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KISSING IN THE BATHROOM ─── KIM MINJI

SYPNOSIS : you were in the middle of a reading, but boredom seemed to take over your girlfriend, so what better than to sneak out of class and make out in the bathrooms?

WARNINGS : fluff, kissing, minji being a flirt all the time.

WORD COUNT : 3.0k (i got carried away...)

NOTES : inspired by the song "les" (YES childish gambino mentioned 💪🏻)

you sit in history class, surrounded by the soft rustling of papers and the faint murmur of your classmates jotting down notes. the air is thick with the scent of pencils and encouragement from the teacher, mr. han, who drones on about the rise and fall of empires. you listen intently, occasionally lifting your gaze from the neatly organized notes on your desk to catch snippets of his lecture. inspired, your pen glides smoothly across the paper, every word a bridge to understanding rather than just a line in your notebook.

as you meticulously copy down an essential date, you can hear the faint hum of music playing through your wired headphones, but everything feels muted beneath the silver lining of your concentration. lost in your world, you’re blissfully unaware of the effect you have on the person seated beside you.

minji, the ever-serious president of the journaling and writing club with an aura that made whispered conversations pause when she entered a room, sits in the next seat over with an exasperated huff. she shifts in her chair, her gaze drifting lazily to the ceiling before landing on you. her brown eyes, often holding a depth that could intimidate anyone, shimmer with an unusual softness directed entirely at you. you’ve known this side of her, the playful and dreamy minji that steals glimpses of you while you’re lost in your studies, but in moments like these, it tickles your heart most.

minji’s striking features—straight eyebrows, deep brown eyes, high cheekbones, plump lips, defined jawline, and tousled hair—often make her look like a fierce warrior ready to take on any challenge. but you know the truth; beneath the intimidating façade lies a heart utterly wrapped around your finger. right now, that heart is a little bored.

you can almost hear her brain screaming for a reprieve from the teacher’s monotone voice, reciting facts like an unending stream of consciousness that threatens to drown out even the most rebellious thoughts.

with a twirl of her pencil in hand, she glances at her notebook, seeing little aside from a hastily drawn doodle of a cat with a wonky face. she’d hardly managed to write the date, an irony that curls her lips into a half-smile. as her notes appear more like artworks in progress than the neat structures hers should be, the boredom settles deeper into her bones.

without thinking, she lets the pencil slip from her fingers, listening as it thuds onto her already messy pages. then, leaning back in her chair, she stretches her legs out under the table, allowing herself to grumble softly. “sweetie…” you hear her low voice, and it pulls you, like a siren’s song, out from the drudgery. her tone is light and teasing, yet there’s a hint of desperation behind her request for distraction.

a few moments pass. she doesn’t bother with waiting for a response. instead, she tugs at the sleeve of your uniform sweater, a small but teasing effort to bring you back to her. when you merely give her a quick glance and then return your focus to your notes, her pout deepens. you’re entirely engrossed, and for a moment, she rolls her eyes, playfully dramatic.

“pay attention,” you reply with mock seriousness, attempting to keep your focus on the teacher, though the twinkle in your eyes betrays you. you’ve always admired how effortlessly handsome and intimidating minji looks, her seriousness only making her charming in a way that makes your heart flutter. still, you can’t help but worry about her, as the upcoming exam looms large in the back of your mind.

you know she’s not going to pay attention, but you also know how much she appreciates your diligence.

“sweeeeeeeeetie!” minji tries again, this time with a tug on the cord of your headphones. the action effectively disconnects the music, pulling you from your peaceful concentration. it takes a second—perhaps two—for you to process what just happened. you frown, turning to her with an expression caught between annoyance and amusement.

“minji,” you start, half-distracted, but the moment you see her face—the pouty lips, the glimmering eyes that seem to dance with mischief—you hesitate. “could you maybe not make the whole room aware that you’re bored?”

noticing she isn’t even paying heed to your words, you decide to give the classroom one last glance before you let the gravity of the moment whisk you away. it's just hard to concentrate when all you can think about is the way minji’s tough exterior melts away when it comes to you.

“do you want me to take notes for both of us? because clearly, you’re not gonna get much help from me on the homework he's planning to give us,” she replies, her voice dripping with mock seriousness, her deep tone laced with laughter and mischief. still, it fades as she leans back in her chair, true to her nature—the bored student running on borrowed time, hoping to escape this insufferable class.

the irony of it all doesn’t escape you—hers is the kind of beauty that could intimidate any admirer into silence, yet here she is, completely entranced by you.

you meet her dark, inviting gaze, and your heart flutters wildly. with a decisive breath, you take a quick glance around the room, ensuring the coast is clear, before leaning just slightly into her space. “are you really that bored?” you whisper in an insufficiently serious tone, it's softness betraying the light-heartedness of the moment.

her lips curled into a small smirk. “oh, but how could I help it? history is so…” she paused dramatically, feigning an exaggerated yawn, “…dull.”

“dull?” you couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head. “you’re the president of the literary club. surely you can make the dull organize into something... colorful?”

minji's eyes flickered with mischief, her lower lip jutting out in a pout that made your heart flutter. “but it's far more fun to annoy you,” she whispered, leaning over the desk, flourishing her fingers as she grabbed the sleeve of your uniform sweater gently.

“minji, come on.” you allowed a smile to break through your serious demeanor, not completely suppressing the warmth that spread through you when she was close. the world faded away, and it felt like the two of you were in your own little universe.

in a matter of moments, she tugged at your headphones, pulling the cord out and effectively disconnecting you from your musical oasis. you frowned playfully. “how am I supposed to focus?” you huffed.

but as soon as you turned to her, the pout on her lips seemed to invite a different kind of focus. “how about you pay attention to me instead?”

you rolled your eyes, but your smile betrayed your amusement. “what do you want, minji?”

“i want you to help me escape this prison of text and timelines,” she declared dramatically, her tone shifting from bored to theatrical. “is it so wrong for a girl to want to indulge in some quality time with her amazing girlfriend?”

with a feigned look of deep thought, you responded, “hmm, it depends. are we talking about quality time or are we talking about you just being a flirt?”

“why not both?” she shot back with a wink that sent warmth flooding your cheeks.

you couldn’t stifle your laughter. “minji, i swear, if you don’t start jotting down some notes soon, i might have to report you to the principal for lack of participation.”

with a mock gasp, she clutched her chest. “how dare you threaten my position as the mighty president?”

you shook your head, finding a new sense of joy in her playful antics. sure, she may wear an intimidating mask, but you both knew it was merely a facade that melted away in precious moments like these. she was all charm and allure, a contrast to her rough-around-the-edges act—a fact that only made you love her more.

as she leaned closer, resting her chin on her hands atop the desk, you could smell her strawberry-scented shampoo mixed with the faintest hint of mint from her chewing gum.

with a sudden flourish, she decided that her boredom needed a more immediate solution. her hand is raised as she asks the teacher with a hint of impatience in her tone, scrunching her eyebrows together with the seriousness you found so attractive. the teacher, exhausted by the passive disinterest rolling off minji, begrudgingly agrees. without waiting for a second invitation, minji bolts from her seat as if her legs are made of springs, the sound of her chair scraping against the floor momentarily breaking the monotony of the classroom.

rolling your eyes and suppressing a laugh, you returned to your notes. the classroom felt quieter, the music trickling into your ears once you put your headphones back on. yet, mere moments later, your phone buzzed on the table—a message from minji: “meet me in the bathroom.”

heat rushed to your cheeks—surely this was an innocent request? but in a school where everyone knew you were a couple, the whispers and teasing from classmates could be relentless. still, you found it hard to resist her playful beckoning. with a small sigh, you sought the teacher’s permission, gathering your things and making your way down the hall, your heart racing with the thrill of yearning.

the wall of the quiet hallway met you with open arms, your footsteps echoing as you made your descent toward the bathroom. inside, you closed the door behind you, a comforting silence blanketing you. your eyes scanned the rows of cubicles, spotting the unmistakable black sneakers that belonged to minji.

as you approached the last cubicle, a sudden commotion behind you startled you—the shriek of a bathroom door swinging wide. before you could fully process it, a hand shot out, grabbing your tie with a swift tug. in an instant, you were pulled into the cubicle, plastered against the cool wall just as a soft gasp escaped your lips.

“hey, baby,” you said, your expression lighting up at the sight of her. it didn’t matter that she looked a little intimidating; it was that playful glint in her eyes that shattered any lingering nervousness. the serious girl you noticed at first glance was now leaning close to you, her breath mingling with yours, and your heart raced at the proximity.

“shh,” she whispers back, a playful grin plastered on her face as she inches closer. “not so loud; we might get caught.”

though you were both aware you were technically supposed to be in class, a playful spark lingered in the air, electrifying the moment. minji, with her serious demeanor and striking looks, often caught the attention of everyone around her, but it was her soft side that only you had the privilege to see.

the flickering fluorescent lights above did little to diminish the intensity of her gaze, which always left you feeling slightly flustered. she leaned against the cool tiled wall, arms crossed over her chest that accentuated her sharp yet alluring figure. “don’t tell me you’re nervous about getting caught.”

you giggled nervously, your stomach fluttering. “what if a teacher decides to check on us?” you could already imagine the look on their face if they found you both in this secluded little space.

“awww, come on,” she said playfully, stepping closer to you. the warmth radiated off her, and your heart raced as she reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, her touch igniting a thousand butterflies in your stomach. “they wouldn’t dare interrupt our little secret.”

before you could respond, minji leaned in, her lips brushing against yours with a feather-light touch. your thoughts completely escaped you, replaced by the sensation of her kiss. it was gentle at first—an invitation—and then a sweet, intoxicating pressure that made you feel like you were floating. her lips tasted faintly of the strawberry lollipop she had on the way to class, sweet and slightly tangy, mixing beautifully with the slight hint of the lip gloss you’d worn that day.

“minji,” you murmured against her lips, a mix of worry and desire. “what if—”

“shh,” she soothed, placing a finger over your lips. “just enjoy this.” with that, minji leaned in again, her kiss deepening as you melted against her. the world outside faded, leaving just the two of you locked in your private bubble of affection.

her hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer. you felt blissfully trapped between the wall and her body, her warmth enveloping you completely. you couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, and for those precious moments, the weight of responsibilities, expectations, and the chaos surrounding being students with important positions in the school faded into nothingness.

but reality prickled at the edges of your mind. “minji, seriously, we can’t stay too long. what if—” you pulled away reluctantly, breathless, but her hands remained firmly on your waist, anchoring you to her.

“what’s the rush?" she teased, her voice husky and playful. "you think our classmates will care if we’re a few minutes late?” the confidence in her tone was infectious, and though part of you wanted to voice your worries louder, another part craved just a few more moments.

“okay, maybe just another minute,” you conceded, unable to resist her allure. the playful gleam in her eyes nudged you. “just—let’s be quick!” yet the moment you said it, her lips were on yours again, and you found it difficult to focus.

the world outside faded away, and all you could concentrate on was the warmth of her body pressing against yours. her fingers found their way to your waist, securely holding you as if you were the most precious thing in her life. you melted against her, wrapping your arms around her neck, losing yourself in the intoxicating scent of her perfume and the rhythm of her steady heartbeat.

as she gently caressed your hair, the kiss deepened, sending electric sparks dancing across your skin. it was a moment stolen from reality, a secret chapter in your love story, nestled safely between the walls of an otherwise mundane school day.

if there were rules—checklists for being responsible high school students—you’re sure you both would fail spectacularly at this moment.

both of you pull away reluctantly, foreheads resting against each other, lips slightly swollen and your hair tousled. a mirror reflects the chaos you've created—a messy romance hidden behind those bathroom doors. lipstick smudged at odd angles, traces of each other on your cheeks, and loose ties swaying as if the remnants of your moment were still dancing around you both.

the sound of the bell ringing in the distance echoed through the bathroom walls, making you both jump apart. the haunting reverberation of it signaled that lunch period was about to begin, and you couldn’t suppress the bubble of anxiety rising inside you. “see?” you chastised lightly, a laugh escaping despite yourself. “now we really have to go!”

minji grinned, brushed a little stray hair back from your face, and winked. “relax, sweetheart. let them wait a little longer. you know they’ll only think we were going over the school issues.” she leaned in for one last quick kiss, cheeky and powerful, catching you off guard as you melted into her embrace.

“okay, okay! you win,” you laughed, the warmth of her touch lingering against your skin. you hurriedly fixed your hair and attempted to smooth out the uniform that had been disheveled in your sweet chaos. but you caught her looking at you, the way her eyes sparkled created a sense of giddiness in your chest.

minji mirrored your movements, her own hair slightly tousled, and even as you both fought against the fabric of your uniforms to restore some semblance of order, your lips curved into mischievous smiles.

a knock echoes through the quiet bathroom, accompanied by whispers and giggles. It shouldn't surprise you that your friends —hanni, danielle, haerin, and hyein— are waiting on the other side, perhaps even expressing their own curiosity about your tangled escapade.

“are you lovebirds coming out anytime soon?” hanni's voice rings, dripping with playful mockery.

“shut up!” you call back, the laughter spilling from your lips, and the two of you share a hushed grin before adjusting to reality.

with a final look at each other, you both stepped out of the bathroom, laughter bubbling within you. the moment the door swung open, you were met with the curious gazes of your friends awaiting your return. their expressions ranged from exaggeratedly innocent to an all-knowing smirk at the state you both presented.

you and minji exchange glances, color rushing to your cheeks as you step out of the stall, suddenly very aware of your untidiness. your friends stand outside, arms crossed with incredulous smirks plastered on their faces, taking in the evidence of your misadventures—the still-slightly-wrinkled uniforms and the lipstick that didn’t quite make it.

“look who finally decided to join us!” hyein commented, her eyebrow quirked as haerin shot you a teasing wink.

“oh wow,” danielle added, placing a hand on her chest. “didn’t think you two would go all the way to the bathroom for just school business!” light laughter erupted between them, and you could feel your face flush with heat.

“oh, shut up,” minji retorts, her voice playful yet defensive, as she brushes a hand through her hair to look more presentable. you both attempt to act nonchalant, but the knowing looks from your friends almost betray your secret.

and yet, you can only smile, hand finding minji’s as the group files out, eager chatter surrounding you.

“i hope you studied for the exam,” you shot back playfully, “because i don’t think we’ll be getting extra credit for that little escapade.”

with laughter ringing through the hallway, you all headed for the cafeteria. side by side, you walked with minji, your fingers interlaced. that morning’s drudgery of history faded into the background, replaced by the anticipation of lunch and laughter, all thanks to a little rendezvous in the most unexpected of places—a reminder that sometimes, love’s most thrilling lessons arrive when you least expect them.

Bessie (2015), dir. Dee Rees

Masc lesbian doms with a size kink. Pushing their strap through your sopping velvety walls while you squirm and cry. Whimpering that it’s too much, that you’re just too damn tight. Still they smile and praise you

“Oh but my baby, you look so fucking pretty with those teardrops dancing in the corners of your eyes. You can take a little bit more, can’t you?. Go on baby, take a little bit more for mommy. shit, that’s my good girl”

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I will never write for Taeil and I have removed the one thing I had for him. as far as collective content, I will be removing him from all of it.

i’m sure everyone has been seeing the news around and considering that i have a semi-platform here as a writer, i don’t feel comfortable not acknowledging or saying anything given the news this morning.

i want to make it extremely clear that i have zero tolerance for sexual and mental abuse towards women. period. what taeil did is extremely disgusting and disappointing and i would no longer like to be associated with him as a fan.

moving forward, any and all content mentioning him on my page has been removed and i will not be writing about or mentioning him whatsoever. if you still believe that he is an innocent man or wish to be an apologist, unfollow me immediately and do not interact with any of my content.

i hope this brave young woman can begin to find peace away from her abuser and more can begin to come forward to get the justice they deserve.

believe victims.

I will never write about taeil on this account, nor will I ever support him moving forward. May his victim(s) find peace and healing ❤️‍🩹

fuck moon taeil.

Can anyone tag me with any skz and enha x blk writers pls. These concerts/ tours especially BANGCHAN SOLO STAGE PLEASE A GIRL NEEDS SOMETHING IM GOING THROUGH IT.

TEXTS ; idol!HUH YUNJIN as your ex-girlfriend

WARNINGS ; intoxication, implied homophobia, idol industry, injury

> main masterlist.

The struggle of finding kpop fics for 'x black readers' is real😭🙏🏽

The Double standards , The ugliness and filth of this world , The vilest human era throughout the universe

He "allegedly" did not contribute to the lyrics of "Drive"

🫵 🏳️‍🌈

by me

y'all don't understand how hot kun actually is!!!!!!!!!!!!!

gentle reminder that there is no standard for coquette. you don’t need Dior lip oil or 1956 authentic pearls. You don’t need miu miu or Chanel.

You don’t need to have long curls or natural hair, you don’t need clear skin and no tattoos. You don’t need to constantly wearing pink, you don’t need to wear heels or bows. You don’t need a button nose or blue eyes.

Coquette is associated with feminine aesthetics and girlhood. Anyone can define that in their own words. To someone else, coquette can be a black sundress and sneakers. It can be short hair and a tattoo sleeve. It can be a face full of piercings. It can be a plus sized body. It can be any size, skin tone, gender, or person.

There is no standard to coquette. It is what you define as. Be messy, be cringy, be whatever. Just sick of especially tiktokers trying to push the standard that you must look, behave, and be able to have/afford certain items to qualify.

Coquette is whatever the hell you want it to be. 🎀

✿ yuna ꒰ itzy ꒱ lockscreens !

tw: stepcest& non-con

what’s y’all obsession with non-con and st3p c3$t? there’s no reason my whole TL should be full of eren doing that. like why is everyone writing that man like that all of sudden.

REBLOG THIS TO GIVE THE PERSON YOU REBLOGGED THIS FROM A GOLD STAR BECAUSE THEY’VE BEEN STELLAR TODAY AND THEY DESERVE IT ⭐️

It helped me to realize this.

reblog this if your blog is a safe space on april fools and won’t have any jumpers, screamers, or anything scary or anxiety inducing

"x black reader"