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you got the lucky dog!🍀

kim minji x fem!reader

synopsis: yn’s fear of dogs holds a painful secret—one she’s forced to face after rescuing an abandoned puppy. with the help of minji, a kindhearted vet, yn begins to heal, finding comfort, love, and a new beginning as they raise juntos together.

warnings: mention of violence and abusive parent; slight angst, they got a happy ending tho; yn’s kinda insecure; NOT proofread

a/n: cried a little bit while writing this😓 ngl this does feel kinda rushed but i'm eager to post atm💪

dogs, your nemesis.

for as long as you could remember, the sight of a dog triggered a quiet panic inside you, a swift, choking sensation you could never quite shake. the fear reached back to a single moment: a hot, blinding summer afternoon in your childhood when you’d been innocently clutching a sausage, nibbling on it between games in your backyard.

out of nowhere, a mangy, rabid-looking dog charged toward you, eyes wild and fixated on the piece of meat dangling from your fingers. your stomach clenched, and you bolted, heart hammering. behind you, the dog's growl tore through the air, relentless, growing louder with every pounding step. in a last-ditch effort to escape, you threw open the back door and stumbled into your house, the safety you expected replaced with the sound of your father’s yelling.

in your mother’s fearful eyes, you saw a reflection of your own—both of you trapped, just in different ways. the dog scratched furiously at the door, the sounds outside colliding with the shouts from inside, fusing into one. from that day on, the fear of dogs burrowed deep, layered atop memories of helplessness and chaos. a fear you never let anyone in on, because it wasn’t just about dogs. not really.

so when you found a shivering golden retriever puppy in an alley one night, the old terror resurfaced in full force. you froze, your first instinct screaming at you to turn back, to pretend you hadn’t seen anything. but its pitiful whimpers held you in place. it was helpless—abandoned, like you sometimes felt—and before you knew it, your legs moved you forward. you knelt, pulse thudding in your ears, and scooped it up with shaky arms, hardly able to breathe with the puppy pressed so close.

that’s how you met her—minji, the vet.

she barely glanced at you before reaching for the puppy, her voice soft as she murmured to it, hands working quickly and carefully, inspecting its wounds. her calmness unsettled you, made you feel more visible than you were used to. you tried to focus on anything but her, on the puppy’s gentle breathing, on the antiseptic smell of the clinic, until her voice cut through.

"you did the right thing, bringing him here," she said, a faint smile playing on her lips. "he’s lucky someone cared enough."

your throat tightened. lucky? you hadn’t felt lucky for a long time, but you managed a nod, murmuring, “i just... didn’t want to leave him behind.”

minji’s gaze lingered, something almost knowing in her eyes. “what’s his name?”

“he’s- i found him in an alley nearby,” you whispered, avoiding her gaze. “but, i... i wan’t to care for him. perhaps naming him juntos, it means ‘together.’” the name felt like a promise—a shaky one, but a promise nonetheless. one you weren’t even sure you could keep.

minji’s smile softened, and for a fleeting second, her hand brushed against yours as she took juntos back for bandaging. you flinched—too sharply. she noticed but didn’t say a word, just let her hand fall away. that simple gesture, her unspoken understanding, caught you off guard. you’d been expecting questions, pity, maybe even a push for you to “face your fear.” but she left it at that, moving about the clinic as if it were normal for someone to shake with fear over a puppy.

you didn’t expect to be back so soon.

the next day, juntos’ bandages seemed off, smeared with what looked like blood. an excuse to see her again? maybe. but you couldn’t bring yourself to admit it. you convinced yourself it was about juntos. so you showed up, fidgeting in the clinic’s waiting area, hoping she’d think you were here for the right reasons.

when she walked in, her eyes caught yours, a glimmer of something like amusement hidden behind her calm gaze. “betadine, not blood,” she said as if she could read the question in your mind. “the bandages are fine.” but she changed them anyway, her movements careful and precise.

“i don’t mind if you bring him here, though,” she murmured, a slight teasing edge to her voice. “but i have a feeling you’re looking for an excuse.” her fingers lingered on juntos’ fur, and you realized you’d been holding your breath.

she smiled, her expression softening when you finally met her gaze. “here,” she said, writing her number on the back of your hand in a quick, effortless scrawl. “in case you need to talk. or…if you need more excuses to come by.”

your fingers curled around the ink, something fragile swelling in your chest. you nodded, feeling a familiar tightness in your throat. but all you managed was a quiet, “okay.”

that night, you lay awake, heart pounding as you stared at the number on your hand. for the first time in a long while, you felt something other than the hollow echo of fear. instead, it was a pull—toward something unknown, terrifying, and yet…warm.

***

weekends with minji felt like a series of small discoveries.

she invited you over, and though you hesitated, the thought of being near her felt like a safe place to fall. her home was everything yours wasn’t: bright, open, brimming with life. the centerpiece of it all was her aquarium, an underwater world you could have stared at for hours.

“had a fish named darwin once,” she mused, watching a neon-blue fish dart through the coral. “he was my first, actually. still have him, though he’s in there somewhere.”

her words tugged at something inside you, memories of your own darwin—a small, loyal fish who hadn’t made it past the summer of his first year. the reminder stung, reminding you of all the broken things you’d tried to piece together but couldn’t. her tank was alive, flourishing, while yours had long since turned empty and forgotten.

you couldn’t hide the flash of pain in your eyes. minji noticed, and in her typical quiet way, didn’t press. instead, she let the silence settle, her fingers tapping gently on the glass as if the aquarium itself could tell you the words she left unsaid: “it’s okay if things don’t stay whole.”

but there were moments where the walls closed in again. one night, as you sat across from her at her kitchen table, memories crept back in unbidden—old, ragged shadows of barking dogs and slamming doors. you felt your hand tremble, and minji’s gaze shifted to you, her calm unwavering.

“sometimes, fear doesn’t just disappear,” she said quietly, her voice a soothing presence in the room. “it stays. but that doesn’t mean you’re not strong for feeling it.” she took your hand, squeezing it gently, grounding you.

for a moment, you wanted to pull back, to recoil from the comfort. comfort was a dangerous thing; you knew what it felt like to lose it. but her hand stayed steady, and gradually, so did you.

weeks turned into months, and in those countless moments between, you felt the slow but steady shift of something breaking open inside you, each barrier crumbling bit by bit. with juntos growing, his playfulness began filling the empty spaces of your days. there was something comforting in watching him bound around, carefree, tugging at loose socks and nuzzling against you when you’d lay on the couch, seeking comfort of his own.

one crisp evening, you found yourself in minji’s home again. juntos lay between you, sprawled out and gently snoring. minji was beside you on the couch, her warmth a steady presence, her hand softly resting near yours. you realized that each time she was near, the raw edges of your past felt less jagged, the fear that had once left you feeling trapped loosening its grip. in that quiet space, your guard started to wane.

“minji,” you whispered, looking down at juntos. she turned to you, her gaze steady but soft, the way it always was when she sensed you were holding something close to your heart.

“i… i don’t think i’ve ever told you why i’m so afraid of dogs,” you began, voice a little strained, almost uncertain. she nodded, giving you all the patience you needed. you took a shaky breath, “it wasn’t just the dog chasing me that day,” you explained, memories resurfacing with the weight they always carried. “it was my father. after i ran inside, he…” your words caught, but her hand was there, a quiet assurance resting gently over yours.

“he wasn’t a kind man,” you finished softly, voice barely above a whisper. “every time i see a dog, i… i can’t help but remember that day. all the yelling, the anger… i just, i get scared. and sometimes it feels like that fear will never leave me.”

minji’s thumb moved gently against the back of your hand, grounding you in that tender silence she always kept between you both. “fear doesn’t vanish overnight,” she murmured, her words like a warm balm. “but it doesn’t define you, either. it’s okay to carry it. and it’s okay to take your time with it.” she smiled, something knowing and gentle in her gaze. “you’re safe now. you have me, juntos, and maybe… maybe a chance to make peace with what happened.”

over time, it wasn’t just about juntos anymore. it became about building a new kind of life. together, you and minji nurtured him into adulthood, watching him grow into a big, playful bundle of loyalty, his devotion to you both a source of constant joy.

and, gradually, those fears began to fade, softened by the endless moments of safety and love that now filled your life.

years passed, and you found yourself with minji and juntos in a place you’d never thought possible—a modest home in the countryside, surrounded by a sweeping green field that stretched as far as the eye could see. juntos loved to roam here, his boundless energy set free across the vast, open land.

one evening, with the sunset painting the sky in shades of orange and lavender, you and minji stood side by side, watching juntos chase after a stray butterfly. her fingers intertwined with yours, a faint smile on her lips as she glanced at you.

“this,” she whispered, her eyes glimmering with something soft and steady, “this feels like home, doesn’t it?”

you looked at her, feeling the weight of every struggle, every ache, and every moment of growth that had brought you both here. there was peace now, an assurance that what you’d found together was real, solid. you nodded, smiling as you leaned your head against her shoulder. “it does. finally.”

together, you watched juntos play in the grass, his golden coat glowing under the fading light. the future felt boundless, the green fields around you symbolizing a fresh start, a life you’d both built from scratch—stronger, safer, and filled with love.

when minji slipped a simple silver band onto your finger one quiet afternoon, in the same green field that had become your sanctuary, you felt a warmth you hadn’t known was possible.

“we’re together,” she whispered, her voice steady, her gaze unwavering as she met your eyes.

“together,” you replied, a promise wrapped in that single word, as juntos circled around you both, tail wagging, bearing witness to the life you’d built—a life where you’d found peace, joy, and a love that felt like home.

after going silent for a good minute, you opened your mouth, “how does a daughter sound to you?”

do y'all want another aeri fic because she's so ANDKCKDLDLLAKJCKDJDNCJCBZI

i can finally read poems and listen to music in peace while thinking about minji omg🤓

fuck i need minjeong and jimin to fuck this sadness outta me

yes👺

look i made him some companions

is that an australian rat

need y'all to see this💆‍♀️

always be winter's no. 1 hips fan hnghh

the moment between us

best-friend!minji x fem!reader

synopsis: in a cozy night filled with cheesy romcoms and laughter, best friends yn and minji find themselves tangled in each other's arms, both oblivious to the feelings simmering beneath the surface. a spontaneous kiss breaks the tension, leading to a moment that changes everything. as they navigate the blurred lines between friendship and something more, they discover the warmth of connection and the promise of new beginnings.

warnings: mild sexual tension; very very very short; obv not proofread; intended lowercase.

a/n: in my productive writer era pt.2😼 this has been collecting dust in my draft tbh

it was one of those cozy nights—the kind where you and minji settled in for your weekly binge of cheesy romcoms, the air filled with the scent of popcorn and laughter. you snuggled into her arms on the couch, a warm blanket draped over your legs. glancing up at her, you were struck by how beautiful she looked, illuminated by the flickering screen. her hair framed her face perfectly, and the way her eyes sparkled made your heart flutter.

without thinking, you leaned in and pressed your lips against hers. the kiss surprised her at first, and a rush of panic coursed through you. but then she melted into it, returning the kiss with a sweetness that made everything else fade away. the movie continued to play, but you both lost yourselves in the moment, your lips moving together as the world outside disappeared.

when you finally pulled away, breathless, you noticed her glasses were fogged up. you gently pushed them up her nose and brushed a few damp strands of hair from her forehead. her cheeks were flushed, and you couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of your lipstick smudged across her lips.

“you’re so cute, you know that?” you said, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

minji grinned, her eyes sparkling. “you’re not so bad yourself,” she replied, her voice teasing.

the moment felt different now, filled with a warmth that had always been there but had never been fully acknowledged. as you both settled back into the couch, the tension shifted from uncertain to hopeful. maybe this was the start of something new, and you couldn’t help but feel that it was a step toward something deeper between you two.