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CLUB CLASSICS — PT. 1 of MEGAVERSE — [18+!]

AN INTERACTIVE SERIES

“Come on, be a good girl for me, Y/N,” he softly whispers.

❇️ All you wanted was to be a little delusional. Nothing out of the ordinary, simply creating your crush as a character in a video game to make him fall in love with the version of yourself. Everyone does that, right? Little did you know that cheating your way through the storyline would make you end up in a parallel universe that seems a little too similar to the game you were playing.

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🧩 CONTENT INFO: skz ot8 x afab reader [not at the same time], smut/fluff/angst, parallel universe/video game au, sci-fi au, refer to series m.list for more infos

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⛳️ CONTENT WARNING: explicit sexual content [includes oral (f receiving), protected sex, choking, praise, name calling such as babygirl and good girl], alcohol consumption, mention of smoking weed and dealing, subtle hint of toxic relationship and stalking (not reader)

💚 AUTHOR’S NOTE: the first part is here! choose your option wisely. i hope you will like this little intro and if you do so, I’d be very grateful for any kind support (reblogs, comments, asks, DMs etc.). I’m sending lots of love to you and thank you for reading 🫶🏻

Some people would say that it's weird texting your friend that lives with you while he’s at home as well, but perhaps that’s just the age we live in. Or in your specific case, it’s easier to communicate with written words, regarding the fact you have a crush on him.

Opening the Discord app, you search for Jisung’s chat with you and send a message as well as a little meme to hype him up.

[y/n]: hop on discord dude

[y/n]: tenor.gif

You know that he’s always on his phone—especially nowadays which worries you a little—so he might see the messages soon and he does.

[jisung]: sorry mate i’m busy gettin readyyy

[jisung]: venessa invited me over ;)

Your heart bursts into a thousand pieces. Right. The girl he’s been texting with. 

It’s ridiculous, yes, that you have a crush on your longtime friend and roommate Han Jisung—and also a little pathetic but who can resist a gamer boy—so it was inevitable for jealousy to bubble up in your stomach and take over you.

Deep breaths, Y/N. Everything’s alright.

[y/n]: jeong venessa? that tiktok girlie?

You know who he means. You don’t even know why you ask again. Tapping your nails against the surface of your table, you await an answer.

[jisung]: you heard it correctly

[jisung]: tonight’s the night if you know what i mean

You do indeed know but you wished you could erase it from your brain forever.

[y/n]: oh congrats 

[y/n]: then i’m gonna go partying alone with cecilia. your loss. they’re playing 2010s music tonight in hongdae 

It’s not even a lie. That was your plan for later anyway. However, after a round of possibly playing your current favourite game with him you were hopeful to get Jisung to drag along with you. It would have been a perfect idea to spend more time with him—while your best friend is busy talking to her own crush anyway. Cool, now you’re gonna be third wheeling.

[jisung]: you guys are going clubbing in hongdae??? then you probably won’t need me anyway. there will be enough other men trying to get your attention ;)

Other men that give you attention?

Does he mean that otherwise he would be the one to do that?

Han Jisung confuses to no end these days. This constant hot and cold, push and pull messes with your head. One second he’s flirting with you, the next one he’s talking about that Venessa girl again.

[y/n]: like… you?

[y/n]: what’s that supposed to mean, ji?

You look at the little symbol that shows that he’s typing, before you receive two messages.

[jisung]: nothing 😝 have fun baby

[jisung]: call me if you need anything 

Baby.

That’s the thing.

Why does he call you baby a few hours before probably having his dick inside another woman?

[y/n]: i thought you were busy with venessa 🤨

You don’t get him.

[jisung]: probably will be 😏

[jisung]: but i’m always here for my favourite girl so don’t worry 😘

You decide to just drop it. Jisung isn’t aware of your actual feelings for him and you guys have always been this playful and flirty with one another. So, you can’t just start being mad at him out of nowhere. That wouldn’t be fair.

Sure, what you guys need is an actual conversation. Communicate whatever the fuck that is between you two. But then again, he’s been so busy these days with his work as a new IT consultant after graduating college—you seriously have no idea what his job involves and what he does there—so this hasn’t been an option so far.

You brush all those thoughts off and type another message.

[y/n]: have fun too ji!! 🥰

He instantly replies.

[jisung]: thanks baby ❤️

“Y/N, he will be here tonight!” Cecilia squeals.

Yes. This is the first thing your best friend says when she enters your apartment two hours after your little chat with Jisung who still isn’t at home.

Cecilia doesn’t even greet you, but walks inside, severely hyped for the night. You absolutely adore and admire how much energy she brings into a room but for an introvert like you it can get annoying quickly as well.

“Who?”

She takes her shoes off, grabs you by your wrist and drags you into your bedroom.

“Hyunjin, you dumbass. I told you, he’s gonna go to the same club with his friends,” Cecilia explains, dropping down to the floor to start doing her makeup. “Which also means Changbin will be there too though…”

“Of course he had to be here too,” you chuckle. “I mean, your brother and Hyunjin are best friends. Changbin goes whenever he goes.”

“I know, but it’s sooo annoying,” she says, throwing her head back.

“I get that, darling. We’re gonna make the best out of this night,” you reassure her, while finishing up your makeup. You’re already looking for the dress that you want to wear, running around in your small bedroom.

“Sure! Tonight’s the night for Hyunjin finally taking me home with him,” she giggles.

God, it’s annoying. You seriously thought this was gonna be a girls’ night—at least as much as possible—but Cecilia is unfortunately that type of woman that talks about men all day long.

“D’you think he fucks in missionary or prefers doggy?” she questions, tilting her head.

“Cee! Are you insane? Why would you ask that?”

“Ugh, never mind. You’re such a prude, for real,” she scoffs. “When was the last time you got any?”

You hate it. You absolutely hate it when she starts talking about sex. It’s not like you’re actually a prude—it drives you mad that she talks to you like this but you’re too much of a coward to defend yourself—but you might be inexperienced, yes. Most men you met in your life just didn’t excite you in a way that’s enough to be intimate with them.

You don’t have to love someone to cross that border, but there has to be some type of connection and a little spark between you for it to work.

“Does it matter?” you ask, slipping into the black dress you chose for tonight.

“Yeah, you need to get outta there. Make some experience. I can’t believe your body count is still only two,” Cecilia shakes her head.

“Why is it a bad thing? I mean, it doesn’t really matter if my body count is two or twenty, does it?” you ask, turning around towards her.

“You’re such a pretty girl when you take in some effort and dress up, why not get some free attention from men, hm?”

You decide to not reply anymore and it works—the conversation dies down and Cecilia forgets about the topic. However, this just brings her back to her previous focus.

“Do you think Hyunjin prefers dark red lipstick or a brighter shade?” she asks, looking at two different products in her hand.

It’s been like this for weeks now. Hyunjin, Hyunjin, Hyunjin. That’s all she ever talks about. Sure, you can admit that the guy is handsome—but you’d love to talk to your best friend about other topics as well.

“I don’t know… I’d just wear what fits best with the outfit,” you suggest.

“Thanks, babe!” Cecilia applies her dark red lipstick before she looks at you, her mouth falling agape. “Gosh, you look pretty like this. You should totally wear dresses like these more often and stop hiding.”

“Thank you.” At least you guess so. Sometimes Cecilia’s compliments feel a little backhanded.

So, for whatever reason—it might be the wine you had—you decide to ask her questions instead, “What’s your thoughts on having a first date with Hyunjin, by the way?”

“First date? I’d love to date him, no question. But you know how I feel about serious relationships these days. After everything with Michael,” she explains

Right. The guy that told her that he loved her after the first date and then called her with several different numbers after she kept blocking him.

“Yeah, that’s super valid. I just thought… you seem to like Hyunjin a lot, so…” you continue.

“I do,” she agrees, looking into your eyes now and she’s suddenly so serious. “But I also need to protect my heart so no man can ever stab it with a dagger again.”

“Fair point.” You get up from your seat and grab your purse, watching Cecilia finishing the last touches of her lipstick. “Are you ready?”

Your best friend stands up too, as she follows you to the front door of your apartment. Jisung is already gone and for a second your thoughts start wandering again.

But only until Cecilia snaps you out of them. “Let’s go, babe.”

It’s loud. It’s sticky. It’s crowded in here.

Why the hell did you decide to go clubbing in Hongdae again?

Cecilia and you have been here for almost half an hour, currently sipping on your second drink and swinging your hips to the mediocre music, when a certain someone approaches you two.

“Hi, Cecilia, how’re you?” the tall man instantly asks, pulling your best friend into a hug. She has to hold back a squeal and presses him tightly against her body.

Hyunjin is the first one to pull away, before he brings his attention to you. “Y/N, hey, I’m glad you’re here. Everything alright?”

You instantly become confused—why shouldn’t everything be alright? Sure, you haven’t been in the best state of mind, regarding the fact your crush is at another girl’s place, probably getting his dick sucked right now, but you’ve tried your best to hide it.

“Yeah, of course. It’s nice to see you,” you say, meaning it. Whereas Hyunjin is off the table—and not really your type anyway—since he’s your best friend’s crush, you’ve never viewed him in a romantic light. But you feel super safe around him and that’s what counts.

He gets called by a friend from afar and follows them there, telling you two he will be back soon.

“Nice to see you?! What the hell was that?” your best friend shoves you aside from the dancefloor, her blood boiling up with anger.

What on earth?

“I’m just being friendly. He said something along these lines too,” you instantly defend yourself. You hate that you always get defensive around her even if you didn’t do anything.

“No, no, no. That’s gonna stop. You’re not going to flirt with my crush, Y/N,” Cecilia tells you.

“What? I wasn’t even flirting with him,” you reply.

“Good. Because I can’t risk him falling in love with you,” she says, shaking her head.

Is she for fucking real right now?

“Slow down with the drinks, Cee. You sound ridiculous. He doesn’t see me like that and much more importantly—I don’t like him like that either,” you explain.

“Sure. I mean, you could do something to prove that,” she suggests, clicking her tongue. And that smirk. She’s got the same smirk sometimes as her half-brother. This can’t mean anything good.

“What do you mean?” you questions 

“Flirt with a man that’s not Hyunjin,” she chuckles.

“Why would I do that?”

“Just for fun. To show me that our friendship means something to you. And to grow a pair and make some experiences with men, duh,” Cecilia continues.

“What would I be getting out of it?”

“Like I said—fun and experience.”

She can tell by the look on your face that this isn’t enough to convince you. Your definition of fun is staying at home, playing video games and ordering food.

“Fine, and I pay for our coffee dates for the next two weeks.” 

You’re still hesitant, so Cecilia’s gaze softens.

“Y/N, listen. You can always say no, yeah? I’m just trying to hype up your mood. You’ve been looking a bit… out of it today. And I think this could help. Just a little flirting, trust me, yeah?”

You sigh, “Fine. I’m in.”

There’s nothing to lose anyway, right? The party is boring as hell and you can’t get Jisung out of your mind. He’s probably busy with having Venessa under him, so you can have some fun too.

Great timing—you see your best friend’s crush approaching you, carrying a round of tequila.

“Shots, ladies?” Hyunjin says, bringing Changbin with him.

“Always, Jinnie,” Cecilia tells him with a wink.

Another hour passes by, as your best friend and her crush are basically sticking together like glue. He’s dancing with her, pulling her close, while you’re standing far away, having the worst time of your life.

The amount of alcohol you had doesn’t do you a favour, which is why you impulsively open your Discord app, looking if your roommate is there.

[y/n]: ji? are you online?

[y/n]: cecilia is spending all her time flirting with hyunjin and i can’t look at this anymore

Why would Jisung be online though? He’s on a date. Or something like that.

[y/n]: it’s so boring here i’m actually thinking about just choosing whatever dude crosses my view next and become as pathetic as i’ve never been…

It’s totally normal for you to overshare with him. Jisung is used to it. He does the same with you.

Although, in combination with your intoxication it might not be the smartest idea you’ve ever had.

[y/n]: i wish you were here rn ngl

Fucking hell. You should stop. You really should. But you carry that insane urge inside your soul to just tell him about your feelings.

[y/n]: I hope ditching us for venessa was worth it and she gives good head

[y/n]: i’d be better at it tho 

Shit. You should slow down the drinking.

When you receive a notification from your Duolingo app—the green owl threatening you to do your language lessons or else—you’re being pulled back into reality again.

Oh, God. What did you just text Jisung?

You’re glad about the fact that first, Discord allows you to delete messages and second, your roommate doesn’t have notifications for Discord turned on. So, you just get rid off the two unhinged texts again.

This party is going so… not well. And the same counts for the bet with Cecilia. Shit. You’re so bored and you really want that free coffee for two whole weeks. Maybe it’s worth putting in some effort. It’s just flirting, nothing else, right?

Your eyes start roaming around inside the club, looking for potential men but they don’t seem to be very successful. None of them ignites some type of spark inside you.

For a second you think about flirting with Changbin. Just to piss Cecilia off. But you can’t do this. He’s basically the polar opposite of his sister when it comes to romance—absolutely hopeless and the relationship type of guy.

But just when you’re about to turn around and head to the bar to get something non-alcoholic, someone decides to talk to you instead.

“Hi, I’m Chan. One of Hyunjin’s friends. I think we’ve met before, right?”

Fuck, he’s beautiful. The man is wearing a white button down shirt combined with black trousers. Not the most oddinary outfit choice but he looks amazing in this simple combination. He’s wearing his curls open, as his dark brown eyes stare right at you. And those plump lips—God, they look so kissable–

“Yes, I’m Y/N, nice to meet you again,” you manage to catch yourself.

“What’s your favourite drink?” he asks, carrying a smirk on his face.

“Right now I actually think of answering lemonade. Just because I’ve had one beverage too many,” you confess.

Chan chuckles, looking so pretty while doing it, “Great choice. You wanna come with me, so I can buy the prettiest girl in the club her favourite lemonade?”

Oh, he’s smooth. You didn’t expect that at all.

With Chan time just passes by. You instantly get along, talking about anything and everything, basically just jumping from one topic to the next one. It’s crazy.

“Yeah, that’s right. I moved to Jeju Island a year ago. Surfing there is so much fun. It reminds me of my childhood in Australia,” he tells you.

He’s such an interesting person. You could listen to him for the rest of the night.

“Woah, that’s incredible. You’re meant to be living by the ocean, huh?”

“I just love the calm it gives me,” he adds.

You’ve never done something like this before. With Chan, you don’t have to know each other on an extremly deep level—it’s as if you met ten years ago. You instantly clicked from the beginning and maybe that’s how you excuse bringing him home with you an hour later.

Usually, you’re not someone who has one night stands. The sheer thought of them is a huge turn-off for you. But perhaps since Chan is one of Hyunjin’s friends, it doesn’t feel like being with a stranger. Plus, you’ve been talking for what felt like eternity until he even made the slightest move on you. He seems shy, although you can’t read if that’s perhaps just pretence.

The two of you get in the backseat of the cab he called for you, giggling like teenagers. Once you made it home, you catch yourself checking if your roommate is at home. But he isn’t. Jisung is probably still at Venessa’s place. After all, he’s spending the night there, right?

“You okay, babygirl?” Chan asks, walking a bit closer to you after he’s taken off his shoes.

“Yeah. More than that,” you smile. When he’s with you, you suddenly forget about the rest of the world and you can’t put it into words why he’s got that effect on you.

“You’re in the right state of mind, aren’t you?”

“Yeah. I’m sober. I want this,” you admit.

“Good. Because I won’t be able to stop, once I have you underneath me,” he warns you.

And Chan manages to keep his words. A little while later, he’s got you spread out on your soft mattress. Your thighs are thrown over his shoulders, as he places rough kisses on your inner thighs. He’s gonna devour you like a starving man, that you are sure of. You might be inexperienced but this is a scene that’s played in your head a thousand times before.

“Come on, be a good girl for me, Y/N,” he softly whispers and you follow suit, parting your legs further.

His fingertips are grazing over the wet patch on your ruined panties, softly colliding with your clit. Chan pushes the fabric aside, exposing your wet cunt to him and all that menace does is smirk.

“Fucking hell,” he curses to himself, right before his tongue starts collecting your juices. He smears them all over your pussy, making you squirm underneath him. A minute later, two of his fingers are inside your hole, stretching you out so deliciously.

He prepares you well for what he’s got planned with you—making you forget about everything but his name and how good he’s making you feel.

“Chan–“

He looks up at you between the curls that are covering his forehead, “Yeah, baby?”

“Can you please… please just fuck me?”

You don’t even know what has gotten into you. Maybe you’ve got a bit inspired by certain scenes you’ve read in all those romance books.

But judging the way Chan’s gaze is darkening, he enjoys it.

“Of course, baby. Because you’re such a good girl for me, hm?”

He reaches inside his jeans pockets to grab a condom, as he gets up. Chan wastes no time and takes off his remaining clothes, before he crawls back on the bed. You’ve still got your legs spread, impatiently awaiting him.

He scoots back right between them, opening the wrapper and sliding down the condom on his hardened cock.

“Are you sure you want this, Y/N?” he asks, oh so softly.

“Absolutely. I can’t wait,” you tell him.

Maybe there was something good about the bet your best friend made with you.

Chan is careful, when he brushes the tip of his cock over your folds, teasing you a little and you let him. He's circling around your entrance, before he pushes the first few centimetres inside, watching you get adjusted to the sensation.

You tell him to start moving a little while later and that’s what he does. Well—not just that. He also casually manages to make your brain finally shut up with the way he’s pounding his hard dick into your aching cunt.

“Fuck, you’re driving me mad, babygirl,” he whispers into your ears. Chan has one hand wrapped around your throat, slightly applying pressure to the sides.

“Channie–“ you let out.

“Yeah, call me by that name again,” he grunts through his teeth.

“Channie– please– ‘s too much,” you babble.

He reduces his speed a bit. “You want me to slow down, baby?”

“N-No. Keep going, please,” you change your mind. It just feels too good to have him inside of you. You dearly hope this won’t be the last time being with him.

“You’re so polite, hm? Such a good girl for me. Letting me ruin you like this, baby,” Chan chuckles, slightly changing the angle so he can fuck into you even deeper.

Oh, God. And he’s driving you closer to the edge with this.

“Whenever you’re ready, darling. I’ve got you, yeah?”

As if he’s manipulated both your mind and body, you follow suit, allowing the intense sensation to take over you. Pure ecstasy is rushing through your cells, while Chan helps you through your high.

“You look so pretty when you come for me,” he whispers, feeling himself getting closer too. A minute later or less, he fills the condom as he praises you with more words.

“You did so well for me,” is what he says before pulling out again.

Jisung manages to get home by three in the morning, calling a cab after Minho and Akira placed him into the vehicle.

He reaches for his phone for the first time within hours, instantly reading your texts before he replies.

[jisung]: you okay y/n?

[jisung]: why did you delete 2 messages and what were they about?

Fuck. He dearly hopes you’re safe.

However, the thoughts are spiralling inside his head. They’ve been doing this for the past hours ever since Venessa ended their date because Jisung perhaps accidentally moaned your name while they were getting intimate.

His drunk brain takes over him then, making it hard for him to stop hitting the keyboard with his thumbs.

[jisung]: do you need me to pick you up?

[jisung]: i’m not with venessa anymore… it was a useless date tbh… turns out she realised i have feelings for someone else lol

[jisung]: the whole purpose of meeting up with her was forgetting about that other person

Jisung doesn’t even realise he accidentally spilled that. He’s just a mess. It’s surprising how he manages to type that well.

[jisung]: fucking hell im rambling sorry.., that’s what drinking with minho and akira does to me lol

He shouldn’t have gone with them. His best friend and his colleague never know when to stop.

[jisung]: i would rather be with you my favourite person rn.. have you in my arms, take care of you, give you the best night of your life baby

[jisung]: wait 

[jisung]: shit i’ve had too many drinks

Jisung keeps worrying but decides to enter your shared apartment first, thinking it's best if he sobers up a little before he sends a message he might regret in the morning.

But his breath gets stuck in his throat when he notices you’re already back home—and you’re not alone. There’s a pair of men’s shoes carefully placed next to the ones you wore tonight on your way to the club.

Fuck. He’s such an idiot. And he can’t even be mad at you for sleeping with another guy when he was the one to brag about his own date.

Jisung hears footsteps then and a screeching noise that indicates your door is opening. 

“Oh, hi, I’m Chan,” the man that walks towards the bathroom introduces himself, when he sees Jisung.

Shit. Do you have a boyfriend? At least that’s what Chan instantly thinks.

Jisung sees the panic in his eyes and while he’s in fact jealous you slept with another man, he’s not in a position to claim you. Especially not, when he was the one who went on a date with another woman.

“Hi, I’m Jisung. I’m Y/N’s roommate,” he introduces himself.

“Roommate… okay, thank God,” Chan sighs and adds a little chuckle after his sentence, right before he disappears inside the bathroom.

Fucking hell. How is Jisung supposed to sleep tonight?

“Morning, baby,” a low voice wakes you up from your slumber.

When you slowly open your eyes, you’re sure you’re dreaming. But this feels real. Jisung is next to you in your bed.

Did you…

No, wait. The memories come back then. You did go to bed with a man—but not with your roommate. Still, he's the one with you now. So, Chan must have already left.

“Hey, Ji,” you whisper.

“You slept well?”

“Like a princess, to be honest. I had a great night after all,” you tell him.

It’s not even your intention to make him jealous—why would he be after all—but you did have an amazing time thanks to Hyunjin’s friend Chan.

“I’m sorry I saw your messages so late. I would have picked you up… you sounded so bored,” he tells you, catching his lower lip between his teeth.

Fuck. This certain look always messes with your head. But this morning is slightly different. You’ve got someone else on your mind. Perhaps, it’s just the remaining serotonin that Chan created to be let free inside your system, but you won’t complain.

“Well, I met one of Hyunjin’s friends then who kept me company. He said he met you in the hallway,” you tell him.

“Chan’s already gone?”

“Yeah. How was your date with Venessa?”

Jisung places a hand on his chest, pretending to be hurt, “You didn’t read my messages? It didn’t go that well. Went on for an hour. So I went drinking with Akira and Minho instead.”

“That sounds good too,” you say, still waking up. Your brain is so slow today.

“Hm, you were missing, though,” he replies with a smirk, as he starts playing with a strand of your hair until this one gets tucked behind your ear.

“I’d never disturb your emergency guys night, Ji,” you try to handle the conversation. Why is he being so flirty again? He’s gonna drive you crazy one day.

“Doesn’t matter, I’d rather spent my time with you,” your roommate says with a wink.

“What about Venessa?”

“I told you, we don’t work out.”

You can’t do this right now. You feel dizzy, so you get up, walking away from your roommate who just stares at you confused.

“I’ve gotta go. I’ve got work,” you say, grabbing your clothes.

Perhaps the whole thing will have one good part. Since Jisung went out with Minho last night—the guy that happens to be your former academic rival and then upgraded to being your annoying boss—so you don’t have to worry about another man getting on your last nerve when he’s fighting his own hangover.

“Oh… okay. Maybe we can have a chill evening tonight?” Jisung suggests.

You nod and rush to the bathroom. This is gonna be future-Y/N’s issue to deal with.

Jisung decides to not call after you and when he realises you still have not picked up your phone since last night—he deletes his own messages from his device.

He’s not aware though that you did in fact check them when Chan met him in the hallway last night. Shit. This is messing with your brain.

Why did you find out that after all, Jisung might like you back, when you started to feel like finally moving on? After you allowed someone else to be close to you without any regrets?

Chan has been confusing you—in a good way. Yes, it might have been just a one night stand but you’re actually ready to meet him again.

And now Jisung decides to drunk-text you that there is a slight chance for the two of you?

[jisung]: i’m sorry but something came up at work. i’ll have to stay a little longer and won’t be back until 21:00. are you still in for our movie night? 

Okay. That’s good. Your day was exhausting as hell—mainly due to the lack of sleep and ongoing thoughts—so getting some rest for yourself before facing your feelings sounds like a good plan.

[y/n]: no rush!! i’m home anyway and can wait 😊

Your roommate is typing and a few seconds later he sends another text.

[jisung]: ahh thanks baby. you can choose the film and food btw. make yourself comfortable i’ll try to get home asap ❤️

Han Jisung is gonna drive you mad one day. You can’t keep up with these mixed signals anymore but tonight might determine what’s going on between you two.

So, the adult person that you are, you decide to spend your after work hours by playing some good old Sims 4 game. You’ve got a save file that you usually use—one where you adjusted the sims townies’ horrendous looks and created some cool venues. You start this one, select your pre-made version of yourself and put her in a household with no one else than the Han Jisung sim.

What a life. You sometimes wonder what it would be like to be inside a video game. Things could be so much less complicated, for real. After all, you always manage to let your sim self talk to Jisung sim about her feelings and they end up happily married. That’s all you’ve ever wanted, right?

As well as a beautiful mansion, a well paid job and lots of friends. Of course, your sims mostly get there with the help of some cheats and installing so many modification contents that your computer is running so hot you could basically fry an egg on it. But that’s what a girl has to do.

Just when you’re about to let Y/N-sim approach Jisung-sim, you hear your phone buzzing.

It’s from Hyunjin. Three texts. Weird.

[Hyunjin, 19:44]: Hey, Y/N. I just wanted to tell you that you looked really beautiful last night. I hope my mate is treating you well. If this isn’t the case, you know where to find me.

Your mouth falls agape but you read further.

[Hyunjin, 19:45]: and before you ask or get insecure regarding Cecilia. I’m sorry but I don’t like her that way. I’ve told her many times, just so you know, but she doesn’t listen.

Fucking hell. What has gotten into him?

[Hyunjin, 19:46]: I’m not expecting a reaction or response or anything from you. I just needed to get this off my chest and be honest with you. I’m sorry if this is overwhelming. If so, please delete these messages and this never happened. 😇

Yeah, no. You need to calm down first. 

When you bring your gaze back to the computer screen, you realise you didn’t hit pause. Cool. At least your house is not on fire. But Y/N-sim took the chance and lit herself a joint to get rid of some work stress, while she’s sitting at the computer… playing The Sims 1.

Wow, the irony. And yes, your sim self version is able to do such forbidden things thanks to the extra content you installed to make your computer’s life a hell. 

However, that little video game version makes you realise you’ve run out of weed so you reach for your phone, searching for a certain contact.

[You, 20:07]: hey minnie are you in the area rn?

You get back to your game and a bit later, Seungmin replies.

[Minnie, 20:12]: You need something, doll?

[You, 20:13]: you know me too well 😊

Great, he’s here. Seungmin is your savior. You’re not going to smoke now, that’s for sure. After all, Jisung might be home soon. However, it’s always good to have some stuff here for emergencies like your roommate possibly telling you that he doesn’t feel the same way.

[Minnie, 20:14]: Of course I do. You’re my favourite customer after all.

[Minnie, 20:14]: So, the usual?

He does know you too well.

[You, 20:15]: yup that would be great!! 🫶🏻

[Minnie, 20:16]: Anything for you. I’ll be there in half an hour. Meet me at our spot.

Great. That means you still have about twenty minutes to play your game. Then you can pick up the goods and get back before Jisung comes home.

However, that’s not enough to make Jisung-sim fall in love with Y/N-sim, let them get married and move into their mansion together. Especially not now, since your video game version is a bit out of it. And your computer is so fucking slow.

Fuck… you didn’t hit pause again. Y/N-sim burnt the grilled cheese and her whole house down. Amazing.

Stuff like this can only be saved with cheats. Yes, you wanted an honest game. But you’re not getting one tonight.

You open your separate word document and look for the cheats you need to handle this mess—a few mods will help you with it—and start typing and typing and typing.

You lose track of time completely. Your fingers start aching from hitting the keyboard that much and for a second it feels like you enter some sort of trance.

Until you hear a loud bang.

And after that, all you see is black for a while.

A deep slumber takes over you, before you wake up from it again.

You are able to open your eyes, instantly being hit by the bright screen in front of you that seems to be going around your whole body, no matter where you look at.

In bright letters you read the following:

Welcome to the Real Life Simulations. Please choose a world to play in.

What on earth is going on?

And more importantly, what will you choose?

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More of the design

Now, lemme talk about my ideas here

Okay so, he doesn't have a mouth, he cannot speak as himself. He can only speak as a conduit, reciting the horrors others are experiencing. (I do think he could use that to speak a bit, by borrowing the words, but it'd be hard.) Which, combined with a body that has not moved for a while while suspended mid-air, leaves it (he/it pronouns BECAUSE) rather vulnerable.

His head is a void, it leaks an inky substance that is not ink. You could put your entire arm into it. The thing is, though, that can hurt him. It's where its mind is, the memories, the remains of self. You can KNOW HIM when you do that, you can mess stuff up, but you can also be gentle. This is why the assault tag is under this, because well, that is kind of what the second drawing is.

Also, his halo thing reacts according to his emotions. Stress, anxiety, fear etc. make it collapse into itself a bit. Anger, shock etc. make it do the opposite.

And yes, the one being petted IS purring

i think what’s on a person’s nightstand is very telling so reblog this and put in the tags the things you have on your nightstand