You Got The Lucky Dog!🍀

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?”

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girlfriend!minji x fem!reader

synopsis: a cozy christmas eve with cinnamon, cocoa, and peppermint sets the stage as yn spends the evening with minji and her family. amid festive decorations and shared moments, they navigate love, family dynamics, and their evolving relationship. between gingerbread decorating and intimate conversations, yn begins to feel like part of something bigger, but the night ends with a playful reminder that love doesn’t always follow the rules.

warnings: implied insecurity and unhappy family?; other than that none i guess it's just fluff :3

a/n: AHAHA back with another masterpiece (i hope) i’m trying a new writing style which are just basically my rawest thoughts so yeah this is very raw :D i hope you enjoy reading though. (early) merry christmas every1☃️🎄

a warm blend of cinnamon, hot cocoa, and peppermint fills my cozy apatment’s air. christmas is coming. the decorations have been set up, the trees have been decorated, and the gingerbreads were about to be frosted. i’m in my kitchen, still waiting for minji to come in through my apartment door with her smiley face, it’s 5PM, she should’ve done with her work. three minutes into the thought, the girl that had been occupying my mind finally arrives.

“ynn!” she excitedly exclaims my name with her hands up in the air. oh, she brought potter. i immediately handed minji her apron after giving her a quick peck on the lips. how was your day? i was meaning to ask before seeing her furrowed eyebrows and pouty lips, i grinned at the sight and get back to decoraring before she sense my gaze and caught me being an absolute loser when it comes to loving her.

fortunately, before i couldn’t resist the urge to once again kiss her lips senseless and possibly ruining yet another christmas eve activity. she looked up and with a soothing tone, asked me, “how was your day?” i was more than pleased when she asked that, she senses my thoughts, i like having my mind read.

“not much, since final season is over i’ve been focused on catching the hours i’ve been awake to study, i walked around the block near at three ans got brunch. how about you?” she has all my attention the moment those lips part.

“oh you know, it’s been a whirlwind lately,” she begins, concentrating on piping icing onto a cookie, “this morning, we had a photoshoot for vogue korea. they wanted to capture both traditional and modern concepts so we got to wear hanboks and some chic contemporary outfits. it was exhausting but so rewarding,” she pauses, selecting a gumdrop for her gingerbread man.

“after that, we had a meeting about our upcoming independent projects. since leaving ador, we’ve been navigating everythung ourselves—planning, scheduling, even managing our social media. it’s a lot of responsibility, but it’s empowering to have creative control.” her eyes met mine, a mix of excitement and fatigue, “honestly, it’s been nonstop, but at least i got to soend more time with you which is the best part of my day.” there it is again, the glimmer of her eyes washing over me. i don’t think i can continue this conversation—looking in her eyes too—any longer without a kiss or two so i went back to my gingerbread house and didn’t ask anymore questions furthermore.

“my parents invited you to dinner tonight. are you willing to come this year?” she used a softer, more tender vocabulary than last year. somehow, even after spending more time (with the girls) than ever to get used to the feeling of togetherness, i still feel a tinge of anxiety and annoyance when i picture a family dinner. a real family dinner. where everyone is included. she had tell me how her family is like at times. i thought for a second and replied, “do they know about us?” to my relief, minji smiled and nod, “they’re a lot more familiar with your name rather than the girls.” with a few words of reassurance we drove to her house after covering the gingerbread cookies with a nearby cloth.

i drove, she hasn’t got her driver’s license yet. “relax bro, they’re gonna like you. you’re a great person.” i muttered thank you though i wasn’t sure if i were even a good person to begin with.

“there! that’s my house.” i was mesmerized when i took my glance of the house. it wasn’t the traditional korean house like i imagined, rather, it was a modern, fully decorated house. i laughed realizing that her house has the most, what was the word again? crowded. yeah, her house is very crowded with all the christmas lights and decorations.

the first meeting with her family was surprisingly comforting to me. her mother shared the same gaze and speaking tone with her, offering me some pear juice—i politely accepted it and chug it down in one breath, i was nervous. we sat on the dinner table, everything is ready.

“you want galbijjim or roasted chicken?” minji whispered softly as she took my plate, her voice barely audible over the quiet hum of conversation. everyone else had already started eating, but she, as always, made sure i was served first. it was a simple gesture, yet one that spoke volumes—a habit she’d carried since the day we met, placing my needs before her own with an ease that felt like second nature.

“both.” i smiled for the first time after arriving at the house, my nerves has started to relax. the dinner table feels warmer than i expected, with the soft hum of conversations swirling around me. the glow from the christmas lights, which feel like they’re everywhere, dances across the room in little flickers, adding to the festive atmosphere. minji’s parents are seated at the head of the table, her mom, just as graceful as minji, making sure everyone’s glass is full and everyone’s plate is filled.

“so, yn,” minji’s dad says, breaking through the noise with his deep voice, “how’s life been treating you? what have you been up to lately?” his tone is casual, inviting—like he’s genuinely curious, not probing.

i clear my throat, suddenly aware of the quiet that surrounds me. “oh, uh, not much. just finished finals, so i’ve been... trying to breathe again,” i laugh softly, the nervous tension in my chest easing a little. “and spending time with minji, obviously.”

minji looks at me with a small smile, her hand subtly brushing mine under the table. it’s comforting, knowing that in a room full of unfamiliar faces, there’s this unspoken connection between us.

her mom laughs, a light, melodic sound that makes the whole room feel a little less stiff. “you two always seem so happy together,” she says, her eyes warm. “i’m glad to see minji with someone who makes her smile so much. it’s rare, you know.”

i glance at minji, a soft flush creeping onto her cheeks, but she doesn’t look embarrassed—just content. she catches my gaze, and for a moment, the world outside the dinner table fades.

“you guys have been such a great couple,” her dad adds, and i can feel the weight of the words settling in, almost like a compliment wrapped in a quiet approval.

i smile at minji’s parents, grateful for the warmth they’re offering, and without thinking, i reach for the galbijjim, placing a piece on minji’s plate before mine. it’s a small thing, but in this moment, it feels like the right thing to do—following the same simple gesture she’s done for me so many times before.

"thanks for having me," i say softly, almost shy.

her dad gives me a knowing smile, and i see minji’s mom glance between us before she turns back to the table, her face lighting up with the joy of the moment. there’s something peaceful about this—being here, in this space where i’m allowed to be myself without any pretenses.

the meal goes on, each dish more delicious than the last, and slowly, i begin to feel like part of the family. it’s the little things—the way minji’s mom keeps her eye on me, making sure i’m comfortable, or how minji subtly moves closer to me every time i glance her way.

when dessert comes, a sweet red bean cake topped with powdered sugar, the conversation shifts to quieter topics. minji’s mom shares stories from minji’s childhood, laughing about the times she was a little troublemaker, always getting into things she shouldn’t have. i find myself laughing along, feeling like i’m part of this intimate, warm circle, and when minji rests her head on my shoulder as we sit together, i think to myself that this is what christmas is all about.

there’s no pressure, no need for perfect moments. just us, together.

the night grew as the conversation grows, her parent had asked me about my future plans and intentions with their daughter out of nowhere. in the midst of that conversation, her brother came home with a couple of his friends. woah, they really all look alike. they sat on the floor, not long from where we sat but the milisecond frown that i made is enough to make minji aware of my uncomfyness.

“wanna go home? finish our gingerbreads?” she whispered once again. i also like when minji refers to my apartment as home, it makes me feel like i have succeeded in building a home i once never have. i nodded, “can i... can minji stay over at my place tonight mr. kim?” with a rush of courage i asked her father before stepping outside, “i promise i’ll be good, eh-” realizing how childish i must’ve looked i retreat to the car—after minji’s dad patted my back several times, approving.

as we drive back, minji is quiet, her hand brushing against mine as she hums softly to the music. it’s comforting, the way we don’t need to say much. just the presence of each other is enough to make everything else fade. i can’t help but smile to myself. i know there’s still a lot of questions ahead—about us, about where we’re going—but right now, all that matters is that we’re here.

as soon as we step into my apartment—home—minji pushes me up against the wall and started to kiss me all over the place. i pull away, chuckling nervously. “wait, wait. i promised your father i’d be good.”

minji grins, that mischievous glint in her eyes. “yeah, but i don’t,” she teases, her hands sliding up my shirt, her fingers just grazing my skin. “keep resisting me, and i’ll keep doing things to you.”

and just like that, all the uncertainty from earlier vanishes. i can’t help but laugh, my heart pounding in my chest. she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. but for now, as we stand there in our home—together—it’s perfect. i don’t need any more words.

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2 weeks ago

warnings: age gap, fingering, kisses obvi

a/n: y'all i did not plan this to be this long😭😭 this was meant to be a short thought but ok ig i'll write a full fic later😔

imagine older-sister's-bestfriend!minjeong that secretly keeps an eye on you whenever she comes over. breath hitching everytime you walk into the room with shorts just waaaaay above your thighs, or catching gazes at your exposed stomach when you reach for something on the higher cabinets. so, let's say you're jimin's lil sister, always look presentable, cute, sweet. but hmmm, you might've had a not-so-innocent-imagination, especially minjeong is around. the thought of cotrupting her plays over and over again in your head whenever minjeong's giving you extra attention when the three of you are baking, or when she sleeps over and comes out fresh out of the shower smelling like your scent because she said she likes how you smell.

”excuse me,” in the kitchen, minjeong puts both of her hands on either side of your hips, passing behind you to get something from the cupboard. and ARRRRRRGGGHHHHH same as minjeong, you secretly steals a glance on her toned abs, but quickly back to stirring the cookie dough because jimin catches you staring and is about to tease you.

at last, you two finally meet up without telling jimin-unnie in a secluded cafe outskirts and she is so giggly!!! telling you she had been crushing on you for everrrrrrr, holding your hands and all that sweet shits. she brings you flowers, buys you gifts, cuddles you (in her apartment), kisses you everywhere, so sweet i might get a toothache myself🥺🥺

guess what? jimin-unnie eventually finds out by herself because you two are not being very subtle with the "accidental" touching and glances, and oh my did she become a complete ass about it. literally teasing you to the point you want to shove her mouth with raw cookie dough (you threw flour to her face).

you were the first one who initiated you want more than just holding hands and brief kisses (heh bold), minjeong turns so red you're afraid she might get a fever! but she nodded, fumbling with her fingers and not knowing what to do. you finally asks her to undo her shorts and OH MY GOD HER FACE TURNS TOMATO RED, ”unnie, if you don't want to do it just say it,” you jokingly said to which minjeong replied with shaking her head, ”n-no, i want to do it...”

with minjeong basically-half-naked in front of you, you slowly guides your hand to touch her nape, then kisses her lips slowly but surely before lowering your hand to her waist and the other to cup her breast. she squirms when you squeezes her boob and brushed your thumb over her clothed nipple. unhooking her bra with ease, and pulling it up along with the shirt, minjeong is naked at last.

”unnie, can you spread your legs? it's hard to-” you haven't finished your sentence when she spread her legs abruptly while bringing her arms to cover her face (still red), slowly dipping your fingers after drawing lazy circles on her clit as you simultaniously whisper praises in her ear.

you also call her 'puppy', 'good girl', and various other nicknames but you can feel her cunt clenches around your fingers tighter when you call her 'minjeong' without unnie, ”oh? you like that minjeongie?” her cunt just cleches harder.

that went on for several minutes because minjeong cums all over your fingers soon after you undress and grinds your cunt on her🩷

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2 months ago

ahaha i forgot to add the pic and only remember when i’m cleaning my gallery👉👈

warnings: slight somnophilia, pet names (kitten)

idk about you guys but to me short hair karina screams sugar mommy who loves to spoil her baby. you live with her in her apartment because you’re lowkey a broke college student😭 she loves to take you in though, easier ’contact’ she says, iykwim. coming home to you snoring on her bed is the best because then she can fuck you right away! quietly unbuttoning your shirt along with your jeans, hands creeping up under your t-shirt... ”h-huh? jimin-unnie?” you eventually wake up from how hard she’s squeezing your boobs are. ”hi kitten, had a nice nap?” without pausing, she gently positioned herself in between your thigh, giving your clothed cunt a long, slow lick. ”hmmh... uhuh...” shit, you both know you couldn’t resist her even though you’re beat up by the assignments your professors had given you today. ”good- because i’m not letting you- sleep tonight- all the meetings- i had today- was awful...” with every pause, she gives your bundle of nerves a kiss, your hand is already nestling on her hair. ”you like my haircut kitten?” you can only nod because rina’s starting to slip her tongue inside your puffy cunt :((( you try to hold in your moan but of course, rina had to add two fingers making it impossible to keep quiet. ”awww, you’re so cute when you’re all whiny and messy like this, kitten~” oh! don’t forget the excessive marking and biting on your neck because she’s obsessed and need everyone to know that you’re most likely not single. yeah, just sayin’... ahaha first time posting something short like this🙈 defo gonna turn this into a full fic tho...

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