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It’s Not Wrong

Dreamcatcher (OT7) x Female Reader

(1 part - ongoing ⚠️)

Word Count: 8,980

Summary: As the 8th member of Dreamcatcher, you struggle with your growing attraction towards your members, because, in your mind, loving seven different people isn’t natural and couldn’t possibly be considered acceptable by any normal human being… so why would they be okay with it?

“It- it’s wrong.”

“You love us, how is there anything wrong with that?”

Warnings: angst, brief mentions of homophobia, mild sexual content

The audience's excited screams echoed around the arena as we all waved our goodbyes, fading only when the lift lowered us beneath the stage, yet never leaving my mind completely. Even when our managers herded us into two separate black vans that would be taking us to a nearby hotel, the adrenaline pumping through my veins and the dull roar of what sounded like waves rushing in my ears from a night of being stimulated by loud music were permanent reminders of the performance we had just put on.

Kcon LA. It was a big deal for a group of our scale. And, after singing in front of a crowd of that size (one bigger than we had ever seen before), I could tell the members were feeling as elated as I was. If the way Bora pulled me down the hall when we arrived at the hotel and shoved me into our shared room with Minji and Siyeon following closely behind was anything to go off of, I'd guess I was about to experience what being on the receiving end of the dancer's excited energy entailed. I didn't know whether to be excited myself or utterly terrified.

Luckily I was able to convince them to let me have the first shower—which they only agreed upon under the promise that I would stay up to entertain them (not sure what that meant exactly, but I was honestly too afraid to ask)—and immediately took the first chance I got to slip into the bathroom before any chaos ensued. Just fifteen minutes later, my sore muscles had been soothed by the warm water and I was drying off, finally allowing myself to wind down for the night. My conflicting feelings for the members had really been getting to me lately, but I was thankful our busy schedule helped keep my mind off of it.

Though, I had a feeling those emotions would become unavoidable sooner rather than later when I realized I forgot to grab a change of clothes from my suitcase. Even more unfortunately, the only towels in the bathroom were borderline too small to cover all of my... assets.

Fantastic.

Wrapping the towel around me as best as I could, I crossed my fingers hoping the members occupying the hotel room had left to get some food or weren't paying attention before I opened the door. Though, my luck ran short not even two steps out of the bathroom when Siyeon began cat-calling me.

"Yah, sexy," she shouted. I froze, looking over at her timidly. "Come over here. Don't be shy." The singer was clearly joking around, but that didn't stop me from blushing at her words.

"What?" Bora laughed at Siyeon's weird behavior. Seconds later, her curious head popped out from behind the wall where she had been sitting to see what the older woman was looking at. I wanted to strangle Siyeon the moment Bora's eyes widened at the sight of me. "Ooooh," she exclaimed, her eyes shamelessly raking over the bare skin my towel failed to cover while a smirk creeped onto her lips.

Attempting to ignore them, I walked further into the room in search of my suitcase. That only made things worse when Minji was finally able to see me and they all started making shocked and impressed noises. "Ooh, so sexy," Minji doted. My cheeks burned being the center of attention and feeling incredibly exposed.

"Omo, jagi," Bora started, "did you come to give us a show?"

My heart skipped a beat.

"Yah!" I shouted in surprise, stopping to look back at her. Actually seeing all of their eyes on me, confirming that they really had been staring this whole time, made my knees go weak. "I forgot to grab a change of clothes, alright?" My voice came out angry, but they caught the hint of a smile on my lips before I could hide it.

Bora started giggling. "Look at how embarrassed she is." Her finger pointed up at me as if they weren't all already looking.

Siyeon laughed, but Minji scolded, "Yah, leave her alone." I nearly fell for how caring the leader sounded, but then I noticed her eyes lingering for a second too long on my bare thighs. She was just as bad as them.

"Oh c'mon, you like it too, unnie," Siyeon said, "don't kill the fun."

"Yeah, the best part's just starting," Bora scooted to the edge of the bed. "I haven't even gotten to touch her yet." My eyes blew wide and I only had a split second to guard myself before the small woman launched from the bed and ran over to start groping me.

"Don't touch me!" I yelled. With one hand holding up my towel, I only had one left to try and block her attacks. This allowed the main dancer to get a few quick squeezes of my thighs and one of my ass over the towel before I ran to the other side of the room, out of her reach. "Stop it," I squealed as she chased after me.

Bora was all giggles while I was full on panicking—for several reasons. Before I could seek safety in the bathroom, the small woman stopped me halfway with a shove. Minji was yelling at us to not get hurt and Siyeon was just laughing as they watched the whole thing pan out. The atmosphere changed quickly though when Bora pinned me against the wall. Even with her being a head shorter than me, I still felt trapped. My pulse throbbed in my ears as I breathed heavily from both the running and the way Bora's small hands had felt against my bare skin.

Miraculously, I had managed to keep the towel on with one hand while the other held cautiously onto Bora as she stood on her tippy toes so that we were nearly face-to-face. Her hands were not as innocent, one at the base of my neck, teasingly traveling downwards while the other lay flat against my stomach, pushing my back into the wall. We were so close that her nose nearly brushed mine when she looked down, not-so-subtly admiring the curve of my breasts revealed by the towel. Her other hand traveled lower, getting a feel for the skin on the back of my thigh.

"You're not even going to give me a little peek?" She whispered just for us to hear, her fingertips dragging closer to what she really wanted to feel. I found my mind fixated on that word: me. It was no longer an us. She didn't care about playing it up for the others. No, it was just her who wanted it now.

Her eyes flicked up to mine, showing me the want deep within them as her fingers gripped the curve if my butt. "Unnie," I gasped, feeling at a loss for words. She had done this stuff plenty of times. The teasing, the flirting, even the ass-grabbing. She was Kim Bora after all. It was to be expected. What was not expected though was the hint of desperation I caught from her in that moment. If she happened to be feeling any fraction of what I had felt for her in the past two years, I knew she was searching for any sort of confirmation or reciprocation of her own feelings from me. And this felt like a confession.

I found myself involuntarily glancing down at her lips. So many countless nights I had spent imagining what they might feel like against mine, overwhelmed by an excited thrill wondering if she'd be just as aggressive in intimate moments as she was normally or if she'd break character, acting more calm and submissive. All these possibilities made my stomach burn and I knew I should stop before my arousal became evident on my thighs, but it was so hard to when she was looking at me like that.

The fact that her and I were not alone was a rude awakening the moment Minji appeared next to us, pulling Bora away just before either of us could lean in and do something we might regret later. Had I not known any better, I might've considered Minji's stern gaze and cocked jaw a sign of jealousy as she berated the younger member for touching me in such a way. But I did know better, brushing it off as merely her protectiveness required as our leader. With no shortage of fussing, the dancer eventually let in, giving me one final once-over before allowing me to grab my clothes and retreat to the bathroom.

When I was successfully clothed, I returned to the room to find the unnie line carrying on as if nothing had ever happened. It had me debating if it was all a dream, but the sting of Bora's firm grip on my sensitive skin still lingered, evidence enough of the encounter. After something like that, they normally wouldn't shut up about it, finding joy in teasing me for days on end. The unusual silence seemed strange. Still, it meant less embarrassment for me, so I gladly ignored it, settling down on the bed Bora was currently on the edge of.

About half an hour of casual conversation had passed between the four of us without anything eventful occurring. It wasn't until Bora started getting loopy from her increasing tiredness that things began to ramp up once more. I made the mistake of joking about her loud voice surely sending everyone in the audience home with hearing problems, resulting in her initiating a wrestling match between us on the bed. She griped at me for being such a 'brat,' grabbing and violently shaking any body part of mine that she could get ahold of.

I couldn't help but giggle uncontrollably at the sensation of her tiny hands pinching at my skin and how easy she was to offend, and now I was beginning to understand why Yoohyeon found it so fun to toy with her. Well, that is... until Bora landed on top of me, straddling my hips with a suddenly very different goal in mind. The abrupt change in mood had my body stilling completely under her. When I dared to meet her stare, I caught a glint of mischief in it that surely couldn't be leading anywhere good.

Like before, her hands pressed down on my stomach to keep my back flat against the bed. Tilting her head to the side, she looked down at me, raising her eyebrows up once before lowering them again. "Your move," she smirked, already conducting another one of her games that would surely end in chaos.

Looking to my left, I noticed Minji and Siyeon watching us with cautious eyes. There was this sort of rush it gave me, just like the concert, that dared me to continue. They had so often tested the boundaries of our relationships, so why couldn't I do the same? Knowing that it would surprise them made it seem that much more tempting. Now that I wasn't exposed and had been handed back the control, I wanted to give them a show.

So, without even considering the repercussions of my actions, I grabbed Bora's hips and pushed her over. She squealed in shock when I ended up on top of her, my body resting between her legs. "Your move." A satisfied smile formed on my lips when I heard the other two members let out mumbles of surprise. Bora didn't allow me to bask in my victory much longer, always insistent on one-uping me. She liked when I got like this more than she'd ever care to admit and was eager to take it a step further.

Her arms previously resting on my shoulders slithered up to my neck and with one firm tug, I was leaning over her, so close that I could feel her breath on my lips. Now I knew I was in over my head. Her beautiful features and her fingers intertwined around the back of my neck locking me into place made it difficult to breathe. Every spark, every chill, every heart flutter that she had ever made me feel resurfaced all at once and seared itself permanently into my chest. There was never any denying that I was attracted to her—I mean, look at her. Who wouldn't be?—but now, as I lost myself in the inescapable pull of her soft, brown eyes, there was absolutely no denying that I was in love with her.

"Your move," she whispered the softest whisper I had ever heard leave her mouth, never once looking away. Her eyes seemed to be communicating in ways that her words couldn't and the expectant, even hopeful look in them had me convinced this is exactly what she wanted.

So, I gave it to her.

The moment my lips met hers, time seemed to stand still. I felt her inhale, forcing her to press further up into me as her fingers tightened at the nape of my neck. My mind went completely blank finally feeling how silky and warm her lips were against mine. They were impossibly softer and her kiss gentler than I could've ever imagined. And I certainly wasn't counting on the fact that she wouldn't want to pull away, holding me there a few precious seconds longer than what I assumed normal.

After what felt like hours, she loosened her grip on my neck, letting me release her lips slowly. The loss of pressure elicited the sound of a light smack, sending an unexpected sensation of pleasure through my body. Her eyes fluttered open to meet mine, appearing dazed and intoxicated by the kiss. Within those few seconds, she granted me a look at the real Bora: the one beyond all the playful, unserious facades she put up. The one that was really as soft and vulnerable and desperate for love as the rest of us were. And knowing that she trusted me enough to give me a glimpse into her heart had me bearing my own for her to take claim of.

However, doubt was quick to take hold of my thoughts when Bora's eyes widened, concealing her initial reaction with an over-dramatic expression of shock. As she laughed incredulously before glancing to her left, I became all too aware of my surroundings. "Jinjja," she yelled, a smile of disbelief painting her lips. I followed her eyes, spotting Minji and Siyeon both mirroring her surprise, mouths drawn open and eyes blown wide.

The weight of my actions came crashing down, suffocating me with unavoidable feelings of regret and embarrassment. How did I really expect this to turn out anyways? Desperate to find an escape from their stares, I hid my face in Bora's neck, clutching her sides as if I could disappear into her.

"Can you believe her?" Bora played it up, pretending like she didn't kiss me back with just as much—if not more—conviction.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled ashamedly, but her neck muffled my voice. God, why didn't I think this through? Reluctantly pushing myself up, I looked down at her shyly. "I'm sorry," I repeated.

Bora paused, her smile faltering as she took in my humiliated expression. I almost thought she was going to reassure me, until a look of uncertainty crossed her own eyes. "Yah," she covered it up, her smile only growing, "look at how red her face is." She raised her hand to point a finger at me like she had done before and laughed. Though she didn't have much room to talk, a pink blush tinting her own cheeks.

"Unnie," I whined, rolling off of her to lay on my back and hide my face in my hands. When would this night ever end?

Following a few more jokes, Bora eventually stopped pestering me about it for the moment. Still, I couldn't ignore the knot that settled in my stomach with the uneasiness lingering in the air between us. Their reaction had been both expected and unexpected. Obviously I knew they'd be shocked, but the three oldest members struck me as the type that would encourage this sort of behavior. In the past I even caught myself wondering if any of them had shared a kiss in the privacy of the dorms out of genuine physical attraction or just pure curiosity. In my mind, it seemed more than probable given the fact that pursuing romantic relationships outside of the group wasn't exactly allowed as well as the inkling I had about at least a couple of the members having a preference for women. Yet, now with all of them appearing avoidant and standoffish after the kiss, I wasn't so sure.

Did I read them all wrong? Did I completely fabricate the concept of them being accepting of that sort of thing because of their touchy and flirtatious tendencies? Most of all though, did I entirely misjudge Bora's reactions to the entire thing?

After all this, I was beginning to think I didn't know anything at all.

—

It was just a few days after we'd traveled back to Korea and I couldn't seem to sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, my mind replayed the kiss with Bora over and over again, encouraging me to over-analyze every single little detail. The prospect that I had crossed a major line was stressing me out, to say the least. Strangely, the whole thing also made me feel sad. That part confused me the most. Maybe I wanted her to tell me it was okay. Or maybe I wanted her to even admit that she liked it. But really, what could I expect her to say with the other two members watching? I wasn't completely oblivious to the fact that she wanted it, but even then, how could I be sure that it meant anything real to her? That it wasn't just playful?

Deciding that overthinking was doing me no good, I left my room and went into the kitchen. It was dark and quiet, the other members having gone to bed a couple hours ago. The dim lights on the bottom of the cabinets illuminated the area enough for me to find the handle of the fridge. When I opened it, bright, blue, artificial light came pouring out, forcing my eyes to squint as they adjusted. I wasn't feeling particularly hungry, but I needed something to satiate my mind. A bottle of water would surely suffice.

As I reached out for one, I felt a whoosh of air and the sensation of hands sliding across my hips from behind. My entire body went rigid as my mind instantly assumed the worst. Even though I had slowly grown used to the abundance of physical affection my members gave me, the timing and scenario had me in a momentary panic.

Before I was able to do anything drastic, arms snaked all the way around my waist and I felt a warm, feminine figure press against my back. "It's just me," the familiar voice of our group's main vocalist said softly near my ear as she rested her chin on my shoulder. I let out a breath of relief, resting my hands on top of hers that had found their way beneath the hem of my t-shirt. Though, it was less calming and more nerve-wracking given my growing attraction to the older woman.

Having her this close allowed more opportunities for embarrassment, or, in her case, teasing. Though, the feeling of her lips pressing gently to my cheek elicited less of a flustered feeling and more of a depressed one. The memory of Bora's response to my kiss suspended permanently in the forefront of my mind, preventing me the luxury of indulging in the idea that little touches like these were glimpses into a deeper truth.

I should've known all along that I'd never be able to have what I truly wanted—never be able to fulfill my heart's deepest desire—but that reality hurt too much now that it had finally revealed itself. Obviously I knew I couldn't have all of them. Giving your heart to two different people with the promise of sharing it equally was arguably unrealistic, so offering it up to seven with that same promise was absolutely absurd. Still, I tried to hold out hope for as long as possible. And the way they all seemed to reinforce their feelings for me on a daily basis only made that hope grow at an alarming rate. How was I supposed to stop my wishful thinking when every thing they did confirmed that it could be a possibility?

"Couldn't sleep?" Siyeon asked, grounding me.

I sighed, feeling exhausted by my emotions, and finally allowed myself to lean back into her welcoming embrace, ignoring the way my heart fluttered at her warmth. "Yeah."

Siyeon unraveled one of her arms from around me to close the fridge door. Missing my opportunity to grab a water didn't bother me as much as it might've had I not gotten a little nauseous from the sickening pain my thoughts brought on. Even though she seemed to be enjoying this quiet moment between us, Siyeon slowly spun me around in her arms. I didn't meet her eyes, anticipating the questioning that would surely follow my admission.

"Jagi," her fingers reached up to brush a hair out of my eyes. "What's wrong?" she said in such a way that had me believing for a split second that she might know what I was going through, but the thought fleeted almost instantly. There's no way she could've.

"Nothing," I replied simply, though even I knew it didn't sound convincing. Clearly it wasn't nothing, but I had already made up my mind that talking to her about it (or any of them, for that matter) would do no good. It's not like she could fix everything and magically make the members fall for me like I'd fallen for them.

Her hand rested on my cheek and she spoke carefully, "I can tell it's not nothing." The tone of her voice compelled me to finally glance up at her.

The look in her eyes was all-too-familiar to me. She worried for her members, sometimes too much, because she cared for us so deeply. And this look told me she knew something was wrong and wouldn't be leaving until it was made right again. It truly was one of the things I loved most about her—her undying protectiveness for her loved ones—but now I was growing to dread it. Fear it, even. Because she had me dangling off the edge of admitting it all to her right there, one slip away from slinging my arms over her shoulders and letting her hold me as I shed every last tear I had stored inside of me.

"It's nothing serious, really." I looked down with a forced smile, hoping she'd just let it go. Though, deep down, there was this desperate cry inside of me, begging for her to continue prodding until I had no other option but to spill everything. All I needed was that one final shove off the cliff to get these unbearable secrets off my chest.

"Y/NN," she said sadly, rubbing her thumb across my cheek. "Is this about the kiss?" Her question made my heart grow ten times heavier in my chest and my eyes darted up to meet hers in surprise. How did she know?

"What, no! Of course not," I rushed out, feeling much too exposed for my own liking. If anything, I was preparing to explain the entire situation to her myself—if I did end up caving. I never could've expected her to know precisely what was bothering me. It made me feel ridiculous. Did I really make it that obvious? But Siyeon wasn't looking at me in a degrading or amused way. In fact, the look in her eyes was so frighteningly sympathetic and understanding that I was almost totally convinced she might even be struggling with the same sort of dilemma. At the thought that I wasn't alone in my suffering, my nose started burning, warning of oncoming tears threatening to fall and expose everything I've tried so tirelessly to conceal. Did she really understand?

"Oh, jagi," Siyeon frowned when she noticed my eyes turn glassy and my bottom lip quiver. The reality that the kiss I was crying over probably meant nothing to anyone else but me made me feel pathetic, yet Siyeon never once seemed to judge me. "Come here," she said, giving me no possible option to refuse her offer of consolation. I obeyed anyways as she gently guided me over to the couch, losing all strength to refuse once the onset of my breakdown approached.

The back of my thighs barely touched the cushions before the older member was pulling me into her chest. That was enough to crack through the dam stifling my endless pool of tears, and now there was nothing to keep them from flowing freely. "It's okay," Siyeon cooed softly, rubbing my back in soothing circles as I cried into her shirt. "I know. It's okay," she reassured and repeated the same phrase over again for the next few minutes, allowing me plenty of time to get everything out.

When the tears began to subside, sobs dwelling to quiet sniffles, Siyeon turned to grab something. I sat up and watched as she pulled a tissue from a box on the coffee table. Without saying anything, she turned to hold my chin and started wiping the tears off my cheeks. As I watched her face, the noticeable shiny glint in her eyes and the way her jaw clenched while she took in my (probably pitiful) appearance hinted that she was likely fighting back tears of her own. Guilt twisted in my gut knowing that I was being selfish burdening her with my pain and not even considering the hurt it might have caused her to see me in such a state.

"I'm sorry," I croaked out, grabbing her wrist.

Siyeon halted her actions, eyes flicking up to mine. "Don't apologize." Her voice was firm, but not angry. "Especially for this."

I shook my head. Why did she have to be so selfless? "You should be sleeping right now, not having to deal with this," I motioned to myself.

She put the tissue down and grabbed my hands, pulling me closer to her. "If you really think I could sleep peacefully right now knowing how you feel, then you must not know me that well." A gentle smile pulled at her lips and her voice softened, "I'd do this every night in a heartbeat if that's what you needed." The sincerity in her words had me on the brink of tears once more. There was no doubt in my mind that she meant every word she said.

I pouted. "Quit it," I mumbled, letting go of her hand to shove her shoulder. "You're gonna make me cry again." My words had her laughing. Feeling a bit more relieved after shedding some of the tears I had bottled up, I was able to laugh with her.

As our laughter died down, Siyeon leaned into me, showing off her beautiful smile. I admired it, feeling a swell of pride in my heart knowing I was the cause of it. It was honestly kind of unbelievable. Here I was, interrupting her sleep and ruining her shirt, yet I was also somehow the one making her laugh and bringing her joy. How could I be so lucky to find myself on the receiving end of such unconditional love? And how could I possibly consider myself deserving after feeling like such a burden?

Siyeon's forehead met mine, drawing me from my thoughts. As if the contact allowed her to hear my thoughts, she caressed my cheek and washed my worries away with three simple words. "I love you." It came out as a whisper, almost like she was telling me a secret. That stubborn spark of hope that I had tried so hard to stomp out the past few days ignited while we shared a moment staring into each other's eyes. The absolute last thing I needed right now was another intimate moment that I'd spend hours on end reading too much into—considering how that ended up with the whole Bora thing—but I could already feel my heart clutching onto those words and savoring the loving look in her eyes as if they were the blood that kept it pumping.

A breath unevenly slipped past my lips when Siyeon finally pulled away, giving me space. I relaxed back into the couch, straightening myself out and staring down at my hands in my lap to avoid her gaze. She shifted, angling her body and propping her head up with her elbow on the back of the couch to look at me.

"So," she trailed off, "do you want to talk about it?" Her voice was delicate, like she was afraid she'd speak too loud or say the wrong thing that would send me into another breakdown or scare me off entirely.

I hummed in indecision while I distracted myself, playing with the two adjustable strings dangling from the waistband of my sweatpants. The longer I debated it, the more I started to doubt how Siyeon would actually react. What if she just assumed I liked Bora? Or what if she doesn't think it's that at all? How would she really feel if I told her I was in love with seven different people? Any normal person would think I was insane.

Her right hand cut my thoughts short, laying on top of both of mine to stop my fidgeting. "What if I start?" she offered when I made eye contact with her.

I couldn't be sure what she possibly had to say, but, in my mind, it seemed like a better option than going first. So I agreed. "Okay," I swallowed thickly, suddenly feeling the nerves creeping back in. Now I was regretting not grabbing that bottle of water.

Siyeon released her head from her left hand and sat up straight, using both hands to grab one of mine and started softly pinching the back of it. I just hoped she didn't notice how cold my fingertips had gotten or the goosebumps that riddled my skin. "I think I have an idea of what you're going through, and I don't ever want you to feel like you have to hide this from us."

The words hit me all at once and the racing thoughts that followed were overwhelming. I was so busy trying to figure out what she thought she knew, I couldn't even appreciate how sweet her words were. She seemed to hit the nail on the head, but what she said could've applied to almost anything. There was still no way she could've known I was in love with all of them, let alone one of them.

I found myself struggling to respond. "But, this is..." my eyebrows furrowed as I focused my attention on the couch under us, face flushing at the idea of giving away too much. "This is different."

"I know," she responded immediately, as if she expected that exact reply out of me, drawing my eyes up to her. "I see the way you look at us," her voice was cautious but it didn't stop my pulse from racing, "and how you react when we touch you." Oh god, I was so obvious.

I couldn't help but feel embarrassed and panicked all at the same time. "Unnie-"

"It's okay," she cut me off, placing her hand on my waistband. "You don't have to be shy," she whispered, scooting closer. The proximity had me burning up. I had to turn my head away from her in order to focus my thoughts.

Alarm bells were ringing in my mind, alerting me that my secret had been found out. But which one? She couldn't know the whole truth, could she? No. She had to be talking about my attraction to women. "It's-" I hesitated. Was I really ready to tell her? "It's not just that." An unsteady breath left my mouth.

"Jagi, I know. We know," she emphasized. "Maybe the younger members haven't made it as obvious, but surely you've seen the way we look at you, too."

...there's no way. I must've misheard...

"I thought our flirting made it pretty obvious," Siyeon said lowly, slipping her hand under my shirt to rub her fingers against my stomach, but I was unable to react to any of it.

"You flirt with everyone," I mumbled subconsciously, my brain slowly breaking down in its spastic attempt to process everything hitting me at once. She knew.

Her warm laugh filled the room, momentarily startling me out of my mental breakdown, "okay, fair point." Right about now, I was ready to wake up in bed and realize this entire thing was a dream. It even felt like one when I started to get lightheaded. Siyeon leaned in even closer, fingers dipping dangerously below my waistband, inches away from turning this moment into something exponentially more intimate. "But it's different with you," she whispered, making the skin under her hand burn as a fire began to flare up between my legs.

My mind wouldn't give in, refusing to let me accept this as reality and bask in it like I'd wanted to for so long. It all felt wrong. She shouldn't even know, let alone be okay with it, let alone confirm my delusions??? This wasn't right. Where was the lack of acceptance, the judgement, the disgust? No normal person reacted this way. She couldn't actually mean it.

I tilted my head up, searching her eyes frantically for any sign of dishonesty. "How are you so okay with this?" I asked in disbelief. "It's unnatural. Y-you should be freaked out by it!" I stuttered as I felt the emotion choking me up again.

"It's not unnatural at all," Siyeon said, voice laced with sadness once she started to realize how I felt. "And why would I be freaked out by it?" How could you not be? How is it not unnatural?

How could you be so accepting of something that I've hated myself for feeling for the last two years?

"It- it's wrong, Siyeon," I whispered, a single tear sliding down my cheek.

In the blink of an eye, she was grabbing my chin and wiping the sadness away. "You love us," she emphasized softly, staring into my eyes, "how is there anything wrong with that?"

Those words made my heart clench painfully in my chest. They were ones that I needed to hear all along, ones that I should've been telling myself this whole time, but they were also ones that my mind still rejected, over and over again. I looked down. "But what would someone think if they found out?"

"No one has to know except for us. And it wouldn't matter anyways." Siyeon shook her head, closing her eyes for a moment as if looking for the right words to say. When she opened them again, I saw a universe of stars in them as specs of light bounced off their now teary exterior and I felt an equally limitless amount of love radiating from them. "All that matters is that you're happy. That we're happy. And I won’t let anything get in the way of that."

I stayed silent, really, truly allowing myself to soak in her words. She was right. Even my mind couldn't argue with that one. The ultimate goal was to be happy. To make them happy. Why would I possibly refuse when that happiness was right at the tip of my fingers?

Choking back my tears, I tried to keep my hopes low and remain realistic. "How do you even know it's really what the other members want?" I whispered weakly, no longer caring if I sounded insecure. All my cards were out on the table now, there was no point in trying to hide from her any longer.

"Honestly, I don't for sure. That's something you'll have to figure out on your own." She frowned sympathetically. Regret was already starting to sneak in and the idea of being rejected or having to choose between any of them had my heart aching. "But, you know, Bora hasn't stopped talking about you since that night," Siyeon's lips turned up in amusement.

"What?" I blurted out.

"She's been acting like it didn't affect her, but I know it did. She just won't admit it out loud." Everything that came out of her mouth was sounding less and less believable by the second. Had Bora really been thinking about the kiss as much as I had? "And Minji," Siyeon let out a short chuckle, "Minji is so clearly jealous. It's funny how they try to act indifferent. It's pointless, really. They're so painfully obvious." Minji... was actually jealous?

For the sake of my rapidly and unrightfully inflating ego, I hoped Siyeon wasn't making all of this up. Although, the thought of Bora and Minji fighting over me had me feeling overwhelmingly hot and I was beginning to think this was gonna be way more than I could actually handle. I never prepared for this, because it so surely seemed like a massively far-fetched fantasy... yet here it was, very quickly becoming a reality.

Even faster than I realized when I dared to ask, "And you?"

"Me?" Siyeon smiled, leaning in again. I kept eye contact, heart beating unusually fast as her finger traced my jawline. "Honestly, I'm a little disappointed you gave Bora your first kiss." Her low tone of voice left me feeling dizzy. I couldn't even say anything, frozen like a deer in headlights. Taking advantage of my stillness, she scooted even closer, making it hard to breathe. "Mm," she hummed, her lips ghosting over mine, "you really do get nervous around me, don't you?" She smirked and I subconsciously squeezed my thighs together, clenching my jaw in an attempt to distract my mind from the way she was making me feel.

My silence was enough confirmation for her, giving her the last final push to lean in. All the oxygen was sucked out of my lungs at the sensation of her lips meeting mine. I had been waiting for this moment for so long and somehow I still wasn't prepared for it to actually happened. With Bora, it was short-lived and I had been the one to initiate it. But with Siyeon, her own control and choices were variables that I could've never even considered. And the concept that she started this and that she was kissing me out of her own want made this feel so much better than I ever thought it could. The way she kissed me slowly, savoring every single second, and cherishing the taste and feeling of my lips against hers.

I could tell she was feeling the same when I backed away for a second to catch my breath and she was quick to chase my lips. I held onto her shirt as her hands clutched the sides of my face possessively, her thumbs resting on my jawline. I could feel her staggered breathing against my skin—telling me her heart was racing—while her lips captured mine over and over again in a mind-numbing rhythm. Now I was beginning to think her description of Minji more accurately suited herself. It seemed like Siyeon was jealous of Bora and couldn't wait until she finally got her turn to claim me as her own.

Eventually though, air became a problem, causing her to release my lips. I grabbed her hands that were holding my face while we both fought to catch our breath. She looked down at me, instantly smiling when she saw how affected I was. I felt shy under her gaze and released her hands to plunge into her embrace. She held me tightly as I clutched the back of her shirt, laying my head on her shoulder. A small laugh escaped her mouth, "you're cute."

I whined into her shoulder, "I'm not cute."

"Oh, really?" She teased, the hint of a smile still evident in her voice.

I lifted my head to look at her, hoping it was dark enough so that she couldn't see the blush on my face. "Yeah really," I reciprocated her smile, staring her down and probably failing miserably at looking intimidating.

I watched as she dropped her hands to my waist and moved to rest mine around her neck. "Then prove it," she whispered, cocking her eyebrow in the most attractive way possible.

My stomach bubbled with nervous-excitement once I realized where this was probably leading. Trying to fight a smile, I bit my lip as my eyes darted down to her mouth. From my actions, her tongue swiped out over her own lips to wet them. Before she ever even gave me a chance to act, she was pushing me down onto the couch and taking her place on top of me. Her hand reached out to grab my chin and her thumb moved my bottom lip from my teeth.

"Don't do that," she said lowly in a way that made the pit of my stomach burn. "Unless you want me to do this." One of her hands made its way to the inside of my thigh and she squeezed down, making me gasp in surprise. She seized her opportunity to lean in and slip her tongue past my parted lips. The sensation of it swiping boldly across my own tongue had me clutching her neck for support, feeling myself growing slick just inches above where her hand was placed. I was so shocked that I couldn't do anything in return. I had absolutely no idea what I was supposed to do anyways.

She could probably feel my hesitance because she finished with a kiss and pulled back to look at me. I immediately felt the need to explain my tenseness, "I'm sorry, I don't know what to-"

"It's okay," she let out a small laugh and smiled at me. I avoided her eyes, a bit ashamed by my inexperience since she clearly seemed to know what she was doing. "Hey," she whispered gently, releasing my thigh and using her hand to turn my head to face her, "there's no reason to be embarrassed." Her eyes looked so caring in that moment and I wondered how someone could be so perfect.

I smiled, feeling more shy by the second. "I know, I've just never done this before and you clearly have, so I felt the need to-"

She cut off my rambling, "Hey, hey. I know, it's okay," she laughed, finding my nervousness endearing. Her hand started combing through my hair while she waited for me to relax again. "I have to admit, I'm regretting dating that girl in high school right now because the idea of experiencing all of your firsts with you sounds really fucking romantic," she let out a laugh again, and I couldn't stop the massive grin on my face. Now I was convinced she was actually perfect... or a mind-reader, because she knew exactly what to say to make me fall even harder for her. Before she could continue, I pulled her down to steal a kiss. That seemed like a better way to express how I felt about what she said anyways. Plus, it made her laugh happily and steal another kiss back.

Once she was satisfied, she released my lips to finish what she wanted to say. "But now I'm starting to think the idea of me teaching you is way hotter," she said seriously. I laughed lightly, grateful she could so easily make my nerves go away.

"You want to be my teacher?" I teased, raising my hand to brush my thumb against her thick, bottom lip. She leaned into my touch, her lips parting and her nose grazing mine as she struggled to restrain herself. My throat went dry when an intimidating look flashed across her eyes. It was way more satisfying than I expected seeing her have such a visceral reaction to me. Now I was beginning to understand exactly why they enjoyed teasing me so much. If I knew Siyeon was really this affected by every little thing I did to her, I would've been doing it for years.

"Yes," she breathed out against my lips with such desperation that I couldn't help but smirk. "You have no idea how much I want you."

With no time to even process what she just said, her lips crashed back into mine. Now I knew I was reaping the rewards for my teasing when her kisses were no longer slow and gentle. My hands threaded through her hair while she made out with me, and her own found their way under my shirt. With the stimulating feeling of her fingers traveling teasingly up my abs, I made the mistake of parting my lips once more, granting Siyeon's tongue access to my mouth. Still not knowing what to do, I instinctively pushed her away.

"Unnie-" I mumbled.

"It's okay, baby," she said, breathless, "just relax and follow my lead, okay?"

She kissed me again before letting me reply, "Okay." And then she was back at it, swiping her tongue across my bottom lip, silently asking me for permission. So I let her have it and gripped her neck tightly at the way her warm, slick tongue was making all the blood in my body rush to my core.

She kept going, her tongue exploring a different part of my mouth every time it entered before retreating out to be replaced by her lips. After just a couple times, I felt more comfortable, and allowed my tongue to meet hers. Siyeon rewarded me with a hum of pleasure and handed off the control. She let me experiment, practicing exactly what she did to me on her. I quickly learned that the addicting sensation of my tongue inside of her mouth gave me a sickeningly intense feeling of power and had me turned on to such a degree that it was borderline embarrassing. After that, getting to be the one in charge evolved from really terrifying to way too enjoyable. Something about someone as experienced as Siyeon letting me do whatever I wanted to her was so undeniably hot.

When I finally seemed to get the hang of it, we both pulled back, panting heavily. Though, Siyeon wasn't quite finished yet, trading my lips for my jawline. She slowly planted kisses from the edge of my chin all the way to my ear and I could feel her sporadic breaths bouncing off my skin the entire way. It was like she wasn't satisfied unless her lips were on me. She couldn't get enough of me and it had me wondering if she had imagined this moment a million times before just like I had.

"You're being such a good girl for me," she praised suddenly, sending a shockwave of pleasure through my body.

"Fuck, Siyeon," I whimpered quietly out of instinct, though I knew there was no way she wasn't going to hear it with my mouth just a few inches away from her ear.

"Mm, you like when I call you that, baby?" Her voice came out husky as she gripped my thigh, biting down on my earlobe.

I inhaled sharply, instinctively arching my back off the couch, pressing our chests together. "Oh my god," I breathed out, dripping with arousal.

Siyeon groaned quietly at my reaction. "You sound so fucking sexy, babygirl," she mumbled against my skin.

"This can't be real," I said, making Siyeon chuckle lowly as she started kissing down my neck. "I have to be dreaming right now."

She finally stopped what she was doing and leaned back over my face, "Are you saying you often dream of me doing things like this to you?" The smirk on her face made my stomach twist.

"Unnie, please," I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to calm my heartbeat. If I ever wanted it to resume it's normal rhythm, there's no way I could look at Siyeon's face ever again after hearing those words leave her lips.

She laughed lightly, "you're overwhelmed."

"Thanks for pointing out the obvious," I replied uneasily, only making Siyeon let out a few more quiet laughs before running her fingers through my hair again and kissing my cheek, probably hoping it might help calm me down. "How are you not?" I tried to open my eyes but the second I saw her unrealistically attractive features, I had to close them again. "God, this is way too fucking much for any normal human being to handle."

"I think this is the most I've heard you curse in your entire life," she laughed. I just pulled her down into me, wrapping my legs around her waist. She adjusted her head to answer my question. "And I am overwhelmed, my reaction is just less in the form of almost passing out and more in the form of wanting to kiss you." That finally made me laugh and I turned my head to rest it on hers.

It was quiet for a moment while we stayed locked in each other's embrace and I was sure she could feel my heart pounding like a sledgehammer against my rib cage. Her hands now at the small of my back felt like fire against my skin and I remembered back to what she said a few seconds ago.

"Yes," I answered out of the blue.

She tilted her head back to look at me, "what?"

I finally opened my eyes and scooted to the side so that I could turn my head to look at her face-to-face. The image of her in that moment almost made me turn away. Somehow her slightly messy hair and flushed face made her look a million times sexier than I ever thought possible. It definitely didn't help when I remembered everything she had previously whispered in my ear. I took a deep breath, focusing on my fingers resting against her jawline rather than her eyes so I wouldn't forget how to speak. "You asked if that meant I often dream of you doing things like this to me... and the answer is yes," I explained, the nerves now more evident in my voice.

Without even looking at her entire face, the pull of a smile on her cheek reassured me that I hadn't admitted too much. "Good to know I'm not the only one," she mumbled, pulling my gaze to her eyes. She didn't appear to be lying, maybe a bit timid, but definitely not untruthful. Her eyes stayed on mine as we both started to realize how real this was. It was a relief finally knowing I wasn't completely crazy for feeling the way that I did and that she felt the same. Although, the thought of her picturing me in certain situations suddenly hit me and I felt incredibly shy again, reaching out to grab the collar of her shirt so I could pull her into me.

"What?" She giggled as I hid my face in her neck.

"You're going to be the death of me, Lee Siyeon," I groaned.

"Man, and you haven't even made it to the other six yet," she said seriously.

"Jesus Christ," I spoke in English, eliciting the loudest laugh from Siyeon yet.

The concept of having to go through all of this again with six other members was driving me insane. In that moment, I nearly concluded that it'd be better for my sanity if I just stuck with Siyeon (even though that alone was still detrimental to my sanity).

"Come here," she grabbed my neck loosely and gently pushed me back. "You know, you never said it back to me," she pouted. It took me a minute to understand what she meant, but I eventually remembered.

I looked deep into her eyes, finally letting all of the feelings soak in. And, after tonight, there was no doubt in my mind that my next statement was true, "I love you."

Siyeon beamed, looking over at me like I was the most precious thing in the world to her, and pulled me in for another kiss. This one was unlike the others. It was delicate and sweet and I knew it meant so much more than just a kiss. It conveyed everything she was feeling for me in ways that words couldn't. So I cherished it as if it were my last.

The sentimental moment didn't last long though, a less shocked and more disappointed voice breaking through the silence, "I should've known this is what you were up to." We drew apart, both looking up in surprise, unable to conceal our obvious guilt, finding Minji standing a few feet away with her hands on her hips. Even with the lack of lighting in the room, I could make out the expression of disapproval on the leader's face, like a mother who just caught her teenage daughter in bed with a boy. Realizing her eyes were on Siyeon, I felt somewhat relieved that I wasn't the victim of her scolding... until her gaze shifted to me and hardened in a way that sent chills up my spine.

She really was jealous and I had a good feeling I was just seconds away from reaping the consequences of making out with someone who wasn't her.

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A/N: I might post more parts to this with the other members eventually if I ever find the time to write for it.

**This oneshot was transferred over from my Wattpad account OT5Stan4Life**

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let-them-read-fics · 2 years ago

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Cloud Nine

Pairing: Dami x Fem!8thMember!Reader

Warnings / Misc. -- Smut, Public Sex, A Little Fluff

Word Count: 3,218

Summary: With the next leg of tour in full swing and lots of places to be, you’re inevitably faced with a daunting red eye flight. Dami – paired with you for the ride – attempts to make the best out of a bad situation.

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: The NDA cover that Dami did with Yooh... dear god, does it have a hold on me. Anyways 🤠 I hope you enjoy this piece! Let me know what you think, and don’t forget to drink some water today! :)

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The ambience of planes has never once failed to fascinate you.

So many people, so many stories, mingling and intersecting for a point in time that some would remember forever and others would rather choose to forget. Children, adults; first time flyers, seasoned vets. Some having the best day of their lives while others were experiencing their worst.

A bunch of shooting stars converging, waiting to pass one another for what was likely the first and last time.

With so much… humanity… packed into one space, your mind tended to give into the romantics. It made you feel small, in the grand scheme of things, but just as important all the same. Every unique experience being lived around you could come together to share this one, unifying moment.

Well, perhaps calling it a “moment” would understate the grueling twelve hour journey you were embarking on…

But regardlessly, within that, you found true beauty.

The thing to break you from your pleasant reverie was the hushed sound of an attendant’s voice over the intercom, providing a time check and announcing that the cart of refreshments would be brought around shortly.

You peeked out of the window at your side, taking one last look at the velvety night sky before pulling the cover down and turning away.

Dami’s eyes were shut and her arms were crossed at her chest; she was resting peacefully, just like a majority of the other travelers. The personal lights above everyone’s seats were all dimmed, basking the cabin in comfortable darkness. Some passengers employed the use of the small televisions mounted against the backs of the seats in front of them, and sparse illumination came from others that were on their phones or tablets as well.

But for the most part, the darkness won out.

You watched as a few people woke up, some on their own and others prompted by a jab from their friends or family sitting next to them. They wiped the sleep from their eyes and stretched, reaching down to retrieve their wallets from their carry-ons so that they could buy some snacks.

You pondered for a moment, deciding on whether or not you should wake Dami up. She looked far too comfortable for you to do so and keep a clear conscience, and you knew she needed the rest anyway; the first few stops of the tour had drained her a bit more than she had prepared for.

So you resolved to buy something for her instead. You already knew the foods that she preferred, after all, and she could eat them whenever she naturally woke up. It was a win-win in your mind.

Upon rifling through your bag and grabbing some of the cash you had stashed away, you took a second to admire her. The curve of her face was visible in the low light, soft and as pretty as always, and a small pout pulled at her lips, making her cheeks puff out slightly. It truly took every ounce of self control you possessed to refrain from poking them; but you prevailed in the end.

Her chest rose and fell softly, lulled and gentle like waves lapping on a shore. It brought you comfort just seeing her like that, so cozy and peaceful. She deserved every second of it.

“Miss?” An approaching, hushed voice asked, addressing you.

You raised your head and were met with a pleasant smile from one of the attendants. The aisle’s sidelights were on at her feet, ensuring that her movements were well guided.

“Would you like some refreshments?” She pulled the cart into view and pressed a button, turning the lights of it on so that you could see what each tier had to offer.

You made quick work of choosing and paying, and before long she was quietly thanking you and handing over all of your goodies. Once you successfully got them all and unlocked the small tray attached to the seat in front of you, you pulled it down over your lap and laid everything out to sort.

A minute or so later, once your work was done, you sat back with a happy sigh and snuck a glance at Dami.

Although you had failed to notice it in your previously busy state, it became apparent that she had shifted closer to you. She was curled up a little more, and turned on her side, facing you. It awarded you a perfect vantage point for viewing the subtle smile on her lips; clearly whatever she was dreaming about was good, and that made you happy.

One of her hands had fallen onto the armrest, with her palm upturned towards the ceiling. It peeked out of her sweater paw, tempting you.

You succumbed to your weakness and reached over, carefully intertwining your fingers with her own.

She reacted on instinct, still fully asleep; her hand curled into your slightly warmer one, and a quiet noise of contentment left her. She moved closer once again, and before you knew it her head had found its way to your shoulder, nestling there. Her warm breath fanned out across your neck, almost tickling.

Snacking, you decided, could wait a while. Sleep was creeping up on you, anyway, and moving was no longer an option.

You eased your head down atop hers and settled a little more in the seat, getting comfortable for the both of you. Your eyes fluttered shut as the smell of her shampoo washed over you, and you gently rubbed your cheek against her soft hair, allowing sleep to begin dragging you under.

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When you awoke a few hours later, things in the cabin were slightly busier than before. A few more people had rejoined the world of the conscious, and glimmers of hazy, early morning sunlight attempted to shine their way in through the plane’s oval windows.

The tray across your lap had been cleared off and returned to its vertical position, providing room for you to comfortably move around and stretch the tension from your muscles. A blanket was draped over your body as well, courtesy of Dami.

You blinked the sleep from your eyes and lifted your head from her shoulder, finding that somewhere along the way you had traded positions with her. She looked over at you, and her face neared yours in the process.

“Sleep well, baby?” She smiled sweetly, pushing her glasses up a little higher on the bridge of her nose.

You nodded, still not fully alert yet. The fog of sleep weighed heavily on your mind and clouded your senses. Perhaps that explained why when you felt something soft and warm against your thigh, tucked away beneath the blanket, you didn’t immediately register it as her hand.

You peeked over at her illuminated phone screen and discovered that she was in the middle of reading a book.

“How long have you been up?” The question came out as a groggy mumble.

Judging by the opened bag of gummies tucked away in her seat pocket, you guessed it had been at least a few minutes. You were glad to know that she liked what you got her.

Her lips pursed in thought. “Not long. Maybe half an hour or so.”

“Good. I know you needed it.”

“Yeah?” She grinned. “You were out like a light, too, you know.”

Your face twisted into an anticipatory grimace at that. “Did I snore?”

Her head shook lightly as she removed her glasses and put them in her bag, and you visibly relaxed.

“No, sweetheart. But you did get a little fidgety,” she revealed. “I was afraid you were having a nightmare.”

“What made you think that?”

She shot a quick glance around before moving a little closer to you. “Well, for one, you kept saying my name. And it sounded desperate, too, like something big was about to happen.”

Warmth rushed to your cheeks as her explanation sent realization crashing down onto you.

“And you squirmed in your seat, too,” she continued, seemingly oblivious to your embarrassment.

“But when I touched you, you stopped.” She shrugged, and the movement caused her hand to move a little. Her knuckles brushed against your center, just light enough to draw your attention.

“Dami…” you started, before lowering your voice a bit more to spare your own pride, “...I don’t think that was a nightmare.”

When you pulled away enough to get a good look at her face, you witnessed a sinister change take place.

“No?” She toyed, using the lilt in her voice to further tease you. “What else could it have been, then?” The innocence in her smile disappeared, opting instead to rebrand itself as arrogance.

“You already know,” you muttered, blushing a little harder and turning your head away.

Although things in the cabin were more active than before, concealment and deniability were made available by the relative darkness that still remained. It was a decent remedy for your shyness, and you silently thanked your lucky stars for it.

And, for what it was worth, Dami was making sure to keep her voice hushed and her movements covered. Her aim wasn’t to make this unenjoyable for you; she just simply lived for teasing you every now and again… and she couldn’t deny that the thought of public play with you did something to her.

“Mmm,” she hummed, unconvinced. “I don’t think I do, jagi. You’ll have to tell me.”

Her hand worked a little higher on your thigh, caressing the sensitive skin there. Hidden desire guided it, leading her to pull your legs apart a little more and grant herself better access.

But you stopped her, quickly encircling your fingers around her wrist and preventing her from continuing.

“Don’t start something that we can’t finish.”

She chuckled to herself at that.

“Who says we can’t?” She asked, entirely serious, as she brought her face near yours again. Her eyes flitted across your features, taking their time to study them before eventually falling to your lips. Her tongue unconsciously poked out and slid across her own.

“That bathroom is not big enough for us to fuck in.” You asserted.

“I can make you cum right here, Y/N/N. No need to even get up.” She stated lowly, her deep voice full of husky confidence. You drew in a sharp breath at her forwardness, and she noticed the change.

When you shied away again, she took the opportunity to lean in and press a kiss to your neck. Her lips were pillowy against your sensitive skin – soft enough to tickle, even, had the stifling tension between you been absent.

Warmth radiated from her, beaconing you closer. She was right there. She wanted you. She could take you in under five minutes, too, probably, considering how worked up you were already becoming. She could make you feel so good…

Who were you to deny yourself something so perfect?

Your grip on her wrist loosened, slowly but surely, as you handed control back over to her and submitted to whatever fate she had planned.

She kissed the area just below your jawline while simultaneously spreading your legs apart again. Their innocent trembling was obvious – you were inexperienced with sex in this sort of setting – but it only made her smile and fall for you a little more.

"You're precious, jagi," she complimented. "I've got you; don't worry. Just let me help," she coaxed, kissing you again between the words. She switched hands in order to offer a better angle, and you sighed helplessly at the feeling of her fingers fully rubbing up and down your clothed center.

“Go slow,” you pleaded, briefly peering over her shoulder.

Relaxed movements would be easier to cover up if you got caught.

The upturn of her lips against your neck was obvious. “Remember this moment when you’re begging me to speed up,” she teased.

“Just shut up and fuck me.”

She tutted, “You know, maybe you need another nap–”

“Yubin.” Your voice was sharp, full of warning. The two of you truly bickered like a married couple sometimes.

“Alright, Y/N/N,” she giggled a little against your skin, and you felt a small smile growing on your face, too, in time with the roll of your eyes.

Her hand finally slid into your panties, putting distance between your wet skin and the ruined material. When her fingertips parted your folds, she felt just how much arousal awaited her; a quiet, surprised groan slipped out of her mouth at the sensation, and you blushed a little harder in response. She tended to be the quiet type during sex, so even the most subtle of her sounds made your heart pump a bit faster.

“I knew you’d be wet, but this much?” She whispered breathlessly, sounding amazed as she collected more of your slick and circled your clit with her thumb. She toyed with you, fully enjoying the way your body responded so easily to her.

“All your fault.” You struggled out.

Without any further warning, two of her fingers slid into your entrance.

Your walls fluttered in response, enveloping them in their warmth in an attempt to coax them in further. One of your hands instinctively reached out and tangled in the front of her shirt, pulling her in, and the other grasped helplessly at the armrest that it laid across.

“Still so tight, Y/N,” she sighed at how soft you were – how smooth. Her fingers pulled out almost completely, curling on their way, before she eased them back in. She wanted so badly to see you spread out, dripping for her; but she settled, opting instead to focus on every little movement and sound you made as her mind filled itself with images.

A slow grind took control of your hips, aiming to lessen the ache. The motion brought her palm into contact with your swollen clit, and when she noticed, she decided to help. She rubbed it, applying a delicious kind of pressure that made your legs shake a little.

Her free hand grabbed your chin and turned your head, forcing you to look at her. Through the dark, she watched your brows knit together in pleasure. Before you had the chance to bite your lip, you felt hers sliding across it, trapping it between her own.

She kissed you passionately, greedily swallowing up the moan that you let out into her mouth and adding the smallest bit of speed to her movements.

The seat made a squeak beneath you – a product of your grinding growing sloppy. Your fingers weakly tightened in her shirt as you fought your inhibitions; it felt too good to stop or slow down, but you ran the risk of selling yourselves out at this rate.

She bit your lip and pulled away, allowing you a moment to breathe.

“Yu–”

Her name cut off abruptly in your throat when her fingers went even deeper, brushing up against your most sensitive spot in the process. Your thighs clamped around her hand in a desperate attempt to keep her in place and prevent her from slipping away.

“Fuck,” she cursed harshly. “You’re doing so well, baby.”

You pulsed around her at that, and both of you felt it. Sensuality ruled her every move, commanding them just as she commanded your body; but beyond it – beyond that languid, brewing passion – a real sense of need reigned supreme. She was just as desperate to get you to your high as you were to reach it.

Nothing was capable of turning her on as much as watching you come undone for her. The idea alone added a certain, sudden roughness to her movements that had your stomach flipping in excitement.

A kind of turbulence that you never wanted to end.

“Just a–” you sighed, biting back another moan, “...a little more. I’m getting close.”

She took your plea as an order, not stopping for a second. It was hard to restrain herself, but she fought against her more primal urge to pound into you. The tenderness was a nice change, she supposed, as you turned your head further to the side and the warm, flushed skin of your cheek pressed to hers. Your every subsequent whimper and whine traveled right to her ear – the most alluring kind of music.

How could you be so perfect?

“Come on, pretty girl. Make a mess for me.” She commanded lowly, feeling you teeter on the edge of ecstasy. The blanket barely covered her wanton ministrations now.

Somewhere ahead, further up the aisle, a man stood up from his seat. You could see it through the tiny gaps in between the chairs – small flashes of motion that indicated he was turning your way.

It sent an icy streak of panic through you, but, oddly, your body couldn’t stop. Though your mind was pleading to wait – to still Dami’s hand until the potential crisis was averted – your desire overruled it. You grabbed her wrist again, encouraging her to quicken her pace.

She raised a brow, looking between you and the approaching man. He was on his way to the restroom that resided a few rows behind you, she deduced.

“Baby…”

“Just keep going,” you whined, trembling.

She nodded and obediently followed your instructions.

Though being caught wasn’t something you necessarily wanted, the thrill of it brought on an undeniably arousing kind of shame.

Dami’s red cheeks would sell you out immediately, despite the futile excuse her kiss-bitten lips would still attempt to make. Your flushed skin and mussed clothes would further incriminate you, only worsened by her hand in your pants.

Truly, the risky environment excited you far more than you cared to admit. To know that she wanted you so badly in that moment that she didn’t care who knew – who saw – pushed you further and further towards the edge.

The passenger grew increasingly closer – now just a matter of a two or three rows away as he tiredly shuffled his way down the narrow walkway. He greeted a stray few people all the while, bidding them hello.

Dami leaned into you, pressing her lips to your neck. She kissed and sucked at the skin just below your pulsepoint, leaving a mark for you to admire later. She sped up her movements inside of you and eagerly rubbed your aching clit.

“Yubin, I’m–” you struggled out, tightly shutting your eyes.

“Cum, baby,” she directed.

Unable to hold out any longer, you let yourself go, falling into paradise. You sunk your teeth into her shoulder to muffle your whines, and she herself moaned at the sensation.

The man passed by mere seconds after, obliviously nodding in your direction as his eyes sought yours in the dark.

Your body was still tingling as it recovered from the high of your orgasm.

“Morning, ladies,” he said.

“Morning,” you both responded in unison, sounding so out of breath it made you laugh together afterward.

Once he had officially disappeared, you kissed the bite mark on Dami's shoulder as a silent way of apologizing. She smiled as she eased her fingers out of you, making more of a mess in your panties on the way.

“Told you I could get you off,” she whispered through a grin, and kissed your cheek.

You’d never been quite so grateful for the dark.

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datsmyji · 8 months ago

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Jihyun being dreamcatchers shameless maknae for 5 minutes (127k views)

Pairing: dreamcatcher x jihyun¡dreamcatchers 8th member

(Dr shifter moments I've turned into compilations)

ANTI SHIFTERS DNI

Warnings:none as of now

Sorry for any mistakes

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📍vid 1(when jihyun wanted to see suas face)

“Oh!sua unnie is calling should I answer it?” Jihyun asked the fans as she sat straight up in her studio chair showing her phone to the camera, after a bit of reading the comments she answered the call

“Hyun-ah!” Almost immediately sua’s voice rung through the speaker of the phone making jihyun smile as she said “sua unnie are you watching? Would you like to speak to insomnias?”

“Yess” sua eagerly said as the younger put the phone up to the camera to let her speak with fans and while sua did that her gaze flickered to the screen instead of seeing the girl she was met with her contact photo

“Ahhh unnie why is your camera off???” Jihyun interrupted as her eyebrows furrowed making her look really adorable

Sua laughed before saying “I’m barefaced right now” confusing the younger girl as she said without hesitation “okay? I miss your pretty face barefaced or not”

“Yah!” Jihyun looked cluelessly at the camera as sua flusteredly brushed off her comment

(🎥beepppppppppp)

📍vid 2(just jihyun being straightforward)

Jihyun,Jiu, and Siyeon all sat in their office on live as they talked and laughed with fans, now Jiu was explaining her favorite stage outfit as Siyeon read comments when Jihyun cut off Jiu

“Your lips are really pretty when you talk” making the leader pays in the middle of her sentence taken aback by the sudden statement

“What the- all of a sudden?” Siyeon keyed in just as shocked as Jiu by the maknae who goes back to reading comments

Siyeon gives the camera a confused look as a very red Jiu tries to continue talking

(🎥beeepppp)

📍vid 3(the time jihyun admitted being dreamcatcher pervert)

Jihyun is seen being reading comments calmly as soft music playing in the background of her studio as the girl answered fans every now and then when one caught her eye

“You are now dreamcatcher pervert” making her pause before letting out a scoff like laugh

“What???me?” Jihyun pointed at herself almost in disbelief before looking around scoffing with a smile

“Meeee???Pervert??” Dragging out the syllables for dramatic purposes jihyun then chuckled before looking at the camera as she says

“I mean you aren’t wrong” before laughing changing the subject

(🎥beeepppppp)

📍vid 4(when jihyun called dami her type)

“Yes it’s pretty late so I soon have to leave” jihyun pouted continuing her live smiling when particular funny comments showed up

As she was busy doing that a door is heard opening cause jihyun to turn to the noise behind the camera

“Ohhhh wow unnies so pretty“ jihyun said as a voice that sounded a lot like dami’s said “oh are you live?-“ the said girl must’ve made a move to leave cause jihyun almost immediately responded

“Yeah but don’t worry they can’t see you” the youngest eyes followed dami as she giggles not so subtly checking out her unnie before saying without shame “you are definitely my type unnie”

Dami must’ve paused as her voice is heard again “what- what are you saying?-“ jihyun just laughed before saying finding whatever’s behind the camera funny

“Ahh unnie you are flustered-“

(🎥beeeeeeeeepp)

📍vid 5(jihyun checking out handongs abs-)

Handong can be seen talking to the camera abt her current outfit for dreamcatchers note

Jihyun is standing next to her just listening while nodding but you can see her eyes flicker down to handongs stomach that’s exposed ever so often

After doing so for the teenth time handong caught her immediately covering her stomach

“Where are you looking?” To which jihyun doesn’t respond opting to instead smile at the girl before walking away leaving handong to say to the camera

“You guys saw that right? She’s such a pervert” before covering her mouth in a playful manner

(🎥bbbeeeeeeppppp)

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datsmyji · 6 months ago

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The name of my Dr: I have multiples but the one ill be talking about today is my "dreamcatcher 8th member Dr"

One image that reminds me of my Dr:

Song: https://youtu.be/enuYFtMHgfU?si=drWi6p0kEshhdgcT

Thing I'm looking forward to/obsessed with:

There's a scenario where I sneak out of the dorms late at night with my member gahyeon to get snacks and we end up getting caught in the rain but instead of immediately bolting back we enjoy it not caring about getting sick and I just look forward to it its one of my favorite ones <3being able to do something like that with one of my favorite people makes me happy,,

> Challenge for Shifters< (please please please join I love hearing about y'alls DRs)

Guideline (you don't have to do everything if you don't want to):

The name of your DR

One image that reminds you of your DR as a whole

One song that reminds you of your DR as a whole

One thing/scenario you're currently obsessed with

(this challenge is literally tailored around the fact that my main DR is my hyperfixation rn lol)

Doing it myself (Warning: My DR makes no sense to anybody other than me):

DR name: "I think I'll rot"

Image:

Song:

youtube

Thing I'm looking forward to/obsessed with:

I scripted a scenario where me, my best friend, and my s/o have a sleepover and stay up all night and scary stuff happens, and my little sister is in the other room watching Care Bears. I'm so excited to experience it and idk why.

Tagging people I think it would be cool if they did it (not forcing & anyone can join)

@oliver-shifts

@azula-karai-27

@jealousmartini

@realitycanbewhateveridesire

@catschasingstars

@mathisshiftss

@marisshifting

@gl4ssw1ngp1xy

@emptyki11y

@90sl0v

@accidentalshifter

@xandershifts

@livingsecret

@shiftlikesnow

@daughter-of-caine

@shifterbee

@cocozydiaries

@ningsols

@romanoffshifting

@shiftingwithmars

@moonyshifter

@zipperrants

@reiashiftsrealities

@shiftersroom

#shifting realities #desired reality #reality shifting #shiftblr #shifting community #reality shifter #shifting #shifters #kpop shifting #dreamcatcher shifting #dreamcatcher 8th member

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51faces · 3 months ago

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Inner Beauty

Dreamcatcher x 8th member

The sun cast a warm glow over Seoul as Y/N stood outside the towering entertainment agency building. Clutching her acceptance letter tightly, she took a deep breath. Today marked the beginning of her journey as the newest member of Dreamcatcher—a renowned K-pop group known for their unique sound and powerful performances.

As she stepped inside, the cool air of the lobby greeted her. Navigating through bustling staff members and trainees, she finally reached the practice room. Her heart pounded as she pushed open the door.

Seven pairs of eyes turned toward her.

"Ah, you must be Y/N!" Jiu, the leader, exclaimed with a radiant smile. "We've been waiting for you."

Y/N bowed deeply. "Hello, I'm Y/N. It's an honor to meet you all."

Sua bounced over, her energy infectious. "No need to be so formal! We're going to be sisters from now on."

Siyeon grinned. "Welcome to the family. Don't mind Sua; she's always this excited."

Handong approached with a gentle expression. "If you need help with anything, just let us know."

Yoohyeon winked playfully. "Especially if it's about avoiding extra practice."

Dami chuckled softly. "Don't listen to her. Hard work is key."

Gahyun smiled brightly. "Come on, we'll show you around!"

As they led her through the building, pointing out various studios and rooms, Y/N felt a mix of nerves and excitement. The members' warmth eased her anxiety, and she began to believe she might truly belong here.

Weeks flew by as Y/N immersed herself in intense training. Early mornings blended into late nights filled with dance rehearsals and vocal lessons. The other members were supportive, often staying behind to help her perfect challenging routines.

One evening, after a grueling practice, Y/N collapsed onto the dorm's living room couch. Curiosity nudged her to check the group's official social media. Her debut had been announced that day, and she eagerly read through the comments.

At first, the messages were encouraging:

"Can't wait to see what Y/N brings to Dreamcatcher!"

"Welcome to the family!"

But soon, the tone shifted:

"She doesn't fit their image."

"Why add someone who isn't as pretty as the rest?"

"Dreamcatcher was perfect without her."

Her chest tightened. The words blurred as tears welled up in her eyes. She quickly locked her phone and stared blankly ahead.

Jiu entered the room, noticing her distress. "Hey, Y/N, everything okay?"

Y/N forced a smile. "Yeah, just a bit tired."

Jiu sat beside her, concern evident. "You sure? You seem upset."

After a moment's hesitation, Y/N sighed. "I was reading some comments online. Some people think I don't belong."

Jiu gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "Don't pay attention to them. People are often harsh behind screens. What matters is that you're here because of your talent and hard work."

"I know, but it's hard not to let it get to me."

Jiu nodded understandingly. "I've been there. But remember, we're a team. Lean on us when you need to."

Despite her efforts to ignore the negativity, the hurtful comments became a constant shadow. During interviews, she could feel the unspoken questions. At fan events, she noticed subtle glances.

One afternoon, the group gathered for a photoshoot. As the photographer adjusted his lens, he murmured, "Y/N, tilt your head slightly to the left."

She complied, but he frowned. "Hmm, let's try a different angle."

Heat rushed to her cheeks as insecurity gnawed at her. Were the others noticing? Did they think she was ruining the shoot?

Afterward, in the dressing room, Sua noticed her silence. "You were great today!"

Y/N mustered a small smile. "Thanks."

Siyeon exchanged a glance with Handong. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine," Y/N insisted, quickly gathering her things.

As she exited, she overheard staff members whispering:

"She doesn't have the typical look."

"Maybe the company made a mistake."

Her steps quickened, the words echoing in her mind.

Back at the dorm, Y/N secluded herself in her room. The walls felt like they were closing in. She opened her laptop, hesitating before diving into online forums.

Threads upon threads criticized her:

"She's dragging the group's visuals down."

"Her talent doesn't make up for her looks."

"Why did they even pick her?"

A tear slipped down her cheek. The weight was becoming unbearable.

A soft knock interrupted her spiral. "Y/N? It's Yoohyeon. Can I come in?"

She hastily wiped her face. "Sure."

Yoohyeon entered, holding two mugs of hot chocolate. "Thought you might like some."

"Thanks."

They sat in silence for a moment before Yoohyeon spoke. "You know, when I first joined, I felt out of place too."

Y/N looked up. "You did?"

"Absolutely. I was convinced I wasn't good enough. But the others helped me see my worth. Let us do the same for you."

Y/N's gaze dropped to her mug. "It's just... hard to ignore what people say."

"I get it. But remember, those people don't know the real you. We do. And we think you're amazing."

A faint smile tugged at Y/N's lips. "Thank you, Yoohyeon."

"Anytime. And if you ever need to talk, I'm here."

Despite her bandmates' support, the negativity continued to consume Y/N. During rehearsals, she became increasingly withdrawn.

"Let's take it from the top," Dami suggested after Y/N missed a step.

Y/N nodded absently, her mind elsewhere.

As the music played, she stumbled again.

Gahyun paused the track. "Maybe we should take a short break."

"I'm fine," Y/N snapped, surprising everyone.

Sua approached cautiously. "We're just worried about you."

"Well, you don't need to be," Y/N retorted before storming out.

She wandered the city streets, the bright lights contrasting with the darkness she felt inside. Her phone buzzed with messages from the members, but she ignored them.

Finding herself at a quiet park, she sat on a bench, pulling her knees to her chest. Doubt and despair swirled within her.

"Maybe they'd be better off without me," she whispered.

Returning to the dorm late at night, Y/N found the lights off. Relieved, she headed to her room but paused when she heard hushed voices from the living room.

"She's not herself," Siyeon said softly.

"I wish she'd open up," Handong added.

"We need to find a way to help her," Jiu concluded.

Feeling a mix of guilt and isolation, Y/N retreated. Sleep evaded her as she tossed and turned, the voices in her head growing louder.

Unable to bear it, she grabbed her car keys and slipped out. The cool night air greeted her as she got into her car and started driving aimlessly.

Rain began to patter against the windshield. The city's neon signs blurred past as tears clouded her vision.

"Why am I not enough?" she cried, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

A sudden honk jolted her. Headlights blinded her as a truck veered into her lane. She swerved, but the wet roads betrayed her. The car skidded violently, crashing into a barrier.

The world went silent as darkness enveloped her.

Birds chirped outside the window as sunlight warmed Y/N's face. Her eyes fluttered open. Disoriented, she sat up, realizing she was in her room.

"But how?" she murmured. "Was it all a nightmare?"

She swung her legs over the side of the bed and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Stunned, she approached slowly.

Her reflection was different. Her features were refined, embodying every aspect of the societal beauty standards she'd been told she lacked.

"What... happened to me?"

Her phone buzzed with a message from Gahyun:

"Excited to meet you today! Welcome to Dreamcatcher!"

Confusion washed over her. Checking the date, she realized it was the day she was first introduced to the group.

"This can't be real."

Arriving at the company building, everything felt both familiar and new. The members greeted her with enthusiasm.

"Welcome, Y/N!" Sua cheered.

"Ready to embark on this journey together?" Dami asked.

Throughout the day, Y/N noticed subtle differences. Staff members were more attentive, fellow trainees offered compliments, and the photoshoot went seamlessly.

"You're a natural," the photographer praised.

During breaks, fans outside the building waved banners with her name. "We love you, Y/N!"

Her heart swelled. The acceptance she'd longed for was finally hers.

Weeks turned into months as Y/N embraced her new reality. Performances were met with overwhelming praise, endorsements flooded in, and her social media following skyrocketed.

"You're the talk of the town," Siyeon remarked during a rehearsal break.

Y/N laughed lightly. "It's all thanks to you guys."

Handong shook her head. "Don't be modest. You've worked hard."

Yet, amidst the success, a lingering unease settled in her chest. Memories of the crash and the pain she once felt began to surface.

One evening, she confided in Jiu while overlooking the city from the rooftop.

"Have you ever felt like something's not quite right, even when everything seems perfect?" Y/N asked.

Jiu pondered. "Sometimes, we chase after what we think we want, only to realize it's not what we needed."

Y/N sighed. "I thought that changing... everything... would make me happy. But I still feel empty."

"Maybe happiness comes from within, not from how others perceive us."

Y/N nodded slowly, her thoughts clouded with uncertainty.

As the date of her previous accident approached, Y/N's anxiety grew. She began experiencing vivid nightmares and moments of dizziness.

During a dance practice, she suddenly felt faint.

"Are you okay?" Yoohyeon asked, rushing to her side.

"Just a bit lightheaded," Y/N murmured.

"Maybe you should rest," Dami suggested.

"I'm fine," she insisted, pushing through.

But her condition worsened. Back at the dorm, she secluded herself, staring at her unfamiliar reflection.

"Who am I?" she whispered.

A knock on her door startled her. "Y/N, it's Gahyun. We haven't seen you all evening."

"Just need some time alone," she replied.

"Alright, but we're here if you need us."

Hours passed as she grappled with her thoughts. Overwhelmed, she decided to step outside for fresh air.

As she walked along a quiet street, the world around her began to blur. The dizziness intensified, and her heartbeat thundered in her ears.

The last thing she saw was the night sky spinning above her before everything went black.

The darkness was cold, heavy, and suffocating. Y/N felt herself floating, weightless and disconnected from reality. Faint whispers echoed around her, but she couldn't make out any words.

Suddenly, a light pierced through the void, and she found herself standing in an empty, endless white space. It felt dreamlike, yet unnervingly real.

"You’ve arrived," a voice spoke.

Y/N turned, her heart skipping a beat. A figure stood before her, shrouded in mist. Their form wasn’t human—an otherworldly presence emanated from them, something ancient and incomprehensible.

"W-What is this?" Y/N stammered, her voice trembling.

The figure stepped forward, their face obscured but their voice smooth and calm. "You’ve been living a lie, Y/N."

Her pulse quickened. "What do you mean?"

"You’ve been seeing what you want to see. What you think you need to see."

Y/N swallowed hard, fear creeping into her chest. "I don’t understand."

The figure raised a hand, and the mist swirled around them. "You wished to be beautiful, to be accepted. So, we granted you that wish. But it wasn’t real."

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat. "What do you mean? My face—"

The figure’s voice turned sharper, cutting through her thoughts. "The face you see is an illusion, a reflection of your deepest desire. In reality, nothing has changed."

Her mind raced, unable to process the words. "So… all this time, I’ve been… the same?"

"Yes," the figure replied. "To everyone else, you’ve always looked the way you did before. The only thing that changed was your perception of yourself."

Y/N’s legs felt weak, and she collapsed to her knees. "No… that can’t be true. People have treated me differently. I’ve been more confident. Everything’s been better."

"Confidence, Y/N," the figure said, almost gently now. "That’s what changed. Your belief in yourself gave you the strength to rise above the hate. Not your face."

Y/N sat there, her mind a storm of emotions. The hate, the despair, the constant doubt she had carried—it had been for nothing? Her reflection hadn’t changed. It was her belief that had carried her forward, not some supernatural transformation.

"But why… why did you do this?" she asked, her voice breaking.

The figure remained silent for a moment. "Because you needed to learn. You needed to see that beauty does not define worth. That your strength comes from within."

Tears brimmed in Y/N’s eyes. "So, all this time… I was the same person?"

"Yes," the figure whispered. "And now, the choice is yours. You can continue this illusion, or you can return to reality—with the knowledge that you were always enough."

Y/N’s heart pounded in her chest. The weight of the decision was crushing. Could she truly accept herself as she was? Could she go back to being the person she had been—the one who didn’t fit the mold?

"I…" she hesitated, the fear of facing the world as her true self rising like a tidal wave.

But then she thought of her members—Jiu, Sua, Siyeon, Handong, Yoohyeon, Dami, and Gahyun. They had always supported her, loved her, not for what she looked like, but for who she was. They had seen her pain, her struggle, and had been there, through it all.

"I want to go back," Y/N whispered, her voice trembling but resolute. "I want to be me. The real me."

The figure nodded slowly. "Very well. But remember, the hardest battle is with yourself. Confidence doesn’t come from others. It must come from within."

The world around her began to fade, the bright light dimming until Y/N was enveloped in darkness once more.

Y/N jolted awake, her body drenched in sweat. Her heart raced as she sat up, gasping for breath. The soft light of the early morning sun filtered through her bedroom window.

She blinked, looking around in confusion. Was it all a dream?

Her reflection in the mirror caught her eye, and she hesitated, fear creeping up her spine. Slowly, she rose from the bed and approached the mirror.

The face staring back at her was… her own. The same face she had always seen before the "transformation." Her original features, unaltered by the illusion she had lived with for months.

A small, bittersweet smile tugged at her lips. It was her—truly her.

There was a knock on the door, and Yoohyeon’s voice called out, "Y/N, are you up? We’ve got practice soon."

Y/N wiped her eyes and took a deep breath. "Yeah, I’m up. I’ll be out in a minute."

She glanced at the mirror once more, feeling a sense of peace wash over her. For the first time in a long while, she wasn’t afraid of what she saw.

At the practice room, the atmosphere buzzed with energy. The members were warming up, stretching and chatting, but Y/N could feel a slight tension in the air.

"How are you feeling?" Jiu asked, walking over with a concerned expression.

Y/N smiled softly. "Better. I… I’ve been thinking a lot."

Sua raised an eyebrow. "Thinking? About what?"

Y/N hesitated for a moment before speaking. "About everything. About how I’ve been feeling lately. I’ve been really insecure, and I let the hate get to me."

Gahyun frowned. "But that’s understandable, Y/N. It’s hard not to let it affect you."

"I know," Y/N nodded, "but I realized something. I’ve been looking for validation in the wrong places. I thought that if I looked a certain way, people would accept me. But… that’s not what really matters."

Siyeon, who had been listening quietly, smiled. "You’ve always been enough, Y/N. We all knew that."

Yoohyeon chuckled. "You’re one of us, no matter what anyone says. Dreamcatcher isn’t complete without you."

Dami nodded in agreement. "We’ve got your back, always."

The warmth of their words wrapped around Y/N like a comforting blanket. She had been so consumed by the negativity that she had forgotten the love and support that had always been there.

"Thank you," Y/N said softly, her voice thick with emotion. "I don’t think I could’ve made it without you all."

Handong placed a hand on her shoulder. "You’re stronger than you think. And you’ve always had it in you."

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with gratitude. "From now on, I’m going to try to see myself the way you all see me. No more illusions."

As days passed, Y/N found herself adjusting to her new reality. No more hiding behind an illusion. Every time she faced the mirror, she reminded herself of her worth. It wasn’t easy—old insecurities still whispered in the back of her mind—but she fought them with the strength she had gained.

The world outside hadn’t changed. Online hate still existed, and the standards of beauty in the industry were still demanding. But Y/N no longer felt crushed by those expectations.

During a fan meet, as she greeted fans with her bandmates, she noticed a group of fans holding a sign that read, "Y/N, we love you just as you are."

Her heart skipped a beat. She had seen so much negativity, but in this moment, she realized that there were also people who supported her, who saw her for who she truly was.

"Thank you," she whispered to the fans, her smile genuine and full of warmth.

As the event went on, she felt a new sense of freedom. She no longer feared judgment. She no longer sought validation from strangers. Instead, she embraced her imperfections and her uniqueness.

One night, after a long day of schedules, the members gathered in the dorm's living room. They lounged in comfortable silence, enjoying each other's company.

Y/N broke the quiet with a soft voice. "I never got to properly thank you all."

Jiu glanced over, confused. "Thank us for what?"

"For standing by me. For reminding me that I’m more than what people see on the outside," Y/N said, her voice filled with gratitude.

Sua grinned. "Well, duh! You’re our Y/N. We’re a family."

Siyeon added with a teasing smirk, "Besides, you’re stuck with us now, whether you like it or not."

Yoohyeon laughed, throwing a pillow at Siyeon. "Forever Dreamcatcher!"

Dami smiled softly. "You’ve always been enough, Y/N. We just helped you see it."

Gahyun nodded enthusiastically. "And we’ll keep reminding you if you ever forget."

Y/N’s heart swelled with emotion. She looked around at the faces of her bandmates, her friends, and her family. They had always seen her true worth, even when she couldn’t.

And now, she finally saw it too.

"Thank you," Y/N said again, her voice barely above a whisper. "For everything."

---

Many months passed, and Y/N continued to grow both as an artist and as a person. She had faced her demons, confronted her insecurities, and come out stronger on the other side.

The world outside was still the same, but Y/N was different. She no longer feared the opinions of others. She had learned to love herself for who she truly was.

And in the end, that was the most beautiful thing of all.

#dreamcatcher #kpop #yoohyeon #jiu #sua #siyeon #handong #gahyun #dami #female reader #dreamcatcher x reader #kpop fanfic #kpop x reader #dreamcatcher imagines

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flooffybits · 1 year ago

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Dreamcatcher 8th Member Headcannons

the first person you get to meet is Dongie

as trainees, you were quick to get along and you were able to understand each other better when you both find out that neither of you are from Korea

automatic best friend is with you during debut

so she's extremely upset when you're unable to participate for your debut

she hides it well though

Minji had given you a mini heart attack when you first meet her

you're awestruck the first time you meet that she ends up giggling when you stumble over your words, both in embarrassment and insecurity

she's quick to assure you that you didn't have to be afraid around any of them

started the "someone hold y/n's hand when we go out" rule

you're one of her children now so she finds it necessary

you're a baby in her eyes

which brings us to mother #2

despite her energy, Bora is more careful when it comes to you

she's quick to notice your discomfort with her the first day that you meet

you're hiding next to Minji and Dongie so it didn't take rocket science for her to know

she's upset about it at first because she wants you to LOVE her

so she starts toning it down whenever you're around

she sort of blames herself when you're absent for Dreamcatcher's debut because she feels like she contributed in your temporary leave

but when you come back, she subtly stays as close as she possibly can

Siyeon dislikes the tension that you both have so she brings Yoohyeon and Dongie along to try and intervene

but the moment they decide to act, they see the two of you in the waiting room after your performance with Bora tending to your leg

you'd gotten a cramp after the performance and she was quick to help you to the room

which escalated to the two of you talking

and now Bora has you laying on her chest and lulling you to sleep

when she says you're her baby YOU'RE HER BABY

Yoohyeon and Dongie tease her whenever they remember, reminding her of how awkward she was

she doesn't mind though because she loves you a bunch

and then you have Siyeon who is just an overall soft person

she likes to pinch your cheeks when she can

if she passes by, she makes sure to poke you instead

when she sits next to you, she always positions herself so that she's facing you

just so she can squish your cheeks in her hands before pressing a kiss to your nose

then she'll wrap you up in whatever jacket or sweater she brought along

or she'll ask if someone has a blanket when she doesn't have one

which somehow ends with you and Yubin cuddling under one blanket

because you and your roommate both feel comfortable like that

so Siyeon ends up with two sleeping babies

and she'll either watch over you or squeeze herself in between so that she can cuddle you both

Dongie makes sure to take pictures

you know how she likes to make fun of Yoohyeon by randomly taking pictures of her?

a good portion of her phone’s storage is because of you

she likes taking pictures with you

you're her best friend so duh!

sometimes the pictures are to annoy you

but most times she uses them to help boost your confidence

“you look so pretty here, what are you saying?", “i will shove my phone up your face until you realize how good you really look"

she gets more talkative when she sees mean comments about you during lives

she'll be quick to shoot them down with a dirty look on her face

Yoohyeon/Yubin/Minji has to calm her down

she's not the ice princess for nothing

she'll protect you the way she knows you'll always do the same for her

and while Yoohyeon and Yubin do stop her from possibly starting a fight, Yubin makes sure to physically protect you

from Yoohyeon

because Yoohyeon tends to get you in trouble

and her clumsy nature has brought you various bruises

it's not her intention

but god her clumsiness was a talent at this point

Yubin can only shake her head whenever she sees the two of you together

it's like she's been given the responsibility of looking after the two of you despite being younger

Yoohyeon whines about it

because she swears you're just as clumsy as she is

she's worse to be honest and the only reason you clumsily trip or fall is because of her

Minji and Bora both have to scold the two of you

because for some reason you both managed to break the chair you had in your room

they just heard a loud crash

and the moment they open the door, the chair’s in pieces with the two of you sprawled on the floor

“She did it!"

"It wasn't me!”

Yubin only shakes her head every time

Gahyeon just watches from the side

but she's honestly concerned with how people older than her are more chaotic than she is

but even with the chaos, Yoohyeon likes sleeping next to you

she crawls in your bed when Bora’s already asleep

and even when she doesn't need to, she only uses the excuse of not waking the dancer up just to sleep next to you

sometimes she has to fight with Gahyeon

the maknae doesn't back down so easily either

Gahyeon enjoys being babied by you

she relishes in the way you look after her

but she was very awkward the first few months because…

what if she said something wrong?

what if you didn't understand what she was telling you?

she didn't want to embarrass herself in front of you

which was why you found her adorable

she uses her position as maknae to her advantage sometimes

Yoohyeon is teasing her?

“Y/n unniiie!"

She manages to escape Bora’s scolding a lot

just clinging to you manages to shift the dancer’s attention

because you only give Bora a look and a smile and Gahyeon is off the hook

overall the girls love you terribly

and they'd all do everything for you

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panda-writes-kpop · 11 months ago

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hello! I'm not sure if you're busy or not but if you have the time could i be able to request dreamcatcher reacting to the 8th member wanting to have a pet but is unfortunately allergic? thank you in advance and i hope you have a wonderful day!

Dreamcatcher ~ Reaction to S/O Being Allergic to Animals

a/n: hi anon!! ty for the request 🫶 i modified it slightly since i don't typically write for nth member reader, so i hope this is okay. also, i am well-aware that allergies can transpire in different ways, so I went off my own experience with allergies. thank you again for the request, i enjoyed writing it. 🥰

tw: reader has allergies, pets are mentioned

♡ Masterlist ♡

Prompt: When you’re out and about with your girlfriend, you decide to go window shopping with her. As you slowly walk past some of the stores, she stops and stares inside of a pet store. You can feel your nerves rising as she convinces you to go inside, and you reluctantly agree. Your allergies can’t be that bad, right?

You’re fine for five seconds, until she opens the door and you immediately start sneezing. Well, the cat’s out of the bag… literally and figuratively.

“Are you alright, honey?”

She’s immediately tending to you as you keep sneezing uncontrollably. Rubbing your back, scrambling to find tissues in her pockets, and then realizing what had set off this sneezing attack - the pet store.

Once she realizes, you’re immediately pushed out of the store with her close behind. JiU sits next to you on a park bench while your allergies start to get under control.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” is the first thing she asks before you attempt to answer with a sniffly nose.

JiU feels awful, and she babies you for the rest of the day with lots of food, clothing, and love. She also does a small test, later in the week, to see if you’re fine around Cherry or not.

Her head whips around as mother SuA mode is activated.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you were allergic to pets?” She softly hisses before corralling you outside. She’s not mad mad, but she’s highly concerned for your health at the moment.

Will lecture you about not telling her and then letting her drag you into a pet store on top of it - you could’ve gotten seriously sick!

After she’s done ranting, she clings to your side for the rest of the day as you go about your business together.

When you go to a restaurant to eat, she takes the embarrassing liberty of buying you soup and feeding it to you because “my baby needs to feel better!”

Siyeon simply walks around the pet store, assuming that your sneezes are coming from one of the pets or the workers.

She only realizes something is wrong when she makes eye contact with you outside of the store. Wait, weren’t you in here with her? She then quickly checks out before checking on you.

“Is everything okay? Do you need something to eat or drink?”

You quickly reassure her that you’re fine and you explain your pet allergy to her. She laughs as you grab her hand and walk down the street together.

“You could’ve told me, babe. I wouldn’t have made you go in there if I knew better.”

Siyeon makes a mental note of this and does her best to keep your allergy in mind for the future.

She turns around with a raised eyebrow and a funny quip resting on her tongue, but seeing you in absolute misery has her reaching to comfort you before she says anything else.

“You can wait outside for me, love. I’ll only be here for a few minutes.”

You nod in-between sneezes before waiting outside for her. When she comes back out, you notice that she has some tissues in her hand as well.

“Here, take these. I don’t want you sneezing all over me.” She jokes as you crack a smile before joining her to enjoy the rest of the afternoon together.

When you see Nannan in a video call, Handong sets a box of tissues next to you, which causes you to roll your eyes. She’s a comedian, after all.

“You didn’t tell me you were allergic to pets!” She accusingly says before lightly smacking your shoulder.

She insists you wait outside as she shops for Pie. You do your best to nurse yourself back to health as she checks out and joins you outside.

“Do you feel better?” She softly asks, taking on a much sweeter tone than before. You nod as she smiles and drags you ahead.

“C’mon, we’ve got a lot more places to visit, babe!”

It’s water under the bridge for her, but she keeps your allergy in mind when you visit Pie. If needed, she’ll buy you allergy medicine so you can stay with Pie as long as you want.

The door to the store immediately shuts as she places a gentle hand on your face.

“Are you alright, dear?”

You’d normally lie in this scenario, having a pet allergy is embarrassing enough and you don’t want to ruin anyone’s plan, but Dami’s staring directly into your soul. She’d know if you are lying, so what’s the use in it?

You tell her about your pet allergy as you walk down the street together, far away from the store. She occasionally interrupts you to ask questions or to make sure you’re feeling better, but you find that she’s understanding and sweet about everything.

If anything, Dami wishes that you had told her sooner so you wouldn’t have been in this scenario. Now, she’s going to be cautious going forward - she immediately washes any of her clothes that have touched animals, and if her pet-owning friends are over with pets, you can bet that she’s deep cleaning that space before you even step foot in the door.

Her hand goes right around your waist before guiding you back outside.

You’re embarrassed as you explain to her what has happened, but she’s quick to reassure you that everything is okay.

“I won’t judge you, babe. If it makes you feel better, I’m afraid of dogs!”

She confesses that her friend was working there, and she just wanted to visit them. You tell her that it was an honest mistake, and she didn’t know you were allergic.

You find yourself comforting her because she feels terrible for triggering your allergies. So, you decide to visit a coffee shop and treat yourselves to a few sweets and drinks to get your mind off of things. It works, and she’s back to herself in no time.

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ggreactionsandscenarios · 2 years ago

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insomnias are starving for content lately! or maybe its just me lol. anyways, when you have time ofc can you write dreamcatcher yoohyeon x reader (8th member) soulmate AU where you get the same bruises as your soulmate. Reader, who's soulmate is very clumsy cuz she keeps getting bruises from nowhere, gets added to dreamcatcher. yoohyeon instantly falls for her so she becomes even more clumsy in front of her, making them finally understand they're each others soulmate? sorry if this is confusing :))

Yoohyeon x Reader

Clumsy soulmates

You walked towards the practice room the guy at the front desk directed you to. Feeling determined to show a good first impression to your now members.

You were the lucky trainee that got themselves added to the already existing and amazing girl group Dreamcatcher.

You were pretty confident because you knew the girls had a say in your addition to the group.

They saw what you were capable of and were satisfied, which was already a great accomplishment in itself.

As much as all those thoughts should have made knocking on that door easier, turned out it did not. You were frozen in place trying to cheer yourself up.

"Come on Y/N, you're going to have to see them at some point might aswell be today."

You held your breath and knocked.

Jiu opened the door, while trying to maintain the calm in the room.

"Guys, silence please there's someone at the door."

She then turned to you, giving you her brightest smile.

"Hi."

You kept yourself from getting silent because of how hard you were fangirling.

"Hi, I'm Y/N."

You really hoped Jiu knew who you were because you didn't know if you would be able to say anything else.

You heard some rumming around behind Jiu and your name being repeated a few times. Then suddenly Yoohyeon popped her head from the back trying to get a better look at you.

As she was jumping to see past Jiu your eyes locked before she fell miserably on the floor.

"Oh my god, is she okay ?"

Jiu turned just enough to see it was Yoohyeon.

"Oh don't worry you'll get used to it, anyway welcome in Dreamcatcher Y/N."

And with that she let you in.

Without really realising what you were doing you rushed to Yoohyeon side to make sure she was okay, the fall seemed kind of rough.

"Hey, are you okay there ?"

She was still on the floor, she learned the hard way that sometimes it's better to stay put for a minute before getting up after a fall.

"Yeah don't worry, I kind of hit my arm but it's okay."

You nodded silently, waiting for her to be ready to help her get up. After a few minutes she was and held your arm for leverage.

Once she was safe and steady, she noticed you had a slight bruise over your arm and brushed her thumb over it.

"Clumsy too ?"

"Oh i didn't notice, well maybe I am."

You both laughed at that.

You were very aware that you weren't alone in the room so you forced yourself not to keep staring at your bias. It was hard.

You got yourself engage in a conversation with everybody but you did stole a few glances towards her.

Somehow during that same conversation Yoohyeon proceeded to hurt herself not less than three times more.

She tripped on her own foot, two times and almost fell when she tied her shoe. Luckily that last time you grabbed her before she could fell but she did bite her tongue because of the shock.

And that's before practice even restarted..

While dancing it got worse, at first it was okay but as soon as you got added to the dance it started going downhill.

She fell multiple times, stepped on a few toes and smashed her head a couple of times against Siyeon, luckily the later has a strong skull.

"Are you doing it on purpose today ? You're extra clumsy."

Sua complained, caressing Siyeon's head which got smashed one more time.

"Of course not, I'm sorry guys."

Yoohyeon was ashamed she sat on the other side of the room, her head hanging low.

You decided to go comfort her.

"You shouldn't get close Y/N I keep hurting people today."

You sat right next to her.

"I'm not afraid, I probably tweeted 'Step on me Yoohyeon' back in my fangirl era. At that point it's just manifesting."

She laughed at your confession, you should be embarrassed but you were just happy to have lightened the mood.

"Fangirl era ? Is that so ? And when was that exactly ?"

You looked at her, faking thinking about it.

"Yesterday ?"

You joked and were happy to see her smile, she had loosened her grip around her knees. Probably feeling more relax than earlier.

You just sat there in silence listening to her laugh until she took a solid look at you.

"Oh my god what happened to your head ?"

You looked at her bewildered, not knowing what she was talking about.

"Did I bump into you too ? I don't remember."

She was inspecting your scalp and you did feel the stings of a bruise growing there.

"You didn't.."

You were starting to understand what that could mean while Yoohyeon was still clueless.

You took a look at her arms and legs comparing them to yours, your suspicions got stronger when you saw that her head had actually grow bigger on the same side as yours.

"Yoohyeon?"

"Hmm ?"

She was busy looking at your head.

"Yoohyeon look at me."

She looked at you, her eyebrows furrowed.

Without saying a thing you pointed out all the bruises you had in common. But it wasn't enough for her to realise what you were implying.

"We're both covered in bruises so what ?"

You sigh, you didn't want to have to say it.

"Did you see me fall today, or bump into someone ?"

"I don't know maybe ? To be honest I was more often on the floor than anything today."

"I didn't because I'm not a clumsy person Yoohyeon which means that me having the exact same bruises as you can only mean one thing."

You saw how her eyes widened.

"We're soulmates."

You both look at each other in shock before turning your heads away blushing like high-school girls.

Hi, hope you like the request 😊 take care -Ael

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ghastlybin · 2 years ago

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Can I request an angsty DC 8th member fic. I just need to read more 8th member au's and I love angst

Word, thank you for the request!!! Your wish is my command <3 =)) By the way, anyone else reading this, PLEASE READ THE TRIGGER WARNINGS FIRST! I BEG YOU.

Pairing: Dreamcatcher + 8th member! GN reader.

Word count: 2k

Genre/contents: Dreamcatcher’s 8th member! AU, Angst, heavy topics.

TW: Depictions of depression and anxiety. Kinda heavyish on imposter syndrome, insecurites, not feeling good enough, etc. The Y/N struggles with mental health and imposter syndrome, for short.

Note: I think I suck at being happy but I did attempt a happy-ish ending but I also didn’t want to be like “hey, depression. Now y/n is cured!1!1” Because that’s not how it works, sadly. But I at least tried to imply baby steps to managing the readers mental health better in the future rather than hold it all in kinda? I hope? Also the dialogue at the end that isn’t spoken by the Y/N is up to your interpretation. Could be any member you feel would say it or even your bias. Up to you. Anyways, enough stalling, thank you again, ily, and I hope you enjoy despite the topics depicted. (I really don’t know how else to word that- I am so sorry but yk what I mean though I hope lmao) I ALSO DON’T MEAN TO OFFEND ANYONE if I do :(( I tried not to be offensive here.

Ignore the fact that I couldn’t find a gif lol goodnight/morning/afternoon it is currently 5am so I’m gonna dip but ily!!

It wasn’t supposed to be like this, the idol life.

You worked hard for years and finally got to debut as the eighth member of Dreamcatcher, putting music out that you’ve worked years to be able to put out.

But this? The self-doubt, the imposter syndrome, your insecurities that are constantly being picked out and called out by critics and antis.

You were always in a constant battle with your own mind, each word playing on repeat as you began to pick yourself apart and wishing you worked just a little bit harder to be as perfect as your fellow members.

Every day, every comeback, every waking moment, you worked harder and harder to fit in with the girls.

No matter what you did, you still felt less than others.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

You were supposed to be happy, enthusiastic, and in love with music— And you were.

You were happy. Happy you got to debut. Happy you were in a group full of wonderful women who were by your side every step of the way.

You were enthusiastic. Enthusiastic about performing. Enthusiastic about always putting in the most effort you could manage.

Of course, you were in love with music. Making music, singing, performing, and even producing it.

With each comeback, you recieved so much love from fans, dreamcatcher, and even staff, treating everyone kindly and respectfully and hoping they didn’t face the same feelings you felt deep inside.

But even with so much support, you still felt alone.

The loneliness was as intense as a monster that wanted nothing more than to eat away at your soul day by day.

And you would’ve let it, the pain inside debilitating your will to stay strong day by day.

You would’ve allowed yourself to drown completely, had it not been for your members there to keep your head above water and your passion for making music— Which was very much still there and still stronger than any demon eating away at you.

Handong was the first to see through to your emotional pain. The existential dread of never being enough.

You were seated beside her at a restaurant during dinner with the girls after a successful show.

The shaking of your hands, your heart beating through your chest, each vein pulsating with each beat.

Did I mess up the show?

You remembered how your mind raced with questions that you know you’d never believe the answers to.

Did anyone cheer for me during my parts?

Handong could feel something was off about you. Maybe it was the way you smiled without any feeling behind it. Maybe you were shaking too much for it to just be post-performance adrenaline.

Whatever it was, she realized the pain you were in. How it wasn’t something you could slap a band-aid on and be done with.

She saw you cry that same night, the pent-up emotions you had kept hidden from your group.

You wanted to be like them. Perfect, cool, and an amazing performer. You wanted them to think you were perfect, cool, and just as amazing as they were.

Instead, you cried, wishing to wake up as the perfect idol.

You remembered how tight Handong held you, listening to your wordless cries for as long as you needed.

And it hurt more, with as much love and support you received, all it took was for one negative comment to twist your day upside down.

You hated the power that had over you. How it altered your mind for the worst.

And Handong held you tightly in her arms as you sobbed until you were numb and with no more tears left.

“How long has this been going on?”

Her voice was soothing to your ears. Words you never thought you’d hear.

Finally, you thought. Someone willing to listen.

And you told her everything. Every painful feeling and thought you had bottled inside of you for so long. You trust her, of course. And she trusts you, grateful that you felt safe enough to open up to her.

The wars you waged in your mind had come to a ceasefire, even if only temporarily.

Minji was the next of the girls to have noticed.

Only this time, you were on a walk together, enjoying the day off while the others had other plans.

It was at a time you felt the most at peace with yourself. You itched to practice and perfect your skills, but at the same time, it felt good to be able to unwind and not have to worry about anything eating you up.

Minji didn’t know certain questions caused you pain.

“What are your goals for this year?”

It was a simple question. Albeit, a question that took some thought, but was meant to be harmless. She was excited about the future of the group, being the leader.

But it gave you a nauseous chill that caused you to stop all movement, clenching your jaw in an attempt to stop the feeling from pouring out of you.

“What’s wrong?” Minji asked, shortly before you began to shake, becoming short of breath and lightheaded.

It wasn’t a spontaneous reaction that caused you to spiral. You did think about your answer.

I have to be perfect. I have to work harder. I can’t take a break or I will have to start all over again.

You were on your day off, alongside Minji.

I have to start all over again.

“Y/N? Talk to me, please. I want to help you.” Minji thought about her words, only then, did she realize the emotional pain you experienced that began to externalize physically.

I may never be good enough.

You yelped, holding your chest as your heart picked up at an unnatural speed.

I will never be good enough, will I?

You were hyperventilating, shaking violently, sweat collected on your palms, and the world around you spun out of control.

Am I dying?

Minji immediately cut the walk short and brought you to the dorms and out of the eye of the public.

At the dorm, after Minji consoled you out of your inconsolable state, you didn’t remember the walk back to the dorm. How Minji worried for you every step of the way, hoping— Praying that you wouldn’t hyperventilate yourself into passing out on the street.

Your eyes were red and puffy from crying, which you also had no recollection of. You were a swirling pit of your own negative thoughts.

Yoobin was the third to notice.

She noticed you had been more distant than usual the day after your most recent comeback. While the girls were celebrating and well prepared for the promotion period, you had distanced yourself, picturing the ridiculing comments already, even as an endless sea of encouraging and adoring comments poured in, you could only seem to focus on the few negative ones.

Though the positive outweighed the negative, it was still enough to drown you and that was all it took.

“I’m fine.” A common excuse used by people bottling their feelings to avoid those around them from worrying.

Nothing is wrong with me.

I am perfectly fine.

I am perfect.

I am far from fine.

It was crazy how the weather seemed to align with your feelings.

Clouds burst into droplets to downpours of rain when they got too full.

Crazy how accurate it was to how you would bottle your feelings up so full that they would burst at the seams when it got too much.

You were surrounded by the bottled-up feelings that the sky held. Each cloud representing a different fear, insecurity— Anything that ate away at you bit by bit.

The cold rain drenched you the longer you sat outside, letting it wash over you just enough to simulate drowning, but never enough to actually drown you.

“Hey! You’re going to catch a cold out here!” Yoobin had run toward you with an umbrella, holding it over you, blocking any more drops from touching you.

The thing was, you were already cold. Even inside the heated building, the icy numbness blankets you.

“Are you okay?” Yoobin asked. You both shared the umbrella, the rain pouring down. Only then, did she realize you were crying.

“When will it stop?” The question came out in a mutter that Yoobin had barely heard.

“The rain?” She asked with a shrug.

Only later, did she understand what you truly meant.

When Siyeon noticed your pain, she walked past the bathroom door in the dorm, hearing the sounds of your crying.

It worried her and she wondered why you were crying.

It was just a bad day and you wanted to be alone rather than cry in your room where any of the girls could walk in at any given moment.

Siyeon knocked on the door, unaware you intended to be left alone. Even then, you were crying and she cared about you.

She’d have knocked anyway, even if it meant getting snapped at.

But you didn’t snap at her, only ceasing your tears as you sat on the floor of the bathroom, wiping your tears.

“Are you crying? Is there someone I need to beat up for you?” Siyeon asked, acknowledging that the door was locked, and instead sat beside the door to speak to you.

You cracked a smile, small, yet enough to slightly ease the pain in your chest.

“I’m fine, thank you.”

But you weren’t. You were far from fine.

Why do I feel like this?

A question that may never be answered no matter how many answers it all pointed to.

“You don’t sound fine. Tell me about it. Was it someone? Or something?” Siyeon didn’t want to overstep your boundaries, but she knew something was off.

It wasn’t every day that you burst into tears inside the dorm’s bathroom.

When you didn’t answer— Lacking the words to sum up your feelings, Siyeon’s voice seeped through the door again.

“I will be here when you’re ready. Whether your reason for crying is tiny or catastrophic, if it’s something that makes you cry, it’s never silly if it’s hurting you, so please don’t feel silly.”

Siyeon sat on the other side of the door as you covered your mouth, begging yourself not to cry anymore.

Within a few minutes, you gathered the courage to open the door and talk to Siyeon, who listened and tried her best to reassure you.

Even though you were grateful and felt a lot better in the end, you still had a massive lump in your throat that would take a while to overcome.

You just worried that it would take an eternity.

It was one in the morning when Yoohyeon found you wide awake, yet exhausted at the same time, sitting on the steps outside.

At first, she thought you were crazy being outside this late at night, her reasoning for being up as well was originally to go and get a glass of water.

That’s when she noticed you outside through one of the windows, sitting and watching the stars in silence and alone with your thoughts.

It was something you had done relatively often, only this was the first time Yoohyeon caught you. She sat beside you, following your gaze toward the sky.

“You’re still awake?” You asked, never taking your eyes off the night sky.

“Got thirsty. What’s your excuse?” She yawned. You smiled, finally looking at her.

“I can’t sleep.”

“Hm… Do we snore too loud or-“ Yoohyeon meant it as a joke, but she stopped herself when she noticed the water accumulating in your eyes, yet hadn’t spilled out.

And thankfully for you, they never did.

“I haven’t been able to sleep for a while.” You confessed, a heavy, shaky breath leaving your lips. “It’s hard to sleep when my mind is constantly telling me to do better.”

Yoohyeon listened to every word you said, with sincerity and concern on her expression as you continued to pour your heart out.

It embarrassed you too, admitting to her how vulnerable you really were. You wanted to be strong.

Perfect. Cool. Amazing.

It hurt as your mind contradicted your wishes.

But she listened. She cared.

Yet, you still felt the pain all the same.

You continuously messed up the choreography, exhausted and shaking all over from hours of practicing one part of the dance for the group's comeback.

You previously got it right, every step. But today was different and you weren’t sure why when you had done it perfectly just the day before.

It frustrated you have perfection seemed to come and go whenever it saw fit. It frustrated you how perfection lead you on, only to sink you deeper into the hole you felt stuck in.

Bora and Gahyeon stuck behind with you long after the other girls had left to take care of other obligations or simply just to return to the dorms.

Both girls remaining had opted to help you out, Bora spotting the steps you continuously missed or botched altogether, and took it slower, step by step as Gahyeon offered tips here and there— Which you took heed of, but for some reason, you just could not get the steps right.

How am I going to be perfect if I can’t get this down?

The thoughts came racing back again.

Gahyeon noticed your frustrations with yourself tearing away at you.

Then Bora noticed too when you stumbled backward and fell to the ground from the mental and physical exhaustion.

“Woah! Let’s take a break… Maybe pick up again tomorrow, what do you say?” Bora kneeled beside you, glancing at Gahyeon, who rushed to bring you a water bottle.

“Yes. We can go eat and call it a day.” Gahyeon agreed as you shakily held the bottle, drinking the refreshing water.

“I can’t. I’m not good enough for this.” You gripped the bottle as water sloshed out. On top of that, your voice cracked as the lump in your throat attempted to block your voice from leaving your throat.

“Where is this coming from? You are good enough. You’re more than enough!” Bora frowned, concerned.

Gahyeon took the liberty to hold your hand as you began to cry.

“I’m trying, I promise!” Your cries turned into sobs, the bottled-up emotions spilling out again since the previous time.

Over and over again, like a cloud, filling up until it bursts.

“I know you are. You’ve worked hard enough already. Let’s call it a night. Me, you, and Gahyeon- maybe the others if they are free- All of us go out to eat. You’ve more than earned it.” Bora attempted to soothe you as Gahyeon continued to hold onto your hand.

“And if you want, you can vent to me. I will listen.” Bora spoke with such sincerity that you cried harder.

“Me too. Whatever you need, I— We got you covered.” Gahyeon inputs, caressing the back of your hand with her thumb.

Putting your feelings into words was hard. You never knew where to start and sometimes it got jumbled, lost in translation, and incomprehensible.

And still, you tried. A weight simultaneously lifting off your shoulder while also weighing you down more.

The support you had received around you opened your eyes more and the loneliness you felt inside felt like an odd thing to feel, knowing you were surrounded by people who loved and cared for you.

You were anxious. It was the day of the comeback and you had listened to Bora and Gahyeon about picking back up the next day.

When the next day came, you were able to do the choreography again without any mistakes. Day after day, each practice before the promotion period, you nailed the dance flawlessly as a group and individually.

Your hands shook and your heart raced. All of this time chasing perfection, you weren’t sure why you hadn’t reached it yet.

“We’re next!” Gahyeon excitedly announced backstage as the group before you started to finish up their stage.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves, fearing you would mess up or that your nerves would show through.

“Are you going to be okay?”

“I’m fine… Thank you.”

A common excuse, but you actually began to mean it, even if slightly.

And you were fine. Every doubt you had, every worry, every thought, they were internal. No one else thought you were as flawed as you thought.

Nothing was wrong with you. You were perfect. You had a ton of support and love from family, friends, and fans who —In their eyes— Saw you as perfect.

You were just fine. You were cool. You were amazing.

You weren’t perfect.

You were perfectly imperfect. Everyone was.

And that was okay.

Even in the hole you felt stuck in, pulling yourself out seemed like an actual possibility with the support system you had discovered that had been there all along, patiently by your side until you see yourself the way those around you did.

“Remember, you’ll do just fine. You always have.”

“Thank you. I won’t fail you!” You replied, adjusting your in-ear.

The girls fondly smiled at you, feeling a sense of pride toward you.

“You never have.”

You were cool, amazing, and your own kind of perfect, even if it will take some time for you to accept.

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justmochi · 5 months ago

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so close

pairing :: mira x wonwoo

word count :: 1.7k

synopsis :: mira voices some of her concerns

time :: may, 2024

warnings :: suggestive ! MINORS DNI

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They hadn’t seen a good rom-com in a while and this definitely took the cake. It was hilarious but what got them the most was the nudity in it. When the male was naked, Mira would squeal and cover her eyes. Wonwoo could only look away in astonishment. He had no idea the movie would be so explicit. But when the female was nude, she would reach up and cover his eyes for him. Her cheeks heated up when seeing intimate scenes and only made her dilemma much worse.

It was a normal thing couples did. Except she and Wonwoo didn’t have a normal relationship. Mira was twenty eight and still a virgin, with religious trauma. They’ve dated a little over four years and haven’t even gotten close to being intimate with each other. A few heated kisses here and there. They’re both adjusted to being comfortable when either of them are wearing less clothing than normal.

And now that she's okay being exposed to more sensitive topics, her sexual frustration is getting out of control. She’s researching more, reading more romance books, and even going out of her way to purchase sexy garments and lingerie.

Mira completely zoned out during the last 10 minutes of the movie, coming back to her senses when Wonwoo started stretching his arms when the credits rolled.

“Did you like it?” She asked, looking up at him while she stretched as well.

“It was something.” He let out a big sigh like he was too scared to talk about the contents of the film. “Did you?”

“Yeah, it was funny.” Her eyes wandered back to his laptop screen, hiding the blush on her cheeks. She took the blankets off of her, rolling over him to get off the bed. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom.”

“Okay.” He held onto her hand before she slipped through his fingertips, watching as she excused herself.

When she was done, she could see how worked up she got by looking in the mirror. She turned on the cold water, hoping it would calm down the flush on her skin.

She came out, seeing the laptop shut on his desk and Wonwoo with open arms. She really loved when he was clingy like this. She smiled, climbing onto the bed and laying on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her tight and kissing her head.

He strokes the back of her head while his attention points to the ceiling. She lifts her head to look up at him, admiring his features up close.

She blushes the second he makes eye contact with her. As much as she wants to, she can’t look away. He brings his palm to her cheek, rubbing his thumb against her skin. He can even feel the warm flush with his touch.

“Can I ask you something?” Her voice is shaky, using the back of her hands to prop her chin up.

“You can ask me anything at any time.” He nods while brushing a stray hair behind her ear.

“Have you been with other girls before me?”

He paused, trying not to show his confusion on his face. He had no idea where this was coming from but he saw no point in hiding anything from her. “Yes, Mira. I have.”

“What happened with them?”

He sighed, pursing his lips. “Well, we’ve either drifted apart or they’ve cheated on me.”

Her eyes widened. “Cheated on you?”

“It sounds more embarrassing out loud.”

“No, I didn’t mean it that way–“

“I mean embarrassing for me.”

“If anything, they should be embarrassed. I don’t know why or how anyone could possibly do that to you.” Mira pouted, feeling sad that someone would ever cheat on him.

“I really don’t know.” He rubs his thumbs against her temples, sighing. “Why are you asking?”

“I just wanted to know… in case you’re losing interest in me.”

He furrowed his brows, scoffing. “At the end of the day, I’m a simple man. I want to love someone who loves me right back. And I love you. I couldn’t lose interest in you, Mira.”

“Really? Even if I can't give you what you need?”

“I have everything I could possibly need. What more could I ask for?”

She looked away from him as she blushed. She pushed herself off his chest to straddle his lap, the faintest hint of a frown on her lips. He sat up, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“What’s wrong, Mira?”

Mira had no idea how to put what she wanted to say into words. Not without embarrassing herself or turning him off.

He grasps her chin, turning her attention to him. She stares deep into his eyes before her hands come up to his face. Mira swipes her thumb across his bottom lip, her eyes darting down. “I…”

He hums, keeping himself restrained as he waits for her to finish.

“I want to give you more…” She angles her head better, lips just barely brushing against his. “I didn’t think it was possible to want you in such ways but I do.”

Her lips hover before she closes the distance, hoping that her kisses can communicate what she can’t with her words.

He tightens his grip, grabbing her waist and pushing her down on his lap. She brushes her fingers into his hair, kissing him deeper as he slips his tongue into her mouth.

He pulls back, staring up at her lips. “Is this what you mean?”

She blushes, her hand shaking as she attempts to hold his gaze. “More…”

Wonwoo experiments, his hand reaching behind her and lifting her shirt just a few inches higher. His fingertips run along her spine, sending a chill through her body. “This?”

She nods, digging her fingers into his shoulders. “More.”

He groans, feeling himself harden in his pants. She can feel his icy fingers travel up her back, paying no mind to her bra straps. Wonwoo wraps his arm around her, using his other hand to flip her onto her back. He hovers over her, leaning down to kiss her as his leg separates her thighs.

He strokes her lip with his thumb, his attention diverting between her eyes and lips. He leans down to kiss her, cradling her head in his arms. She cups his cheeks, kissing him harder as he presses her into his bed.

He turns her face in the opposite direction before leaving kisses on her jaw down to her neck. “You smell amazing.”

She holds back as long as she can before a whimper escapes her lips, sending him into a spiral. His hands travel down to the hem of her shirt, slipping under to feel the warmth of her stomach. She closes her eyes, her own hands traveling under his shirt to feel the small of his back.

“Can I?” He whispers next to her ear, fingers lifting her shirt higher up her body.

She nods with a whimper, biting her lip as she looks down between them. He pushes her shirt high enough to reveal her bra, his breathing unsteady as he admires the sight.

“God, Mira.” He places a kiss at the center of her chest. “You’re even prettier than in my dreams.”

She squeezes her thighs together at his words. Wonwoo grips her sides, kissing his way down to her stomach. She tangles one hand through his hair, covering her mouth with the other as she watches him with heavy eyes. She tries to fight the urge to giggle when he kisses a sensitive spot on her belly. He can feel her muscles flex underneath his mouth, looking up at her with a smirk. “Is this okay?”

Mira nods, biting her lip and wanting to combust as they hold eye contact. He peppers kisses back up her body, on the tops of her breasts before dipping his face into her neck, inhaling her scent. He licked beneath her ear as her head fell back against the pillow, closing her eyes and feeling the warmth spread throughout her body.

Just as Wonwoo was about to slip his hands under her bra, they could hear the front door opening. She opened her eyes, her entire body tensing underneath him as his lips paused what they were doing to her neck.

They weren’t expecting Mingyu to be home. It was only supposed to be the two of them. Wonwoo quickly pushed himself off of her, gently pulling her shirt down like he had done the most shameful thing ever.

Her cheeks flushed so fast, feeling the hairs stand up on her body. She sat up straight, brushing her fingers through her hair as she readjusted her bra.

“What’s he doing here?” He groaned under his breath, opening his bedroom door and leaving to go check what was going on.

She put her palms against her cheeks, feeling how warm they were. It didn’t help that they also started to sweat. She wanted to smack herself for being so impulsive. She began to ponder whether this was God’s way of telling her to stay a virgin. But she couldn’t shake the certain feelings of attraction to him. She’s been losing sleep from it and she could only imagine how it was affecting Wonwoo.

She covered herself with his throw blanket, staring at random items in his room as she got her heartbeat to slow.

When he came back in, she smiled and made room for him on his bed.

“Their plans got canceled from the rain, so he’s back here.” He sat down near her legs, scratching the back of his neck. It wouldn’t be the first time Mingyu interrupted them and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

“I’m sorry–“ They both blurted out at the same time, making them both giggle nervously.

“You don’t have to apologize. If anything, we should be mad at him.” He places his hand over her knee, squeezing it. She can’t ignore the bolt of electricity that shoots up her leg and straight to her center.

When he excused himself, she knew he’d be taking care of himself after getting so riled up. She wondered what kind of girlfriend she was if she couldn’t even do this one thing for him.

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7-dreamers · 2 years ago

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Dreamcatcher(드림캐쳐) 8th Mini Album [Apocalypse : From us] Description

Dreamcatcher is saying ‘farewell’ to listeners with title track ‘BON VOYAGE’. Last year, MAISON and VISION had messages warning about the crisis of the Earth. Through the new release, Dreamcatcher will show the unraveling of human emotions. The finale to the Apocalypse universe will brilliantly finish; ‘From Us’, ‘To. You’.

This past 15th, Dreamcatcher’s 8th mini album ‘Apocalypse: From us’ track list was released through official SNS channels. According to the released track list, the album’s title song ‘BON VOYAGE’ means farewell in French; ‘have a great trip’, ‘have a good long journey’. The mini album also includes ‘Intro: From us’, ‘DEMIAN’, ‘Propose’, and ‘To. You’, a total of 5 tracks. Dreamcatcher will be closing out the Apocalypse trilogy series, and as the global KPOP messengers, InSomnia around the world are looking forward to the content of their farewell.

On the 17th through their official SNS channels, Dreamcatcher revealed their mystery lyrics video spoiler for their title track BON VOYAGE. In the video, Dreamcatcher is enjoying the natural sunshine and wind with fresh trees and thick forest in the background. The 7 people’s smiles mixed with the gorgeous atmosphere makes us feel good. This of course stimulates our curiosity about BON VOYAGE. It’s dreamy, and the melody build up on BON VOYAGE has fans guessing what these veiled words from the lyrics could mean.

‘I finally feel you now / in this endless journey / Embracing you into ○○ of dreams’

In addition, as producer Ollounder who has collaborated with Dreamcatcher for a long time is a support for the song recordings, we can again expect a strong rock sound structure, highly anticipating the group’s colors to be shown.

Dreamcatcher’s 8th mini album will be the finale to their universe. Last year’s title song MAISON and VISION had messages about dangers to the Earth. Through this new release Dreamcatcher will show the unraveling of human emotions; incorporating joy, anger, sorrow, and pleasure, ending the trilogy of Apocalypse. The finale to this universe will be brilliantly finished with ‘BON VOYAGE’, ‘Intro: From us’, ‘DEMIAN’, ‘Propose’, ‘To. You’, a total of 5 tracks.

Currently through Dreamcatcher’s diverse promotions, their comeback heat is continuing. Starting from the member’s individual teasers to the special group teasers that we can feel their team chemistry, they show off their ability to pull off infinite concepts. Just as the attention of global KPOP fans is gathered, we’re heading towards Dreamcatcher’s upcoming comeback, and the hot curiosity continues.

Through unique concepts, Dreamcatcher’s comeback ‘Apocalypse : From us’ will be released this 24th at 6pm on various online music streaming sites.

Sources : Sports Kyunghyang & Korea Economy TV

[Reporters Lee Ye-ju & Yoo Byung-cheol]

Translation by 7-Dreamers 악악 Please do not take translation without credit

#dreamcatcher #230518 #230516 #era: a from us #t: article #t: tracklist #t: trans

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ot7stan4life · 10 months ago

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Maison

Siyeon (Dreamcatcher) x Female Reader

(1 part - completed ✅)

Word Count: 1435

Summary: After a concert in your home country, you are reminded of the sacrifices you were forced to make to become an idol and begin to doubt your decision. All it takes is a warm embrace and a few comforting words from one of the women you love to remind you that you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.

Warnings: angst, brief implications of homophobia, fluff

The plain hotel room that greeted us when we got back from the concert venue was quiet and dark. I left it that way, just taking a seat in the far corner of the room, letting out a sigh when I was finally off my feet. Without a word, Siyeon slipped into the bathroom and I heard the shower turn on not long after. For the next fifteen minutes, I stayed there, listening to the muffled sound of running water and allowing my mind to wander.

Touring was one of my favorite things I did as an idol. But it wasn't always as enjoyable as it should've been. The shows were fun, but those long periods in between concerts gave me too much time to think. Too much time to realize that I had less freedom as an idol. It had always been my dream to become a singer, but I never fully considered what I'd have to give up in order to fulfill that dream. Now I often wondered if it was even worth it.

Especially here in my home country where I'm reminded by the fans' unapologetic personalities of what I gave up. Had I stayed here and chosen any other profession, I wouldn't have to hide such a big part of myself. I'd be free to be who I was and live the way I wanted without fear. It was different for the other members because they grew up having to act that way. For me, it was still hard to adjust. And it hurt having to pretend.

My thoughts brought on an unavoidable feeling of stress that made my cheeks burn and I felt the need to get some fresh air. So, I stepped through the sliding glass door to the balcony and leaned over the metal railing, enjoying the feeling of the summer breeze gliding across my face. I was up high enough that the street noise was muffled by the wind. It was peaceful, but it made me feel lonely. As I took in the soft white surface of the moon, I couldn't help but feel trapped by my situation and wonder whether anyone else could possibly understand this feeling.

As if my negative thoughts were loud enough to hear, I felt arms wrap around me from behind only minutes later. At first I was startled by the sudden contact, momentarily forgetting I wasn't alone, but eventually I leaned back into her touch with a heavy sigh, knowing it was Siyeon. She put her head on my shoulder, her nose almost touching my left cheek, and I let my hands rest on top of hers. Being in her arms instantly made me feel better. It felt like her way of reminding me that I really wasn't alone.

"What's on your mind, jagi?" Siyeon whispered softly near my ear. The pet name made my heart flutter but the clear concern in her tone brought the negative emotions back. I hated feeling this way. Not just because it sucked feeling so lost, but because I hated making her feel helpless.

Sighing again, I looked out over the city wishing that everything was different. "I'm just wondering if I made the right choice becoming an idol."

I wanted to pretend that I was here in my hometown with Siyeon—not for a concert, not because we were idols in the same group—but because I invited her here on a trip to do something normal, like meet my family or go visit my favorite places from my childhood. I didn't want to be forced to worry about people taking pictures of us and starting rumors. I didn't want the obligation to act a certain way that comes with being famous. I didn’t want any of it. And I was nearly at my breaking point.

Without replying, Siyeon turned me around in her arms and put her hands on my cheeks. We stayed like that for a few seconds, just staring into each other's eyes and I felt so much love seeing the way she looked at me: Like I was the most important thing in the world. There was no doubt in my mind that she would love and protect me with everything in her for the rest of her life. And it wasn't even a question whether I would do the same.

"I know you wish things were different,” she smiled sadly, “I do too." Her voice was still soft as she rubbed her thumb across my cheek while her eyes took in every inch of my face. I wondered how she always knew exactly what I was thinking. "But look at it this way..." she stopped her gentle strokes against my skin and looked into my eyes. "If you hadn't become an idol," the corner of her lips tilted upwards revealing half of her beautiful smile, "you would've never met us."

Though I still felt the weight of my negative thoughts, her statement managed to make me smile. Through one of the most difficult choices of my life I may have been forced to conceal a part of who I was, but I still ended up finding seven of the most important people in my life. Even if I felt like being an idol had more risks than rewards, those seven girls made it worth it. At least I could be myself around them and they loved the part of me that I wasn't allowed to show anyone else.

"You're right," I whispered and leaned forward so that my forehead was resting against hers and our noses were touching. Even when I felt lost, she kept me grounded. She and the other members... they were where I belonged. Where I felt found. They were home.

"I love you so much, you know that, right?" Siyeon told me, her voice so quiet and fragile. She’d told me she loved me countless times before, but something about this one felt different.

"I know." And I did. I knew she meant it. And I knew what she meant. It was hard to explain, but I felt it too. We loved each other and the other members in a way that couldn't be defined. It wasn’t limited to platonic or romantic. It was more than that. We all loved each other so much that we couldn't bear the thought of living without one another. It felt like we were meant to be together. Like we were destined to meet. Like soulmates. And, as long as it was up to us, we would be together until the day we died.

Sometimes it felt like I didn't have the words to tell them how much they meant to me. And I think that's why Siyeon did what she did after I told her I loved her back... she kissed me. It was gentle and just enough to express how she felt. She’d never kissed me before, but it didn't seem any different than her hugging me or kissing me on the cheek. It was just another way for her to show how much she truly loved me. Bora and Minji did it often with me and a few of the other members who accepted it, but I knew it meant more to Siyeon.

Once it was over, I nestled my head in the crook of her neck with my arms wrapped around her torso. She pulled me close with hers around my shoulders and ran her fingers through my hair. I stayed there, breathing in her fresh scent and feeling completely content.

It didn't matter if the world never knew who I truly was, because they did.

**This imagine was transferred over from my Wattpad acc OT5Stan4Life**

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iloveminjiu · 1 year ago

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? : dreamcatcher x 8th member!reader

(a literal garbage can full of scraps)

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“now, for our next question…” the man pauses, looking up from his cue cards and at the large screen beside the camera. “‘to yn-unnie: whenever you speak, i’m reminded of the princesses in k-dramas such as ○○○ and ○○○○○’–”

“she has a good taste in dramas.” siyeon said, nodding her head in approval of the dramas your fan had mentioned and giving a thumbs up at the camera. “super good taste!”

“aren’t those the dramas you’ve been watching, unnie?” yoohyeon asked, leaning forward so as to look at the older girl properly. “those names sound pretty familiar…”

handong, upon hearing this, perked up. “wait, didn’t siyeon-unnie recommend these dramas to them?”

“i did.” siyeon said, her chest puffed out and the corners of her lips curled up into a small yet prideful smile. “that’s why i said they had good taste.”

“because they watched the dramas you recommended?”

she shook her head, her small smile turning into a wide smirk. “because they watched the good dramas that i so generously recommended.”

“kwanghee-nim,” you say, giving the confused man a polite smile. “please continue with the message.”

“oh, uh…” he blinks, looking back at the screen to continue reading the message shown on it. “ahem… ‘whenever you speak, i’m reminded of the princesses in k-dramas such as ○○○ and ○○○○○… why do you speak so old fashionedly?’”

you tilt your head, a curious expression on your face. “do i truly speak in such an old-fashioned way?” you asked, turning to your leader, who looked back at you with an amused smile.

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you were a mysterious person, both to your fans and to your members.

to your fans, you were like a princess– prim, proper, well-educated, spoke politely and reverently to anyone and everyone.

anyone and everyone that wasn’t your members, at least.

to your members, you were a little more than that. they, of course, also thought of you as a princess, what with the way you spoke and the way you acted, but there was also the added benefit of—

“unnie, don’t you think this ring is a little expensive?” siyeon asked, eyeing the said ring. “i mean, sure, it’s pretty, but it costs… a lot.”

“don’t sugar coat it, unnie.” gahyeon huffed, turning to face the oldest with a frown on her lips and a slight wrinkle in between her eyebrows. “they cost two to three million won, minji-unnie. i know we’re idols and we get paid a lot or whatever, but it’s a little too much just for a ring.”

minji, now also frowning, crossed her arms. “it’s not just a ring.” she said. “it’s a friendship ring for the seven of us. we’ve been together for nearly seven years, i’m surprised we didn’t get one sooner.”

“it’s fine you want us to all get friendship rings, unnie.” yoohyeon chimed in, stepping in between the oldest and the youngest of the group. “but does it have to be this ring?”

she paused, glancing at the numerous rings under the clear counter before pointing at a ring both handong and bora were looking at. “see, that one looks pretty too!”

“that one’s more expensive, yoohyeon.” yubin said dryly, pointing at the price tags right below the said ring. “it’s practically twice the price of the one minji-unnie wants us to get.”

you, more than just a little irritated due to the lack of sleep you got—motion sickness was a bitch—on the flight back to korea, sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. “minji-unnie, is there any particular reason as to why you want us to get these rings?”

“well, no…” she laughed softly, suddenly looking sheepish. “i just think it looks cute. that, and also because when i first saw it, the first thing i thought of was all of you.”

nodding your head slowly, you look back to the counter and stare at the small pieces of jewelry on it for a brief moment. the rings weren’t all that expensive—not to you, anyway—and getting them would be no problem, not to mention that your leader seemed desperate—an exaggeration, but a necessary one—to have them…

letting out a sigh, you turn to the salesman, who looked equally as exhausted as you did—no doubt because of how unbecoming your members were being—and nodded your head at him. “i’ll take ten of them.”

“alright.” he says, quickly accepting your words and moving behind the counter. there was the slightest hint of relief on his face, and had you not been so tired, you likely would have laughed.

“ten?” gahyeon asked curiously. “who else are you getting the rings for?”

“from what i know, minji-unnie wants two rings, one for each version of it.” you murmur, slumping onto the said leader’s shoulder. “and i feel too tired to make a decision i won’t regret later on, so i’ll just get both versions for now.”

siyeon hums, crossing her arms. “guess we know who her favorite unnie is now.” she muttered to bora, who snickered.

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“‘yn-unnie’–”

“‘yn-unnie’?” yoohyeon repeated, turning away from the camera to look at gahyeon. “since when did you call yn unnie?”

gahyeon, visibly both upset by the interruption and unimpressed by the older girl’s words, pursed her lips. “since never.” she said flatly before pointing at her phone. “i was reading a comment.”

“oh.”

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“i think, out of all eight of us, yn eats the least.” minji said thoughtfully, her gaze moving from the ceiling to the man sitting in the chair to their right. “we all eat three meals, but if we didn’t force yn to eat with us a majority of the time, she would go a whole day without eating a single meal.”

“really?” the man asked, eyes widening. “how can someone just not eat for a whole day?”

“that’s what i’m saying!” bora sighed exaggeratedly, shaking her head. “dami is the same way, but at least she eats when she feels like eating. even if she was feeling hungry, yn refuses to eat.”

“okay, let’s not exaggerate it too much.” gahyeon interrupted, laughing nervously before turning to the older man. “please don’t misunderstand. ynnie does eat, she just tends to eat a lot of snacks throughout the day.”

he ah-ed, nodding his head in understanding. “i see. so, yn-ssi doesn’t eat meals, she just eats snacks, which makes her not want to eat any actual food?”

“yep.”

“in the videos our fans make of us eating, you can see that all seven of us are just digging into our food,” minji started, “and then, off to the side, there would be yn nibbling on whatever it is we’re eating.”

“for example, we would be eating like this.” gahyeon picks up—with her chopsticks—a slice of beef, showing it off to the camera before putting it into her mouth. “‘n y’ w’ld b’ ee‘ing–”

“finish eating before you speak, gahyeon-ah.” minji interrupted, laughing as she picked up a tissue and wiped the younger girl’s mouth off.

“so, we would be eating like that–” sua continued, pointing at gahyeon, “and then yn would be eating in way that makes us look like pigs in comparison.”

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“–and finally, we have dreamcatcher’s message for yn-ssi.” the man—what was his name again? kwangya? kwangee?—said, looking up from his cue card with a smile. “before you open it, yn-ssi, is there anything you think your message will mention?”

you hum thoughtfully, playing with minji’s hand—which had been placed on your thigh since you had all sat down—as you considered the question. “i don’t think i have done anything of note as of late, so i really have no clue as to what they could have possible written.” you pause. “then again, my members are known to be quite random when it comes to these things…”

“is that so?” he asked, and you nodded. “are there any specific examples you can share with us

“ah, well, there are…” you trail off, glancing at your members. “i’m not so sure if i can say them, unfortunately, considering their… extreme nature.”

the kwanghee’s—kwangya’s?—eyes widen, his jaw literally dropping before, as if suddenly remembering that this was being recorded, letting out a quiet, “i-is that so?…”

“extreme nature?” bora repeated, looking unimpressed by your words. “just what are you trying to say, ln yn?”

you shrug, a rather uncharacteristic response coming from you, and turn to the still-surprised man. “is it alright if i open this now?”

“ah, uh…” he blinks, seemingly snapping out of his daze. “yes, go ahead, yn-ssi, sorry about that.”

you hum, waving off his apology with a hand before carefully tearing open the envelope. “hm?… oh.”

“is there something wrong, ynnie?” yoohyeon asked, leaning forward to look at you—or rather, the letter in your hands—properly. “what’re you oh-ing about?”

“‘ynnie,’” you read aloud, ignoring the older girl’s question. “please eat more. you’re so scrawny and stick-like that me and the members are worried that a gust of wind will suddenly pick you up and carry you away from us.’”

“scrawny?” gahyeon repeated, her brows furrowed as her gaze shifted from you to your members. “yah, who said yn is scrawny? she’s not!”

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“out of the eight of us, yn eats the least.”

“oh?” the emcee turns to you, a curious expression on his face. “yn-ssi, is that true? amongst your members, do you really eat the least?”

you hum thoughtfully, fidgeting with the hand on your lap—which has been there since you had all sat down—as you considered the question. “i would’t say that i eat the least…” you murmured, “though i suppose that i do tend to eat snacks more than eat, ‘actual food’, according to sua-unnie.”

“ah~” the older man says, nodding his head in understanding. “i know what you mean. sometimes when you eat snacks, you end up feeling full and no longer want to eat a meal, right?”

you nod. “you are correct.”

“it’s totally unhealthy though.” bora cut in, frowning. “snacking once in a while is fine, but not to the point where you’ve eaten so much junk food that you go a whole day without eating a proper meal.”

the emcee’s eyes widen, his jaw—figuratively and almost literally—dropping. “you’ve gone an entire day just eating snacks?” he asked, to which you laugh, digging your nails lightly—read: not very lightly—into your palms as you looked away from the man pointedly.

“she could go a whole week without eating actual food if we didn’t force her to eat with us during meals.” yubin muttered, crossing her arms. “in fact, it’s actually happened last month–”

“anyway!” siyeon interrupted, shooting a look at the younger girl. “the point is, ynnie eats the least in dreamcatcher.”

“ah, right…”

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“–and last but not least, we have yn-ssi’s message.” moonbyul looked up from her tablet, an eyebrow raised. “are you ready, yn-ssi?”

you nod, giving the woman a small smile. “yes, i am.”

“ah, uh…” she trails off and laughs nervously, her eyes glancing between you one of the staff members sitting behind the camera.

confused by how weird the woman was acting, you tilt your head. “is there a problem?”

“yn-ssi,” siyeon said in a polite tone, making your members laugh as she turned to you and picking up your microphone. “please speak into your mic. it’s there so that our viewers can hear you, not so that you can keep it on your lap like a blanket.”

“oh, excuse me...” smiling sheepishly at moonbyul, who waves you off with a smile of her own, you take the microphone from siyeon. “my apologies, moonbyul-ssi. i am ready to hear the message now.”

“alright then.” the woman cleared her throat, raising her table to eye level and squinting. “‘yn-nim’–”

“yn-nim?” gahyeon interrupted, turning to your members with a raised eyebrow. “since when did we address yn like that?”

“maybe they wanted to stay anonymous.” yoohyeon suggested, leaning forward and resting her chin in her palm. “siyeon-unnie did the same thing for jiu-unnie, didn’t she?”

“it sounds like you wanted to stay anonymous, yoohyeon.” handong teased, wiggling her eyebrows.

“yah, i was just saying–”

“what is the rest of the message, moonbyul-ssi?” you ask, ignoring the bickering girls behind you as you spoke to the woman, who blinked at you before looking down at her tablet.

“‘yn-nim, please eat properly.’” she read aloud, prompting your members—bora, siyeon, and gahyeon had somehow gotten involved with the argument between yoohyeon and handong—to stop bickering. “‘you’re so scrawny and thin that i’m worried you’ll fly away with a gust of wind.’”

“ah, it’s one of the older members.”

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“–and last but not least, we have yn-ssi’s message.” moonbyul looked up from her tablet, an eyebrow raised. “are you ready, yn-ssi?”

you nod, giving the woman a small smile. “yes, i am.”

“ah, uh…” she trails off and laughs nervously, her eyes glancing between you one of the staff members sitting behind the camera.

confused by how weird the woman was acting, you tilt your head. “is there a problem?”

“oh, excuse me...” smiling sheepishly at moonbyul, who waves you off with a smile of her own, you take the microphone from siyeon. “my apologies, i completely forgot about using the microphone.”

“don’t worry, ynnie, it happens to the best of us.” yoohyeon reassured, leaning over and placing her hand on your shoulder before rubbing the back of your neck with her thumb.

“yah, kim yoohyeon.” bora said suddenly, eyes narrowing at the younger girl. “what do you think you’re doing?”

not one to back down, yoohyeon turned to the dancer with a defiant expression on her face, her eyes also narrowed. “i’m comforting ynnie, sua-unnie. Is there a problem with that?”

moonbyul cleared her throat, drawing the attention of the two girls. “as i said, we still have yn-ssi’s question left.” she turned to you, a small smile on her face. “are you ready to hear it?”

“of course.”

“alright, then, here’s your message…”

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“‘yn-nim’–”

“yn-nim?” gahyeon interrupted, turning to your members with a raised eyebrow. “since when did we address yn like that?”

“maybe they wanted to stay anonymous.” yoohyeon suggested, leaning forward and resting her chin in her palm. “siyeon-unnie did the same thing for jiu-unnie, didn’t she?”

“it sounds like you wanted to stay anonymous, yoohyeon.” handong teased, wiggling her eyebrows.

“yah, i was just saying–”

“don’t mind them, moonbyul-ssi.” you said, blatanty ignoring the growing argument happening behind you. “please, continue reading the message.”

“ah, okay, uh…” she cleared her throat, readjusting her tablet before continuing. “‘yn-nim, please eat properly. you’re so scrawny and thin that i’m worried you’ll fall just because a gust of wind hit you.’”

“so it’s one of the older members.” gahyeon muttered, her lips pursed as she crossed her arms. “the question is, which one is it?”

“why do you think it’s one of the younger members, gahyeon-ssi?” moonbyul asked, looking up from her tablet.

“well, for starters, none of us,” she gestured to herself, yubin, and yoohyeon, “would talk to yn like that.”

“actually, it sounds like something you would say, gahyeon.” handong said, raising an eyebrow at the younger girl. “in fact, i think I heard you call her stick-like just a few days ago–”

“as a joke!”

“so?” bora huffed, also crossing her arms. “you still said it.”

“yn-ssi, who do you think wrote this message?” moonbyul asked, turning to you with a curious look on her face. “or have you already figured it out?”

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“good morning, afternoon, and night…” you murmur, giving a small wave at the camera as you bowed your head. “i am dreamcatcher’s ln yn and it is truly a pleasure to have each and everyone of you as our audience tonight.”

your members and both of the radio hosts clapped as you waved

“good morning, afternoon, or night…” one of the radio hosts – hongjoon, if you remembered correctly – repeated, looking up from his script with an eyebrow raised. “is there a reason why you say all of that instead of just a hello?”

you blink, surprised by the sudden question. “ah, well… i suppose it is because i find it to be more of a nicer greeting.” you murmur, chuckling awkwardly as you smiled apologetically at the two men. “i’m not too sure how to describe it, really, so i hope what i just said made sense.”

“it didn’t.” gahyeon said bluntly, patting you on the back comfortingly. “but don’t worry, ynnie, we get what you’re trying to say.”

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“good morning, afternoon, and evening, this is dreamcatcher’s ln yn speaking.” you murmur, giving a small wave at the camera and bowing your head slightly. “it is truly a pleasure to have each and every one of you as our audience tonight and i sincerely hope you enjoy your time with us.”

“good morning, afternoon, and evening…” one of the hosts – hunjoon? hongjoon? it was something like that – repeated, looking up from his script with a curious look on his face. “is there a reason why you say this instead of ‘hello’, yn-ssi?”

you blink, taken aback by the question. “ah, no?” you say as you chuckle nervously, looking away from his eyes and to your hands, which had clenched into fists without you realizing it. “i just like saying it, that’s all.”

“in that case, why do you say, ‘good morning, afternoon, and night’?” the other host – surprise surprise, you couldn’t remember what his name was either – asked. “just saying, ‘good evening’, would be enough, don’t you think?”

“well, as you may or may not know, dreamcatcher has many international fans,” you start, glancing at minji, who promptly gave you a reassuring nod and a brightsmile, before continuing. “and if they are not in korea, then our timezones would be different, right?”

“ah, i understand what you mean.” the one on the left said, clapping his hands together. “you said, ‘good morning, afternoon, and evening’, because your international fans could be listening to this at some time that isn’t in the afternoon.”

you smile, nodding. “correct.”

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“–and last but not least, yn-ssi, do you have any habits?”

you hum, your head tilted to the side ever so slightly as you considered the question. “i don’t believe i have any specific habits.” you pause. “or, at least, i don’t think i have any.”

“she has a habit of nibbling on her food.” bora said bluntly, blatantly ignoring your questioning stare. “whenever we go out to eat, all seven of us would be digging into whatever we’re eating and then yn would just be taking small bites of her food.” she then frowns. “she somehow always finishes eating first though.”

“basically, we all look like pigs when we’re eating next to her.” siyeon summarized, laughing.

“i see…” the emcee turns to you, a curious look on his face. “is there a reason for this habit, yn-ssi? or, i guess, do you know how it was formed?”

your pursed your lips, your brows furrowing ever so slightly and drawing the attention of handong, who was sitting across from you, and minji, who was sitting to your right.

“i suppose it’s just how i was raised.” you finally said after a moment of silence, your words uncharacteristically curt and somewhat impolite.

“…ah…” the host, having belatedly realized that you weren’t going to elaborate any further, cleared his throat awkwardly. “that’s… interesting.”

“she also has a habit of scratching herself.” yoohyeon chimed in, earning a few sharp looks—bora, siyeon, and handong—and frowns—dami, you, and minji—from her members. “okay, wait, it’s not like she’s scratching herself to the point she hurts herself?” she sighed, her head dropping ever so slightly. “it’s hard to explain, honestly…”

“if you don’t know how to explain it, don’t mention it.” gahyeon said, her brows furrowed. “seriously unnie, be more careful about what you say.”

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“‘which member is the ‘blank’ member?’” the male host—what was his name again? anhyuk? eunhuk? it was something like that—read aloud, looking up at the eight of you from his cue cards. “do you have any ideas as to what the blank could be?”

“uh, ‘which member is the ‘annoying’ member’?” yoohyeon guessed, looking unsure—and rightfully so—of herself.

siyeon, snorting, leans back on her hands. “in that case, sua-unnie would definitely be in first place.” she turned to the older woman, a teasing smirk on her face. “don’t you think so too, sua-unnie?”

“yah, lee siyeon, you–”

“maybe it’s, ‘which member is the ‘nicest’ member’.” gahyeon cut in. “or maybe it’s ‘which member is the ‘prettiest’ member’?”

upon hearing this, handong and yoohyeon had immediately begun posturing, placing hands behind their heads and on their hips as they schooled their expressions into ones of faux indifference.

“wow, just look at them posing!” bora grumbled, her tongue in her cheek. “seriously, those two…”

“don’t worry, sua.” minji cooed, placing her hands on the dancer’s shoulders. “you’re very pretty as well.”

bora, despite being flustered by minji’s words, laughs, brushing the latter’s hands off of her shoulders before turning around and playfully hitting her knee. “yah, jiu, why are you so greasy today?”

“no, not just today, unnie,” yubin chimed in, shaking her hand. “jiu-unnie is greasy everyday.”

“isn’t she just cheesy?” yoohyeon asked, confused. “personally, jiu-unnie is a lot cheesier than she is greasy.” noticing the judgemental looks—curtesy of handong and gahyeon—she was getting, she frowned. “hey, i said personally, didn’t i?”

“well, yeah, but…”

“mijoo-ssi,” you start, blatantly ignoring whatever was happening beside you. “i highly doubt we will be able to give an answer, much less a correct one, without a hint, so if you don’t mind…”

“ah, of course, of course.” the woman cleared her throat, picking up her cue cards and reading off of it dramatically. “for your hint, we will be revealing the rankings of two members.”

yoohyeon, unsurprisingly, perked up. “can we pick who?”

“no.”

your members laugh as the puppy-like girl pouted, crossing her arms and visibly sulking at the rejection.

“in first place we have…” a dramatic pause. “yn-ssi!”

“me?” you blink, surprised and confused. “i’m in first place? for what?”

“that’s what we’re trying to figure out, ynnie.”

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“‘what’s that loud noise in the background? it sounds very scary.’” yoohyeon read aloud before looking up at the camera with a nervous smile. “don’t worry about it, insomnia. it’s just some loud… uh, neighbors.”

siyeon, amused by both the argument happening next door and yoohyeon’s apparent nervousness, raises a brow at the latter with a teasing smile on her lips. “you know that if you say it like that, they’re just going to worry more, right?”

“yn and bora are bickering over how they want the kitchen to be organized.” minji sighed, shaking her head. “it started last week, after ynnie complained that it was so messy–”

“she had a meltdown over not being able to find a spatula.” siyeon helpfully—or unhelpfully, depending on how you saw it—chimed in. “and when she found it, she had another meltdown over the fact that it was in a cabinet and not in a drawer.”

“saying she had is a meltdown is too much of an exaggeration, siyeon-unnie.” yoohyeon said, turning to the older girl with an unimpressed look on her face. “she was just a little upset, that’s all.”

”ynnie complained it was too messy in the kitchen.” minji repeated, her lips pursed. “and bora took it as an insult since she was the one who organized the kitchen, and, well, one thing lead to another and now they’re just arguing.”

“are they really arguing, though?”

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“habits?”

“specifically, yn-ssi’s habits.” the radio host corrected. “when we asked your fans for questions to ask you, nearly half of them asked questions related to yn-ssi.”

he then paused, glancing at the screen of his computer before turning to look at you. “according to them, they know little to nothing about yn-ssi, hence their many questions about her.”

“you know what?” gahyeon asked rhetorically, drawing the attention of your members, you, and the host. “we as idols have profiles made by fans and the other day, i was looking through them–”

“is that why you were being so secretive yesterday?” handong pursed her lips, raising an eyebrow. “you were egosurfing?”

the younger girl frowns. “i wasn’t egosurfing, i was just looking at our profiles!”

“…mhm.”

“so you said that you were looking at the profiles, right, gahyeon-ssi?” the host cut in, looking both nervous and curious. “what did you find?”

“well, when you look at the profiles, they have little fun facts about the member under them,” gahyeon continued, though not before shooting handong a glare. “and you’ll see things like jiu-unnie was born in daejeon, sua-unnie and siyeon-unnie both being avengers fans, yoohyeon-unnie having three siblings, things like that, you know what i mean?”

the man hums, nodding his head. “things like that are common knowledge for fans in general… where you come from, if you have any siblings, what you like…”

“so, i was just looking through our profiles, sometimes laughing a little at what i was reading, but when i got to ynnie’s, do you want to know what i saw?”

“probably nothing.” siyeon muttered to sua, who promptly laughed before clapping her hand over her mouth.

“under funfacts, this was all that was under it,” she paused, clearing her throat dramatically before speaking again, “‘she and dami share a room’, ‘she is considered dreamcatcher’s angel’, ‘she is the quietest member along with dami and handong’, and ‘she has never lost in rock-paper—’”

“correction,” you interrupted, looking at the camera. “i have never lost in any game against my members, excluding games that require physical strength or skill in order to win.”

“what she said.” yoohyeon—rather unhelpfully—added, pointing at you with her thumb before pointing at the camera with her index finger. “please correct it, somnia~”

intrigued, the host leans forward in his seat. “and how does one accomplish such a feat?” he asks. “are those games not based entirely on luck?”

“what?” you tilt your head, visibly confused by the man’s wording. “accomplish such… a feat? not based on luck?”

“he’s asking how you win games when they’re based on luck.” yoohyeon said—translated, more like—, laughing. “he just said it weirdly, that’s all.”

“ah, uh, i just win them.” you smile sheepishly at the man, unsure of what else to say. “i don’t do anything special, i just… win.”

humming, the man nods his head in understanding before smiling at you. “in that case, would it be alright if we tested this?” he asks, raising a brow. “i, personally, would like to see this… skill of yours in action.”

“uhm, okay.” you pause. “what game?”

“do rock paper scissors first.” dami suggested, leaning back in her chair with a small smirk on her lips.

“rock paper scissors it is, then!” he chuckles, holding out a hand—fist—toward you and wiggling his eyebrows in a way that would have been funny if not for the way it looked so creepy. “ready?”

a few minutes later, your members were laughing and cheering while the host was slumped in his chair, looking as though his soul had been sucked out of his body.

“i can’t believe yn won twenty times in a row.” handong sighed, visibly amused. “that said, it’s not all that surprising...”

“yah, jiu-unnie,” gahyeon turned to the leader, who was still laughing, “doesn’t this remind you of the time we played rock paper scissors and the loser had to drink that weird pickled radish water?”

siyeon pursed her lips, her eyebrows furrowing. “eugh, that thing tasted horrible.”

“you shouldn’t have challenged yn to a game of rock paper scissors more than once, siyeon.” jiu murmured, wiping a stray tear from her eyes. “maybe if you didn’t, you wouldn’t have drank it more than five times.”

“look, that was before we found out that yn’s some kind of… uh, gaming goddess, okay? cut me some slack!”

“‘gaming goddess’?” yoohyeon repeated, snorting. “wow, ynnie, you got promoted. first you were an angel and now you’re a goddess.”

“woo…?”

“sorry, we got a little sidetracked there.” the host chuckled before clearing his throat. “ah, what was the question again? habits, yes?”

“they asked about what habits yn had.”

nodding, he glanced at the screen of his computer again before looking at your members. “so, what are some habits that yn-ssi has?”

“why don’t we all say one?” sua suggested, smiling widely. “that way, they’ll learn six things about yn instead of just one!”

“and maybe they’ll stop whining about not knowing anything ynnie.” siyeon added, snickering.

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“and lastly, we have yn-ssi’s love message.” moonbyul said before looking up from her tablet. “before we read it, though… yn-ssi, is there anyone you have in mind?”

“anyone in mind?” you ask, tilting your head. “as in, who do i think wrote my love message?” the older woman nods and you hum, your polite expression turning thoughtful. “i suppose it could be sua-unnie. she’s the only one who hasn’t written anything for the other members yet.”

moonbyul blinks, glancing at her tablet for a brief moment and letting out a quiet, “ah”, before nodding her head in understanding. “so, yn-ssi thinks that sua-ssi wrote her letter.” she looks up again, this time to address sua. “what do you think, sua-ssi?”

“why would i think anything?” the girl asks in response, seemingly nonchalant. “i wasn’t the one who wrote it.” she’s pointedly ignoring the snickering and quiet laughs from your members choosing to stare at moonbyul instead. “seriously. i wasn’t the one who wrote it.”

chuckling, moonbyul nods her head once more and easily accepts sua’s—unfortunately very unconvincing—answer. “in that case, you have nothing to worry about.” she says before clearing her throat. “now, here is yn-ssi’s love message.”

“‘yn-ssi, why do you keep calling me ‘jagiya’? i may be a ‘darling’, but i am not your ‘darling’. please explain this transgression!’”

“‘transgression’?” gahyeon repeated incredulously. “what kind of person uses the word ‘transgression’ these days?”

“the kind of person that was born in 1994.” yoohyeon answered, giggling and yelping upon getting swatted by sua.

“so, i noticed that some of you started laughing right after i said yn-ssi’s name.” moonbyul says, shifting the topic back on track smoothly. “what was so funny?”

“as you may or may not know, moonbyul-ssi, yn is our dear maknae.” jiu places a hand on your shoulder and squeezes lightly, smiling down at you. “so it was a little funny that whoever wrote this message—”

“sua-unnie.” siyeon supplied, smirking at the older woman who rolled her eyes in response.

“—decided to say ‘yn-ssi’ instead of just saying yn.”

“maybe they didn’t want to call ynnie yn.” yoohyeon suggested, crossing her arms. “after all, some of us call her yn and some don’t.”

“oh?” intrigued, moonbyul perked up and leaned forward. “is that so?”

“they all call me yn, sua-unnie and dami-unnie just use it more than the others.” you correct, shooting yoohyeon a perplexed look and pursing your lips upon seeing the girl smile sheepishly at you.

“ah, i see.” the host hums, glancing at her tablet before adding, “so, as mentioned in the love message, you call this member, ‘jagiya’, a lot, so much so that they’re even complaining about it…”

“yn calls all of us ‘jagiya’,” siyeon muttered, tilting her head and not so subtly looking at a specific dancer. “and there is only one person who actually complains about it.”

sua, agitated, huffs and crossed her arms. “yah, i’m not the only one who’s complained about it.” she grumbled, glaring pointedly at dami, who promptly averted her eyes, handong, who only smiled at her innocently, and yoohyeon, who immediately started laughing nervously. “and besides, i’m not actually that upset about it, it’s just too sleazy for me to not get grossed out by it.”

“sleazy?” moonbyul repeated, raising an eyebrow. “how can someone calling you something that is used to express affection sound sleazy?”

“it isn’t sleazy.” dami muttered, shooting sua an amused look. “sua-unnie just acts like it is.”

“personally, i think it’s pretty cute.” jiu smiled, pretending to coo at you and laughing when you became visibly flustered, your cheeks turning a light red. “especially since she’s our youngest~”

sua frowned, her brows furrowing and her forehead wrinkling. “if anything, her being the youngest makes it worse.”

moonbyul, chuckling, glances at the comments flying across the screen of her tablet and—probbaly because she read one too many desperate comments from those watching—says, “some of your fans are asking that you give an example, yn-ssi.”

“an example?” you repeat, tilting your head. “an example of what?”

“an example of you being ‘sleazy’ when using ‘jagiya’.” handong murmurs into your ear after leaning over, her words barely being caught by the microphone in her hands.

“oh!” seemingly understanding what was asked of you, you nod your head, only to freeze a moment later, prompting your members to laugh and mock you playfully. “oh, uh, sorry, how do i do that?”

“since ynnie can’t really do it on the spot, let’s just tell you how it happens usually.” gahyeon said, getting a nod from both moonbyul and—surprisingly—you. “whenever she says it, she doesn’t realize that she did until someone tells her that she did. it’s like…” she trails off, struggling to find the right word. “it’s kind of like a habit.”

“a habit.” moonbyul repeated, nodding slowly. lost in your thoughts, you too nodded.

“don’t you find it hilarious that gahyeonie is the one explain ynnie’s habits to her?” yoohyeon whispered to dami, who bit back a laugh.

gahyeon, still explaining what she meant, turned to you.

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“can you get that for me, unnie?”

minji, having been reading the words your fans were commenting, perked up. “what?” she looked around. “what do you need?”

“tissues.” you point at the box of tissues to her left, too far for you to reach without standing up from your chair.

“ah, okay, okay.” she takes hold of the box, staring at it for a brief moment. “do you just need one or do you need two?”

“one’s okay.”

humming, your leader pulls a sheet out and turns to you. “where do you–” she cuts herself off upon seeing the food’s sauce around your mouth. “oh. i see. do you want me to…?”

you blink. “if you want to.”

“i do.” minji smiles, dabbing at your mouth gently with the tissue. “there, i’m pretty sure i got all of it. do you feel anything?”

you pull away from the older girl, moving closer to the camera and examining your face. “you did get everything. thank you, unnie.”

minji cooed softly, patting you on the head and making you frown slightly. “no problem, ynnie.”

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“welcome, everyone, to our random late night live~” siyeon greets, smiling at the camera. “how have you all been doing? hopefully you’ve been doing well since it’s been getting cold recently. ynnie even got sick the other day…” she blinks, looking up as someone—you—approached her. “speaking of which…”

“hello, insomnia.” you murmured, dropping onto your knees and waving at the camera. “minji-unnie, bora-unnie, and gahyeon-unnie are all a bit busy, so we decided to start the live without them first.”

you pause, turning to look at something off-screen before turning back to the camera. “they’ll join the live in a few minutes, so please be patient.”

“are you feeling better now?” the older girl asked, pressing the back of her hand against your forehead and pursing her lips. “you don’t feel that warm anymore, but you’re still kind of sweaty…”

you hum, nodding your head while you did so and being careful to not hit her with your chin. “minji-unnie gave me some medicine a few minutes ago, so i guess it’s taking affect now.”

“ah…” frowning, siyeon turns away from the camera, fussing with something off screen before turning back to you. “here, wipe your sweat, yn. you’ll get sicker if you don’t.”

you take the towel, dabbing lightly at the skin around your forehead. “thank you, unnie.”

“no problem kiddo.”

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“what should we order?”

“order?” minji asked, looking away from the camera with a raised eyebrow. “we just ate breakfast, didn’t we?”

“i didn’t get to eat breakfast though.” gahyeon murmured, frowning. “yoohyeon-unnie was supposed to go out with me to get something to eat for breakfast, but she wasn’t awake.”

“ah, our poor gahyeonie~” minji cooed, frowning—albeit less seriously—as she placed her hands on the maknae’s cheeks. “in that case, let’s order whatever you like, hm?”

“yay!” gahyeon cheered, picking her phone up and immediately going through several menus. “what should we get? there’s pancakes and pajeon*, and– oh! i saw this one video about tanghulu and it looked so good…”

“tanghulu for breakfast?” the leader asked, amused. “i don’t think i’ve ever heard of someone eating that for breakfast… fruit by itself, maybe, but not tanghulu.”

gahyeon huffed, pouting. “it was just an idea.” she muttered, sighing as she looked at another menu. “what about… oh, what about gimbap?” she looked up from her phone, eyebrow raised. “what do you think, unnie? we could get kimchi gimbap and bulgogi gimbap and share it with the others.”

“that sounds good…” she paused. “oh, and make sure to tell them–”

“–to not add any pickled radish.” gahyeon finished, rolling her eyes with an amused smile on her face. “don’t worry, unnie, i’ll make sure that they won’t add any.”

smiling, minji turned back to the camera. “sorry guys, looks like we’ll have to end the live a little early.” she says, her smile widening as the comment section was invaded with numerous crying emojis. “aw~ don’t worry, when the others go live tomorrow, i’ll make sure to make an appearance and see you all again, okay? so don’t get too upset~”

“jiu-unnie, saying that only makes it worse– look, someone even said, ‘jiu-unnie, please don’t leave me’.” gahyeon sighed, a disapproving look on her face. “seriously, unnie, they’re delusional, and you’re making it worse by feeding into their delusions.”

minji, amused by the younger girl’s exaggerated words, chuckles. “alright, alright, i’ll stop… hm?”

“what?”

“‘the pickled radish in gimbap is my favorite’,” minji read aloud slowly, squinting at the small characters on the screen. “‘why are you asking them to remove it?’”

“because yn is picky and doesn’t like pickled radish.” gahyeon replied simply, leaning back in her chair. “an if something she doesn’t like is anywhere near her food, much less in it, she refuses to eat the entire thing at all.”

minji nods, a bright smile on her lips. “don’t worry, ‘bluefire0839’-nim, the rest of us are okay with pickled radish.”

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“so i told her that–”

a loud thud interrupts bora, the sound followed by a high pitched whistle that goes on for the next few seconds before suddenly stopping.

bora and handong, having frozen upon hearing the thud, stare at something off screen, their pupils visibly shaking.

“what was that?” yoohyeon asked quietly, her words barely being picked up by the microphone of bora’s phone. “unnie, what was that?”

the older girl frowns, turning her head to glare at the younger. “how would i know?” she hissed, eyebrows furrowed. “no one is—or should be—home right now, they’re all busy doing schedules.”

“right. my bad.” yoohyeon mutters, letting out a sheepish chuckle that quickly dies out as she realizes just how serious the situation at hand has gotten. “oh my god, if the others aren’t here, that means it’s a robber or something, right, unnie? or maybe it’s a sasaeng?”

at that, she pauses. “actually, it probably isn’t, we’re not that popular to have any–”

“quiet, yoohyeon, let me think.” bora’s eyes are narrowed as she visually searched their room for anything they could use as a weapon, her teeth digging into her bottom lip anxiously.

a few moments of pure silence passed, until yoohyeon, having fallen silent upon being rebuked by the older girl, suddenly perked up, her eyes widening. “unnie, i hear footsteps!”

“fu–”

bora is, once again, interrupted, this time by a soft knock and a muffled, “bora-unnie, yoohyeon-unnie, are you two in there?”

“…”

“bora-unnie? yoohyeon-unnie?” another knock, though it sounded more louder than the previous. “are you two okay?”

“…ynnie?” the younger of the two called out fearfully after another moment of silence passed, her eyes still wide. “is that you?”

“it is.” at your affirmation, both girls let out the breath they had, unknowingly, held. “is there something wrong, yoohyeon-unnie? you sound… afraid.”

”come in, yn.” bora says, slumping onto her pillow with a weary sigh. “oh, and heads up, we’re streaming.”

the door is heard opening and soon enough, you had popped into view beside yoohyeon. “hello, insomnia, how have you been doing? hopefully you’ve all been doing good…”

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“so, as most of you watching already know, dreamcatcher is known for their love of food,” moobyul said, scrolling through the script on her tablet before glancing up to look at the eight of you. “that said, i heard that yn-ssi doesn’t seem to share that love. is there a reason for this, yn-ssi?”

bora, huffing, crosses her arms. “reason?” she repeats, raising an eyebrow before rolling her eyes with both exasperation and sarcasm. “there is no such thing, moonbyul-nim, yn is just picky with food.”

“and by picky,” moonbyul says slowly, leaning forward with a look of intrigue on her face. “do you mean she only eats what she wants to eat, or…?”

“if anything she doesn’t like is on it, she won’t eat it.” gahyeon sighed, shaking her head. “a while ago, we bought a pizza, and ynnie really, really hates pepperoni–”

“pepperoni?” moonbyul asks, eyes wide. “but isn’t it the first thing you think of when you think of pizza toppings or just pizza in general?”

“yeah, but something like that would never convince yn to stop hating it.” yoohyeon muttered, pouring at you.

“so, when we were ordering,” gahyeon continued, “we said that we wanted three fourths of the pizza to have pepperoni, but they must have misheard us or hot lazy or something, though because when it came to the dorms, the whole thing was covered in pepperoni.”

“personally, i think they added more pepperoni than they normally would just to spite us.” yubin said, chuckling. “the only thing that wasn’t covered in pepperoni was the crust, and even that was partially covered by it.”

“we told yn to just pick the pepperoni off but she told us she didn’t want to eat a pizza that was ‘tainted’ by pepperoni, or something like that.” siyeon also sighed, even going so far as to shake her head in mock disappointment. “in the end, we had to get a small pizza just for her.”

moonbyul, chuckling, turns to you. “and did the pizza taste good, yn-ssi?”

“i think it did.” you give a small, innocent-looking smile at the older idol. “considering that i ate it a while ago, i can’t really remember how it tasted.”

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she has never lost a game

“i’ve never lost a game.”

your members all pause mid-conversation before turning to you with their eyebrows raised, looks of either awe and intrigue on their faces, save for yoohyeon, who looked more curious than anything else.

“you’ve never lost a game?” she repeats, tilting her head. “as in, you’ve never ever lost in any game you’ve played?”

“well, i’ve never lost a game that didn’t require physical ability and or skill.” you amended, giving the older girl a small smile. “with how scrawny i am, i don’t think i could beat you in, for example, arm wrestling, not even if i wanted to.”

“okay, but you’ve never lost a game?”

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“should we do rock paper scissors, then?” minji suggested, breaking the silence between the eight of you. “we could have whoever wins pick the order we go in.”

“sounds good to me.” siyeon muttered, leaning back on her hands and glancing at the lie detector machine in front of all of you with weary eyes.

“if i win, i’m going to make yoohyeon go first.” bora stated, the smirk on her lips shifting into a round ‘o’ shape upon receiving a hit from the said girl. “yah, kim yoohyeon!”

the younger girl squealed, hastily moving away from bora in an attempt to avoid getting hit by her. “if i win, i’m going to make sua-unnie go first!”

“you little–!”

“you started it first?”

as your members watch the two girls fight and bicker, you tug on minji’s sleeve, your brows furrowed. “unnie?”

“yes?” minji’s gaze shifted from yoohyeon and bora to you, her eyes still bright with amusement. seeing the look on your face, though, dampens said brightness, but only slightly. “what’s wrong? are you okay?”

“i’m fine, unnie, there’s nothing wrong.” you mutter, placing your hand on hers. “i was just wondering i should abstain from playing?”

“you don’t want to play?” she asks, her brows furrowing. “why would you–” she abruptly cuts herself off, understanding flickering across her features. “ah, right… well, if you don’t want to play, you don’t–“

“who’s not playing?” bora asked, squeezing her way between the two of you and squinting at you with suspicion-filled eyes. “yah, ln yn, are you not playing?”

“yn isn’t playing?” yoohyeon repeated, perking up. “wooh! that means we actually have a chance now!”

the two—gahyeon had joined in—cheered, playfully sticking their tongues out at you as they danced around the room.

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