet, you quickly explain how Hadley really needed the toilet and that she wouldn't have made it to the bathrooms in the front, Dahyun gives you a small smile, saying that it was okay but that you really shouldn't be back here as security might get the wrong idea and think that you might stalk the girls, shocked you say of course not, shaking your head rapidly.

Dahyun then notices the badge around your necks, asking if they were for the meet and greet, looking down you see the badges, completely forgetting about the meet and greet after the concert, you explain that yeah they are and that you completely forgot about them and were about to leave before your daughter said she needed the toilet, smiling Dahyun grabs your hand and starts leading you to the meet and greet area.

Before approaching the meet and greet area, she notices that not a lot of people were left and tells you to wait right where you were for a few minutes. After a few minutes, Dahyun came back, asking to follow her. She lead you to the girl's dressing room, after opening the door you find yourselves surrounded by the girls, Sana squeals running to greet you, smiling widely at you and your daughter, she then starts gushing about how cute Hadley looks dressed as Dahyun from the "Likey" music video, Hadley even dabs like how Dahyun did in the music video.

Flustered by the sudden attention, you try to back up, but before you could get far you bump in to someone, turning around you see that you bumped into Tzuyu, your eyes go wide you start stuttering out an apology, bowing multiple times, before Tzuyu could stop you.

Noticing the commotion between you and Tzuyu, Jihyo walks up to you two to settle everything, but before she could you turn around bowing at her too, stopping after you start feeling dizzy, you look up to see Jihyo sporting a tiny smirk, but it quickly vanishes leaving you blushing and flustered.

Jihyo lets out a soft laugh, placing her hands on your shoulders, saying it's okay and that there wasn't any harm done, still flustered you stammer out on last sorry, before standing upright avoiding Jihyo's eyes. Jihyo stretches out her phone asking for your instagram handle, shocked you take her phone and type in your handle before handing it back and noticing the time on the clock that was hanging on the wall you call out to your daughter stating that you really had to be going, your turn back to Jihyo and Tzuyu apologising for the sudden departure, you take your daughter's hand saying goodbye and wishing the girls a goodnight and make your way to your car.

As soon as you left Nayeon started teasing Jihyo and how she was acting around you, asking what was all that about, why was she smirking and what was with the pale pink that spread across her cheeks down her neck, Sana started joining in on the teasing as well, the only ones not teasing Jihyo were Tzuyu, Mina and Chaeyoung.

Once back in her hotel room, Jihyo opens her private instagram, where she asked you to type in your instagram handle and starts going through your account with a small smile spread on her face, she hits the message button and says a simple hi, before turning off her phone and getting ready for bed.

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A/N: please don't judge the ending, I really didn't know how I was gonna end this and it really didn't have any solid plotline, so deepiest apologies for the lackluster oneshot :( This didn't really come out the way I planned but I'm okay with it for now

Nayeon noooo 😞

trust?

Nayeon discovers that her girlfriend, Y/N, has been hiding a serious illness, leading to a painful confrontation that threatens to break their relationship apart.

tags :: angst, illness, arguments

wc :: 1,571

cast :: nayeon, y/n

song :: waiting room - pheobe bridgers

Nayeon stands in the kitchen, her hands moving with practiced ease as she prepares dinner. The familiar sounds of sizzling vegetables and the rhythmic chop of the knife do little to calm the growing unease in her chest. You’re late—again. It’s been happening more frequently, and Nayeon can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong.

She glances at the clock, her worry deepening. Over an hour has passed since you were supposed to be home. Her phone sits silent on the counter, no response to the texts she’s sent. Anxiety gnaws at her, and she tries to push it down, telling herself that you’re just caught up at work, as usual. But a part of her knows that’s not the full truth.

Something has been off for months. She’s noticed it in the way you’ve been distant, the way your laughter doesn’t quite reach your eyes anymore. You’ve been coming home late, your face pale and tired, the dark circles under your eyes growing more prominent. Every time she tries to ask, you brush it off, claiming it’s just stress. But Nayeon knows you better than that.

The front door creaks open, and she feels a mix of relief and dread. She turns off the stove and moves to the entrance, forcing a smile as you step inside. You look exhausted, your shoulders slumped and your skin pale, as if all the life has been drained out of you.

“Hey, you’re home,” Nayeon says, trying to keep her voice light, though it trembles with worry. “I was starting to get worried.”

You offer a weak smile, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. “Sorry, got held up at work.”

Nayeon studies your face, her heart aching at how tired you look. She steps closer, reaching out to touch your cheek, hoping to offer some comfort, but you flinch away before she can make contact. The small movement stabs at her heart, a confirmation of the distance that’s grown between you.

“What’s going on?” Nayeon asks softly, her voice filled with concern.

“Nothing,” you reply quickly, too quickly, as you move past her towards the bedroom. “I just need to change.”

She follows you, her worry growing with every step. “You’ve been acting strange for weeks. You’re always tired, you’re late, and you never tell me where you’ve been. I’m worried about you.”

You pause in the doorway of the bedroom, your back to her. “I told you, I’m just stressed. Work’s been a lot.”

Nayeon hears the fatigue in your voice, but it doesn’t explain everything. “I know work is hard, but this feels different,” she says, her voice trembling. “I feel like you’re hiding something from me.”

You don’t respond, and the silence is deafening. Nayeon’s heart pounds in her chest as she waits, hoping for some kind of reassurance. But when you don’t say anything, the fear she’s been trying to suppress bubbles to the surface.

“Please, don’t shut me out,” she whispers, taking a step closer, her voice pleading.

Your shoulders tense, and for a moment, Nayeon thinks you might finally open up. But then you sigh, shaking your head.

“I’m not hiding anything,” you say, your voice flat. “I’m just tired, Nayeon. Can we drop it?”

Her heart sinks at your words. She wants to believe you, but the emptiness in your eyes tells her something else entirely. She nods slowly, swallowing the lump in her throat.

“Okay,” she murmurs, though it feels like a lie. “I’ll go finish dinner.”

You don’t say anything as you walk into the bedroom, closing the door behind you. Nayeon stands there for a moment, staring at the closed door, feeling the weight of everything unsaid between you.

As she turns to head back to the kitchen, something catches her eye. Your bag is lying on the floor, half-open, with a small bottle of pills peeking out. Nayeon hesitates, guilt pricking at her conscience as she considers going through your things. But the worry in her chest pushes her forward.

She kneels down and gently pulls the bag open, her breath catching when she sees the bottle of pills. Her hands tremble as she picks it up, turning it over to read the label. It’s a prescription she’s never seen before, and the name of the medication sends a chill down her spine.

She’s not a doctor, but she recognizes the name. The drug is used to treat a serious, chronic illness—something much more than just stress or fatigue. Her heart races as she tries to process what she’s seeing. You’ve been taking these pills, hiding them from her, hiding your illness.

“Y/N?” Nayeon calls out, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and anger.

The bedroom door opens, and you step out, your face going pale as you see the bottle in her hand.

“Nayeon, I can explain—”

“Explain?” Her voice shakes, tears welling up in her eyes. “Explain what? That you’ve been sick this whole time and didn’t tell me? That you’ve been hiding it from me?”

Your face crumples, guilt and regret etched in every line. “I didn’t want you to worry,” you say, your voice breaking. “I didn’t want to burden you with—”

“Burden me?” Nayeon’s voice rises, the anger taking over as she steps closer to you, her grip tightening on the pill bottle. “How could you think that? We’re supposed to be in this together. You don’t get to decide what I can or can’t handle. You don’t get to shut me out like this.”

Tears begin to stream down your face as you shake your head, looking more broken than she’s ever seen you. “I didn’t want you to see me like this. I didn’t want you to feel trapped, like you had to take care of me. I thought I could handle it on my own.”

“Well, you can’t!” The words burst out of her, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions. “You’re not handling it, Y/N. You’re falling apart, and I’m watching you slip away from me, and I don’t even know why!”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, your voice so small, so full of pain. “I’m so sorry.”

“Sorry isn’t enough, Y/N.” Nayeon’s voice shakes, the hurt and betrayal cutting deep. “You lied to me. You made me feel like I was going crazy, like I was imagining things. And now... now I don’t even know if I can trust you.”

The room falls into a heavy silence, the air thick with the weight of her words. You look at her, your face crumpling as the reality of what you’ve done sinks in.

“Nayeon, please,” you beg, reaching out to her, desperate to bridge the gap between you. But she takes a step back, shaking her head, her heart breaking at the sight of you so vulnerable, so lost.

“No,” she says, her voice firm even as tears blur her vision. “You don’t get to ask me to forgive you right now. You don’t get to make this okay. Not after what you’ve done.”

Your hand falls back to your side, and you swallow hard, tears streaming down your face. “I... I didn’t know what else to do. I was scared.”

“We could have been scared together,” she whispers, her voice barely holding together. “But now... now I don’t even know who you are anymore.”

The words hit you like a physical blow, and you almost collapse under the weight of them. The room is suffocating, filled with nothing but the sound of your ragged breaths and the unbearable tension hanging between you.

“I think you should go,” Nayeon finally says, her voice hollow, devoid of the love that once filled it. The words feel foreign on her tongue, but she can’t see another way out of the spiral you’re both trapped in.

Your breath hitches, your eyes widening with a fresh wave of panic. “Nayeon, please...”

“Just go,” she repeats, turning her back on you, unable to bear the sight of your shattered expression. “I need some time to think.”

You don’t move at first, as if frozen in place by the realization that you’ve truly hurt her, that you might have lost her. But then you take a shaky breath, forcing your legs to carry you toward the door. Each step is heavy, filled with regret and sorrow that you both know will linger long after tonight.

You reach the door, your hand grasping the handle as if it’s the only thing keeping you upright. You turn back one last time, hoping—praying—that she’ll stop you, that she’ll say something, anything, to make this right. But Nayeon stands with her back to you, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

With a sob of your own, you open the door and step out into the cold night. The door closes behind you, the sound echoing in your heart like the finality of something precious slipping away.

You walk away, the cool night air biting at your skin as tears stream down your face. You thought you were protecting her, sparing her the pain of knowing, but all you’ve done is push her away. The love of your life, the one person you thought you could protect by keeping your illness a secret, is now out of reach.

As you wander aimlessly, your thoughts a whirlwind of regret and anguish, you can’t help but wonder if you’ve lost