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ducktoo · 14 days ago

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Chase Me

Dreamcatcher's Yoohyeon x Reader

Note: I am still not over the concert even after 2 weeks-

(I have no bias in Dreamcatcher cuz I like all of them fr-)

Sydney’s morning rush is a battlefield. Trains packed like sardines, foot traffic rivaling a marathon, and an air of collective exhaustion lingering between sleep-deprived students and caffeine-fueled office workers. You’re one of them, barely awake, navigating through the chaos like a half-functioning robot.

The reason?

Dreamcatcher’s concert.

Your body is here, trudging through the streets, but your mind? It’s still stuck in last night’s hall. The flashing lights, the pounding bass, the way the entire crowd chanted and moved as one.

And her. Yoohyeon.

Even now, her voice echoes in your head—sharp and clear, cutting through the instrumentals like a siren’s call. The way she smiled, her energy infectious as she hyped up the crowd. The way she looked at the fans, eyes twinkling under the stage lights.

And now here you are, running on three hours of sleep, the post-concert blues hitting harder than your morning lecture ever will.

With a sigh, you rub your eyes, barely processing the world around you. It feels weird to be back in this reality, surrounded by uni deadlines instead of screaming fans. Yesterday, you were part of something bigger—jumping, cheering, singing along with thousands of others. Now, it’s just another day of squeezing onto public transport, staring blankly at the InDesign pages while smacking your tongue for that lingering taste of your instant coffee, and pretending you have your life together.

At least your body is moving on autopilot. The route to campus is muscle memory at this point—crosswalk, shortcut through the side street, dodge the slow walkers. You barely register the people around you, too caught up in last night’s highlights…and also her.

Did Yoohyeon really look in your direction during that one song, or was it just your sleep-deprived brain playing tricks on you?

Your thoughts are cut short by the sound of a bell—sharp, sudden, way too close. And then—boom.

A solid thud rattles through your shoulder, knocking the air out of your lungs. Something spills. Someone stumbles.

“Ah, fcking—”

You blink, heart still lagging behind reality. A figure stands in front of you, coffee dripping from their hand onto the pavement below. Their hood is up, masking most of their face, but their posture is stiff, radiating clear frustration.

“Seriously?” they mutter, their accent barely noticeable but there.

You barely look up. “Sorry mate! I’m in a rush—” And just like that, you’re gone, feet moving before your brain can process anything else.

You don’t have time to linger. Your professor doesn’t tolerate late students, and you’re already running on borrowed minutes. Whoever that was, they’ll have to deal with one less coffee today. You’ll probably never see them again.

Or so you think.

Yoohyeon sighed, shaking off the lingering annoyance as she wiped her coffee-stained hand on a napkin. The morning air was cool, crisp, and perfect for a quiet stroll—except some random student had just body-checked her like they were late for an Olympic sprint.

Who even does that?

She frowned, adjusting the hood of her jacket, trying to push the encounter out of her mind. It wasn’t that big of a deal. Just an accident. But still… a quick “sorry” and immediate escape? No offer to help? No second glance? If she weren’t trying to stay low-key, she might’ve called them out for it.

With a huff, she kicked a stray pebble as she resumed her slow walk through the unfamiliar streets of Sydney. This was her first time exploring the city properly—well, as much as she could while keeping a low profile. The members had been given some free time before their schedule resumed, and while some opted to rest, she had wanted to breathe in the city a little longer.

Now, all she had to show for it was a ruined coffee and mild irritation.

Her phone buzzed.

Sua:

Where are you?

Siyeon:

You better not be lost again.

Yoohyeon rolled her eyes but smiled, quickly typing out a response.

Yoohyeon:

I’m on my way back. Chill.

Sua:

That’s what you said last time, and we had to send a search party.

Yoohyeon:

That was ONE time!

Siyeon:

Twice, actually.

Yoohyeon groaned under her breath. This was why she rarely wandered off alone. One wrong turn and suddenly she was branded as the group’s resident lost child. To be fair, it wasn’t completely undeserved… but still.

She picked up the pace, retracing her steps back toward the hotel. The streets were busier now, people moving with purpose, most likely students and office workers in the middle of their morning routines. She wondered if the person from earlier was one of them—just another exhausted student, running late, too lost in their own world to even notice her.

If only they had. Maybe they would’ve realized they just knocked over their own bias’s coffee.

The thought almost made her laugh. Wouldn’t that be funny? Imagine their reaction—wide eyes, instant regret, maybe even a dramatic gasp. But no, that person didn’t even look up properly. They had no idea.

It was kind of nice, actually.

For once, she was just another face in the crowd. No cameras, no screaming fans, no need to be “Dreamcatcher’s Yoohyeon.” Just someone wandering around a new city, getting lost, getting her coffee ruined, and dealing with it like anyone else would.

Still, it didn’t mean she wasn’t annoyed about it.

She pushed open the hotel door, stepping into the lobby where the rest of the group was waiting.

“Finally,” Sua sighed in relief. “I was about to ask people with my horrible English.”

“I was not lost, unnie.” Yoohyeon said, rolling her eyes.

“She totally was,” Handong whispered to Dami, who stifled a laugh.

Yoohyeon ignored them and flopped onto the couch beside Gahyeon. “I need another coffee.”

“You had one,” Gahyun pointed out. “Where’d it go?”

Yoohyeon exhaled sharply, remembering the clumsy stranger from earlier. “A person ran into me and knocked it over.”

The members winced in sympathy.

“No way,” JiU said. “Did they recognize you? Are you ok?”

“Nope. Didn’t even look at me properly. Just said sorry and ran off.”

“Damn.” Dami smirked. “Bet they’ll regret it when they realize.”

Yoohyeon scoffed. “I doubt it. They were in too much of a rush. Probably won’t even remember it happened.”

She stretched her arms behind her head, pushing the thought aside. It was just a random moment in a city full of strangers. Nothing more.

After all, what were the chances of ever seeing them again?

By the time your last lecture wraps up, your brain is fried beyond recognition.

You barely made it through the three-hour session without nodding off, and the only thing keeping you from collapsing on the spot is the promise of food. Something good, something greasy, something that’ll make you forget the pain of pretending to understand your professor’s rambling about the connections in metal facades.

Your stomach growls in agreement as you step out of the lecture hall, stretching out the stiffness in your shoulders.

You had one place in mind: a popular little restaurant near campus, famous for its insane portions and dangerously addictive dishes. It wasn’t fancy, but it was the kind of spot that had a line out the door on weekends. Lucky for you, it was a weekday, and you were craving something greasy enough to erase the pain of early morning lectures and accidental coffee crimes.

You walked in, the familiar sizzle of a busy kitchen and the smell of something fried instantly making your stomach growl. The place was packed but not overwhelmingly so. Most of the seats were filled with students like yourself, either laughing over their meals or too exhausted to do anything but eat in silence.

You ordered your food, grabbed your number, and went to find a seat.

And then you saw her.

At first, it didn’t register. Just another customer, sitting near the window, scrolling through her phone while lazily picking at her food. A hood covered most of her face, her posture relaxed like she was enjoying her solitude.

But something about her was… familiar.

The way she absentmindedly twirled her fork. The way her familiar oversized hoodie slightly drooped off her shoulder.

The way she looked like she was still annoyed about something.

Your eyes trailed lower—to her clothes. A hoodie. A jacket over it. The same color. The same fit.

You suddenly felt very awake.

No. No way. It couldn’t be.

But it was.

Your stomach dropped. Your soul left your body for the second time today.

The person you had body-checked into another dimension this morning—the one you had barely glanced at before running off—was sitting right there, enjoying her meal, completely unaware of your existence.

And it wasn’t just anyone.

It was Yoohyeon. Your bias.

Your heart started doing gymnastics. Your mind replayed the crime scene from this morning in slow motion. The impact. The spilled coffee. The exasperated “Seriously?” that you had brushed off in your rush.

You wanted to disappear.

Of all the people in Sydney—of all the people you could have unknowingly committed coffee homicide against—it just had to be her.

You debated your options.

A) You could pretend you didn’t see her, quietly eat your food, and escape before she noticed you.

B) You could be brave, approach her, and confess to your sins.

C) You could simply turn around and walk straight into oncoming traffic.

Option C was looking really tempting.

But before you could make a decision, Yoohyeon shifted in her seat, stretching slightly, and then—

Her eyes met yours.

Time slowed.

For a second, there was no recognition. Just casual eye contact, like two strangers accidentally locking eyes in public. You should have looked away. You should have.

But then you saw it. The moment it clicked. Yoohyeon tilted her head, squinting slightly. Then her eyebrows slowly raised.

Your face screamed busted.

Oh no. Oh no no no—

Panic hit you like a freight train.

Fight or flight? Flight. Definitely flight.

Before Yoohyeon could say anything, your body acted on pure survival instinct—you turned on your heel and bolted.

You didn’t think. Didn’t process. Didn’t even care that you hadn’t gotten your food yet. All you knew was that your bias, Dreamcatcher’s Yoohyeon, had recognized you as the reckless idiot who knocked her coffee over this morning, and there was no way in hell you were sticking around for whatever payback she had in mind.

“Hey—!”

Oh no. No, no, no. She was getting up.

Adrenaline surged through you as you tore through the restaurant, dodging past tables and confused customers like a fugitive on the run. Your legs carried you faster than they ever had in your life, weaving through the maze of furniture toward the exit.

You didn’t hear her call after you, didn’t stop to check if she was following. You just ran. Out the door, past the customers giving you weird looks, onto the sidewalk where Sydney’s evening crowd was in full motion.

The city blurred around you. You weren’t even sure why you were running anymore—only that embarrassment had a firm grip on your soul, and you needed to put as much distance between yourself and Yoohyeon as possible.

“Yah! Get back here!”

You risked a glance over your shoulder.

Big mistake.

Yoohyeon was chasing you.

Her hood had fallen back slightly, revealing her messy, slightly wavy hair. The second she realized you were escaping, she shot up from her seat—her chair scraping against the floor—and sprinted after you with terrifying speed.

What the hell?! Why was she so fast?! Didn't she had a concert yesterday?!

You picked up speed, dodging past pedestrians who threw you dirty looks as you weaved through the busy footpath. Somewhere in the distance, a car honked aggressively, but you didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was survival.

“Are you seriously running?!” Yoohyeon shouted between breaths, her voice laced with both amusement and disbelief.

Yes. Yes, you were.

But just as you were about to take another sharp turn, your already fried brain made the mistake of looking back again.

And that’s when you saw them.

More figures. More familiar faces.

A group of girls further down the street, walking towards the restaurant.

At first, they didn’t seem to notice the chaos unfolding. But then—one by one—they turned their heads. You could see it in real time: the exact moment Dreamcatcher processed the absolute mess happening before them.

Sua blinked. Siyeon’s jaw dropped. Handong tilted her head in confusion. Dami just sipped her drink, utterly unfazed. JIU and Gahyun tried to decipher the mess just passed them.

You didn’t stick around long enough to see their reactions fully settle.

Because the moment they really took in the scene—Yoohyeon in a full sprint, you running like your life depended on it—

Sua pointed straight at you. “Get them!”

Oh, you have got to be kidding me. Now they were chasing you too.

Panic hit you like a freight train. Your legs burned. Your lungs screamed. You didn’t even know where you were running to anymore—just that turning back now meant death.

The sight must’ve been ridiculous to onlookers. Some poor university student being hunted down by Dreamcatcher, half of whom were now laughing but still sprinting after you like a pack of wolves.

“YA, JUST STOP!” Yoohyeon yelled, nearly catching up.

“Sorry, No!” you gasped.

"You have to face your crimes eventually!" Sua hollered in Korean, gaining speed.

"I have no clue what you're saying but it's only a coffee!" you wheezed.

At this point, you weren’t even sure if you were running out of sheer embarrassment or if this had simply become the most intense game of tag Sydney onlookers had ever witnessed.

But one thing was clear.

You were not making it out of this chase unscathed.

You were so done.

Your legs were screaming at you to stop, but your pride had long since disappeared, buried somewhere beneath the exhaustion. There was no more running. No more dodging. You had nothing left to give. The only thing that remained was the long, painful walk of defeat.

Somewhere along the way, you’d veered into a nearby park. The trees, the grass, the little benches—it was like a green oasis, a moment of peace before everything exploded into chaos once more. But the problem was… well, now you were trapped.

You collapsed onto the nearest bench, gasping for air like you’d just run a marathon. You were surrounded by Dreamcatcher members—each of them also winded and bent over, hands on their knees or clutching their sides.

Yoohyeon was the first to approach you, though her breath was still uneven. She stood before you, hands on her hips, clearly trying to catch her breath. But then her lips curled up in that mischievous smile, the one you recognized all too well.

“You know, you’re a really fast runner,” she said, clearly amused. “You had all of us running after you like that.”

You shot her a glare. "I had to get away, didn't I?" you wheezed. "You were chasing me!"

"Well, you did spill coffee on me this morning."

You groaned, feeling your face turn redder. "I said I was sorry!"

"Yeah, well, I was going to forgive you," Yoohyeon began, crossing her arms, "but then I had to chase you down like this." She grinned as she leaned closer. "How about you apologize properly now?"

The other members had gathered around now, and while they weren’t winded as much anymore, they were still huffing slightly. Sua glanced at you with a raised eyebrow, Dami snickered, and Siyeon crossed her arms.

“Well?” Siyeon asked. "What have you got to say for yourself, coffee spiller?"

You blinked, still trying to recover from the whole chase scene. You were not prepared for a Dreamcatcher interrogation, but here you were.

Yoohyeon, noticing the communication barrier, grinned. "Don't worry," she said in a teasing tone. "I’ll translate for you." She turned to the others, speaking rapid Korean, and then looked back at you with a smirk. "Basically, they want to know why you were running like your life depended on it. They think you owe them an apology, especially for dragging them into your mess."

You shot her a look, trying not to let your embarrassment show. "I did apologize," you muttered, feeling your cheeks burn.

"Not properly," Yoohyeon teased, and then turned to the others again. She spoke to them in Korean, and they all seemed to exchange a few words before she translated again.

“Okay, they say it’s fine. You don’t have to worry about it.” Yoohyeon paused, raising an eyebrow. “But you should still tell them your name. You know, considering you just ran like a maniac in front of them.”

You took a deep breath, finally feeling like you were safe enough to speak without passing out. “I… I’m sorry again,” you started, the words feeling more sincere now. "I’m Y/N. I didn’t mean to make a scene, I just… I was in a rush this morning and didn’t even realize who I bumped into.”

“Really?” Sua’s voice was playful, and she shot a look at Yoohyeon. “You didn’t know?”

You shook your head sheepishly. “No idea. I—" Your voice trailed off, still in shock. "Oh Right! I saw the concert last night. I swear I was going to lose my voice screaming from how good you guys were. You were amazing. Like, amazing.”

There was a brief silence, and then Yoohyeon’s eyes softened. She leaned forward slightly. “Oh? You were at the concert?”

You nodded enthusiastically, a wide grin spreading across your face. “Yeah! You guys were incredible. I’m still buzzing from it.” You paused, your excitement bubbling over. “Honestly, I was just happy I got to see Dreamcatcher live. I’ve been a fan for so long, and seeing you guys perform just… wow.”

Yoohyeon’s expression changed, her playful demeanor softening into something a little more sincere. “I’m glad you liked it.” She smiled, and the others nodded, clearly flattered.

“Well, that’s a little better,” Siyeon teased, but she was smiling too. “Glad to know you’re not some random weirdo who just ran from us for no reason.”

You laughed, feeling the tension ease. You were still mortified by the whole chase ordeal, but at least now you felt like you were in good company.

Yoohyeon gave you a final, amused look. "Next time, though… maybe don't run so fast?"

You chuckled, nodding quickly. "Got it. No running. I'll try to stick around and apologize properly."

"Good," Yoohyeon said with a wink, “But don’t think you’re off the hook just yet. You still owe us that coffee.”

You blinked. “Wait, what? It's night, though?”

"Did I stutter?"

The group laughed, and you couldn’t help but join in. It wasn’t every day you found yourself in this kind of ridiculous situation—caught in a park, apologizing to your bias, with Dreamcatcher themselves laughing at the absurdity of it all.

But somehow, it felt like a memory you’d never forget.

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