BINI Imagines (Ot8 x FEMALE Reader)
This is a work of fiction. The portrayal of the characters may not reflect on their real life identity.
Please read responsibly.
• All content is from my imagination.
• One shots (long&shorts)
• Series
• OG SHIPS
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"You’re running again,"
"Aalis na ako dito."
"And where would you go? We both know you’ll end up right back here."
"Hindi ko ginusto 'to..."
"You don’t have a choice, do you? Tell me. Tell me you don’t want me."
"You belong to me, my love. Always have, always will."
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THIRD PERSON'S POV
Y/n sat at her desk, eyes glued to her laptop screen as she scrolled through endless list of emails. Rejections, automated responses, and the occasional "we'll get back to you" filled her inbox. She let out a sigh, feeling the weight of it all pile onto her shoulders.
"Girl, okay ka pa?" Stacey asked, lounging on Y/n’s bed like it was hers. She had a magazine in hand, flipping through the pages while chewing on gum.
"Taena," Y/n muttered, typing a quick reply to yet another "Thank you for your interest, but-Palagi nalang ganito, nakakaumay na."
Stacey snorted. "Rejected ka nanaman?"
Y/n rolled her eyes. "Ano pa ba? Halos lahat ng in-applyan ko pare-parehas ng sinabi. Baka mamaya maisipan ko nalang magbenta ng feet pics, baka yumaman pa ako."
Stacey sat up, grinning. "Alam mo? Naisip ko rin 'yan. Nakita mo na ba 'yung market tungkol sa feet pics na 'yan? Beh, halos lahat pakyawin ng mga rich chupapi!"
Y/n glanced over her shoulder. "Staks, seryoso ako."
"Bakit, sino ba may sabingine-etchos lang kita?" Stacey pointed a finger at Y/n. "Ang cute kaya ng paa mo, girl. Start kana ng OnlyFans acc mo or something, ako na magiging manager mo."
Y/n groaned, dropping her head onto her keyboard. "Agh, bakit ka ba ganyan, Staku?"
"Because I care about you, duh." Stacey stretched dramatically, tossing her magazine to the side. "Also, kung magiging foot model ka naman, that means pwede na akong magresign sa trabaho ko at umasa nalang sa luho mo, oh 'diba, panalo."
Y/n lifted her head, giving Stacey a deadpan look. "Totoo at matinong trabaho ang hanap ko, at hindi ang maging sugar mommy mo."
Stacey wagged her eyebrows. "Libre mangarap, beh."
With a defeated sigh, Y/n turned back to her screen, opening yet another rejection email. "Hays, ang hirap, sobra. Pasok naman ako sa qualifications, may experience... ano bang kulang sakin?"
