Queen Is Serving

Get to know me:

You can call me Hwa for now, only till I really know you will you get my actual name. I’m currently 19 but will be turning 20 soon in a few months I just turned 20 a few days ago.

I go by She/Her pronouns but you can use whatever feminine pronouns for me. I’m bi-romantic homosexual, but still tryna figure my sexuality out

I’m still very new to tumblr so excuse my lack of tumblr knowledge, especially this introduction, (I promise it’ll get better once I learn the basics of tumblr) and I will also using affectionate terms when talking (ie; dear, lovey, sweetheart, etc)

I love reading, writing and listening to music, my favourite genre of music is Kpop

A few of my ult and favourite Kpop groups are;

Ults; Mamamoo, (G)I-dle, Twice and Dreamcatcher.

Favourites: Purple kiss, Itzy, Le Sserafim, NewJeans, Red Velvet, AOA, StayC, Viviz, GFriend, Kard, Nmixx and many others.

As you can see from my stan list, I love a lot of girl groups, but my favourite boy groups would be; TXT, Seventeen, and ATEEZ tho I’m still getting to know Seventeen and ATEEZ.

I’ll be posting oneshots and little drabbles here as soon as I learn the basics of this site and am confident enough to post my work, thank you for reading this far, have a fantastic day/night further.

This is still a work in process intro, but I’m slowly learning how to use tumblr so please bare with me

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)

My heart can’t handle their beauty 🫠🫠

MISAMO 『HAUTE COUTURE』

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171105 twice - likey @ inkigayo // jihyo (for anon ♡)

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

prompt one - idol and era nayeon during set me free era for @mimisamo - cr., cr.

Moonbyul X The Nine Muses of Greek Mythology as featured in 문별 (Moon Byul) 1st Full Album [Starlit of Muse] CONCEPT FILM : MUSE

Congratulations to Mamamoo for surpassing 2.1 billion streams on Melon! They have now joined Melon Chart's Silver Club and are the first girl group outside the Big 3 to achieve this!

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

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