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Dreamcatcher Reaction To Having A Really Affectionate S/O

Pairing: Dreamcatcher x GN!Reader

Requested By Anon: "hii can i request dreamcatcher reacting to having a really affectionate s/o (their love language is physical touch)?"

A/N: Hello hello, my lovely readers! I'm back again with some Dreamcatcher fluff, just for you. I hope you like all of these! Don't forget to like, comment, and reblog; it keeps me motivated :)

Info: Each member has a reaction, a story snippet / oneshot, and their love languages ranked. It's loooong, so enjoy!

Jiu

Adores it. She’s mentioned before that she feels the safest when she’s in your arms, so it’s really a no-brainer that she’s happiest whenever you’re loving on her

Just as much as she loves to take care of you and the girls, she secretly loves to get taken care of, too

Especially by you

You just know all the right ways to hold her and help her relax. Your back rubs are elite, according to her. She lowkey thinks you were a professional masseuse in your past life

You’re her personal heater

And pillow

On particularly rough days, she’ll just fall into your waiting arms and let you work your magic. She vents about her stressors, gradually releasing all of the pent-up tension that she’d been unable to get rid of on her own, until her complaints eventually subside and dissolve into quiet, sulky mumbles as she teeters on the edge of sleep

When you see her so cuddly and relaxed like that, you just…*heart clutch*

Likewise, Jiu regards you with those exact same, astronomically high levels of adoration

You’re literally the most precious and pure thing in the world to her. When you peer up at her with those bright eyes of yours, so starry and full of love for her, she always ends up blushing. She wants to protect you and your cuteness from the world

“My sweet Y/N… what did I ever do to deserve you?”

Without even trying, the two of you naturally gravitate towards one another whenever you’re together. You never have to ask for her attention or affection because she gives it just as readily as you do

When you’re out in public, she never lets you stray too far from her. Both because she’ll inevitably be holding some article of clothing up to you to see if it would fit, or pointing some piece of nature out to you, or discussing what you should grab for lunch….and also because she just wants you nearby.

Though she doesn’t mind admiring the view she gets when you walk away, too ;)

She loves to play with your hands while you cuddle, and she also loves when you put your head in her lap

She sings to you

Whenever her schedule gets busy or the girls go on tour, she leaves some of her hoodies behind for you and makes sure to spray her perfume on them. She also presets a weekly reminder in your phone to display a sweet message for you, aware that you’ll be missing her a lot. She programs it to sound off around the time you typically wake up in the mornings because she wants it to be the first thing you see. If she can’t be there with you physically, she’ll gladly do that to make up for it

Video calls whenever you’re apart. She doesn’t feel fully at ease unless she knows you’re safe and happy

Seeing you never fails to brighten her day

Overall just a total ball of sunshine who is super super soft for you

Story Snippet

7:32 PM

About an hour and a half had passed since your last check-in on her, and you decided it was time to peek in again.

Quietly, so as to not disturb the rare bout of calmness that had befallen the dorm, you approached her bedroom door and turned the knob, opening it gently. A sliver of light from the hall rushed in, cutting through the relative dark.

Her bedside lamp was still on – dimmed to the lowest setting, just like you left it before. The bottle of water on her nightstand was a little closer to being empty than you remember, and the headache pills you had set out were gone.

Your eyes tracked over to her soft form on the bed, finding her tucked in but awake. A sleepy, exhausted smile showed on her face when she realized it was you at the door, just barely visible in the low light. Like always, though, it had a way of shining and brightening up everything around her.

Even when she was feeling under the weather, she couldn’t help but be radiant.

“Hi, baby,” her gentle voice greeted, sounding a bit strained.

The overexertion that she'd subjected herself to over the past few days was rearing its ugly head.

“Hi, my love.�� You smiled pitifully, stepping inside. You shut the door behind yourself and approached the bed, standing at the foot of it. “How are you feeling now?”

“Drained,” she admitted. “I’m still tired; I haven’t been able to wind down.”

You nodded. “You’ve worked hard this week, so that makes sense. Can I get you anything to help?”

“Yeah, actually.” She pepped up the slightest bit.

“Name it and it’s yours.”

A grin pulled at her lips of the irony of that.

“You,” she answered. “Come here, I want to hold you.”

She opened the fluffy covers and waved you in, patting the space next to her. The smile on your face widened shyly at that, but you didn’t hesitate to do as she asked. You climbed in and settled close to her, letting her arms wind around you in the special way they always do.

Her lips pressed to yours, once… twice… three times, before she regained control of herself and opted to keep things PG. It was a bit difficult, with how soft and warm you were, sliding up against her and oh so tempting, but her better judgment managed to prevail in the end.

“I’ve been worried about you today,” you confessed, the words slightly mumbled as your cheek pressed to her chest, “...and I’ve missed you.��

You pouted, and she could feel it. Though she couldn’t see it, she knew it looked adorable.

“I’ve missed you, too, baby,” she chuckled quietly, easing your worries a little in the process. “The bed feels so empty without you in it… I think that’s why I haven't been able to rest very well.”

You melted at her words, feeling so loved. How did she always manage to do that so easily?

“You mean it?”

She nodded, running one of her hands down your back as she scooted a little closer to you. “Absolutely, I do. So you’re not allowed to leave, okay? No slipping away.”

“Okay. I promise,” you assured her.

You smiled when she released a sigh and relaxed into you, letting herself succumb to the exhaustion she felt. She knew you’d keep an eye on her – that she was safe and cared for – and that seemed to be the missing puzzle piece for her.

After just a couple of minutes of being in your presence, she was finally able to fully wind down; you felt it in the way that her breathing evened out and the tension in her muscles dissipated.

The throbbing of her head mellowed, no longer unbearable. You were comfortable and easy to melt into, serving as the perfect distraction from the pain. With every gentle kiss you pressed to her skin and every pass your fingers made through her hair, she took another step towards the edge of sleep.

A little later, as you went to ask her if the pills had helped any, you were halted by the sound of her soft snores. They filled the air of the bedroom around you, making it impossible to hide your grin.

So precious.

Her “Giving” Love Languages Ranked:

1.) Physical Touch

2.) Quality Time

3.) Acts of Service

4.) Words of Affirmation

5.) Gifts

Honestly she's pretty much the human embodiment of all five of them put together. She will quite literally do anything to make you happy. Always, always, always watching out for you.

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Sua

LOVES IT, ARE YOU KIDDING??

She never gets tired of your touch, and she really enjoys being with someone as clingy as she is

When you both get excited about something, it gets so loud and wild

High pitched laughing, yelling, jumping around, squealing… the whole nine yards

On the rare occasion that she’s busy doing something and not actively seeking affection or already clinging to you, you’ll initiate things. It goes straight to her head and she doesn’t shut up about it for the rest of the day. Gloats and brags about how cute and cuddly you are for her

But it also tends to make her blushy and flustered, and you're the only person capable of doing that.

She says you’re the only one who really understands her and her ways of showing love

Although she hides it well, sometimes she’s afraid that she does too much and annoys other people with her affection. But you’re always there to reassure her of the opposite (because you’re just like her)

Squishes your cheeks a lot and gushes about how cute you are

She protects you and your cuteness with her life.

If anyone ever brushes you off or rejects your affection, she'll sweep you up in her arms and hold you close while yelling at them for it

Sometimes she'll literally just lay on you. She's a firm believer that being "too close" is simply impossible

Plays with your hair when you're cuddling

When you’re walking together she usually slips a hand into your back pocket and keeps it there because she loves your ass so much

She loves it when you show affection in public, whether that’s by holding her close, pressing sweet kisses to her lips, holding hands, etc. Knowing that you’re proud of your love for her and you aren’t afraid to own it or show it makes her happy

She also really enjoys it when you show her off

Play fighting is basically a daily occurrence for you. She chooses violence at least once a day

Despite the fact that she can be super aggressive and loud with her affection, she’s also equally as soft for you

Like when you’re all snuggled up in bed and waiting on her, she’ll just admire you from the doorway and smile to herself

Morning cuddles are a must for her. She never wants to get up when you’re at her side because you’re just so soft and warm and holding you is so comforting

She loves the way the two of you fit together

You’re her assistant chef whenever she cooks for everyone. She trusts you to try all of her creations and help her fix everything

That also definitely includes back hugs and a few kiss breaks because the sight of you in an apron drives her a little crazy

“Can you be on my menu tonight?” *wiggles eyebrows*

You’ve always made her feel safe, and she’s never afraid to be herself around you. You appreciate and accept all of her – every insecurity and perfect imperfection included

Story Snippet

The day’s taping of Show Champion was coming to an end as you snuck your way into the girls’ dressing room, aided by one of the backstage workers that was privy to your plans. She helped you hide within one of the closets and wished you luck before leaving just as inconspicuously as she had arrived.

10 Minutes Later

You nearly cracked your head on the back wall when the seven of them burst into the room, loudly conversing and joking with one another. The stems of the flowers in your hand squeaked together quietly, almost as a silent plea for release as you unconsciously tightened your hold on them.

From what sliver of the room you could see through the doors, all of the girls still had wide smiles on their faces. They were exhausted, sure, but happy and content with how the evening was going.

Well, all but one.

Garbled bits and pieces of their conversations made their way over to you as you watched Sua sit down at one of the mirrored stations, putting some distance between herself and the other girls. She took out her phone and began scrolling soon after, most likely as a means of distraction.

Your heart ached a little at the sight. You knew she was feeling down – the girls had told you as much, through texts – but seeing it happen right in front of you made it all the more real.

For the past week and a half, your busy schedules had combined to form the most awful amalgamation of missed opportunities; anytime one of you happened to be free, even for a short while, the other was booked for some important task that was incapable of being canceled or otherwise wormed out of.

All of the girls had missed you, but Sua was the one most affected by your absence – and everyone knew it.

Her spirits had been low, and her normal vibrancy was diminished; it was strange, frankly – a little dystopian – for her to be so unlike herself. The girls depended on her chaotic energy to keep things running smoothly; their dynamic was simply thrown off without it.

But Sua couldn’t even find it in herself to bother entertaining their banter, let alone join in. She didn’t have it in her to keep up with them today.

Although the sight of her so dejected was upsetting, it made a small smile show on your lips; you would be able to cheer her up in no time, and the 180 that she would undergo would undoubtedly make all of the waiting she’d done be worth it.

You counted down silently, wanting to time your entrance perfectly.

3…2…1-

Just as your free hand went to push the door open and kick off your big reveal, your cell phone began to ring in your pocket.

You faltered, fumbling quickly to retrieve it. Sua’s contact image shined brightly, cutting through the dark around you.

The outside world went silent – everyone quickly hushing up at the sudden noise.

You shut your eyes in defeat, sliding up on the green button, while simultaneously opening the door with your foot.

“Surprise.” You said into the phone, locking eyes with her from across the room.

Silence prevailed… one beat, two…. Until the earlier chaos returned with even more spirit than before.

Shouts of your name rang out from the girls, staccato and shocked as they attempted to figure out how you had managed to get there. Sua, on the other hand, didn’t bother with that; she ran up to you, her face lighting up like an eager child’s as you emerged from the closet and turned your phone off. You slipped the device into your pocket and extended the flowers to her.

“Hi, baby,” you grinned, “I finally convinced my boss to let me have a day off, and now I’m he—”

She cut you off at once, wrapping her arms around you at the speed of light and pulling you into the tightest hug you’d ever experienced. What remained of your explanation fizzled out in an instant, knocked from your lungs right along with all the air you had left.

The bouquet fell from your hands when she picked you up and wiggled you around in the air. Your shoes slightly brushed the ground between sways, and you groaned.

“Can’t…breathe…” You struggled out, constricted as she squeezed the life out of you.

Her arms only further tightened around you in response, full of days and days worth of pent up affection with no other place to go.

“Unnie, let go!” Dami scolded, coming up to slap her shoulder. “Y/N/N isn't going anywhere.”

Mere seconds before you went fully limp in her arms, your assailant – AKA the love of your life – put you back down on your feet and took a small step back to look at you.

Glorious, glorious air returned to your lungs in a rush, and you heaved for a brief moment or two. Once your vision returned and the floating spots that had been clouding it retreated, you blinked a few times and turned your attention to Sua.

A cute pout rested on her lips. “I’m sorry, jagi,” she muttered, the words partially aegyo-fied, but the glint in her eye told you that she wasn’t all that sorry at all. “I’ve just missed you so much.”

Wordlessly, you pulled her in close and hugged her again. She could feel the happy upturn of your lips against her neck as you buried your face there, just as relieved as she was to be reunited.

“I’ve missed you, too.” You whispered to her, pressing a kiss to her pulsepoint, and then her jaw, and finally her cheek.

She blushed wildly, growing increasingly more red by the second; the girls noticed, and their exaggerated coos and whoops soon filled the dressing room. When she turned to glare at them, hoping to scare them into silence, she quickly discovered that her typical method of intimidation wasn’t going to work in bringing their teasing to an end this time.

In the name of retribution, she delivered a retaliatory shove to your shoulder instead.

“Yah! We’re finally back together and you have to go embarrassing me right off the bat?” She scolded, voice shrill. “Pabo–”

You placed your lips against hers swiftly, kissing away her anger before it could accrue anymore firepower. Your arms wrapped around her waist, tugging her flush against the front of your body.

She still attempted to mumble an annoyed protest against your lips, but when you grinned and pinched her side, she gave in and melted into your embrace, scoffing quietly.

…

Dami grimaced as she stood in front of the girls, witnessing you kiss again. Sua shamelessly pushed you up against the closet, acting as though they all weren’t a matter of steps away from the both of you.

The bouquet rested in Dami’s hands, courtesy of her earlier retrieval of it from the floor.

“Should I…”

“Just leave it,” Yoohyeon answered abruptly, sharing a similar expression.

Dami nodded and placed it down on the couch before they all backed away and made a bee-line out of the dressing room, pretending to gag.

Her “Giving” Love Languages Ranked:

1.) Physical Touch

2.) Acts of Service

3.) Quality Time

4.) Words of Affirmation

5.) Gifts

Obviously, she’s first and foremost the best at demonstrating her love physically. Like the universal master of it. But aside from that, her strong suit is taking care of you. It comes naturally, and she can almost always be found doing something to make life that much easier on you. Cooking your favorite dishes when you’re hungry, nursing you back to health when you’re sick, being your shoulder to cry on, pulling your hair up when your hands are occupied, etc.

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Siyeon

Couldn’t be happier. She absolutely loooooves being close to you

She could cuddle you for hours on end

Maybe even forever

She rubs your back when she's holding you, tracing mindless patterns against your skin. Having you close is so special to her

Sings to you, sometimes coming up with new material on the fly. You’re her muse, after all, so it’s easy with you around

When things get too hectic and hard for her to deal with, you’re always by her side in a heartbeat

You can read her like a book, and she’s so grateful for that

She thanks her lucky stars on the daily for the fact that she found you in this great big world

When you seek comfort from her and retreat into the safety of her arms, she gets so protective of you. You could simply be evading the wind on a chilly day and she’ll lowkey yell at it to leave you alone while she holds you against her.

She bought you matching rings for your anniversary one year, and when she zones out she always has a habit of toying with yours and playing with your fingers.

Sometimes you all even zone out together (#CoupleGoals)

She pinches your elbow and the back of your hands a lot

When you go full koala mode and just latch onto her and refuse to let go, she gets so happy. It makes her slow down and just revel in the simplicity of your touch, appreciating every second she gets to spend with you (because your schedules don’t always align, and sometimes it can be difficult to have free time like that)

You’re basically her stress reliever. When you’re holding her, nothing else matters

And once you start cuddling, don’t expect her to let you get away without a fight. If you say you want a snack, she’s not afraid to pick you up and carry you into the kitchen just so she can be with you that much longer

“Baby, I’m not gonna drop you. I promise. Have some faith in your wolfie.”

Like Sua, she enjoys PDA. Not anything extreme, of course, but she likes it when you let people know that she’s yours and you’re hers. It helps prevent her from getting jealous (which happens sometimes, but a kiss from you usually solves that)

She’s seriously down bad for you and whipped in a major way. A single touch is powerful enough to make her weak in the knees

Our wolfie is totally *heart eyes* for you

Story Snippet

Siyeon's legs intertwined with yours as you laid down on top of her, pressing her into the couch. She tugged you in, urging you ever-closer as her warm hands settled against your hips. Her thumbs rubbed circles there, soft through the material of your shirt.

The musky scent of her perfume wafted into the air with her movements; it comforted you, putting you even more at ease. Your brain had long ago associated and equated that smell with home.

She smiled brightly, peering up at you with her dark eyes as she giggled at some random joke you had just made. You always knew just what to say to make her laugh.

"You're so beautiful, jagi," you praised, brushing a strand of hair out of her face.

"You think so?" She played, batting her lashes.

"More than you'll ever know. I'm the luckiest person alive," you mused.

The blush on her cheeks spread, becoming more prominent as it flitted its way across the bridge of her nose. She turned her head slightly to the side, briefly glancing away; she felt small beneath your gaze. You always looked at her like she was the most valuable thing in the universe; it made her shy.

"You're such a smooth talker," she groaned.

You chuckled and leaned down, kissing her cheek. Your lips trailed over to hers, ghosting softly across her flawless skin as they pressed a few stray kisses here and there along the way.

Her eyes fluttered shut the moment your lips met, fitting together as if they were created for that sole purpose. The vanilla balm smoothed across hers was partially smudged and wiped off – a result of the earlier kisses you couldn’t refrain from stealing, when the two of you had first lost interest in the movie you were watching. Its flavor remained, though, just as enticing as always.

Inconspicuously slipped beneath your shirt, her fingers curled slightly along the small of your back – where her hands had now come to settle. She drew you closer, comforted by the way you felt against her. Your subsequent hum of gratitude made her melt.

The pad of your thumb made a pass over her cheek, rubbing it gently as you deepened the kiss. It stole her breath away, but she used what little she had left to gasp lightly into your mouth.

You smiled, unable to help yourself.

Stomp, stomp, stomp

Heavy, authoritarian footfalls resounded in the hallway outside of the dorm's door, gaining your attention. You curiously raised your head, and Siyeon lifted her chin to peek back at it.

A mere second later, Sua came blasting in.

"Yah! Y/N L/N!"

Shit.

"Yoohyeon told me everything," she said, striding into the middle of the room. Yoohyeon trailed after, staying at a distance as she shut the door behind herself. She was wincing, appearing to heavily regret her earlier slip up.

You raised up, pushing yourself off of Siyeon and up onto your knees. She propped herself up on an elbow, clearly intrigued and confused.

"How could you take my hoodie without telling me?" Sua shrieked, approaching you with her hands out. They gripped your collar, shaking with purpose.

"A-ah," you laughed nervously, dryly, "I was going to ask first, but I was running late this morning and had to just throw something on. My things were in the wash."

"What if something stained it? You know how much I love it."

"I would've bought you another," you promised, voice slightly strained as she tightened her grip, thus preventing you from breathing normally.

"You can't just 'buy another'! That line is discontinued now!"

"Nothing happened, though–" you sputtered. "You're worrying for nothing; I already put it back.”

Disbelief gleamed in Sua’s eyes, and when Siyeon caught a glimpse of it she sat up at once.

She knew then that your demise was imminent.

“THAT’S NOT THE POINT!” Sua bellowed, yanking you around. As she prepared to shove you backwards onto the couch and pounce, Siyeon selflessly put herself in front of you. She held her arms out, blocking you from all of the unnie’s methods of attack.

“Save yourself, Y/N! I’ll hold her off!”

“No…” you said, voice dropping dramatically as your head vehemently swayed left to right.

Amidst a slew of shoves and jabs from Sua, she nodded sadly, remaining strong. “Just go,” she begged.

Her soft cheek nuzzled against your palm as you reached forward to briefly cup it, sharing one final embrace.

“Remember me.”

“Always,” you whispered, holding back a grin at how dramatic the two of you were being.

Following a subtle signal from her, you stumbled off of the coach as she turned and tackled Sua away from you, landing on the opposite end of it. Your sock clad feet slipped and slid on the wood flooring, providing you no sense of control as you scrambled to escape with your life.

When you careened into the hallway wall, you shot a look over your shoulder; it was a horrific mistake, however, as it only awarded you the image of Sua slapping her elbow and jumping into the air before landing on Siyeon with it. A loud groan resounded around the living room, followed by Yoohyeon’s fading plea of “Unnie, no!” as you snapped your head forward again and set your sights on Jiu’s door at the end of the hall.

Your legs gave out from how quickly you attempted to kick off again, sending you to the floor.

Sua chuckled from somewhere behind you, far enough away to not pose an immediate threat, but still far too close for comfort. You pushed yourself off of the ground and sped off again, using the walls to propel yourself forward even faster.

The knob of Jiu’s door slid into your hand and twisted smoothly, pulling a sigh of relief from you – thank God it wasn’t locked. Without wasting time on knocking, you blasted in and slammed it behind yourself, void of any and all grace whatsoever.

You heaved, pressing your back to it and reaching down to lock it just as Sua’s frame collided with its other side. She had nearly gotten you – you’d made it just in the nick of time.

Jiu perked up on her bed, eyebrows raised and eyes open wide. The glow of her phone screen cast across her face and chest.

“Sua.” You explained, without having to elaborate. Her name alone validated your behavior a million times over.

The shock on Jiu’s face dissipated at once, turning to understanding.

“Sua,” she repeated, nodding.

Her “Receiving” Love Languages Ranked:

1.) Quality Time

2.) Physical Touch

3.) Words of Affirmation

4.) Acts of Service

5.) Gifts

Our big bad wolfie might have a good poker face sometimes, but we all know she isn’t all that big or bad. She’s definitely a softie at heart and loves to hear every sweet thing you have to tell her when you’re spending time together.

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Handong

Very soft about it

She adores the attention you give her, and she always enjoys having you by her side. It makes her feel important and highkey boosts her ego

Also, having you nearby makes it easy for the two of you to be (playfully) judgy together and whisper jokes without other people interfering or overhearing

Aside from that, you genuinely comfort her in a lot of ways, and when you're apart she always finds herself missing you

“You know, now I get homesick twice as much, Y/N. Half for my country, and half for you.”

Sometimes she teases you, cheekily saying that you just can't keep your hands off of her

But tbh she can’t keep her hands off you either

She’s a fan of more subtle touches, like a simple hand on the thigh beneath the table or an arm around the waist

Honestly though she also loves it when you surprise her with a spontaneous kiss (on the cheek or lips), or hug her and spin her around. It makes her blush like a madwoman, but she enjoys it – despite the playful nagging she does afterwards

You're one of the only people who can make her blush, and when you really get her good she’s out of commission for a couple minutes, unable to piece together any witty comebacks in her love-dazed mind

Once she’s regained her bearings, though, she amps up her charm in retaliation, aware that her flirting is basically your kryptonite

And it works. Practically 100% of the time.

Her bold confidence gets you just as flustered as she had been, and you typically end up hiding your face in her neck or shoving her shoulder and running away.

Enjoys PDA in the form of cuddling and kissing. Nothing too wild, but she definitely wants it to happen when you go out together. She wants people to know that you’re hers, and vice versa

Hand holding is the usual go to, or linking your arms together. Kisses, too, depending on the mood and vibe of wherever you are

You jokingly touch her muscles and brag about how strong she is, especially when she gets back from a workout

She's fond of the praise, and though she wouldn’t admit it without a fight, it makes her work a little harder to keep up her physique. Staying fit is already important to her, but the fact that you enjoy her body so much is just added encouragement. She also likes to feel powerful and like she can protect you, so it’s truly a win-win

(Though she knows you’d love her no matter what she looked like, muscles or no muscles)

She puts her head in your lap a lot as a silent way of asking you to play with her hair. It relaxes her, and she usually falls asleep in the process

When she’s feeling clingy herself, you’re the first person she goes to. You’re the only one capable of melting this ice princess

Story Snippet

(I don’t know the actual layout of the mall, so excuse any errors)

Starfield Mall – Seoul, SK

Forever Yours.

Handong peered into a glass display case, rereading the words over and over to herself. Two ruby pendants hung side by side on a rack, magnetically joined together in the middle to spell out the words.

Only when they were connected did the short message come together.

A sentimental smile made its way to her face the longer she looked at it. It would be the perfect gift for you, she decided, as she snuck a glance at you from across the store. You were occupied in the ring section, browsing through the different rows of them. The wondrous expression on your face warmed her heart.

"Sir," she called to a nearby worker quietly, so as to avoid drawing your attention. "I'd like to buy these." She motioned down to them.

He nodded and grabbed the key for the case before making his way over.

Childish, bubbly laughter carried over to your ears as you exited the store and entered the mall’s spacious third floor, where numerous kids chased one another around. Beanies rested atop many of their heads, and the fuzzy sweaters they wore engulfed their tiny frames in such an endearing way that you couldn’t help but smile.

Holiday lights gleamed all around you, strung up and wound around decorative tinsel on the storefronts and windows. They shimmered, some set on timers to flicker every now and then.

A gentle smile played on Handong’s lips when she felt the careful tug you applied to the end of her sleeve, silently asking for her hand.

She wordlessly shifted her shopping bags into her other one in order to free it up for you to hold.

Her fingers interlaced with your own immediately, assuming their rightful position for the millionth time today. She gently stroked the back of your hand with her thumb, allowing it to make a few gentle passes over your smooth skin.

Something about the way your hands fit together, so snug and perfectly balanced, made her truly believe they were created just for one another. No one else's – not a single one of the other billions in existence out there – could've ever compared to yours.

She was sure of it.

“Where should we go now?” You asked, still letting your eyes wander across the expanse of holiday decorations.

The steps you took together were relaxed, void of any rushing.

Handong pondered for a moment, racking her mind for a place nearby that would award you some much-needed privacy and quiet.

"How about that place downtown we've been wanting to try?" She suggested. "You know, close to the square?"

“Oh," you gasped lightly, remembering the quaint little restaurant that she was referring to. "That'll be perfect, jagi."

"I'm glad you agree," she quipped, leaning over to press a kiss to your temple. Your smile deepened, and when she pulled away you watched her fondly.

What glimmers of love showed on her face were soon eclipsed by something else entirely, though.

Mischief, you realized, a mere second too late.

The apples of her cheeks became prominent as her lips tugged up into a pretty smile. The kind that’s soft enough to turn you to putty, yet striking enough to light a fire in your heart. Your kryptonite – a fact she used to her advantage.

"Race you to the car!" She shrieked, already speeding off.

You didn’t even have ample time to pick up your stumbling heart, or to catch your breath.

"Dongie–"

Her bags jostled in her hands, swaying with every thundering step she took. The tread of her shoes against the linoleum echoed out, broken by a squeak when she made a turn up ahead.

You pursued her at once, bobbing and weaving through numerous people – some bewildered, others cheering you on.

Her hair whipped around as she ran, flowing in the breeze with an elegance you would never understand.

"Last one there has to pay for dinner!" She teased, glancing over her shoulder at you.

"You're going down!" You fired back, finally gaining on her.

“In your dreams!”

—-

Harvest House - Bar & Grille

“Stop sulking,” you playfully chided from across the table, not even looking up from your menu. It wasn't necessary, after all.

You could practically feel her pouting.

Handong rolled her eyes and sighed, fighting the smile that tried to work its way onto her face at the fact that you knew her so well.

She picked up her own menu and began to peruse it, comforted in a strange way by the gentle clanking of silverware and dishes that flowed throughout the restaurant. Much like your own, clusters of conversation hummed – little pockets of stories and adventures, softly recounted so as to not disrupt the others around them.

Your eyes eventually wandered back to her, simply unable to stay away for too long. They peered at her curiously, watching with adoration as she concentrated on choosing the perfect meal.

She felt you staring, and yet she stubbornly refused to look at you. It was her way of continuing to pout, and you knew it all too well.

“Dongie…”

“Hmm?” She hummed, not budging.

“Jagi…”

“Yes?” Her brow raised, and her head tilted up slightly. Not enough for her gaze to meet your own, though.

“I love you.”

There it was. That phrase that she could never not react to.

Your heart warmed as you witnessed an embarrassed tint of blush appear on her face, and the achingly sweet way her features softened as your words sunk in.

“I love you, too,” she murmured, finally peering over the top of her menu at you.

You smiled and placed a finger at the top of it, carefully tipping it down towards the table so you could see her better.

Outside lights fought one another for the chance to shine on her through the large front window that the two of you were seated beside. Every color of the rainbow gleamed, emitted from star-shaped bulbs strung up across the square.

In your peripheral, you could see the town's recently-placed Christmas tree standing tall on the other side of the street. People were taking pictures in front of it; some were large families, complete with a teen or two angstily brooding as they squeezed into the frame, and others were paired up or alone.

You turned your head briefly, glancing at them.

Their interactions were so adorably human that it brought you comfort. The patient way they waited in line for their turn in front of the tree was endearing – reminiscent of childhood as they peered up at its lights, growing excited at the sight. Parents readjusted their children's beanies and mittens, ensuring that they were well protected from the cold.

It was like a movie playing out right in front of you, reminding you of the true magic of the season. That's what it's all about.

Handong must've noticed the dreamy expression on your face, because her next words took you by surprise, making you blush.

"You're so beautiful it hurts, Y/N."

Your eyes widened in time with the upturn of your lips, and you shyly dipped your head down, avoiding her gaze.

She reached out for your hand across the table, taking it into her own with ease.

"Can I kiss you?"

A question once asked with trembling lips, during the youth of your relationship, now spoken with a sweet confidence and nonchalance that made you fall for her all over again.

It was a redundant question at best, when you so clearly would permit her to do anything she pleased. But, even still, it sent butterflies to your stomach.

You nodded, leaning forward enough to meet her halfway. She did the same without missing a beat, and before you knew it her lips were on yours.

Both of her hands came up to cup your cheeks, and she felt you grin at the change.

She didn't understand why, in that moment, but she would soon.

Inconspicuously, you retrieved something from your pocket.

As you kissed her again, making it count in the name of keeping her distracted, she felt something being wrapped and fastened around her left wrist. It was small and thin, lightweight against her skin.

Her brows furrowed lightly.

You pulled back after a moment with a knowing, anticipatory look on your face. The way it lit your features up made Handong’s heart skip a beat.

Curious, she peered down to catch a glimpse of what it was.

Polaris. A sterling silver, beautiful little bracelet with Polaris shimmering in the center.

"Turn it over," you instructed, still grinning.

She did as you said and found a personalized message engraved into the material.

"Everlasting Love", it read, written in Chinese characters.

Her lips parted in shock. "When did you…"

"A few days ago, when you went out with Gahyeon. She offered to help keep you distracted so you wouldn't find out."

"Y/N…" she sighed blissfully, shaking her head in disbelief. "How do you keep getting even more perfect?"

You smiled again, rolling your eyes.

"Shush," you tutted. "I'm just glad you like it."

"Jagi, I don't like it. I love it. This means the world to me; especially coming from you. Thank you."

She leaned forward to kiss you again, but this time her lips pressed to your cheek instead. She felt the heat there, exposing your shyness at her praise.

So precious.

Her own gift for you was practically burning a hole in the pocket of her coat by now, and she decided at once that it was time for you to receive it.

As she sat back and reached towards where the material hung across the back of her chair, you simply watched her with sweet curiosity.

You weren't expecting anything in return for the present.

You were clueless to her plan, and yet, that made it all the more special.

As she retrieved the box and held it out between you, finally opening it, you gasped quietly. A small treasure, discovered at last.

Her side of it peeked from beneath the cover of her shirt, daring to shimmer.

She carefully took it out of the box and held it up, watching it catch the lights around you.

"Now we'll always have a piece of each other, no matter where we are," she mused, linking it with her side.

As it clicked into place, her eyes met your own.

Her “Giving” Love Languages Ranked:

1.) Gifts

2.) Physical Touch

3.) Quality Time

4.) Acts of Service

5.) Words of Affirmation

She spoils you every time the opportunity presents itself. CEO of Rich GF™ vibes. According to her, you deserve every single good thing that the world has to offer; so it’s really a no-brainer to her that you should be able to find something new wrapped up and waiting to be opened when you visit her. Anytime you mention needing or wanting something – even just offhandedly – she makes sure that it eventually ends up being yours.

◤─────•~❉᯽❉~•─────◥

Yoohyeon

She loves it. There’s absolutely no doubt about it

We see how she is during interviews (always holding onto the members in some way and wanting to be near one of them), and that trait is no different when it comes to you

She always wants to be connected in some way, whether that's holding hands, linking pinkies or arms when you're walking together, piggyback rides, back hugs, etc.

Honestly she’s just as affectionate as you

She hates being away from you. She lives for your touches and kisses

And just your presence in general, really. She’s totally whipped for you

Being held by you always comforts her

And anytime you kiss her forehead or cheek? *earth-shattering squeal*

Hides her face in the crook of your neck when she gets shy

Despite her tendency to get embarrassed, she never turns down PDA from you. She enjoys the sentiment behind you letting everyone know that she’s yours (as if they had any doubts, with the way she was practically tethered to you at all times)

She sneaks into your bed when she can’t sleep

If that’s not an option, she’ll call you on the phone to hear your voice (and she ends up falling asleep with you still on the other end like 99% of the time)

“No, baby, I’m still awake."

{...}

*snoring*

You're her partner in crime. The girls lowkey tease you for it and say you're joined at the hip

Whenever Sua ends up chasing her around she always runs to you, seeking safety in your arms. You take your duties as a human shield very serious

Sometimes you team up with her enemy, though, and the three of you end up fighting and wrestling like a bunch of five year olds. She acts betrayed, but once a truce is called she’s in your arms again in less than a second

Tours are honestly difficult for both of you, for a multitude of reasons. But in particular, Yoohyeon gets grumpy when she goes an extended amount of time without proper cuddling from you. The members offer themselves up to fill in and keep WWIII from breaking out, but she swears up and down that they simply can’t compare

So, anytime you’re reunited after time apart, expect to be tackled to the ground or go careening into the nearest piece of furniture as she clumsily flings herself at you

She loves lazy days with you. Laying around and just relaxing together is one of her favorite pastimes

She usually acts childish and whines whenever you pull away, even if it’s just to go to the restroom or something

Anytime she decides to start gaming, you wait on standby…

…and when she eventually loses a match, you're there to hug her and make it all better

She swears up and down that you're her good luck charm. So most of the time you end up sitting at her side and watching as she plays

You’re her number one fan

And she’s yours, always and forever

Story Snippet

DC Dorm – 11:49 PM

A brochure suddenly smacked against your face, opened to a glossy middle page as Yoohyeon's body collapsed onto yours in a heap.

She had run from her bed to the living room, unable to keep her recent discovery to herself.

"Can I help you?" You asked sarcastically, cradling your sore nose.

She pushed herself up into a sitting position and apologized for her clumsiness at once.

After you forgave her, she flipped back to the announcement she'd seen in the booklet.

It read:

"Thundering Heights Amusement Park – Grand Opening: July 7th"

An address was listed at the bottom of the page, and you realized it was just outside of the city. Maybe a twenty minute drive or so at most.

"Will you go with me?" She asked, hope shining in her dark eyes. They almost twinkled, like a kid's on Christmas. "It looks like so much fun."

You pretended to debate for a moment, enjoying the tease. She tugged at your shirt, pouting as you made her wait.

"Sure, jagi. I'd love to–”

She tackled you down onto the loveseat and peppered hundreds of kisses across your face, her hands cupping your cheeks to keep you in place for her onslaught.

"Thank…" kiss, "you," kiss kiss, "baby." Kiss kiss kiss.

You giggled and squirmed a little beneath her, taking the affection as it came.

—----

Opening Day

As usual, she was right.

The day was off to a great start by all accounts, and you were convinced you had never smiled as much in your entire life as you had that morning.

The sun was out, providing plenty of pretty views for you to admire together as you walked your way through the park. It livened up everything that it touched – made the trees’ green leaves a little more vibrant, the flowers a little brighter. The warmth of it wrapped around you like a hug, settling into the fibers of your clothes and staying put.

An occasional breeze blew in, mild yet so necessary as it balanced out that heat. It lifted the ends of Yoohyeon's hair, caressing them gently as she took in all of the sights around her. You walked beside her in tandem, simply admiring her. Admittedly, nothing else managed to capture your attention in the way that she did.

She caught you staring on more than one occasion and shyly scolded you each and every time, but you simply couldn’t help yourself. If there was one thing you’re sure of in life, it’s that she was created to be adored. Plain and simple.

Later

“Let’s go again!” She bellowed, jumping around on her sneaker-clad feet. Adrenaline coursed through her, making her jittery from residual excitement.

Much the opposite, you were bent over the nearest railing, just outside of the exit for the ride. Your stomach churned, deciding on whether or not it wanted to upturn itself.

“I can’t,” you groaned, holding your head. “I need something to drink first. And an hour long break.”

She tsked at you disappointedly, but appeared at your side a few seconds later nonetheless. Her hand rubbed the small of your back in soothing circles, easing you through your queasy-ness.

Once it subsided, you uprighted yourself and looked at her. Something behind you caught her eye, and when she met your gaze again a small smile tugged at her lips.

“I know just the thing to make you feel better.” She booped your nose lovingly, reaching down to grab your hand and tug you along for the millionth time today.

15 Minutes Later

A sunhat rested atop your head, its brim droopy to block out the now-harsh rays that the Sun had to offer. The strap beneath your chin was pulled tight to ensure it didn’t fall off or blow away. You felt like you looked ridiculous, but she had insisted that you wear it.

…so you did.

You held a mini handheld fan up in front of your face, listening to the quiet brrr of its motor as it worked hard to cool you down.

Yoohyeon stood in front of a slushy stand in the middle of the park’s food court, where she had just ordered and paid for your drinks. Two workers were inside, doing their best to keep things running smoothly.

After another minute or so, one of them handed the refreshments over to her, smiling kindly and thanking her once more. She reciprocated and left, quickly returning to your side.

“Here you go,” she chirped, handing over your favorite flavor. “They’re nice and cold.”

“Phew,” you sighed, relieved. “I was worried they might’ve gotten hot on the way over. You know, since they’re made of ice.”

She smacked your shoulder in retaliation to your sarcasm.

“Yah! Don’t act like I won’t eat yours, too.” She pointed a finger at you, jabbing you in the chest a couple times to solidify her point.

“Ouch, tough crowd,” you feigned hurt, putting a hand atop the impact zones and rubbing the ache away.

Though she fought hard, she couldn’t entirely conceal the grin on her face. So instead she busied her lips with her straw, drawing it between them to take a long sip.

You mirrored her actions, appreciating the fact that she knew and remembered your favorite order. It made you fall for her a little more, though you didn’t see how that was humanly possible.

Content and now more energized, the two of you fell in step again. Yoohyeon began to discuss the next section of rides for you to conquer, and what the quickest route to get there was. She babbled rapidly – far too fast for you to keep up – so you opted to just smile and nod, still sipping on your drink.

You both knew you’d follow her wherever she went and do whatever she asked of you regardlessly, and you were aware that her ranting kept her happy.

So you threw in the occasional “Oh, really?” and “No way!” to keep her going. It worked; eagerly, she continued.

The happy moment was soon cut short, however, as life suddenly took on a cinematic, almost slow-motion haze right before your very eyes.

Yoohyeon turned to look over at you, meaning to tell you that the trolley was your best bet at making it across the park in a timely manner, when you both rounded an ill-fated corner.

A welcome sign was propped in front of a shop's side door, directly in her path.

Before you had ample time to react and stop her, she ran into it, tripping and being sent through the air before subsequently landing on top of the now-toppled sign with a harsh clack. The puppy-ear headband she had on jolted, its two brightly colored springs bouncing in opposite directions after colliding with one another. Her cup fell from her hand, too, getting crushed in the process.

You winced, tensing up instinctively. Oh no. She'd surely die of embarrassment. You could see the beginning stages of it unfolding as she hid her face, already blushing profusely.

So, thinking on your feet, you knew you had to act fast to prevent her demise. If you could stand in the way of her arrival at an early grave, you planned to do it. One rule that you live by played in your head: you're in it together. Where she goes, you go.

Including the ground, apparently.

Without hesitation, you rocketed yourself forward, tripping yourself over your own foot and sending yourself crashing to the pavement that waited below.

The slushie in your hand exploded upon impact, erupting into a fruity blitz that shot off in a hundred different directions. Some got on you as well, immediately trying its hand at staining the fabric of your shirt. Your fan dinked off the ground, too, getting scuffed up as its motor came to a sputtering stop.

Your hat jostled, no longer sitting in its proper place.

"Oww!" You shouted, both a little over-dramatic and real. Though the cause itself may have been intentional, the fall definitely didn't get the memo. The front of your body ached, having absorbed the shock first and taken the brunt of the damage.

"Who puts a sign in a place like that?!" You lamented.

You rolled over, squinting as the blazing sun shined down on you. You squirmed a little, still suffering from having the wind knocked out of you.

Yoohyeon groaned and pushed herself up into a sitting position at your side. She peered over at you, concerned, but your antics told her that you would be okay. After all, if you had hurt yourself too badly you wouldn't have been able to yell like that.

But making such a spectacle of yourself had clearly worked, because the people passing by all looked at you, rather than her. Their attention was successfully drawn away, and you smiled. At least the pain wasn't for nothing.

"Are you alright, jagi?" You asked her, turning your head to gaze up at her.

She scooted forward and put a hand up, shielding your eyes from the Sun in lieu of your hat. The shadow she created held the light at bay, allowing you to stop squinting.

"My ego's dead, but other than that, yes."

“Good.” You said, relieved. “Wait– not good about the ego thing! I- You know what I mean.”

She chuckled at that, though the sound eventually morphed into a soft grunt of pain. Happy pain, though. The kind that you feel later on down the road and recall the memories of.

“And you?” She asked. “Is my knight in shining armor going to live?”

You nodded, winking at her. “I think I’ll pull through.”

“Good,” she reused your word. “Because if we’re gonna make it through the rest of the park today, we need to get a move on.” She glanced down at her watch quickly. “We should have enough time to get a replacement slushie…” she eyed both of your previous ones, where they laid nearby. With haste, she leaned over to grab their trashed containers, “...and then catch the trolley. But we’ve got to hurry.”

You sighed defeatedly as she sprang up and dusted herself off, like nothing had happened. It was a good quality to have, though, for someone as clumsy as her. She balanced herself out. Uncoordinated yet resilient. It was almost poetic.

What wasn’t poetic, though, was the unceremonious way she hauled you up to your feet, all in one motion.

You barely had a second to catch your breath, or wheeze, or curse into the afternoon air before she was pulling you along at the speed of light again, all of her embarrassment forgotten and instead replaced with excitement once more.

Her “Receiving” Love Languages Ranked:

1.) Physical Touch

2.) Words of Affirmation

3.) Quality Time

4.) Acts of Service

5.) Gifts

Yoohyeon is prone to embarrass herself, and her insecurities sometimes tend to show themselves as a result. She also has an unfortunate habit of overthinking; but a simple and easy way to remedy that at any given moment is through physical touch and sweet words of reassurance. They never fail to comfort her and restore that confidence that you love so much.

◤─────•~❉᯽❉~•─────◥

Dami

Dami isn't always the biggest fan of physical touch, but she makes an exception for you

She's grown quite fond of your ways of showing love

Especially because you respect her boundaries and don't overload her with it all of the time

The girls jokingly complain about the fact that your affection never gets rejected by her like theirs does sometimes

You're usually the one to initiate things, but she also surprises you sometimes by beating you to it

You l o v e when she does that because it just shows that she's willing to step outside of her comfort zone to convey her feelings for you

She usually gives you back hugs and puts her head on your shoulder

Slips in little touches throughout the day

Also loves to hold your hand

If it's chilly out and she notices your hands are cold, she'll slip one of her heating packs into them without you even having to ask

Piggy back rides

Lets you poke her cheeks and toy with them

She bought a pair of touch lamps for the both of you, so when she’s away and missing you she can touch hers and yours will light up. It’s a subtle reminder that she loves you and that you’re on her mind

Gives you her jacket when it’s cold out and holds the door for you

You've made her more comfortable with physicality, honestly, and she finds herself missing it when your schedules keep you away from each other

If you get overcome with emotion and give her a spontaneous kiss or cuddle, she ends up blushing every time, without fail

Sometimes she becomes the clingy one and wraps you up in her arms, not letting you go until she’s satisfied

“Let’s stay just like this, jagi.”

Soft hours

But any other time, when it’s you who’s being clingy, it’s really endearing to her to see you visibly waiting to touch her and attack her with a flurry of affection. You hold back long enough to get permission, but the second that she gives you the green light you’re basically pouncing on her

Whenever she reads, she invites you to snuggle up with her. She typically ends up absentmindedly toying with your hair, or stroking your arm, or pressing a few kisses to the top of your head, too

Just like her, her love is subtle and quiet most of the time. But it’s endless, and it’s always there

She loves you to the moon and back and is willing to do just about anything to see you smile

Story Snippet

DC Dorm – Dami's Room

Snowflakes fell outside in droves, heavy and thick as they added to the masses that had already accumulated on the ground over the past few hours. Biting winds blasted by occasionally, reminding everyone of just how frigid it was. They caused a branch to knock into the window of Dami’s room, scraping it lightly.

Ever since your arrival in the afternoon, it had been like this; as you spent time gathered with the girls and enjoying yourself by the fireplace, nature had been gearing up for a full-blown blizzard.

Aware of this, they all insisted that you spend the night at the dorm and just return home once the conditions were safer.

It didn't take much to convince you, truth be told. Their company was far too enjoyable to turn down, and you didn’t have any desire to head back to your empty apartment anytime soon, anyway.

So now, in the wake of a movie-marathon, multiple games of drunken charades, and escaping the tight clutch of a sleeping Sua, you stood in front of Dami's dresser, bent at the waist as you sifted through the drawer that she had directed you to.

Through the speakers of her phone, a soft piano melody ambled out, basking the room in a comfortable, easy-going ambience.

"Pick whichever one you want, baby," she called, glancing up briefly from her book as she flipped the page she had just finished. The texture of it – a little rough, unsmoothed – made a scratching sound as it rubbed against the one behind it.

"Really? Even the–"

"Yes, Y/N/N, even that one." She interrupted, amused. "I washed it yesterday because I figured you'd want to wear it." You could hear the grin in her words.

Eagerly, you continued searching through the hoodies until you finally found the one you were after. It held a title unlike any other. None of the rest even held a candle to it.

Why was it so special?

Because you bought it for her during a birthday trip last year, and it was the coziest thing in existence.

Oh, and it was also panda themed. Dami in hoodie form.

With a triumphant smile, you unfolded it and thrust it up into the air, showing it off. Dami watched from the bed, smiling softly to herself at the cute sight.

You slipped it over your head and pulled it down across your body, allowing the cozy material to engulf you. Two rounded ears sat atop the hood, and they bounced lightly when you tugged it up onto your head. The grin on your face deepened when you reached up to feel their fluffiness.

“You’re so cute,” she mused, far too interested in you to pay attention to her book anymore. Her finger rested between its pages, keeping her place marked as she openly admired you.

“Yah,” you scolded softly, lacking malice. You could feel your cheeks and ears warming up as a result of her compliment, and it made you shy.

“Thank you,” you added quietly, glancing away.

She bit her lip and shook her head, completely enamored. How could a person be so adorable?

“Come here,” she commanded, when she noticed you playing with the ends of the sleeves mindlessly. The inconspicuous (yet totally obvious) way you peeked back at her let her know that you wanted to be closer.

Hope shined in your eyes as you padded over like a puppy, and when she tossed her book to the end of the bed and filled her hands with you instead, you nearly swooned. She tugged you in by the waist, sending you sideways onto the bed.

A second later, she was hovering over top of you; her soft hair cascaded down around the two of you, blocking out the rest of the world like a privacy curtain. You met her dark eyes briefly, highlighted by the bits of lamplight that peeked through, shining on the two of you. But her gaze soon dropped lower, landing on your mouth – which she’d been dying to feel against her own all day.

“I’m so happy you’re here,” she admitted, before leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your lips. It was sweet and warm, just like her. “You made today so fun.”

“Yeah?” You grinned lazily, basking in the warmth that her body radiated. “I’d have to say that you made the day fun,” you opposed. “I mean, come on; when you saved us from losing that third round of charades with your last-second guess? That was gold.”

She nodded, pursing her lips as she recalled that victorious moment. “You do have a point there…”

“Or when you saved Jiu from getting whacked by a blindfolded Yoohyeon during our ‘What’s In The Box’ game? That deserved some kind of award.”

Her features pulled into a grimace at the memory. “I don’t know if she would’ve recovered, honestly. What do you think? Concussion? Short coma?”

Your hands trailed up to the back of her neck and gently settled there – fingers interlocking as you took a second to consider her question. She shivered slightly at the sensation, nearly tickled when you absentmindedly toyed with the baby hairs at her nape.

“Mmm, definitely a concussion,” you frowned, feigning seriousness until the sudden sound of Dami’s laughter cut through the quiet, bringing out your own.

She rested her forehead against yours as your combined giggles filled the air, completely and utterly happy. They were genuine and natural – a little sleepy, a little unpolished – and that warmed your heart.

Seeing her like that made you fall that much more in love. She shined brighter than moonlight, starlight, sunlight – all of it. You wanted to stay wrapped within the bounds of this perfect moment forever.

“I mean it, though,” she affirmed softly, like some kind of shy confession finally given voice to, once your laughter died down into quiet chuckles. "Things wouldn't have been the same without you here."

Yet another one of her ways of saying ‘I love you’ without actually uttering the words.

“I know,” you nodded, brushing the tip of your nose against hers a few times. You could feel her melt into you at the contact.

“I love you, too.”

Her “Giving” Love Languages Ranked:

1.) Acts of Service

2.) Quality Time

3.) Words of Affirmation

4.) Gifts

5.) Physical Touch

What she struggles to show physically, she makes up for in other ways. She’ll do favors, dote on you without you even having to ask, make you food if you’re hungry, leave encouraging post-it notes on your things if you’re in need of reassurance and support… the list is endless. It’s how she shows all of the love she has for you; she’s a fantastic listener and always pays close attention to you, and she thinks it’s easier and more convenient to demonstrate her love this way. The little things mean everything to her.

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Gahyeon

Enjoys it a lot. Your presence alone is comforting to her, so she’s really happy to have you nearby

When you link your arm through hers and cuddle into her side, she falls a little more in love with you. She does it to you often, too

Whenever you kiss her in front of the girls, she tends to get shy. (Mainly because of their relentless teasing). But she never turns you down

She loves having your attention on her.

And she'll pout in order to get it

Like Sua, she tends to get a little loud and aggressive with her love

Will literally whine and cover her eyes when you walk into the room because she says you look too good for her to handle

She loves to sit on your lap (and have you sit on hers as well)

Puts her head on your shoulder a lot

Holds onto the end of your sleeve and tugs it when she wants your attention

She lets you play with her hair and style it however you want

One time you managed to make it defy gravity, and she still hasn't lived that down at the dorm. The girls said she looked like an alien

Whenever you’re just lounging around together and scrolling on your phones, you both still like to be connected in some way. So she’ll usually pull your legs across her lap, or even lay between them. (It makes it even easier for her to show you something interesting or funny that she stumbles across)

She knows she can get her way with you really easily because you’re a total pushover for her. All she has to do is pout or give you a kiss and you’re like putty in her hands

That’s one of her favorite traits about you. Both because she thinks it’s adorable, and also because she can exploit it (big brain Gahyeon)

“Pretty please? I promise to buy you more candy in the morning if you just let me have this last one now.”

{......}

"...or we can share it, if you'd rather."

You make her feel powerful and important, and that’s priceless to her

She loves when you get protective over her. There’s something about that side of you in particular that really does something to her

Whenever she’s busy or away on tour, expect lots of pictures and videos from her at odd hours. The time difference doesn’t stop her from messaging you when she can

Also, sleepy voice messages when she’s laying awake and having trouble sleeping

Whenever you reunite, she’s yelling and running into your waiting arms

Story Snippet

“Yah, how much longer are we going to be out here?” Gahyeon whined, her breath turning white in the chilly atmosphere that surrounded the eight of you. It floated away gently, catching her attention for a brief second as she lagged behind everyone else.

Exploring the city and shopping had gotten boring for her about two hours ago, and quite frankly she was over it at this point.

Heading the group with Jiu, you stopped and turned around to look at her. The brochure in your hands lowered, no longer your top priority.

“What’s wrong, Gah?”

She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she scuffed the bottom of her shoe against the ground, twisting it into a rut that existed in the weathered cobblestone. Her hands flexed into fists at her sides, toying with the handles of the shopping bags that were nestled against her palms.

“I’m cold,” she finally said, voice small as a pout played on her lips. She looked away when everyone’s attention fell to her. Admittedly, she felt a little childish for making everyone stop. The weather was simply starting to get to her, and she was tired.

But being the maknae meant she had every right to be babied, after all, so she didn’t feel too guilty.

You rolled your eyes and smiled softly, shaking your head. “Jiu, will you take over? Let’s go to that restaurant I showed you earlier.”

“The historic one?” She asked, clarifying.

You nodded. “It used to be a royal building, so it’s pretty massive. And there’s a fireplace there fit to match, so…” you trailed off, glancing again at Gahyeon. Her pout deepened a little at you, exaggerating.

“Sounds great,” Jiu smiled warmly. “Let’s get going.”

The girls all resumed their walking after that, conversing with one another and taking in the surrounding sights of the city as Jiu flipped open to the brochure’s walking map and led the way. You let them pass you, waiting for Gahyeon to catch up.

Her nose was red, and the fuzzy muffs on her ears had fallen from their proper place. Her shoulders sagged dramatically, making her look truly spent.

You had to bite back a laugh.

“Here, baby,” you offered, reaching out to take the bags from her. She gave them without any further prompting, and you quickly slid them onto your arms, allowing them to rest in the crook of your elbow. You resituated her earmuffs next, and pressed a small kiss to the tip of her chilly nose.

“Better?”

Her head shook in protest, stumping you.

“Not yet.”

She stepped forward, just a breath away, and slipped her hands into the pockets of your hoodie. They balled in the material and tugged you closer, nearly making you stumble into her at the unexpected action.

“Let’s stay like this, just for a second. Let me warm up a bit,” she smiled mischievously, leaning in enough to brush her nose with yours. Her fingers wrapped around the warmers that were tucked away in your pockets, reveling in the soothing heat that they provided.

You reached in, too, covering her delicate hands so that the cold didn’t have a chance to touch them. She hummed happily, tilting her head to the side to press a thankful kiss to your lips. She giggled quietly against them, pleased to have gotten her way.

The night sky was bright above you, illuminated by the moon as it showered down its speckled starlight in a way that seemed intimate, like it was meant just for the two of you. Your own personal glimpse of the cosmos. It provided comfort, reminding you of home. Of all of those late nights in Korea, when you would sneak outside with Gahyeon for some fresh air, talking about any and everything your sleepy minds could come up with until the delirium set in and you had to amble your way back up to bed.

Even here and now, in a foreign country that seemed lightyears away from that place, shimmers of those moments could be found. They gleamed in Gahyeon’s sweet eyes – hundreds of potential experiences and conversations just waiting to happen. It was meaningful, to say the least, and you were beyond happy that fate had allowed you to be here with all of them.

You kissed her cheek before pulling away enough to look at her.

“I love you–”

Both of you laughed together at the coincidence, your shoulders lifting and falling lightly. The smile on her face was precious, reminiscent of a fox’s. You studied her for a moment, just taking her in and committing everything to memory.

“We should probably get going,” she said, still grinning, though she made no move to actually leave. Her gaze dropped to your lips, lingering there for a beat before raising to your own again. You felt the subtle way her fingers tightened against the warmers, attempting to be inconspicuous.

It was almost comical how bad she was at hiding her feelings for you.

“Yeah,” you agreed, settling closer, teasing her.

She looked around, peeking over your shoulder before craning her body left and right to make sure the coast was clear. Once she was satisfied, she pulled your hood over your head and leaned in, sealing her lips against yours.

Beneath the cover that your thick hood provided, she did as she pleased. Taking her time, savoring the rare chance she got to be alone with you like this. She was a mix of sensations – from her blushing, warm cheeks, to her chilly lips that slid against your own, never wanting to part. The entirety of the embrace was perfect; you couldn’t have asked for anything better.

“We really should get going, though,” you chuckled, resting your forehead against hers once you’d parted for air. “They’ve probably already made it there by now.”

“Fine,” she sighed, feigning annoyance again. “You’re right. But I’m taking this,” she declared, stealing one of your warmers.

She pulled away, turning to stand at your side so you could walk next to one another. “We can share this one,” she resolved, keeping her other hand in your other pocket, where it was still cradled in your own.

You sighed as well, mimicking her. “Fine.”

To smooth things over in the wake of her crime, she cuddled up against your side and laid her head on your shoulder as she pulled you along. The soft crunch of your shoes against the cobblestone street resounded, announcing your journey forward.

“Thank you, babe.” She said quietly, serious now. “For everything.”

“Anything for you,” you quipped with a small smile, watching as your sweet assurance turned white in the air and surrendered itself to the universe.

Her “Giving” Love Languages Ranked:

1.) Gifts

2.) Physical Touch

3.) Quality Time

4.) Words of Affirmation

5.) Acts of Service

She feels responsible and accomplished when she can spoil you and buy you the things that you want. There’s nothing quite like watching the smile grow on your face as you open up presents from her. She’s not afraid to go all out, either.

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51faces · 2 months ago

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𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝔇𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔯

ᴋɪᴍ ᴍɪɴᴊɪ ( ᴊɪᴜ ) 🐰

Paws, Hearts, and Our Own Little World

ᴋɪᴍ ʙᴏʀᴀ ( ꜱᴜᴀ ) 🐤

From Shadows to Shining Moments

ʟᴇᴇ ꜱɪʏᴇᴏɴ 🐺

Singing Between the Lines

ʜᴀɴᴅᴏɴɢ 🐱

A Heart Left Behind

ᴋɪᴍ ʏᴏᴏʜʏᴇᴏɴ 🐶

Level Up in Friendship

ʟᴇᴇ ʏᴜʙɪɴ ( ᴅᴀᴍɪ ) 🐼

Silent Applause

Loudest Love (Part 2 of Silent Applause)

ʟᴇᴇ ɢᴀʜʏᴜɴ 🦊

Paper Trails

ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴄᴀᴛᴄʜᴇʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ 𖧶

Inner Beauty

🫰 🐰🐤🐺🐱🐶🐼🦊 🫰

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unholydeukaex8 · 1 year ago

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Bratty

Jiu (Gp) (Dom) Sua (Dom) (Gp) x Fem reader (sub) (SMUT)

(It was a request !) (Long os)

(My english is lil bad sorry :( )

Today was a training day in the training room

The girls and you had performed on the dance of the last album "Bon voyage"

You didn't behave very well but you just wanted to piss off your two gf

So you didn't stop watching yoohyeon when she was doing solo dances in the room in front of the members and you

Jiu and Sua had especially seen your gaze aimed at yoohyeon's ass and it pissed them both off but they couldn't do anything at the moment.

Siyeon by constantly hugging her and kissing her on the cheek you also had fun touching his buttock like Sua did

Besides when Sua saw this she couldn't help but roll her eyes in annoyance

You knew you pissed off your two girlfriends but you weren't done with it

You joined yoohyeon who dance and you started dancing with her and you purposely stuck to her while dancing

Not that you don't mind, you loved this moment and you didn't hesitate to devour her with your gaze

Then you joined Sua who was sitting with the members in the room, you sat on her lap

She looked angry and you knew at that moment that you had won but that you would surely die

But you weren't done, to push her even more over the edge you had fun moving your buttocks against his cock that you felt harden under his pants

You knew the effect you had on her

You continue what you were doing until Sua approaches your ear, and told

"I would be you, I'll stop what you're doing right away if you don't want to suffer a big consequence"

She was pissed off

You pissed her off and Jiu too

You purposely got up from the chair where Sua was just to tease her about the fact that she now had to hide her too visible erection

And you were proud of it

You were about to go see yoohyeon but Jiu noticed it and suddenly got up from that chair

"Okay girls, it's over for today, we're going back to the dorm"

You were about to leave the room when all the girls had left but there leader slammed the door in front of you closing it

"y/n you stay here"

" What ? But you just said that-"

"No, not after what you just did"

"I don't know what you're talking about"

"Baby… act like you didn't do anything"

"No we just danced with the band"

Sua this lifted and this directed towards you

" Oh yes ? and then what do you explain the fact of having flirted with Siyeon and having fiddled with yoohyeon huh?? And you had fun riding me in front of the members?? »

"You like acting like a little bitch huh?" »

"There's nothing wrong with that Jiu"

"nothing wrong with that ?!?" »

"I think she deserves some punishment, don't you baby?" »

"Yes you're right Sua. Little slut like her deserves to be disciplined"

Bingo you had managed to put the nerves on your two girlfriends however you know that you will spend a moment… Wild, knowing your two girlfriends well

Jiu pulled you by your hair and dragged you to the center of the room throwing you on the floor

She grabbed a chair there putting it in front of you, she sat on it crossing her arms and looking at you coldly

Sua walked up to you and lifted your chin looking coldly into your eyes

"Now I want to see you suck Sua cock since you tried to turn her on like a little slut"

"What if I don't listen to your orders?" »

"Sua, make sure you shut that brat up now"

"You got me so hard and horny y/n you're proud of yourself I hope?!" »

"You just have to contain yourself unnie"

"Besides she giving a fuck about me??" Do you hear that Jiu?? »

"Shut her up, now I wanna see her bitch mouth fill that mess"

Sua lowered her pants and her boxers, her cock was waving in front of your face, you were terribly excited and you felt your wetness flowing

"Now suck me and shut up, I just wanna hear you're choking"

You opened your mouth to take his length, bringing it in little by little, but Sua hadn't decided that way

She grabbed the back of your head and pushed you closer to her cock pushing it all the way down your throat

You choked several times but Sua took pleasure in seeing that and you could see out of the corner of your eye Jiu's erection growing in his pants and that turned you on even more

"Mhh yes like that, you know how to use your mouth , bitch"

Jiu watch the scene carefully

You took Sua's cock so well, so big, buried so deep in your throat, you loved it.

Sua makes your head move faster and faster thrusting her hips into your face making him deepthroat like you've never done before

"Mhhh y/n, I'm going to cum in your mouth"

"Don't swallow his cum right away y/n"

Said Jiu still watching the scene, a growing lust was visible in his eyes.

You listened to his orders and didn't swallow Sua cum, you kept it in your mouth

Sua pulled his dick out of your mouth and Jiu got up from the chair and walked towards you.

She stared into your eyes and lifted your chin

"Are you a little whore you know that y/n?" »

You nodded yes

"Now Stick Your Tongue Out"

You did what Jiu told you, you stuck out your tongue and all of Sua cum started flowing

" Good girl "

"God I'm hard again"

Said Sua looking at you with lust

"Let's have fun y/n you looked like you had fun with the other girls."

Sua let's show her how to punish bad girls like her"

"You have the honor darling"

"Okay sit in that chair y/n"

At first you didn't understand why but you decided to listen to your two girlfriends and went to sit on the chair

As for Jiu, she walked towards you and spread your legs wide apart while pulling up your skirt

"Now I'm going to eat your beautiful pussy and then me and Sua are going to fill both of your holes and fuck you until you can't walk, okay?" »

"It's your punishment baby and you better listen"

Said bora all excited but remaining serious

"I can already imagine my big cock inside you filling you as deep as possible"

"Jiu...Sua...please"

#dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher smut #kim minji #jiu smut #dreamcatcher x reader #dreamcatcher+x+reader #jiu #sua dreamcatcher #sua smut #dreamcatcher x fem reader

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ot7stan4life · 1 year ago

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“Drunk-Dazed”

Yoohyeon (Dreamcatcher) x Female Reader

(1 part - completed ✅)

Word Count: 8265

Summary: Being a member in the debut lineup for HFE/Dreamcatcher Company’s new girl group is stressful for a number of reasons, but your increasingly complicated feelings for a certain tall brunette from your senior group rapidly becomes the main one when you’re shoved into a dark room to find her unbuttoning her shirt…

Warnings: angst, cursing, alcohol use, mild sexual content

This story features appearances of idols: Yujin (IVE), Yeji (Itzy), Heejin (ARTMS), & Yves/Sooyoung (soloist - formerly LOONA)

"C'mon, unnie," a voice whined, breaking my focus on the lyrics in front of me. "Give it a rest. You've been writing all day." From my peripheral I could see a pout on the brunette's face.

"I have not been writing all day," I countered, putting my pen back over my notebook page in the hopes that a line would magically come out of it. I had admittedly been working for a few hours and managed to write an entire song already. But this one still felt like it was missing something. That last finishing touch. And I couldn't leave until I figured it out. I didn't like splitting my writing sessions up; my songs have to be completed in one sitting, because I feared I'd be in a different mindset when I picked it up again and wouldn't be able to do it justice.

"Right, like eight hours isn't 'all day,'" the younger member mocked and I could practically hear her eye roll from her spot in the doorway. Her words caused me to let go of my pen and turn around in my chair to narrow my eyes at her. "Okay, maybe I was exaggerating a little..."

“‘A little,'" I muttered, spinning back around.

She rushed over, sitting on the bed next to the desk and grabbing my knee before I could pick my pen back up. "But I really think you should take a break." I paused to look at her for a moment, trying hard to resist. "You've been working a lot lately, even after practice hours... especially after practice hours." I forced a smile and shook my head, turning to the side to fight back a sarcastic laugh. "I'm serious, unnie," she said, bringing my eyes back to hers, "We're all worried about you."

I blinked as she stared back, completely serious. Had it really gotten that bad? I mean, our debut was nearing, so of course I'd been working harder these days. I often took time out of my breaks to work on writing and producing: perfecting the songs we planned to put on the album. But, that's what everyone does, right? That's what I was expected to do as an idol.

I sighed. Maybe I was going a little overboard. Shaking my head once more, I replied, "I'm sorry, Yujin." Taking a deep breath, I rubbed my hands over my face as I exhaled. "I didn't mean to make you guys worry." My lips turned down when my eyes met hers again. Sometimes I wondered what I did to deserve such caring members.

Yujin's warm, brown eyes shined in the lamp light as a smile slowly spread across her lips, exposing her dimples. "It's okay, unnie," she said, and suddenly launched forward, jumping on me and wrapping her arms around my shoulders. I laughed, still somewhat unused to her physical affection. She really did suit the role of maknae perfectly, always acting clingy and cute towards me like a puppy. "I know you're doing it for us," she whispered, making my chest feel warm.

There was a brief moment of silence where I allowed myself to appreciate the support and love I felt from the young singer on my lap. She probably had a million things on her mind being so young, away from home, and having pressures and expectations put on her that nobody her age should ever have to deal with. Yet, she still chose to prioritize me over all of it. The funny thing is, I was the oldest member, so I should've been the one taking care of her, not the other way around.

"This does mean you're gonna take a break now, right?" Yujin mumbled into my shoulder before backing away.

I laughed. "Yes, that's what it means." She giggled and stood up, pulling me up with her like she thought I might've been lying, still planning to stay planted in that chair for the rest of the night.

"Good, because your girlfriend invited you to a party." A voice from outside the room cut in, directing my eyes to the open doorway. There stood a muscular girl with golden hair pulled back in a half-up half-down hairstyle.

"Who, you?" Yujin replied, raising her eyebrows in disbelief, "Because last time I checked she was my-"

"I don't remember inviting Y/N to a party." Yet another voice interrupted the youngest member, appearing behind the blonde. She nonchalantly popped what I assumed was a peanut in her mouth, making her short, dark red hair flop to one side before she smirked and sent me a wink.

"Sooyoung unnie~" Yujin dragged out, whining at the red-haired member, "you ruined my line." I just stood there with pink cheeks as I watched the all-too-familiar scene play out in front of me.

"Blame Heejin, she's the one who said my name." Sooyoung shrugged, leaning one of her hands near the top of the door frame.

"She said 'Y/N's girlfriend,'" Yujin grumbled, clearly annoyed.

"Exactly," Sooyoung said, sending the maknae a tight-lipped smile.

"Uh, clearly I was referring to myself," Heejin butted in before the youngest member could get a word in. And, just like that, the room erupted into chaos, all three members yelling and arguing over each other.

If you had told me a few years ago that three of my future group members would be fighting over me, I would've laughed in your face, even if they were joking. And, yet, here I stand.

"Guys, guys please," I raised my voice loud enough to be heard over the bickering. Luckily they started to quiet down after getting their last remarks in and sneering at each other. "Enough with the joking-"

"Oh, you think we're joking." Sooyoung deadpanned, then looked me up and down in a way that made me feel weak in the knees.

"So is Y/N coming to Minji's party?" A fourth voice asked, completely oblivious to what just went down (or, maybe just so used to it that she had tuned the bickering out). All eyes landed on the brown and pink haired member like she had just exposed their secret.

"Yeji..." Heejin said disappointedly.

"Wait, I thought you were talking about Yoohyeon," Yujin furrowed her eyebrows.

"I thought you were talking about me." Sooyoung added, feigning cluelessness.

"Be quiet!" The other two members said in unison, only making the red-haired woman smile proudly.

"I was talking about Yoohyeon," Heejin explained. "It's Minji's party, but Yoohyeon's the one who invited us."

It took a moment to process, but once everything clicked, I shouted, "Yah! Yoohyeon's not my girlfriend."

"Right, and Sooyoung's not attracted to women." Heejin muttered, making the maknae bust out laughing.

"Yah, watch it, hypocrite." Sooyoung raised her chin towards the youngest.

"She's the hypocrite." Yujin giggled, pointing at Heejin. "And she's not wrong."

"You're all missing the point here," the blonde took over, turning back towards me, "Y/N is the hypocrite."

"I-"

"Nope. You get no say in this." Heejin pointed a finger at me and then quickly put it down. "We all know you like her."

"Yep," Yujin confirmed.

Sooyoung coughed before muttering, "Simp," then looked around like nothing happened.

Even Yeji was nodding in agreement and I knew, at this point, arguing was useless.

"So, about that party..." I smiled sheepishly.

"Ayyyy," a couple of them yelled and Sooyoung ran over to put her arm around my shoulders and drag me out of the room. Before I could regret my decision, we were all packing into a van on our way to our company building.

When we got to HappyFace, the members of Dreamcatcher had prepared more for their little impromptu party than we had initially anticipated. I honestly thought we'd just be sitting, talking, and maybe eating, but Sua had apparently insisted on making the practice room into a dance floor/party room. We could hear the music blaring the second we stepped out of the van. We all ended up laughing, expecting no less from a group just as chaotic as ours.

Soon after we went inside, the girls split up, going to eat or dance. I ended up staying in the main room, eating snacks and making small talk with Handong. I hadn't seen Yoohyeon yet and I wondered if she even came or decided to stay back in the dorm. I figured, since she invited us, she would at least make an appearance at some point.

My wandering eyes must've given me away, because Dongie suddenly said, "She's in one of the vocal practice rooms."

I played innocent, "What?"

"Yoohyeon," the pink-haired woman explained, "I know that's who you're looking for." The knowing grin on her face sent heat rushing to my cheeks.

"That's not what I-"

"She insisted on staying in there," she continued, ignoring my protests, "I think something's making her nervous," she drew out with a smirk, causing my face to darken a shade. "Maybe you should go talk to her."

"Uh..." I stared dumbly.

"It's okay, I know you want to," Handong smiled what seemed like an actual genuine, comforting smile before shooing me away, "now go."

I sighed, getting up and walking towards the practice rooms reluctantly. I didn't want to admit that Handong was right, but I did want to talk to Yoohyeon. Although, the thought of being in a room with her alone made me nervous. Even just making eye contact was enough to make me completely forget any language known to man, so this encounter was sure to end with me making a fool out of myself.

As I neared the rooms, I heard quiet humming leaving one of them and figured it must be her since the other members were elsewhere and no one would be using these right now. The humming stopped abruptly when I knocked quietly on the door.

"Come in," that voice I had grown addicted to said gently.

I opened the door slowly, seeing that her back was turned to me and her hand was holding a pencil as she wrote in her notebook. The scene reminded me of earlier today and I wondered if she would overwork herself when she got anxious like I did. She was wearing a loose, multicolored flannel, tight, black adidas pants, and her usual converse shoes. Her brown hair was freshly cut into a bob style and time seemed to stop for a second when she looked back at me. I hadn't seen her in person since she changed her hair and suddenly I understood why everyone was talking about it. She was breathtaking.

"Hi?" She smiled shyly, probably not expecting me. I stood there staring at her, still struck by her beauty... so long that she ended up giggling.

"Sorry," I shook my head, looking at the ground and internally cursing myself for the blush I knew was on my cheeks. "I didn't mean to interrupt. I can leave if you-"

"No!" She shouted, making my eyes widen and dart back to her. "I mean, no, it's okay." She looked away, but I noticed her jaw clench. "I was just finishing up anyways."

I nodded with a smile, endeared that she didn't seem to want me to leave. Though, I realized, she couldn't see it, so I replied, "okay."

A few seconds of awkward silence passed between us. We used to be able talk hours on end without ever running out of things to say. But, lately, there was a strange tension between us and it made me wonder what changed. I mean, I know what changed for me... I developed feelings for her. But what changed for her? Or was I just the one making it awkward?

"Did you happen to watch that scary movie I told you about?" I asked randomly, resisting the urge to facepalm for picking that, out of everything, as the topic of conversation.

Yoohyeon laughed, turning her head to meet my eyes again, showing off her smile that always gave me butterflies. "Yeah, I did, actually."

I returned the smile, touched that she cared enough to follow through with my recommendations. "And?"

"It was good," she shrugged, "I liked it."

"I-is that it?"

"Well, you were kinda hyping it up a lot so maybe I was expecting more from it?" Yoohyeon drug the words out like she was asking a question, probably too afraid to outright say she didn't like it because she didn't want to ruin it for me.

"Yah. It was so good though," I argued.

"Was it really good or do you just have a crush on the hot Japanese lesbian character in it?" She blurted out, making my jaw drop. How was I supposed to respond to that? "Mhm, that's what I thought. You totally have a thing for Japanese girls."

"No, I really don't," I defended, but she wasn't even listening.

"What's with that by the way?" She kept going, "It's like you don't even like Korean girls."

I couldn't help but laugh. Ironic that she was the one saying that. "You have no idea." I muttered.

"Oh really?" She perked up. Why did I say that out loud? "So you do like Korean girls?" She asked and then all-too-eagerly gestured for me to come sit next to her. Why was she so interested in this?

I sighed, wiping my sweaty hands on my pants before walking over. "Yeah." I sat down. Yoohyeon stared at me for a second like she was checking to make sure I wasn't lying. The way her eyes were carefully scrutinizing my face started getting to me. I couldn't take when she looked at me like that. "What?" I said shyly, pushing her shoulder so that she'd stop staring.

"What?" She repeated with a laugh. "I can't look at you?" A teasing smile made its way onto her lips. This wasn't a new occurrence. Although, it was normally me intentionally making her panic. Now it was more often the other way around. The more times I noticed I couldn't keep eye contact with her the more I started to realized I liked her more than just a friend.

"You know that's not it," I blushed, still looking away.

"Then what?" Yoohyeon giggled, shoving my shoulder back.

"It's just-"

"It's just what?" She leaned forward, wanting me to look at her.

I smiled in my embarrassment. "Nothing. It's stupid anyways." I glanced at her a second to see her watching my expressions closely.

"Well now you have to tell me." She grinned, using the phrase we always used to when one of us wouldn't tell the other something.

I turned my head to her. "It's just..." She was perched on the edge of her seat, so eager for what I had to say. And God, I wanted so badly to tell her. Maybe she was hoping I'd admit my feelings. But how could I know? Maybe I could just go the safe route and compliment her. After what we were talking about earlier, maybe she'd get the hint. "You look..." pretty? No, she hates being called pretty. Beautiful? Is that even any different? I can't just say 'good' and 'handsome' seems a little weird right now. Maybe 'attractive'... no that sounds douchey-

"What, I look ugly?"

"No! No, of course not," I rushed out and we both ended up laughing.

"You look beautiful," I said, causing her to stop laughing and look at me.

When she realized I was being serious, she was the one to break eye contact. "Really?" She chuckled, her voice shaky. "I just got out of practice though," she brushed it off. "I think you're lying." She joked. I noticed she tended to do that any time we got serious like this.

"Really? I would've never guessed," I replied honestly. She seriously was completely and utterly clueless about how beautiful she was.

She met my eyes again, timid. "You're just saying that-"

"No, I mean, you look good in anything. Even your practice clothes." Her cheeks turned red and she laughed nervously while punching my shoulder.

"Shut up."

"Yah, I'm being serious." I laughed, pushing her hands away from me. "And I get why everyone likes your new hairstyle." She finally stopped attacking me and looked back at me. We just stared at each other for a moment and, as much as I hoped she realized I was being genuine, the sudden silence made me nervous again. "Really though. You look like a badass Black Widow or something," I finally broke the silence.

"Ooookay." She laughed and stood up. "Marvel nerd." She shoved me for the eightieth time tonight. "That's my cue to leave."

"Noooo," I cried dramatically, "don't leave me, unnie."

"Unnie?" She exclaimed with a laugh. "When have you ever called me that?" Before I could respond, she was walking out the door and turning off the light with me still inside. "That person's weird," she yelled back and I just imagined her pointing her finger back at the door.

Well, guess it's safe to say the compliment route didn't work...

About an hour passed and I hadn't talked to Yoohyeon any more. Some of my younger members had headed back to the dorm to rest and a couple others I had lost track of. Most of the older members started drinking and, with the majority of them being lightweights, let's just say... they were intoxicated. And Dreamcatcher + alcohol did not equal a pleasant mix.

I would find this out sooner rather than later when Sua came out of nowhere and started dragging me down the hall. I didn't have time to ask where she was taking me before she was pushing me through a doorway. The room it led to was dark with nothing but moving colored lights illuminating the surroundings and music blaring, similar to the practice room.

"Alright, we can start now," Sua shouted after closing the door behind me and running to the center of the room where a table was set up. Crowded around the table, I noticed Minji, Siyeon, Yoohyeon, Dami, Sooyoung, and Heejin, along with Sua.

Sooyoung saw me and made her way over, pulling me further in the room. "There you are. We've been waiting for you." Her words came out slow and a little slurred.

"What's going on?" I asked. "And are you drunk?" Just as I tried to scold her for setting a bad example as our leader, Sua's loud voice cut in.

"Alriiiight, ladies," she clapped her hands together once, "first up is... drumroll please..." The girls around me started making drumroll noises with their mouths or tapped on the table with their fingers. It was pretty dark, so it was hard to make out their faces, but they all seemed to be smiling like they were doing something they shouldn't be. Sua tapped on the device in her hand and then smirked. "Yoohyeon!" she said, making the room erupt into cheers.

I looked over just as the tall member put her hands over her face in embarrassment. Clearly she was dreading being picked and I wondered what could be so bad that she didn't want to do. Sua nudged the brunette forward a little towards the table. "The party Gods have chosen you," a slap sounded, making Yoohyeon flinch. From my time around this group, I had a good feeling it came from the dancer spanking Yoohyeon's butt, "start stripping." I nearly choked on my own spit. Stripping??

Smacking Sooyoung next to me, I gave her a look that showed her how insane I thought this all was. "What did you drag me into?" I whisper-yelled, glad the music was loud enough and the room was dark enough to mask my panic.

"Just watch." She replied, much too calm for my liking.

Calm is the furthest thing away from what I was right now, and it only seemed to drift further and further out of reach as I watched Yoohyeon's shaky hands slowly start unbuttoning her flannel. One by one, from the bottom up, the buttons were let loose by her slim fingers, exposing a few more inches of her tan skin every time. Even with it being dark, the occasional flashing party lights danced across her torso, highlighting how taut the muscles were underneath her smooth skin. She wore only a tight, grey Calvin Klein bra underneath, making all the blood rush to my head.

Ignoring the hollering from her members and mine, she tugged on the sleeves and finally pulled the shirt all the way off. Dami grabbed it from her hands, but I barely even paid attention. I was too focused on her. My heart pounded in my chest as my eyes took in every inch of her skin: her strong neck, exposed collarbones, defined biceps, long torso, tiny waist. I nearly had to stop myself from stepping forward and tracing my fingers over the lines between her abs, it was so tempting. What I would give to just touch-

"You're staring," a low voice whispered to my side. I turned suddenly, growing embarrassed when I realized it was Siyeon who had caught me.

"And blushing," Sooyoung added, to which I responded with another slap on her shoulder.

"Am not," I defended, making Siyeon laugh.

"Wait 'til you see what comes next," the blue-haired vocalist teased, directing my eyes back to the shirtless girl.

My mouth went dry when she climbed onto the table and laid on her back as Sua stood over her. This couldn't possibly be leading anywhere good. Minji came from the other side of the room with a bottle of tequila and a few other items in her hands that I couldn't quite make out. Yep, this definitely wasn’t good.

"While Minji's getting everything ready, let's see who tonight's lucky participant is." Sua tapped on her device once more as the crowd started yelling again.

Yoohyeon looked anxiously around the room and I subconsciously scooted over so that Sooyoung was blocking her view of me. Meanwhile, Dami was helping pour a shot while Minji handed Yoohyeon a lime and started shaking something into her hand over the younger member's torso. When she was satisfied, she turned her hand over onto Yoohyeon's stomach and started spreading the white grains into a line down the middle, from the top of her bellybutton to the white band on her bra. Salt? Or sugar? Everyone else seemed to know what was happening, but I was growing more confused by the second.

"And, the lucky winner is..." the drumming noises picked up again and Sua seemed to drag it out longer this time. Her eyes glanced up from her phone to meet mine and a devilish grin took over her lips. Oh no. "Congratulations Y/NN," she mocked victoriously and somehow I knew from that look on her face that this wouldn't end well for me.

I froze, sure I was hearing things. I didn't even notice how Yoohyeon's cheeks had turned pink or that Sooyoung had walked behind me until I was being shoved towards the table. The girls in the room cheered, but I was hardly focused on them. Sua grabbed my arm, pulling me to the edge of the table and handed me something.

"What do I-"

"Drink this," she instructed, gesturing to the shot glass now in my left hand, "then all you have to do is finish it off with some salt and lime. It's that easy." Her calm voice nearly convinced me, but the hint of mischief in her eyes made me rethink. The laughter coming from the short silver-haired rapper confirmed my suspicions.

There's no way that's all I had to do.

Then, my eyes caught sight of the white line trailing down the center of Yoohyeon's abs. Salt. Her hand hesitantly reached up to her mouth to bite down on the fruit Minji had given her. Lime.

Well, fuck.

I looked over at Sua in utter disbelief. All she did was wink and say, "Go get her, tiger." She smacked me on the butt, sending me forward and forcing me to catch myself on either sides of the table next to Yoohyeon's ankles. I was positioned right between her legs, giving me a sickeningly attractive view of her body. Suddenly my head started spinning and my gut twisted. Now I was sure I'd pass out.

I didn't have time for that though when the whole room started chanting, "One-shot! One-shot! One-shot!" Sua had turned her phone flashlight on as an impromptu spotlight, so that everyone could see what was happening. Looking down at the liquor in my hand, I tried to convince myself that it wouldn't be that bad. The alcohol would help, right? Isn't that why they called it liquid courage?

I felt a bead of sweat drip down the back of my neck as I looked back at Yoohyeon. She didn't dare look up at me and it made my fingers numb. What was she thinking? Did she want this? Would it make her uncomfortable? It definitely felt like it was crossing a line. What if it made things weird between us? But, then again, things between us are already weird...

Screw it.

The girls cheered even louder when I put the shot glass to my lips and tilted my head back, downing the entire thing. Not even a second later I started feeling the effects of the liquor. It was like lightning traveling through my veins, electrifying my senses and making my mind go numb. I wasn't at all prepared for the adrenaline rush it would give me and suddenly doing this didn't seem like a bad idea at all. I wanted it, after all.

Jumping up to plant my knees on the table, I nearly toppled over onto the girl now below me before I caught myself. The alcohol certainly wasn't helping with coordination, but it did make me feel a million times more intensely as I looked down at Yoohyeon. The image of her from this angle was so overwhelming that chills ran across my skin. When she finally met my eyes, her own looked nervous and unsure. In that split second, I raised my eyebrow at her in a silent request for consent that I hoped she would understand. When she raised her own back and looked down at her stomach, I swallowed thickly. She was challenging me.

My hand instinctively brushed my hair back as I lowered myself over her body, causing the overdramatic idols surrounding us let out a few pterodactyl screeches. I grabbed her hips over her black athletic pants, noticing how her hands gripped the side of the table in anticipation, and looked down at the trail of salt starting just above her bellybutton, watching as her stomach moved up and down with her lungs. Her heart must've been beating as fast as mine, she was breathing so heavily. The taste of alcohol still stung the back of my throat, begging me to replace it with something different.

Here goes nothing.

I took a massive breath in before placing the tip of my tongue on her skin. I was glad I had chosen to hold her for support because she instinctively bucked her hips at the contact. This reaction went straight to my head and I flattened my tongue on the way up her smooth stomach in the hopes that she'd do it again. The salty taste quickly became too much, but I kept going, not ready to chicken out just yet. And I was thankful I didn't when she inhaled sharply and arched her back off the table, forcing my nose to brush against her skin. My hands had moved higher on her waist to push her back against the table, allowing me to feel the goosebumps I had left in my wake. Once I finally managed to make it all the way to her bra, her muscles tighten underneath me because of what she knew was coming next and I could've swore I heard her whine when I pulled back.

Raising my head to get a look at her, I had to clench my teeth to stop an ungodly sound from leaving my mouth. Her neck was strained as she tilted her head back with her eyes closed and her teeth clenched around the lime slice between her lips for likely the same reason I was forcing mine closed. Or maybe that was wishful thinking and her body language was really alluding to her discomfort. The thought made me embarrassed for being so aroused by what had just happened. How could I be sure that she was enjoying this too?

By now, I had completely blocked out the people around us, only able to hear the blood pounding in my ears. Just being this close to her and feeling her chest rise and fall against mine made me feel like I was burning alive in the best way possible. So when she finally opened her eyes to let me see that they had now turned a shade darker, that fire burned even hotter. Maybe she was enjoying this. Her chin tilted upwards while she stared intensely into my eyes. It seemed obvious she was offering me the lime between her teeth, but something in her stare felt like she was daring me to do more.

I stayed there for a moment, just looking down at her, frozen. The nerves and doubts started to creep back in as I glanced back and forth between her eyes, almost forcing me off that table. Almost. But then Yoohyeon glanced down at my lips and cocked her eyebrow just like I had done earlier. The simple action felt like she was confirming that she was feeling everything I had been feeling and wanted me to keep going.

So, I slowly leaned down, feeling her eyes on me every second. When I reached the lime, my bottom lip brushed against hers, making her inhale through her nose and bite down harder. One of her hands darted to my jaw as I tilted my head to grab the lime from her with my teeth. She let me take it into my own mouth, watching as I bit down into the fruit, licking her own lips. The sour taste topped off my heightened senses, and now, all I wanted to taste was her.

With her bottom lip now caught between her teeth, she moved her hand to take the lime from my mouth. I allowed her to throw it on the ground and licked the rest of the juice from my own lips. Her eyes followed my tongue and stayed on my lips. After a few seconds that felt like hours, she put her hand on the back of my neck to pull me down and there was no doubt in my mind that she was going to kiss me. She didn't even care that other people were looking, it was only me and her ... except, it wasn't.

"Okay, enough fun lovebirds." Sua's voice rudely interrupted, bringing the rapidly escalating moment to a full stop. "Go get a room or something." She shoved me off of Yoohyeon and I would've fallen off the table had Sooyoung not been there to catch me.

I had been so invested in that moment that it felt like sensory overload when my hearing tuned back in to everything around me. Sooyoung held me up straight and shook my shoulders, trying to bring me back down to planet Earth. "Uhm, what the fuck just happened?!" She nearly yelled, pulling me to the side of the room, away from the table.

I looked over my shoulder to see Yoohyeon glancing back at me while Dami put her shirt back on her. The shiny line on her abdomen made me bite the side of my tongue, remembering the taste of salt and the feeling of her warm, soft skin underneath it. "You tell me," I replied, unable to pull my eyes away from the brunette. She was going to kiss me. The pit of my stomach tingled at the thought.

"Dude," Sooyoung turned me so that I was finally looking at her, "you're fucking crazy." I tried to ignore her, the last thing I needed right now was a lecture. Instead I tried looking for Yoohyeon, who, in the split second I had turned away, had vanished. "I don't think they were actually expecting you to do it," Sooyoung admitted.

"What?" I immediately turned back to her, now angry. "You mean they set this up as a... as a joke?"

"No it's-"

"And you let me do it?" I yelled, ripping my arm out of her hold and glaring at her.

"To be fair, I didn't think you would," Sooyoung tried to reason, but it was too late. Now I was overthinking everything. What if she wasn't really trying to kiss me?

"I gotta go," I said and walked to the door, not waiting for a reply.

"Wait, Y/N!" Sooyoung yelled after me, but I was already gone.

Feeling overwhelmed by embarrassment, I rushed through the company halls, hoping to escape this place before anyone could stop me. I was so sure of the fact that I had made Yoohyeon uncomfortable that I felt ashamed and disgusted with myself. She was my friend, why would I think that was a good idea? I should've known doing something that foolish would have repercussions. I was just so wrapped up in the idea that she might've actually liked me as much as I liked her. When, in reality, that was probably farthest from the truth.

Now I was sure things between us could never be the same again. How could I ever face her knowing how I made her feel? Maybe it would be best if I tried to avoid her all together. It might be tricky being forced to use the same tiny company building, but maybe I could manage it. I had to.

Ironically, as I paced down the hallway in my trek to the exit, the door to a vocal practice room opened to reveal the very girl I was desperately trying to evade. When she noticed it was me, her gaze was so intense that I felt the need to start spewing apologies as I tried to leave.

"I'm really sorry and I know you probably hate me now, so I'll just go before I make things wo-" She stepped forward and grabbed my arm, yanking me into the practice room with her. I could only assume she was angry when she slammed the door and turned to forcefully shove me back against the wall.

"Yooh-" I tried to apologize again, but suddenly her lips were pressing roughly into mine, catching me completely off guard. There was no time to react when she reached up to hold onto my neck tightly, whether for support or to stop me from pushing her off, I wasn't sure. All air left my lungs at the sensation and the desperation in her kisses convinced me it was the latter. She wanted this. Badly. And she wasn't going to let me be the one to stop her. Not that I wanted to anyways, even with how utterly confused this was making me.

The way her lips relentlessly attacked me, capturing my bottom lip, only to release it, push further into me, tilt her head a little in the other direction, and trade it for my top lip—like she was starved for a taste of me and couldn't get as much as she wanted quick enough—made my brain foggy. The veil of lust overtaking my mind only got worse when I started running out of air and it seemed apparent that Yoohyeon wasn't planning on letting me go anytime soon. I had no idea my earlier actions had managed to stoke the long-burning flame she had inside of her for me and now it engulfed her into a fire too hot to be put out.

As much as I would've gladly continued providing fuel—because the feeling of its irresistible flames now catching fire inside my own chest and spreading throughout my body was torturously addicting—my lungs burned painfully, begging for the oxygen she had stolen from them, and my tongue stung with the bitter taste of alcohol coming from her own lips. These bold actions struck me as uncharacteristic for the usually polite and occasionally shy woman and I started to realize she was likely acting under the influence, her intuition clouded by intoxication. This thought gave me the final ounce of willpower I needed to raise my own hands to her cheeks and push my thumbs against her chin to separate our lips.

"What are you doing?" I asked with a huff as my lungs made a violent effort to refill themselves, hindered by the strain my beating heart had on the amount of air they allowed in.

My eyes were blown wide while hers slowly fluttered open, hooded with lust once they met mine. Our lips were still just centimeters apart and somehow looking at her now had me more panicked than when she was practically on top of me, making out with me. Seeing her features up close and knowing that it really was her who initiated this (and I wasn't in some sort of lucid dream) was almost too much to handle.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," Yoohyeon whispered, biting her bottom lip as if to savor the taste I left on it and leaning impossibly further into me so that our noses were touching as she stared into my eyes. It was definitely too much to handle.

Even with just one sentence, I started doubting everything. She's wanted to do this for a long time. Meaning she's thought about it multiple times in the past, but never acted on it. Meaning she might actually like me more than a friend. Except the faint smell of alcohol on her breath still itched at the back of my mind, unwilling to be ignored. People do plenty of things they'd never do sober once intoxicated. It clouds your judgement, blurring the line between what's right and wrong. So, what if it was just the alcohol talking? What if she didn't really mean it? If anything, she was probably just drunk and horny and I happened to be in the right place at the right time, making her feel feelings that weren't actually there before she started drinking.

Yoohyeon seemed to grow impatient as I stood there, frozen in my internal battle, unsure of how to proceed. She didn't need my go-ahead anyways, she was going to decide for the both of us. And that decision manifested itself in her fingers trailing up the length of my neck, weaving themselves into my hair at the base of my skull, and her tongue taking advantage of my parted lips from the gasp her actions had elicited, swiping across my own without warning.

Feeling helpless and mildly pitiful from how much of a mess she had managed to make me within the span of a few seconds, all I could do was blindly reach down to clutch her slim waist for support. Though she seemed to take it to mean something completely different when she hummed and pressed herself against my right thigh. With her legs on either side of mine, I nearly lost balance, forcing me to pull her waist further into me. My thigh consequently put pressure against the spot between her legs, causing her to let out a high-pitched noise into my mouth.

Oh my god.

Was she really this turned on? Had I made her this turned on? No, I couldn't handle the thought. It was too much. Even if everything she said was true and she felt all these things for me, it was wrong to let her go on in this state.

"Wait," I mumbled when she pulled back for a second, but she ignored me, kissing my bottom lip with such force that she might as well have been biting it. At that thought, images of the lime clenched between her teeth from before flashed through my mind and I caught myself wondering what my lip might've felt like there instead.

Her steady rhythm of swiping her tongue into my mouth and finishing by closing her mouth and capturing my lips before pulling away to do the same again was slowly driving me crazy and had my brain picturing scenarios between us much worse than her simply biting my lip. With the way her hands started dragging down over my collarbones on a clear mission to get a feel for what was hiding under my clothes, I knew she was likely imagining the same. I needed to stop her before this got too far out of control.

I took advantage of the fact that her fingers were no longer holding onto anything to use my own to push her shoulders back. Luckily she didn't immediately crash back into me this time since she had finally run out of air completely. We both inhaled and exhaled heavily and her nose found it's way to bump against mine like she still couldn't stand not touching me. I allowed her a second to open her eyes and when I saw them dart back to my mouth, I rushed to put my thumb over her lips. Her gaze flitted back up to my own and, despite my attempt to calm her down, she seemed to like it a little too much.

I moved my thumb down so it was resting on her chin instead and whispered, "we shouldn't be doing this."

Yoohyeon grabbed my hand that was holding her face, wrapping her thumb around my own. "Why not?" She whispered back, raising her eyebrow and sending me a look that I knew was dangerous.

"You're drunk," I answered, my voice a little louder this time. It became clear to me that nearly everything I had been doing and saying she took as me trying to turn her on. But this wasn't some game I was playing. Not anymore.

"I'm not drunk," she stood up straight and, as if on cue, wobbled backwards as she lost her balance. I was able to pull her in by her waist before she could topple over. "Okay, maybe a little," she giggled, making herself comfortable again with her arms wrapping securely around my neck.

I glared back at her as a warning, but the smile brought on by her laughter remained on her face, showing off her dimples. My attempts to make logical decisions continued to dwindle and fail. The more I tried to think everything through, the realer it became. And the realer it became, the more I realized that this might be the only time I'd ever get what I truly wanted. Her. That thought alone was enough to make me give up any attempts of stopping her. Of course, it didn't help that she was also playing the part incredibly well.

In that moment of internal debate, while I was busy convincing myself to stop her, she was busy getting lost in my eyes. "I like you," she admitted so quietly that I almost didn't hear it, making my heart stop all together.

Damn you, Kim Yoohyeon, for being so convincing. For these feelings spilling out of me like a hopeless romantic who can't help but hang onto your every word, even in your drunken state. For stealing my heart and holding it right out in front of me, reminding me who’s really in control of it. And for doing it all so easily, acting like you're totally oblivious to the hold you have on me.

But, then again, maybe you were, and that was the problem.

"You don't really mean that," I stated, practically begging that she'd just agree and drop it right there so I could stop holding onto hope. I was so tired of questioning every single thing she did and said. Couldn't she just bury it for good?

But, no. "I do," she insisted. Like her kisses before, she seemed desperate to prove it to me. It had me wondering for a moment if she was as dependent on me to validate her feelings as I was on her. But I quickly shook the ridiculous thought away.

"No," I sighed, "Yoohyeon-"

"What's that saying?..." she trailed off, ignoring me again, "drunken thoughts are sober words." Her eyebrows furrowed, "wait no. Sober thoughts-"

"The fact that you can't even form a coherent sentence right now is really not helping your case." I tried to sound serious, but I couldn't stop the hint of a smile gracing my lips. One more thing to add to that list: damn you for being such a cute drunk.

The brunette pouted, and her brown eyes shined in the hallway light peeking through the door, making her resemble a puppy dog. Case in point.

"I want to believe you," I told her, no need whatsoever to fake the honesty in my voice, "but you're obviously not in your right mind." I couldn't be sure she was really listening intently like she appeared to be, but I was just glad she had given up on her attempt to quiet me with more kisses (well, not entirely glad, but, you know). "I don't want to feel like I'm taking advantage of you."

When I was finished, Yoohyeon whined and buried her nose in my neck. "I hate that you're such a good person sometimes." I squeezed her sides, pulling her closer so that her chest was flush against mine. I could feel her heartbeat, just as unstable as mine from earlier.

It was still proving incredibly difficult not to let go of reason completely and allow her to continue doing whatever she wanted to me when she was being like this. So many times in the past we had only joked about anything to do with relationships, always tiptoeing around the dangerous waters of our feelings for each other, but, this was the first rare moment where she was finally bold enough to dive headfirst into them. And, with her next words, she pulled off her last final trick to drag me down under the surface with her.

"Cause all I can think about is you on top of me on that table and the way your tongue felt against my skin," she whispered in my ear as her lips teasingly brushed across the sensitive skin just beneath my jawline.

Oh my god, I thought, except this time it left my mouth and had Yoohyeon giggling before her lips began claiming their territory on my neck. Though, it was less a cute giggle and more an evil one, like she enjoyed saying such explicit things because of the reactions she could get out of me. So much for being a cute drunk.

The sensation of her plump, velvety lips sucking down on my skin was slowly overriding all the thoughts in my mind. "I really need to take you home," I said, more to remind myself than to tell her. She hummed and I felt her smile against my neck. "Not like that," I tried to explain, but it was obvious she wasn't really listening. "Hey," pulling her away from me, I tilted her chin up so that we stood face to face once again. She gulped, looking up at me like she was completely innocent. "You're probably not even gonna remember this," I said under my breath and shook my head.

Still, I took a deep breath and looked back at her. "I like you, too, okay? And, God," I leaned into her, resisting the urge to feel her intoxicating lips against mine just one last time, "I want this more than you could possibly know." The obvious desperation in my tone made Yoohyeon smile proudly. "But I don't want this to just be a drunken mistake that you regret in the morning." Her lips turned down into a frown at that.

Really, knowing her regretting this was a distinct possibility hurt. A lot. And now I was thinking maybe it would be better off if she did forget this whole thing ever happened. "So you're gonna let me take you home, and if you still feel the same way in the morning, then maybe we can talk." For once, I could finally tell the sentimental look in her eyes was genuine and not another one of her deceiving tricks. "Deal?"

Yoohyeon pressed her lips together. "Deal.”

**This imagine was transferred over from my Wattpad account @ OT5Stan4Life**

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insomniakisses · 2 years ago

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Your the Omega of the group and having pups

Requested? Yes

Reader type: GN!reader, omega reader, Female anatomy

Warning/Notes; Omegaverse Au, Suggestive themes, Pregnancy, Polyamorous Dreamcatcher, Member x Member x Reader, fluff

For the past few weeks you had felt off. Having a sensitive neck and needing your alphas around practically 24/7. You had even snapped at your friend, growling slightly when they elbowed your stomach accidentally. And yet you assumes it was just stress.

You still hadn’t put two and two together until you started to feel nauseous in the mornings and your alpha friend pointed out that your scent seemed a little different. It was then u decided to take a test. Which led you to where you are now.

“SHIT!” You cursed as the test came up positive, unaware of Minji being just outside your bathroom door.

“Babe?” You heard her call from outside, confusion and worry lacing her voice followed by the sound of her opening the door.

You cursed yourself mentally for forgetting to lock it as she came face to face with you. Eyes softening when she catches sight of what was in your hands. “Is that, it it positive-“ she grabs your shaky hands as you nod and she can’t help but spin you around giggling in excitement. Your heart filling with joy at knowing that at least one of your Alphas was happy with the news. Just then the loud laughter of your second oldest girlfriend came down the hallway followed by the sight of her chasing yoohyeon into the room.

The over sized puppy stumbling and almost landing on you if it hadn’t been for Minji’s growl causing bora to pull her back. both staring at the eldest in utter shock at being growled at out of the blue. “I’m fineeeee” you laugh lightly leaning up to kiss her cheek as she huffs, the other two watching the interaction carefully.

Confused, the scan over you and their fellow alpha girlfriend carefully both their eyes landing on how Minji is caressing your belly ever so loving and careful. It was Yoohyeon who put two and two together.

“OMG-” she rushes to wrap you in her arms gently, “YOUR CARRYING ONE OF OUR PUPS!” Bora gasps not seconds later when she sees Yooh kneel down to nuzzle into your barely visible bump. going over to kiss you softly before nuzzling into your neck on the opposite side Jiu was currently doing the same. Both nipping and scenting slightly causing you to giggle.

After about five minutes of the four of you staying like that, all of you in complete bliss and hearts full of happiness there was a knock on the door despite it being wide open. you cant help but chuckle at the curious looks your remaining girlfriends were sporting, all four heads popped into the doorway slightly.

“Our little Omega has something to tell you” Yoohyeon muses kissing your stomach and essentially giving away the surprise. You nod happily when their curious yet excited eyes flick from you and your small bump. Getting engulfed in affections from all seven alphas just as quick.

You yelp in surprise when Yubin lifts you into her arms and takes of down the hallway shouting a fleeting, “Race you to the nest!”.

She carefully sets you down in the centre barely having time to wrap her arms around you and kiss your cheek softly before the rest of your girlfriends made their way in dotting on you just the same.

a/n: I forgot the interacting with pups part im sorry! lemmie know if u want that doin

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dark-night-insomniac · 2 years ago

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| Dreamcatcher jiu x gender neutral reader

Genre: medevial au, fluff and angst

| Word count: 6.1k~ Part 1

Warning: fighting, blood, injury, angst, cursing, threats, physical&mental abuse, historical inaccuracy~ switch from first person to third at some point

| Cast: Minji, Sua, Yoohyeon, Gahyeon and You

A/n: some of the other characters in this might get their own story ;)

Sua’s spinoff - Gahyeon’s spinoff coming soon

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I’ve seen her a few times around the village

Even from a distance, the mysterious aura seeping through her gaze always seemed to catch my attention

I knew better than to mess with witches

But to say my not-so royal life was getting boring was an understatement

My family sent me to live in the rural edges of our kingdom, with the purpose of teaching me life the hard way, before becoming the head of the palace

So here I was, a prince, trying to stay undercover, living as a farmer under someone’s uncle’s roof

That women I keep seeing, i've never quite seen a beauty so surreal, ‘’maybe it was a spell’’ i chuckled to myself, or maybe it was something far more than what i expected it to be

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I struggle to remember the color of the walls inside the palace. Maybe they changed it now.

My father and mother had agreed on it, before being suited to lead the kingdom, I had to live the hard way. Living with a friend of a friend, a farmer that is, and for approximately 12 months.

Every descendant of the Crimson family that was in line for the throne had to prove themselves by doing so. But the way my father had thrown me out without a notice still left me hurt.

I felt the bitterness come back to the surface as I bit down on my already bleeding lip.The feeling was exactly what I needed for this instance.I picked myself back up, pushing away the stray hairs from my vision. My left side stung again as I received another blow to my ribs.

The small crowd cheered.

I wasn’t going to let that scoundrel make a fool out of me again. I targeted his leg, first grabbing his shoulders, then kicking his leg to be able to swipe my feet underneath his, making him fall successfully

The crowd cheered again

Seeing my enemy on the ground, I stomped my feet down to his throat.

I had enough…

I kept pressing down even after he tapped on my leg for mercy. It's only when one of my friends pulled me back that I came back to my senses. The crowd quickly gathered around me, celebrating another worthless win. ‘’Yea yea, i won, the show’s now over every one’’ i made a gesture for them to disperse.

The moment I could feel the breeze again, I looked around at the disappearing crowd.

We had this event between friends every week or so. The crowd was always changing, new faces every time. But one face seemed familiar through it all.

A slender figure, dark hair, and always that dark cape looming over her. My friends told me she was only around when I was the one fighting.

Villagers, farmers, foreigners, anyone could enter our fighting matches as long as they placed a bet. The crowd could place bets as well, delivering the money before being permitted to watch the show. It wasn’t anything professional, far from it, but it was a way for us to distract ourselves and get some money out of it.

I walked back to my older friend, looking down at the amount we had gathered

‘’How much did we get?’’ I asked

‘’Weird question for a royal like you y/n, shouldn't you already have all the riches in the land?’’ he quirked his eyebrow. I kicked some dirt his way.

‘’Hey! Do that again and you’re never getting your share’’

I huffed before sitting down by his side to help him count

——

After all, life outside the castle wasn’t too hard. Harsh but freeing in many ways that the 4 walls of that palace could never provide me.

I walked back home at dawn, walking a bit further away from the village. I stepped inside, noticing my adoptive family, each sitting around the table.

‘’Good evening’’ I announced myself before taking off my worn out jacket

‘’Did you feed the lambs and the chickens?’’ A stern voice asked me

I cursed under my breath

‘’Go outside to feed them and do not come back in until it's done. You'll sleep outside if you are too lazy for such minimal tasks. You might be royal blood, but from what i have seen of you, you'll never be as good as your father’’ he spitted at me

I felt both my fists clenching, breathe y/n, only a few more months…

‘’It's not because your a descendant of the Crimson’s family that you're any better than us, now go before I teach you a lesson’’

I exited the house, slamming the door behind me.

This is ridiculous, no one restocked the food for the chickens. I grabbed my satchel and made my way out further, nearing the woods.

I still wasn’t quite sure what these animals were supposed to eat to grow. I would usually steal from our neighbors gardens, gathering what I could so uncle could get off my back.

Like the usual routine, I sneaked past the small cabin, kneeling down before the small garden. I started filling my bag with anything I could grab.

I believed myself to be safe. That is until I heard wood cracking under someone's weight. I immediately ducked, laying on the ground as flat as possible. Footsteps grew louder and closer, that’s when I heard a shout and decided it was my time to run. I stood up and saw the old man pointing his gun at me, I ducked and started running towards the woods. Hearing cursing and gunshots following. I ran through bushes and trees, not looking back

I stopped a minute later, trying to catch my breath.

That's when I heard a voice humming. I hid behind a tree. I heard of these fables, the ones who were stupid enough to wander around the woods alone would often encounter what people called witches. Seemingly human, but with monstrous powers.

I tried listening to the humming. I felt warm, almost comforted by the sound. I racked my brain, trying to remember witches powers and their effects on the common mortal. That song she was humming, it must be some sort of spell or enchantment

I plugged my ears with my fingers. How was I going to get out of this?

‘’Running, like you always do y/n’’

Right, I looked around before stepping out from my hiding spot, ready to run once again

Unfortunately for me, grace wasn’t one of my fortee, nor was my vision so it seems, has i had failed to notice a small root sticking out from the ground, making me trip and fall down

The humming stopped.

I cursed under my breath. I looked up to be met with an oddly familiar face. She simply giggled, looking down at me.

I stood up before taking a step back, cautious to who or what i had encountered.

‘’You’re hurt’’ she almost whispered while looking at me

Her voice sounded like pure silk, something bringing me almost as much comfort as it had for fear a few seconds prior.

I knew better than to fall under a witches charm. Yet, I stood frozen as she approached me, unable to look away from her delicate features and her chocolate eyes. Her hand made contact with my face, making me slightly jump. Her gaze met mine again, this time seemingly worried.

‘’S-sorry’’ I mumbled. She smiled before letting go of my face.

‘’Make sure to clean that cut and put pomade on it, if you want it to heal’’ she looked down with a shy smile

‘’Oh..I will’’ I replied before shaking myself out of this trance like state

‘’I'll be on my way’’ she excused herself before walking away

I ran back to the cottage, feeding the chickens with what I had gathered before finally settling down inside. I looked at my reflection, a cut was present where the women had touched my face. I gathered water from the kitchen, taking a small bowl to bring some over to my room.

I sat down before plunging face first into the bowl. At least I could clean up the wound.

Satisfied, I undressed and laid down. I stared at the rotting ceiling, wood really couldn't last long against the rain I thought. I turned to lay on my side, staring out the window.

Images of earlier came to mind. I wasn't sure if I liked the woman I encountered or if it was only the spell of a witch, either way, I was probably only touch deprived.

She was just one of many faces I would come across and never see again.

——

Yet another crack of dawn fell upon the village.

I unwillingly opened my eyes to be blinded by the waking sun.

If I were to wake up early enough, maybe uncle wouldn't catch me leaving for the day. I wasn’t willing to fulfill my duties per usual, so I opted on escaping to the village for another of our fighting tournaments. I quickly dressed up in my red cardigan father had given me, before exiting by the room’s window. I walked through the field before joining the main path. After a few minutes, I knocked on my friend’s front door.

Only a few seconds passed before she opened the door.

‘’Y/n!’’ she exclaimed

‘’Ready for another successful day Yooh?’’

She nodded with a grin before following me outside. She left to gather any possible fighters while I set up the scene, simply marking a line in the dirt behind one of the houses in the village.

I then settled down Yooh’s bet’s hat, anyone agreeing to fight or to watch had to place a bet against us, thus making us quite the coin after each fight.

When Yooh came back with a crowd, we decided on an order. A few foreigners in town would be fighting a few locals, then, the winner would go against me for the final.

We collected the bets and let the fights start after explaining a few base rules.

——

The crowd started getting bigger after a few rounds. More and more familiar faces stacked up around the circle. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around to be faced with none other than Lee Gahyeon.

‘’Well if it isn’t the princess herself’’ I teased, slightly bowing.

She grinned from ear to ear, making me do the same.

‘’Y/n, you know not to address me as such around here” she lightly scolded.

‘’How is the farm life treating you dear friend’’ I asked, a bit concerned.

‘’Better than you it seems” she teased, pointing out my rough figure.

‘’The difference between you and me Gahyeon, is that i'm letting myself have fun while away from the castle’’

‘’And I only have a month left before returning to my family, so who is really the winner here y/n?’’ she grinned

Gahyeon was a princess sent here for the same purpose as I was. Only difference being her coming from a different kingdom, one adjacent to mine. Our families were allies. Once they heard about our family’s famous tradition, they decided on sending Gahyeon out into the world as well.

‘’Well i suppose i'll be lonely then’’ I playfully winked at her, making her giggle

Our attention was brought back to the fight when Yooh announced a winner, it was then that I turned around and saw the hooded girl again.There was this insatiable feeling inside of me, I needed to know her name. But as I started walking towards her, Gahyeon pulled me back.

‘’Don’t think you're escaping from me so easily prince charming’’ she grinned

Although I would have joined Gahyeon's stories, I was still distracted by the stranger. I turned the other way again, meeting the mysterious eyes through the crowd.

Those eyes, I could recognize them anywhere, an object of fascination against my own will. I was taken aback once I realized it was the same woman I had encountered in the woods. But before I could do anything, she ducked with a seemingly disappointed expression on her face.

I tried following after her, but Gahyeon was there to stop me again as well as Yoohyeon this time. She called me in for the final fight. I stepped into the circle, looking up to see my opponent. I frowned, I had never seen this type of attire, probably a foreigner.

Yoohyeon announced the rules again, the winner would win it all. Enticing amount of money for anyone that wasn’t royal. The fight started and I was able to immediately put my opponent to the ground. He managed to pull me off a few times but I was not going to let him take the win.

I pushed him once again to the ground, he groaned before shouting some words I could not understand. I heard some commotion in the crowd and immediately turned around to yoohyeon, seeing the girl fighting the friend of my rival. They were trying to steal the prize from her.

I was about to run to Yoohyeon but my opponent pulled me back.

I felt a stinging pain in my left leg. I looked down to see the man pulling out his dagger out my leg. I let myself fall onto the ground, now clutching at the wound.

I screamed to Yoohyeon to warn her, to let them go so she wouldn't get hurt. The crowd had already corwarded away, leaving the 2 men against me and Yoohyeon.

She let them go after being thrown to the ground.

I got back on my two feet and approached her

‘’I'm so sorry about this situation, are you okay dear?’’ I asked worried

I helped her pull herself off the ground, it's then that I saw a tear running down her face.

‘’yooh’’ I wiped away the tears, turning her face towards me.

‘’Its my fault, i couldn't fight him off, and now he's gone with the money’’ she muttered out

‘’Yooh, no one could of predicted this, it’s my fault if anything, i told you to stop fighting them, i didn't want you to get hurt’’ I reassured

‘’why-’’ she stopped her sentenced when she looked down at my bloodied leg

‘’Y/n! what happened’’ she crouched, touching around the wound.

‘’That bastard had a dagger on him, but i'll be fine’’

She seemed to disagree with me and retrieved her hand from the wound, looking at the substance now on her fingers.

‘’I think he had poison on that dagger, look’’ she showed me the green substance that she retrieved from the wound.

She then stood up before pulling on my arm ‘’Follow me, we need to get some medicine for you’’

I stopped her ‘’Yoohyeon you also have injuries, please go rest back home, i'll fix myself later’’ She was about to fight my decision but I glared at her.

‘’Fine’’ she pouted

‘’I’ll bring you back home now’’ i left her no choice

‘’right, prince charming’’ she joked

‘’I do this because I care about you, not because I was raised this way’’

—--

You led yoohyeon back to the safety of her home before going your own way.

You looked down at your leg. ‘’I have to fix this now’’

You weren’t knowledgeable in medicine and even less poisonous substances. But you did know a friend that could help you on that matter. You didn't like him much, but it was better than letting that substance simmer inside your flesh.

You made your way to his house and knocked.

Quickly your eyes were met with a cocky grin from the tall boy.

‘’Well, well, how could I help my dear Y/n today?’’

You scoffed at him ‘’Well, one of the fighter decided it was a good idea to wound me with poison today’’

He frowned, now serious ‘’I see, let me take a look at it’’ he made sign for you to enter.

You sat down on one of the chairs in his cabin. He kneeled before looking at the wound, He seemed fascinated by it, letting out some noises of excitement

‘’Anything?’’ you asked

‘’Y/n, a master needs time to complete his work’’ he smiled

He stood up before going towards his bed, picking up a book from it. ‘’From the color, texture, that wound…I don't think that's going to kill you, not yet anyway. Only thing, I dont have the plant you need here for your remedy’’ he seemed pensive

‘’Can you help me or i am wasting my time here?’’

‘’I sure can, although the plant I need is a bit far from here. I do have a brief sketch of it that should help you find it’’ he explained, ripping a page from his book.

You took the page out of his hands before walking towards the exit. ‘’Your welcome!’’ he screamed towards you before you disappeared from his view.

——

‘’This shouldn't be too hard’’ you repeated to yourself while walking further into the forest.

You approached a small water stream, stopping there to refresh yourself after the long and painful walk. As you stopped there, you heard shouting in the distance

You stood up and walked towards the source, curiosity getting the best of you.

You quickly hid when you noticed a man pointing his gun at a hooded figure. Intelligible words were exchanged between the two before the man threw the person to the ground. In a matter of seconds he then aggressively stepped on their ankle before stealing their belongings.

You came out of hiding to confront the man but he was already running away. You ran to the women that was on the ground

‘’Miss, may I help you? Why did that men attack you?’’ You asked

You waited for her response but only heard her sniffle. It was when she turned her face to meet your gaze that you recognized her face. ‘’A witch’’ you accidentally blurted out ‘’Is that why he attacked you?’’ she nodded at the question

‘’I won't hurt you’’ you quickly jutted out

‘’I believe you, I have seen you quite a few times around y/n’’ she inquired.

You were shocked at the mention of your name. She seemed to notice your confusion and tittle her head with a smile

‘’May I know your name?’’

‘’Of course, I'm Minji, or Jiu for short’’ she smiled through the pain.

She tried standing up but failed due to her injury. You offered her your hand and helped her stand. She tried putting weight on her feet but groaned at the feeling, gripping onto your hand for support.

‘’Oh your ankle, I can help you back home’’ you reassured but her smile dropped.

‘’I dont think its a good idea to bring me back home seeing as though you have a lover waiting for you back there’’

You frowned, confused.

‘’The princess?’’ she quirked her eyebrow

‘’Oh, that is not my lover. We are friends’’ you replied. She simply nodded

‘’Wait, how do you know she's a princess?’’ you asked curiously

‘’She isn't exactly trying to hide it with her gold brooch’’ she replied, making you laugh

‘’I also have noticed your embroidery dear prince’’ she seemingly teased, making you blush

She let go of your hand and tried walking on her own but to no avail. You grabbed onto her again. ‘’Let me help?’’

‘’You know what i am don't you?’’

You slowly nodded, trying to understand what she was trying to say.

‘’Then you shouldn't be here, even less at my house, which is near the coven’’ she explained.

‘’Minji, you can't walk on your own, I promise i'll be quick and of no disturbance’’ you slightly bowed, long forgetting your own injury to help the women in front of you. She sighted, knowing she had no other choices but to accept.

‘’Fine, but you should wear this, so as to not be recognized as an intruder’’ She gently took off her hooded cape and gave it to you. She helped you put it on properly, tying the front and placing the hood above your head.

You noticed a small frown on her features before she gently touched your cheek

‘’You didn’t put pomade on it, did you?’’ she asked with a teasing smile

‘’Oh, I must of forgotten, i’m sorry’’

she simply replied with a nod and a grin

You gave your hand to Jiu, holding onto it firmly to help her walk back home.

——

After what felt like an eternity, you could see the edge of wooden roofs starting to peek through the foliage.

As you walked closer to the village with Jiu, you observed the magnificent sight. A witch’s village was nothing short of breathtaking, unlike the horrible descriptions in those fables. Although the sight was to cherish, with all its greenery and uncommon forms, the sight that was to your right couldn't be beaten. It would be a lie to say you hadn’t peeked at Jiu’s profile throughout the long walk. You grew fonder of her soft chocolate eyes and her inviting smile. Although you had been too shy or preoccupied by her state to talk, the silence seemed to be comfortable. The both of you enjoying each other's company while admiring the surrounding nature.

The exterior of the small cabins were painted of eccentric colors and flowers were surrounding each and every building.

You both walked closer to what seemed to be her house. She opened the door before you helped her in. She then sat down onto her bed before looking back at you.

‘’Thank you y/n’’

You simply nodded, watching her uncomfortable figure trying to chase away the pain.

‘’Could you please bring my pain medicine? It's in my underground storage behind my house, you should be able to find it by the wooden trap there’’

You weren’t sure about wandering in such a place, but if it was to help Jiu feel better, then you would do so.

‘’What does the medicine resemble? you asked, unsure

‘’It a red glass bottle with a leather cap’’ she smiled

Having all the information you needed, you hesitantly stepped out of her cabin. You walked towards the back side of the building. A few meters away from its back wall, you noticed the wooden trap. To your surprise it was left open, making it easier for you to climb down in.

The place was quite dark, with only a faint flame lighting the room. You approached the light to start searching for Jiu’s medicine.

You heard a faint noise behind you, but before you could turn to the source, you were pinned against the harsh textured wall.

‘’Who are you and why are you here?’’ a smaller women asked, her knife to your throat

You gulped, ‘’I'm here for Jiu’’

‘’How do you know any of ours name’’

‘’I'm a friend of Jiu’’ you tried explaining but to no avail.

‘’I don’t believe strangers’’ she mentioned before pushing you to the ground. She let her weight pin you down to be able to tie your hands with some rope.

She commanded you to get up before asking more questions

‘’Jiu has been gone for hours now, why should I believe you when you could be the reason of her disappearance?’’

‘’Listen, your friend was attacked and I simply helped her get back home’’

The smaller women didn't reply, but simply approached you, now curiously looking at the embroidery on your chest.

‘’The Crimson palace…what is royalty even doing here?’’ she asked herself. She then walked a few steps around the dark room, seemingly in thought.

She looked at you after pondering, ‘’Who are you?’’

‘’It's not important, we need to go help Jiu’’ you replied, impatient to get back to the injured woman.

she harshly grabbed your face ‘’It is important if you want your pretty face to get out of here unmarked’’ she snarled.

You hesitated, blowing your cover wasn’t exactly meant to happen during this ‘learning session’ away from the palace. Especially not to witches.

Her hand started clenching harder around your face.

‘’I'm the prince’’ you finally jutted out, making her let go of your face

‘’There you go, was that so hard?’’ she giggled mischievously before pushing you out the room and up the stairs

‘’Where are we going?’’ you asked, unsure of what she planned on doing with vulnerable royalty.

‘’You’ll see soon, won't you?’’ she teased. She seemed unbothered by your sligh panic, enjoying the effect she had on you. To your relief, she walked you back to Jiu’s front door. She opened the door before pushing you in, making you fall to the floor.

‘’Is this someone you know?’’ she asked after putting her feet down on your back.

‘’Sua, be careful would you?’’ Jiu snarled at her

‘’Yes I do know them, they helped me get back here’’ she confirmed before letting herself to the ground to untie your hands from the harsh rope.

She looked over you like looking over porcelain, looking for any marks that would predict future shattering.

‘’i'm fine’’ you whispered to her with a reassuring smile

She looked back to Sua ‘’Do you at least have any medicine for me?’’

‘’Here’’ Sua took out a bottle from her satchel and threw it towards the bed

‘’If they do anything, just alert us with a scream’’ she explained before leaving the both of you alone.

Jiu painfully pulled herself back up to bed, ‘’I'm sorry about that y/n, Sua is…very protective’’

‘’I can tell’’ you smiled ‘’It only means you’ll be safe here, makes my heart a bit lighter’’ you admitted. You weren’t sure if it was the product of your imagination, but you swore in that moment you saw blush spread across her face.

She opened the bottle Sua had given to her and took out some of the medication to chew on.

‘’Is that all?’’ you asked, unsure if the medication alone would help her ankle. She giggled at your question before taking out something from under her bed.

She revealed a small wooden box. She pulled some bandages out from it before starting to twist the material around her ankle. You quickly kneeled before her, offering to help her. She smiled before letting you take the material to finish surrounding her ankle. You gently secured her ankle with the material before letting her foot down.

A few seconds passed. Waiting for any response, you looked up to catch her staring at you with a fond smile. You immediately looked back down, a bit embarrassed.

‘’Thank you y/n’’ she grinned

‘’It's nothing’’ you smiled back before getting up

But Minji frowned, looking down at your leg. ‘’Did Sua really cut your pants?’’

You looked down as well, now remembering your own injury ‘’It is not Sua’s doing, it is from a fight’’

‘’Can I have a look at it, I may be able to help you in return for your services’’ she pleaded

Without a word you simply sat down next to her. Her hands wandered around the wound on your thigh. She gently raised the material off your skin. Her expression seemed pained as she traced the cut. ‘’Do you know why the blood seems greenish?’’ she looked back at you

‘’I believe my opponent had poison on his dagger, which he was not suppose to use regardless’’ you huffed

‘’I see’’ Jiu helped herself up and made her way to a cabinet, grabbing a small jar from it. She came back and gave it to you. You noticed the symbol on it, it was the plant you were looking for earlier. ‘’How did you know this was the right antidote?’’ you looked a Jiu, surprised

‘’Well witches do have a few tricks up their sleeves’’ she winked, making you smile

You looked back down at the wound, ‘’Do I just apply it directly?’’ you questioned

Jiu giggled ‘’No we have to clean it first’’ She grabbed a small bottle from one of her shelf

‘’Here is some alcohol’’ she smiled. You watched dreadfully as she opened the bottle

‘’Maybe we do not have t-’’ she cut off your sentence by pouring some of the liquid on the cut. All that could be heard was your muffled groans as you harshly pressed your lips together.

Jiu watched the liquid fizzle, like some kind of potion she would be working on. She was about to pour more but you stopped her, pleading her to not do so.

‘’Oh, I'm sorry, I didn’t realize it hurt bad’’ she apologetically smiled before replacing the alcohol bottle with the small jar. She opened it before placing a generous amount of ointment on your wound. She gently spread it so as to not hurt you.

It's only now that you realized how close she was to you. Her body almost colliding with yours, you could feel the warmth radiating from her skin. A feeling you hoped would become familiar.

She gave you some bandages to finish treating the wound. ‘’Here, you should be able to recover now’’.

You stood up to properly wrap the material around your leg. Once secured, you noticed how the lighting seemed to have faded from earlier. You looked outside only to confirm that night was indeed approaching.

‘’Well, I will be on my way now, thank you for everything Minji’’ you bowed

‘’No need y/n, thank you for rescuing me today’’ she smiled

You felt that leaving her was causing your heart to ache. After finally meeting the mysterious woman, would you simply return home and never see her again? At last, you knew these questions wouldn't be answered by staying in her home, so you opted on wishing her a good night before exiting her house.

You made sure the wooden door was safely closed and locked before turning around. You stopped in your steps, met with none other than Sua and one taller girl. Her eyes went wide before turning into a teasing look

‘’Ah Sua, I will be heading home now’’ you explained

‘’Curious, with how long the two of you were in there, I believed you were staying the night’’ Her words surprised you, making you blush.

The other girl eyed you curiously before speaking. ‘’If you aren’t interested in Minji, we could spend some time together as well’’ she smirked. Sua elbowed the taller girl ‘’Dong, this is not the time to court’’ ‘’Fine, my excuses’’ she replied before sending you a wink as she made her way back towards what you assumed to be her house.

Sua turned back towards you ‘’Leave’’ she sternly directed to you

‘’Yes miss’’ you replied before making your way out of the village.

—---

A week has passed since you last saw Minji. Although she would usually present herself during the fighting tournaments, you assumed she couldn't make her usual errands in town with her ankle.

It didn't stop you from wondering if she was well, if someone was taking care of her or if she was recovered

You had been busy with tasks at home, but you planned to visit her. So when the next morning came, you quickly exited the house to make your way to her, hoping you wouldn't be ambushed by her friends again.

—--

Making your way through the woods. you seemed to recognize the surroundings. The small stream, the flowers. Wasn’t this the place you first encountered Minji?

A sudden idea came to your mind. You approached the flowers, gently picking some of them. You place them in your bag, making sure to not fumble any of the petals before resuming your travels

—---

You saw the wooden roofs appear once again in the distance. You remembered the way, to your relief.

You carefully stepped foot into the village, looking around for signs of any of Jiu’s friends. When you judged the cost to be clear, you let yourself walk further into the small town. That's when you saw her, tending to some flowers near a cabin. She looked just as beautiful as the last time you had seen her. She was sitting on a small bench, her ankle still surrounded for protection.

You let yourself admire her for a bit, enjoying the scenery of it all. Although you felt peaceful at that moment, your heart started singing a song of its own. Its pace quickening at the mere sight of her.

Suddenly, Sua appeared behind her, bringing what looked like to be more flowers to tend too. And although Jiu hadn’t noticed you, Sua immediately did and took her dagger out before calling to you. She seemed to not remember you.She hastily made her way to you but Jiu finally turned around and made eye contact with you. She immediately smiled and called back the smaller woman, explaining to her you were the stranger who helped her a few days before.

Sua retreated before teasingly smiling at you once again. This time she let no word out, simply making a gesture for you to join Jiu.

You walked to where Jiu was sitting

‘’Y/n. How are you’’ she smiled brightly

‘’I am well, I hope you have recovered since our last meeting’’

‘’I do feel better, especially now that you are here’’ she teased before giggling at your shy expression

You reached into your bag, carefully pulling out the flowers you picked earlier. You looked down at them, breathing in before having enough courage to look back up at her. You placed the flowers in front of her, still holding onto them ‘’I wanted to give these to you’’ you shyly expressed.

You didn’t quite understand what was happening to you. You never felt much. You always passed as the cold hearted person who had no time to spare for any strangers. But here you were, feeling your chest fill with butterflies as you looked into this woman's eyes.

She gently took them into her own hands. Looking gleefully over them, smelling the different flowers you had brought to her.

She looked back at you with a grateful smile ‘’Thank you y/n’’

‘’They reminded me of you’’ you blurted out

She giggled, looking back at them ‘’Is that so?’’

For once in your life, you decided to act on your feelings instead of the logic your brain was trying so hard to push onto you.

‘’I like you..Minji’’ you looked at her, only to see her shocked.

Scared, you looked back down to your feet. That was until you felt her warmth close to you once again. You could recognize that feeling anywhere, her presence was one you could never forget, intoxicating yet a blessing.

You felt her fingers hook themselves under your chin, encouraging your gaze to meet hers. Her gaze looked sincere and loving. ‘’I admire you a lot y/n’’ she said in almost a whispers

‘’I'm sorry about what I said’’ You tried explaining yourself.

What you failed to notice all this time was that Jiu felt attracted to you as well, wondering at night where you were, if you also thought about her and missed her.

At the simple mention of her being a witch, people would either attack her or run, no one had been considerate enough to talk to her, let alone help her. You made her feel loved in a way no one before had been able too. Even when she had romantic interests, she would have to hide who she was. But with you, she let herself hope that things could be different.

Noticing the silence, you tried speaking up again ‘’I should of not sai-’’

Jiu wasn’t gonna let you finish that sentence, she wanted to let you know just how much she appreciated your existence. She pulled you in for the softest yet most passionate kiss. Her lips weren't rough nor distant, a perfect amount of pressure accompanied by a slow and loving rhythm.

You felt hypnotized, her lips casting a spell on you, her body pressing against you like she was the puzzle piece you were missing. Her hand gently grazed against the back of your neck while you held onto her waist.

for the first in a while, you felt happy. Like life had a meaning, like the world was given back its colors.

You once believed love was a curse, but if she was the one casting it, then it was well worth it.

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dreamwithlost · 3 months ago

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...KIM MINJI É MEU GRANDE AMOR

Jiu x Fem!Reader

Gênero: Friends to lovers, sáficozinho lindo, agnst

W.C: 4K (VALE A PENA EU JURO)

ᏪNotas: Ultimamente tá sendo difícil escrever KKKKK (ovo ir de camisa de saudade eterna) masss eu lembrei dessa aqui que escrevi a um tempo atrás para o spirit, e como AMO ela, resolvi que seria uma boa hora para traze-la para cá também!!! Espero muito que gostem, e uma boa leitura meus amores ♡

Ps: Obrigada Evelyn Hugo que me deu inspiração para essa história ♡

Ps²: Escutem dreamcatcher.

Você sempre hesitava em tomar seu cappuccino toda vez que a garçonete o depositava sobre sua mesa, seus dedos deslizavam pela alça de cerâmica, girando a pequena xícara branca, o barulho do atrito sobre o pires da peça ocultado pelo falatório animado de Nabi a sua frente. Você permaneceu focada na conversa com a amiga, um sorriso sincero estampando seu rosto vez ou outra, por mais que estivesse exausta dos ensaios da coreografia de mais cedo.

— Daí eu reencontrei ele! — Nabi contava animada sobre o garoto qual reencontrou na estação de trem, a jovem fez uma careta após bebericar seu café ainda extremamente quente, o seu oposto.

Talvez você sempre hesitasse demais, e Nabi, de menos.

— Eu não acredito — Você riu levando uma das mãos até a boca, se afastando de seu cappuccino — Parece cena de filme — Apesar da fama de suas músicas, era sempre a vida agitada de sua amiga e empresária que lhe animava, saciando qualquer desejo de histórias românticas que pudesse vir a ter.

Talvez você fosse ótima em ouvir histórias de amor, e Nabi, de vivê-las.

— E você? — Murmurou Nabi, apoiando os cotovelos sobre a mesa, seus cabelos loiros balançando em sentido da brisa fresca que entrava na cafeteria favorita da dupla, singela, discreta, rústica, tudo que precisavam em meio a agitação da rotina — Nada para me contar? Eu sei, eu sei — Interveio antes que pudesse dizer qualquer coisa — Você é uma artista, não pode ter relações amorosas no momento, precisa focar na carreira solo e blá-blá-blá — Ela se afastou novamente — Mas não acha que isso pode ser por conta do Taewoo, hm? Ficou com o coração partido sem o seu grande amor — Nabi sussurrou em lamentos, fantasiando a trágica história de sua amiga e seu primeiro namorado.

Que, na verdade, não havia nada de tão trágico assim.

Que, na verdade, nem ao menos era o seu grande amor.

Finalmente levantou sua xícara, sentindo o gosto forte e adocicado da bebida escura descer por sua garganta, você já havia escutado dizer que as pessoas podiam começar a diminuir os níveis de açúcar no café conforme os anos avançavam, mas igual a ti, qual cada vez mais doce desejava a bebida, era novidade para muitos. Você observou o desenho bagunçado na superfície do cappuccino por algum tempo, raciocinando o discurso proferido pela amiga a sua frente, suas mãos não tremiam e seus lábios ainda estavam úmidos, mas mesmo assim sentiu a necessidade de colocar a xícara novamente sobre um local seguro.

Você não era apenas hesitante quanto acabar ou não com trabalhos feitos em bebidas, mas também sobre seus sentimentos. A "solista" esperava que os ignorando pudesse mantê-los escondidos, intactos, como o desenho florido no café, mas, no fundo sabia que o líquido uma hora esfriaria, mesmo que demorasse, uma hora se tornaria inconsumível, estragado, e alguém precisaria fazer algo.

Uma hora seus sentimentos transbordariam, e você precisaria fazer algo.

Você tinha medo deles já terem transbordado há muito tempo, e não ter sido capaz nem ao menos de reserva-los em outro recipiente.

— Nabi — Chamou delicadamente.

Não era a primeira vez que a amiga de longa data tentava entrar naquele assunto, e também não era a primeira vez que se sentia incomodada com aquilo, na verdade, talvez aquela ferida fosse cutucada tão profundamente que já havia até mesmo deixado de ser um incômodo e tivesse se tornado alguma outra coisa. Toda vez que Nabi tentava adentrar o seu passado, você se sentia mais e mais frustrada pelas escolhas que tomou em sua vida, não arrependida, afinal, foram suas decisões que lhe fizeram ter o grande nome qual tinha hoje em dia, mas de fato, frustrada.

Você podia ter tentado um pouco mais, podia ter procurado outros meios, podia ter falado alguma outra coisa.

Podia ter falado algo.

O café ainda estava mais quente do que deveria quando você deu o segundo gole, uma novidade para acompanhar a nova motivação que a cada dia que passava crescia mais sobre o peito, como o nível de açúcar em suas bebidas amargas. Seu peito subiu e desceu em um suspiro profundo, apesar de não estar de fato nervosa com a situação, e se inclinou para a frente, suas madeixas tentando se soltar de trás de sua orelha, atraída pela mesma brisa qual tocou Nabi minutos atrás.

— Taewoo não é meu grande amor.

Taewoo era sem dúvidas o seu primeiro amor, mas não o maior deles, e diferente do que imaginaria que sentiria ao confessar aquilo para alguém, seu peito foi atingido com uma sensação extremamente leve com o início da revelação.

— Então quem é? — Nabi questionou surpresa, também se inclinando para a frente, como quem estivesse assistindo o maior filme de suspense de todos os tempos — Quem foi seu grande amor?

Talvez o sorriso mais bonito que você já tenha dado, e irá dar em toda sua vida, tivesse surgido naquele momento.

Pela primeira vez gostou do medo que cresceu em sua barriga, e desejou até mesmo gritar aquela informação.

— Kim MinJi — Respondeu sem enrolação, desejando tirar o atraso de anos qual já havia tido — Kim MinJi foi meu grande amor.

Fora impossível que as lembranças, tão bem guardadas no fundo, de seu cérebro, invadissem sua mente naquele momento.

O chão gélido de metal da escadaria sem dúvidas não era o local mais confortável o qual poderia ter escolhido para se sentar, considerando que o seu dormitório ficava literalmente um lance de escadas acima. Já era tarde, as luzes do prédio haviam sido apagadas como de costume, pela pequena janela atrás de si, na plataforma de curva da escada, apenas um pequeno vislumbre da luz da lua iluminava suas mãos. Você observou o líquido amarelado na garrafa de vidro que carregava, sua cabeça encostada de maneira desconfortável do corrimão metálico ao seu lado, a dança descompassada que a bebida fazia contida em suas amarras transparentes prendendo toda sua atenção. Você sentia que sempre soube o que queria fazer com a sua vida, determinada no sonho de se tornar uma cantora de sucesso, assim como as diversas idols que, por qualquer tela a qual ela tivesse a disponibilidade de utilizar, acabavam com seus dias nublados, dando um rumo para o destino incerto da jovem solitária, sabia que não precisava de mais nada a não ser o conforto que a conquista poderia lhe trazer, apesar de vez ou outra dar espaço para algum outro sentimento lhe dominar. Entretanto, naquele momento, quando a coisa mais bela que conseguiu enxergar foi o reluzir da noite diante o vidro espesso em suas mãos, já não teve mais tanta certeza daquilo.

Sabia mesmo o que queria fazer com a sua vida?

— Ei — Uma voz ecoou pelo vazio da entrada, os passos aproximando-se lentamente, sutis, quase como se tivessem medo de poder ser ouvidos, apesar da dona daquela ação sem dúvidas não possuir tal medo.

— MinJi — Você respondeu brincando com a sonoridade do nome em sua boca.

— O que você está fazendo? — A morena questionou, sentando-se ao seu lado, que permanecia com sua cabeça repousada no corrimão, suas madeixas vez ou outra balançavam pelos leves movimentos feitos.

— Eu estou na fossa — Explicou simplista, finalmente arrumando sua postura, suas pernas levemente separadas, a mão que ainda segurava a cerveja suspensa entre elas — Acho que é isso que se faz quando se termina.

Ela não havia certeza se queria fazer aquilo.

— Você e o Taewoo terminaram? — MinJi questionou, levando uma das mãos até a boca, em uma resposta exagerada.

Você apenas balançou sua cabeça positivamente em resposta.

— Por quê? — A jovem indagou novamente.

Por que você estava confusa.

— Porque não posso namorar agora, se quiser crescer nessa empresa — A resposta pareceu perfeitamente correta ao sair pelos seus lábios dentristecidos, apesar de, no fundo, um aperto no peito continuar lhe incomodando, como se desejasse buscar o real motivo daquilo.

Sua carreira seria o único motivo?

Você sempre soube tudo que queria, mas agora, sentia como se não soubesse mais nada.

Nem sabia se estava realmente triste por terminar.

— Oh — A jovem exclamou, não achando melhores palavras para dizer. Você viu de soslaio quando seus olhos desceram até a garrafa em suas mãos — Olha, eu não acho que encher a cara vai resolver alguma coisa, além de que se te pegarem...

— Eu não bebo — Você retrucou novamente, fazendo com que agora uma feição confusa fosse posta em sua direção.

Ousou, após todo aquele tempo de diálogo, olhar para a amiga de longa data preocupada ao seu lado, apesar de uma ação simplista, sentiu como se tivesse levado anos até o momento que seus olhos cruzaram-se com os dela, sentiu seu coração bater mais forte uma única vez, quase deixando escapar o restante de sua fala para um lugar longe demais para que pudesse alcançar novamente.

— Não tem álcool — Explicou levantando a cerveja em mãos — Eu não bebo nada alcoólico — Aquela expressão de confusão insistiu em permanecer sobre a jovem ao seu lado — É sério! — Confirmou novamente — Experimenta — Pediu estendendo a garrafa de vidro para a amiga, que apenas começou a rir com a ação.

— Eu acredito em você — Confessou em meio a um riso, baixo, delicado, mas, ao mesmo tempo, tão cheio de vida que até mesmo as paredes quiseram se aproximar para desfrutar melhor daquilo — Você sabe que não precisa me provar nada.

Você não sabia fazer aquilo, a vida inteira teve que provar algo para as pessoas.

Mas realmente, nunca precisou provar nada para MinJi.

Logo a mais alta cessou seu riso, olhando gentilmente para a garota apática ao lado, ela inclinou seu corpo levemente para frente, pegando a garrafa de suas mãos. O silêncio adentrou o ambiente lentamente, sendo depositado em um pedido da noite escura e densa que cercava os dormitórios, totalmente acatado apenas no momento em que os dedos de MinJi esbarraram sutilmente nos seus, disparando um arrepio que, apesar de não poder ler mentes, soube que havia afetado ambas. Vocês não sabiam dizer em que ponto aquilo havia começado, talvez sempre houvesse sido difícil dizer o que acontecia entre as duas, entre aquela sensação tão confortável e íntima que lhes carregava, chegando a ser assustadora.

A questão era que tanto você quanto MinJi eram ótimas em ignorar certas coisas.

— Vem, vamos subir — Chamou MinJi, levantando-se em um pulo, seu rosto marcado pelo sorriso amigável que normalmente trazia consigo — Já está tarde — Informou, estendendo sua mão.

Você não aceitou aquele ato gentil, ignorando a mão a sua frente quando se levantou com a ajuda da firmeza do corrimão, seu toque ecoou pelo objeto metálico, e o som do líquido escorrendo pela garrafa de vidro foi audível pela última vez segundos depois, quando a garota ignorada lhe tomou de suas mãos e deu o último gole que restava.

— Não entendo o sentido de tomar cerveja sendo que nem o álcool tem — Comentou, seu pé alcançando o primeiro degrau, acompanhando o seu — Ela só fica amarga.

— É só para ter um foco — Confessou, distraída pelos degraus abaixo de si, você sempre teve medo de tropeçar naquela escadaria.

Você sempre teve medo de cair.

— Então... — MinJi começou, sua voz abaixando uma oitava conforme se aproximavam dos quartos — Como foi, sabe, o papo entre você e o Taewoo?

— Foi tranquilo — Respondeu, sentindo pela primeira vez cem por cento de verdade em sua fala — A gente tá de boa.

Taewoo continuaria ocupando um espaço sobre seu peito, aquilo era verídico, o garoto havia sido seu primeiro amor, e acima disso tudo, um amigo qual pode contar. Talvez por isso não estivesse tão entristecida pelo fato de terem se separado.

— Entendi — Murmurou MinJi.

Seus pés finalmente alcançaram o andar superior, o qual após uma pequena curva, logo revelou um longo corredor branco, suas paredes em um tom gélido, apesar das luzes apagadas. As portas metálicas como o corrimão, pintadas no mesmo tom claro do resto do ambiente, fechadas, silenciadas pelo cansaço das demais trainees do local.

O resto da curta caminhada não lhes causou mais nenhum diálogo, confortadas pelo sossego do momento enquanto se dirigiam em direção a seus aposentos. O seu quarto ficava quase ao final do corredor, sendo ultrapassado apenas por de sua amiga, que se encontrava na última porta.

— Ah! — Um grito imprevisível foi solto por MinJi quando chegaram em seu destino.

O som rápido não parecia ter feito grande efeito no local, apesar da mais baixa ter dado um pulo tão involuntário quanto o ato. Fora o tilintar do vidro se chocando com o chão que pareceu ressoar por mais tempo, adentrando os ouvidos das duas de maneira incômoda.

Você se abaixou agilmente, sentindo sua visão ficar turva por alguns segundos com a ação, coisa a qual ignorou, buscando apenas parar a estridência da garrafa, ato o qual MinJi também teve a ideia, descendo seu corpo sincronizadamente com a amiga, suas mãos tocaram-se sobre o material gélido, o choque de mais cedo multiplicando-se em uma quantidade impossível de se contar.

— O que foi? — Você questionou, preocupada demais com a garota a sua frente para notar qualquer outra coisa.

— Barata — Foi tudo o que ela respondeu.

— Barata? — Perguntou novamente, olhando rapidamente para trás de si, em busca do tal inseto em meio a escuridão.

— Sim! — Choramingou, relembrando a cena de segundos atrás, quase como se pudesse senti-lá — Ela entrou no quarto do lado.

— Eu sabia que esse lugar não era um dos mais luxuosos — Comentou, agora levando seu olhar até a porta mostrada por MinJi — Bem, acho que uma das garotas daqui vai ter uma surpresa quando acordar.

Foi impossível para você evitar que um riso soprado escapasse de seus lábios ao imaginar a cena, coisa a qual desencadeou na amiga ao lado uma nova sequência de risos, contagiando todo o seu corpo que se controlava para segurar a risada também. Você voltou a encarar a jovem a sua frente, seu corpo finalmente recobrando os sentidos, apreciando a macieis de seu toque sobre sua mão, que permanecia imóvel acima do objeto vazio, um toque tão suave que parecia até mesmo estar sendo tocada pelas nuvens, apesar de ser apenas ao observar o rosto de MinJi que realmente se sentisse estar ao alcance de alguma delas, seus olhos levemente fechados devido ao grande sorriso posto em seus lábios, seus cabelos longos balançando vez ou outra pela forma como seu corpo tremia pela risada descontrolada, talvez se você pudesse escolher qualquer lugar existente na fase da terra para morar, escolhesse morar exatamente naquela expressão da jovem, tão alegre quanto se não possuísse nenhum problema em sua vida.

O corpo de MinJi pareceu sofrer do mesmo choque de sentidos que o seu, segundos depois, o sorriso tão hipnotizante lentamente sumindo de seu rosto, seus olhos voltando a se abrir, mostrando suas íris acastanhadas, a imensidão do tom de café forte recebendo um brilho distante, apesar de sua face agora possuir uma feição seria, focada na garota a sua frente.

Ela chamou por você, sua voz doce, arrastada, o nome escapando de seus lábios como uma das melhores melodias que já havia escutado, impossível de se encontrar alguém que pudesse pronuncia-lo tão perfeitamente.

— Sim? — Você murmurou em reflexo, sua voz quase não conseguindo sair de suas cordas vocais.

— Tem outro jeito de achar outra coisa para pensar — MinJi informou em um sussurro, citando a conversa que tiveram minutos atrás.

Fora impossível impedir que seu corpo se inclinasse para frente após aquele comentário, seus olhos tão fixos nos da morena agora intercalando entre ele e seus lábios avermelhados, a sombra da noite não sendo o suficiente para impedir que pudesse decorar cada pequeno detalhe.

Talvez houvesse uma coisa a qual tivesse certeza que queria no momento.

Você queria muito ela.

— Me mostra então — Pediu no mesmo tom anasalado que a garota, sua respiração misturando-se lentamente com a dela, a medida que também inclinou-se para frente.

Não houve muito tempo para se pensar após aquela abertura, MinJi apenas tratou de romper os poucos centímetros que as separavam, nem ao menos questionando o fato de estarem do lado de fora dos dormitórios, aquilo não importava, nada era capaz de ser importante o suficiente para superar o desejo que foi cessado quando seus lábios se tocaram. Você retirou sua mão de cima da garrafa, arrastando-a até o pescoço da garota, ela sentiu o corpo dela se arrepiar quando a deslizou dali até seu rosto, acariciando sua bochecha, garantindo de maneira sutil que não iria se afastar. Uma das mãos de MinJi também quiseram ter aquela certeza, agarrando-se a sua nuca, brincando com seus cabelos levemente emaranhados. Os joelhos de ambas repousavam sobre o chão gélido do corredor, mas quando o seu corpo avançou um pouco mais para frente, o contato foi ainda mais forte, entregando-se ao beijo lento e demorado.

Os lábios de MinJi eram macios, sedosos, como se sua boca estivesse tocando uma pétala de rosa recém colhida, talvez a garota fosse realmente como a flor, qual você tinha medo de se ferir nos espinhos, mas estava hipnotizada demais em sua beleza para negar o encontro.

MinJi era bela por dentro e por fora, enquanto você talvez fosse um mero cravo que crescia escondido no canteiro florido.

Você inclinou sua cabeça, a mão da garota repousando próxima a sua orelha, lhe chamando para mais perto, lhe implorando para se aproximar mais, apesar da física não permitir tal ação. Era difícil desvendar o sabor de seus lábios, uma mistura que brincava como as diversas cores as quais uma flor poderia ter, quando suas bocas se afastaram suavemente, recuperando o ar que nem ao menos parecia importar no momento, você precisou, após alguns segundos lhe provar novamente, suas línguas em uma dança coreografada como as sementes que voavam com o vento, procurando um novo lugar para florescer. Também sentiu algo florescer dentro de si quando encontrou o sabor de morango perdido entre tantos outros, era isso, não eram cerejas, tutti-frutti, hortelã, seus lábios tinham um gosto suave de morango, não daqueles do mercado, mas os colhidos na hora nas plantações, um sabor refrescante, viciante. O perfume adocicado de MinJi entrou por suas narinas quando também elevou seu corpo, o toque da garota agora passando por sua cintura, sua mão apertando levemente a região, lhe prendendo junto a si. Mais uma vez, sentiu medo de se machucar com os espinhos quando seu corpo arrepiou-se com o toque.

Você nunca havia beijado uma garota antes, e não era naquele momento que chegaria naquela conclusão, mas logo teria tempo para descrever tal ato. Era diferente do toque dos homens os quais já se envolveu, apesar de considerar ambos bons, o toque feminino, o toque de MinJi, lhe deixava nas nuvens, suas mãos eram tão macias em seu corpo, seu chamado, apesar de firme, era gentil, frágil, quase como se tivesse medo de machucar alguma de suas pétalas, seu beijo se encaixava perfeitamente no dela.

Apesar da demora daquela ação, daquelas carícias, quando se separaram, você encarou a amiga como se não tivesse tido tempo suficiente, quase como se aqueles minutos tivessem tido a velocidade de apenas alguns segundos, a duração curta demais para percorrer todo aquele novo jardim.

Apesar da rapidez daquela ação, daquelas carícias, em uma velocidade mais lenta o seu cérebro finalmente processou tudo que havia acontecido, o seu olhar sobre a garota a sua frente, de tão entregue perante a rosa se tornou surpreso, assustado, percebendo os espinhos quais havia se enfiado.

Você havia acabado de beijar uma garota, havia acabado de beijar a garota qual estava lhe deixando tão confusa ultimamente, e diferente do que queria que acontecesse, havia gostado.

Estava amarrada pelas voltas que aquele caule dava em torno de si. Estava em um belíssimo apuro, sem precedentes do que viria para o futuro.

Quando você pareceu recobrar a consciência, com seu corpo voltando a sentir o ambiente a seu redor, seu cérebro retornando lentamente ao presente, como quem acabava de descer de um voo, a expressão cômica de Nabi foi a primeira coisa a lhe trazer verdadeiramente para o presente, seus lábios boquiabertos, as sobrancelhas levemente erguidas, os olhos arregalados, em um grande exagero. Sabia que Nabi não a julgaria, sabia que, apesar da mulher amar qualificar qualquer coisa a sua frente, quando se tratava de seus sentimentos, ela jamais faria aquilo.

Nabi apenas garantia que você jamais guardasse para si coisas que a machucassem, e considerando o brilho nos olhos os quais a morena tinha após se lembrar de seu grande amor, estava óbvio que MinJi não era uma delas.

Na verdade, talvez fosse você que machucasse MinJi.

— Eu não acredito — Nabi exclamou após algum tempo, suas mãos agora sobre a mesa a sua frente, pressionadas sobre o material, como se estivesse prestes a embarcar em uma aventura de uma montanha-russa — E então? O que aconteceu? — Questionou afobada — Pelo que eu saiba, você e a “Jiu”, em uma época, sempre eram vistas juntas, como melhores amigas, mas já faz — A garota ponderou um pouco — Uns quatro anos? Que estão afastadas — As palavras saiam rapidamente de sua boca, repassando em sua mente toda a história da amiga, como se dizer aqueles murmúrios fosse mera penalidade pela agilidade de seus pensamentos — O que aconteceu?

Você não teve coragem de amá-la.

Você apenas tinha coragem para ser egoísta.

— Eu não tive coragem de amar ela — Suas cordas vocais pronunciaram pela primeira vez, talvez em sua vida toda, a verdade oculta em sua mente.

— E agora?

— Agora eu tenho — Informou, seus olhos deslizando lentamente para o celular a sua frente. Ela desbloqueou a tela do dispositivo, buscando sua lista telefônica, a qual rapidamente encontrou o número de MinJi ainda guardado da mesma maneira, o coração flutuando a sua frente, como se nunca tivesse tido forças o suficiente para retira-lo, apesar de não saber nem ao menos se ela ainda utilizava tal contato.

— Então o que vai fazer? — Nabi questionou novamente, sua fala ansiosa, diante, do que considerou, a maior obra literária que já viu em sua vida.

Nabi adorava dramas em um romance, enquanto você detestava o gênero, de qualquer forma.

— Eu não sei — Confessou, uma surpresa para as duas garotas solitárias na grande cafeteria, você sempre sabia o que fazer.

Mas nunca soube o que fazer quando se tratava de MinJi.

— Ter coragem não é o suficiente às vezes — Você prosseguiu — Amar — Uma risada sem humor saiu soprada pelos seus lábios — Amar sem dúvidas não é o suficiente — Seus olhos se estristeceram, ainda fixos nos dígitos do contato em seu celular — Eu apenas baguncei a vida dela Nabi, e depois dei o fora.

Você não havia certeza se conseguiria completar aquela frase.

— Às vezes, o melhor que podemos fazer é ficar longe. MinJi está melhor longe de mim.

MinJi estava melhor sem você.

— M-mas — Nabi gaguejou, preocupada, e talvez até mesmo levemente indignada — Amor e coragem são o primeiro passo de muita coisa, não acha? — Questionou — Quer dizer, eles não são tudo, é verdade, mas te fazem... Tentar — Incentivou a amiga — Então, o que você vai fazer?

Você não conseguiria lhe responder aquilo agora.

— Bem — Murmurou, sorrindo para a loira a sua frente, seus olhos finalmente desprendendo-se da tela do celular, um sorriso gentil surgindo em seus lábios, apesar da tristeza que carregava consigo — Vou terminar de tomar o meu café — Completou, fazendo a amiga jogar seu corpo, antes tão atento, quase deitado sobre a mesa, para trás, repousando novamente para sobre o encosto da cadeira.

Agora o seu cappuccino já estava frio demais.

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Rules, kinks and favorite idols/groups

I've had this blog for a while but finally I'm not busy enough to keep it active. So there are the rules:

Idols must be 18 or older (obviously).

Sex must always be consensual.

Besides rape, I also avoid stuff like scat, vomit and necrophilia.

I don't write G!P smuts. I allow for the use of strap-ons but not actual penises for idols that have vaginas.

I keep note on every request and will select a few if the story fits. All smuts will feature at least one female idol and a male reader.

My favorite fantasies are: anal (my #1), breeding, creampie, dirty talk dom/sub, facefucking, morning sex, poolside sex, public sex, rough sex, spanking and titfucking. As you can see, I'm on the rougher side of the spectrum and my smuts veer into the porny side but can do romantic stuff if asked to.

Now on to the idols.

I have idols spawning from 2nd to 4th generation as my biases, my all time top 10 is, ordered by their groups: AOA Seolhyun, Blackpink Jennie, Dreamcatcher Yoohyeon, Girl's Day Yura, f(x) Krystal, Ive Wonyoung, Iz*one/Soloist Eunbi, SNSD Yuri, Twice Jihyo and Twice Momo (and RV Seulgi but I don't write smuts about her for finding her too cute to lewd).

Here are the idols from each group, order alphabetically, I can write smuts of. Inside their groups, the idols are ordered by my personal preference.

4Minute: Hyuna

Aespa: Karina - Ningning - Winter - Giselle

After School: Nana - Kahi

Alice: Sohee

AOA: Seolhyun - Choa - Hyejeong - Jimin

Apink: Bomi - Hayoung - Eunji - Naeun - Chorong

Berry Good: Johyun

Blackpink: Jennie - Jisoo - Lisa - Rosé

Cherry Bullet: Jiwon

Cignature: Jeewon

CLC: Seungyeon - Yeeun

Dal Shabet: Subin

Dreamcatcher: Yoohyeon - Gahyeon - Handong - SuA - JiU

Exid: Hani - Junghwa

f(x) : Krystal - Victoria

Fromis 9: Saerom - Chaeyoung

Gidle: Soyeon - Shuhua - Minnie - Yuqi - Miyeon

Girl's Day: Yura - Hyeri

Gfriend: Eunha - SinB - Sowon - Yuju - Yerin - Umji

I.O.I: Somi - Doyeon - Sejeong - Jieqiong - Chungha - Mina

Itzy: Yeji - Chaeryeong - Yuna - Ryujin

Ive: Wonyoung - Gaeul - Yujin - Rei - Liz

Iz*one: Eunbi - Wonyoung - Chaewon - Minju - Hyewon - Yujin - Sakura - Yena - Chaeyeon

Kep1er: Xiaoting - Yujin - Hikaru - Chaehyun - Dayeon

Le Sserafim: Kazuha - Chaewon - Yunjin - Sakura

Loona: Heejin - Yeojin - Hyeju - Yves - Haseul - Jinsoul - Kim Lip

Lovelyz: Mijoo

Mamamoo: Solar - Hwasa

Miss A: Suzy - Fei

Momoland: Ahin - Nancy

Newjeans: Danielle - Minji - Hanni

Nine Muses: Kyungri

Nmixx: Sullyoon - Haewon

Oh My Girl: Arin - Yooa - Jiho - Yubin - Mimi - Hyojung - Seunghee

Rainbow: Jaekyung - Hyunyoung

Red Velvet: Joy - Yeri - Irene

Secret: Hyosung

SNSD: Yuri - Yoona - Taeyeon - Seohyun - Sunny - Jessica - Tiffany - Hyoyeon - Sooyoung

Sistar: Soyou - Hyolyn - Bora - Dasom

Stayc: Isa - J - Seeun - Yoon

T-Ara: Hyomin - Jiyeon

Twice: Momo - Jihyo - Sana - Mina - Tzuyu - Dahyun - Nayeon - Jeongyeon - Chaeyoung

Weeekly: Monday - Zoa - Jihan

WJSN: Bona - Cheng Xiao

Wonder Girls: Sunmi

#kpop #kpop smut #smut #girl group smut #female idol smut #male reader smut

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atthesupermarket · 1 year ago

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Intro

Writing gg smut.

Masterlist

Idols (faves bolded, will not include those born in 2004 or later)

LOONA - Heejin, Yeojin, Jinsoul, Choerry, Chuu, Hyeju (Haseul, Kim Lip, Yves - only included when shipped with other members)

fromis_9 - Saerom, Jiwon, Jisun, Chaeyoung, Nagyung, Jiheon

Twice - Nayeon, Jeongyeon, Momo, Sana, Jihyo, Tzuyu

Dreamcatcher - JiU, SuA, Gahyeon

Izone - Eunbi, Hyewon, Chaewon

Itzy - Yeji, Yuna

Red Velvet - Joy, Yeri

Others - Leeseul, Sohee, Jennie, Johyun, Somi, Nancy, YooA, Ningning

Yes/No (please ask if something is not clear)

✔️: reader (of any gender) x idol(s), idol x idol(s), vanilla, master/sir kink, dom/sub, spanking, slapping legs/chests/bellies, praise, degradation, bondage/blindfolds/gags, cosplay, hair-pulling, smut/suggestive, "who would like X" or "MTL to X"

✔️: vaginal, anal, oral, handjobs, thighfucking/riding, multiple penetration, sex toys, titjobs

❌️: incest and rape (or roleplay of such - consent is an absolute and not a scale), big age gaps, social power imbalance, cheating, bestiality, (academic teacher/student, boss/employee), bodily fluids which aren't cum, tears or spit

❌️: rimming, breathplay, armpit stuff, foot stuff

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findroleplay · 2 months ago

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hi <3 i'm looking for other 21+ writers for a plot on discord! i'm looking for anyone who can fc the following kpop idols: jung jaehyun, kim mingyu, anton lee, choi soobin, lee jeno, park sunghoon, yu jimin (karina), kim minji (jiu), kim bora (sua), or shin ryujin! oc x oc, and i'm open to m/f, m/m or f/f. 🫧 i'm open to lots of different plots!

please interact if you're interested so i can reach out~!

#roleplay #rp #kpop rp #rpf rp

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eunbisuns · 2 years ago

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1x1/musing blog

hi friends! ~ i'm bee and just figured i'd make ones of these posts to pin on my blog to give my current and any future partners a lil run down about me. i'm 32, my pronouns are they/them and i'm in the cst. i only write with muns & muses who are over the age of 21 as i do enjoy diving into some nsfw plots from time to time. i have been writing for a little over 11 years on different platforms, but most of my writing as of now is only on discord exclusively. i'm usually really quick to reply and responses can vary in length. i enjoy headcanoning, making playlists and musing boards for our ships! hmu at 2am to yell over them plsssss. i just love talking about them and befriending my partners, it makes writing so much more fun! as for ships, i don't mind m/f. i'm not too good at playing male muses so i usually steer away from it. i have a high preference for f/f & f/nb. under the cut i'll list some of my favorite fcs and favorite tropes! i am actively searching for new partners, so don't hesitate to like this or just slide into my im's if you wanna plot! :D

favorite fcs:

kwon eunbi

cho miyeon

minnie yontararak

jeon soyeon

basically just all of gidle tbh

ha sooyoung (yves)

myoui mina

choi yena

kang hyewon

kim minju

hirai momo

minatozaki sana

park jihyo

roh jisun

park jiwon

heo yoorim (aisha)

kim chaewon

huh yunjin

park sooyoung (joy)

bae joohyun (irene)

kang seulgi

kim bora (sua)

kim yoohyeon

lee gahyeon

kim minji (jiu)

and a bunch of others! i just love women so 9/10 i'm down for playing them!

some fave tropes:

enemies x lovers - a sucker for this one fr

friends to lovers - love a good slow burn situation type deal

toxic exes - who doesn't love a lil angst?

secret/forbidden relationships

idols x fans or idol x idol

fwb's are always cool!

#1x1 rp #krp #krp 1x1 #discord 1x1

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let-them-read-fics · 2 years ago

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You Again?

Pairing: Jiu x Fem!Reader

AU: Non-Idol

Warnings / Misc. -- Some Angst, Smut, Fluff, Happy Ending :)

Word Count: 9,955

Summary: Y/N and Jiu have history. Unresolved tension, unanswered questions, lingering desire: the inconvenient kind. But when they both unwittingly agree to attend a mutual friend's vacation trip, they're forced to confront their feelings head on and learn to live with one another again.

Why, exactly?

Because they just so happen to be rooming together.

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

A/N: Hi everyone! I apologize for my absence, but I hope you enjoy this piece :) I have more stories coming, so stay tuned! 💖 Make sure to eat something good today and drink plenty of water.

💖 Happy Reading 🌹

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This has got to be a day for the record books. One of the worst, most unfair in all of human history.

Well, let’s be realistic: one of the worst in your life. Maybe “human history” is a bit of a stretch – though you can’t exactly blame yourself for giving into the dramatics at a time like this.

The sound of your best friend sighing in frustration brings you out of your annoyed daze, pulling your attention back to her.

“Y/N, you’re acting like a child. It’s only for one night.”

“Exactly, Y/BFFs/N; one night is far too long for the two of us to be around each other.”

She scoffs, but you don't budge. There's no way you're accepting this without a fight.

"Why don't we have somebody else switch?" You suggest.

She shakes her head, dismissing you. "Most of the girls already went up," she explains, motioning behind herself to the cabin. Sure enough, you can see shadows moving within the rooms – forms hidden behind pulled curtains, almost taunting as they shift around in the visible lamplight.

“And I’ve already told Jiu about it.”

You roll your eyes.

"Plus we all sorted this out beforehand." She shrugs. "Since you both joined at the last minute, it only makes sense to put you together."

Now it's your turn to sigh. Suddenly, an idea pops into your head.

"How about I sleep in the car?" You brighten at the thought of your own scheme; quite literally anything would be better than being trapped between four walls with Jiu.

"Ha ha, very funny," Y/BFFs/N mocks, clearly not amused. "You can't stay out here. You'll either freeze to death or waste all of our gas trying not to, and I don't think you really wanna do that."

A disappointed tut leaves you; your warm breath turns to a puff of white air before dissipating into the night.

Alright, maybe it's colder than you thought. Maybe.

"I'll talk to the others tomorrow morning and see what I can do, okay?" She offers, bringing a hand up to rub the back of her neck. She looks tired, and a pang of guilt washes over you when you notice it.

"Okay. I'm sorry." Regret shines in your eyes, but it's quickly eased by the growing, sleepy smile on her face.

"Don't worry about it," she reassures you, looping an arm with yours. The two of you fall in step together, heading back to the cabin.

"I know it's difficult, after everything. But it's just a few hours. I'm sure you can survive that, no?"

You shake your head, though you're grinning.

"We'll have to see. I'm sure she'll make it hard."

Y/BFFs/N slides her free hand along the polished oak handle of the porch's glass door, opening it for the two of you.

"Just be civil and it'll all be fine. You don't even have to talk."

The resulting glare you send her makes her laugh.

Tonight will definitely be the death of you.

–

Across the first floor, tucked away in the kitchen, Jiu is hard at work. She stands in a pair of shorts and an oversized sweatshirt, cleaning the grill she helped prepare dinner on earlier. A few strands of her hair have evaded the grasp of her ponytail holder, coming down to frame her face as she scrubs away.

“Why don’t you just save that for the morning?” Someone unseen inquires, sounding half asleep.

She turns around to find one of your friend’s other invites moseying over to the center island, bottle of water in hand. Her face is scrunched up some, and the small bags under her eyes immediately remind Jiu of who she is.

It’s Sua, the person who pre-gamed too early and overexerted herself when the group first arrived at the cabin earlier this morning. She’s been nursing a headache for the past few hours as a result.

The low groan that she lets out as she hauls herself onto the high-top chair makes Jiu giggle, but she stifles it to the best of her ability. The younger girl has managed to brighten everybody’s moods all day long despite feeling how she does; she's truly a gift.

“I want to get it done so I can rest easy,” Jiu finally answers.

Sua rolls her eyes. “Sleep now, clean later. This is a vacation for a reason, you know? We deserve to procrastinate.” She raises her bottle to her lips, taking a long drink.

“You do that, I’ll clean,” Jiu resolves, nodding to herself.

“Suit yourself, pabo.”

Sua folds her arms on the countertop and lays her head down, yawning as she nuzzles her cheek against the soft material of her sweater. Jiu glances at her and smiles, amused. She appreciates her nonchalance likely more than anyone else on this trip; it’s distracted her from her worries.

Namely, you: her biggest inconvenience.

When news reached her of Y/BFFs/N’s plans for a week-long getaway, she was intrigued. Work had been a hassle, she was stressed, and all in all she just needed a break. So, she pulled some strings, got her shifts covered, and took the time off.

All was well for the first few hours, when everyone was at Y/BFFs/N’s house, readying up to make the long drive to the forest resort; but then you made a surprise appearance there, busting in and looking just as good as you did the last time Jiu saw you.

Effectively, it ruined her mood.

You’d glanced at her, then, when you first walked through the door. She was the one closest to you, having been on her way to get a refill of the drink she had in hand. Truthfully, it felt like slow motion; for a second, it was like the two of you were back to where you had been all that time ago.

When you were still together.

You crossed the threshold with an eager smile, luggage bags weighing heavy in your hands before you allowed them to slip off your fingertips and land on the ground with a soft noise of impact. She met your eye for a fleeting moment, and she unconsciously took a small step toward you. Her lips began to pull back in the soft grin that you always told her you loved, mimicking the happy expression on your face. For that foolish second, she was transfixed. Foolish.

It was as if you were looking through her; you hadn’t actually perceived her at all, really. She was a passing face as you searched for Y/BFFs/N’s, only caring to register hers.

Just before Jiu could utter a word or reach you, a loud cheer rang out from behind her. The entirety of the group had picked up on your arrival, word spreading fast throughout the living room once one of them caught a glimpse of you.

She cursed quietly and retreated a few steps, allowing the excited crowd to gather around you and visit.

You happily shared the story of how your boss – who’s always regarded you with a distant indifference – finally showed her humanity and adjusted the schedules so that you could have some time off. Not the entire week, of course, but a few days to go and be with your friends. Everyone seemed genuinely happy to see you; even the ones who barely knew you, having only heard of your existence through the stories that Y/BFFs/N had told them. It all made Jiu feel like the odd one out.

But she could remember a time when just hearing your name made her heart flutter, too, so she couldn’t exactly fault them.

From a distance, she watched you. How you moved. How your hands danced around as you explained your stories. The way your lips pouted and pursed with every syllable, almost taunting her.

She thought she had gotten over you months ago, after things ended. She thought she was stronger than this; but clearly, moving on would be impossible with you around. That was to be done separate, no more strings attached. The idea of having to look at you, to hear your laugh, to be near you in such a way and pretend like everything was fine seemed unfathomable. With every trace of you gone, maybe, maybe then she could move on.

Anything less destroyed even the chance of closure for her. But, she supposed, closure would just have to wait a week or so.

—

25 Minutes Later

Put lightly, Jiu is avoiding you.

After washing the grill and dishes, she took her time with leading a groggy Sua back to her room and making sure she got settled fine. She made some small talk with some of the other girls in passing, but nothing as serious as she was looking for.

She’d be happy to debate the meaning of life right now if it kept the two of you apart for a little longer.

But with lights out rapidly approaching and everyone dragging themselves to their respective rooms, she knows the chances of that are nearing zero. So, begrudgingly, she makes her way up to the suite.

With every step she takes, she wonders what you’re doing in there. Are you already asleep? Reading? Watching television? Maybe you’re scrolling mindlessly on your phone. Maybe you’re not even in there at all.

The questions pile up in her mind until she eventually gets fed up and decides to be unaffected for once. Or, at least, to appear that way. She shouldn’t care regardless, and she reminds herself of that fact. All the two of you have to do is make it through the night, and then something can be arranged so that you can stay far, far away from one another. Not so hard, right?

Wrong. Certifiably, absolutely, unequivocally wrong.

When Jiu opens the bedroom door, she finds you fresh out of the shower. A lacy bra adorns your upper half, while a towel is wrapped around your waist; you’re bent over your suitcase in search of some shorts to wear.

She looks away quickly, but it’s too little too late; even as she shuts the door and turns around, pressing her forehead to the wooden surface, she can picture your body.

She mentally curses the water droplets that run their paths down your chest and abdomen, free as they edge closer and closer to where the towel meets your waist. They touch you in a way that she never can again, and she hates that.

More specifically, she hates the fact that she wants to.

Your eyes land on her as you stand up, shorts in hand. A heavy feeling of embarrassment settles over you.

“Uh, sorry,” you mumble, not knowing what to do.

She turns back around to face you after a moment, but she refuses to meet your gaze. If she does, her resolve will surely falter and crumble.

“There should still be plenty of hot water left if you’d like to take a shower,” you offer, extending an olive branch of sorts. From the angle you have of her face, you can see relief spread across it.

She wastes no time in sending you a quick thank you and slipping off to the safety of the bathroom, leaving you to question what the hell just happened.

Most of the time, she’s engaging and bold; her liveliness is one of the things that made you fall in love with her. Even at the end of your relationship, when things were falling apart, it was never like this; she never refused to look at you as many times as she had today, or been so weary anytime you entered a room. She never used to despise you so much, and as that sinks in you realize just how much it hurts.

Despite everything, you hate how unbothered she is.

While you’ve watched her from afar all day, agonizing over the curl of her lip when someone said something witty or the sound of her easy banter with the other girls, she’s clearly been fine. Paying you no mind doesn’t seem to be a challenge for her anymore, and you dislike that more than you thought you would.

Truth be told, you hadn’t prepared yourself for that. With the scope of your relationship and the lack of closure you received, it only made sense for you to assume she’d miss you as much as you miss her. To be just as affected now, by it all, as you have been.

But that’s clearly not the case.

—

Once she’s alone, Jiu takes the opportunity to steady herself. Her hands find their way to the cool marble countertop of the sink, and she draws in a deep breath.

She can’t stand you.

Now, from just that small interaction, all she can think about is you. The subdued lighting of the room only brought out your features more, leaving shadows to fall across the parts of you that were untouched by it. Your muscles pulled and strained as you sifted through your bag, parting clothes left and right in search of your shorts. She could see your face, too, looking just as kissable as always.

She really can’t stand you.

Defeatedly, she turns the water on. The cold streams down, unaccompanied by any real heat whatsoever; this will be a freezing shower, she’s decided. She doesn’t trust what she might do otherwise, alone in here with her thoughts of you and steam clouding her judgement.

The subtle throb between her legs is enough to warn her; she knows she’ll do something stupid if she doesn’t stop herself now, before it has the chance to start.

When she strips out of her clothes, she does her best to think of anything other than the way you used to undress her. How you sat on your knees before her, slowly inching her pants down as your warm lips left kisses in their wake. How you’d take your time with her panties afterward, holding eye contact with her and stopping your motions anytime she looked away.

Even now, goosebumps rise to her skin at the memory. It was torture then, but for entirely different reasons.

She was promised sweet release then, no matter how much you may have edged or tested her. Now she'd consider herself lucky to even be rewarded with a conversation.

Shaking the thoughts from her head, she steps into the tub. The frigid water makes contact with her back, and she has to sink her teeth into her lower lip to keep from shouting. But if this is what it takes to keep you out of her mind, then so be it.

–

The muscles of your neck and shoulders ache as you sit at the mahogany desk on the far side of the room, half-heartedly working on the report your boss asked you to start. It was what you had to give in order to take the time off, which is only reasonable. Even still, you're having a hard time staying focused.

The desk faces one of the large bay windows of the room, overlooking the forest and mountains that surround you. Darkness completely envelops the land, save for the occasional house light far off in the distance. Moonbeams hit the treetops, coating them in a sparkle that contrasts with the midnight sky.

Nearby, an electric fireplace crackles, reminding you of its presence. It's situated as the centerpiece of the lounge area of the suite, providing the room with some additional warmth and light from its place beneath the television. Faux flames waver within it, vibrant as they mingle with one another. Some burn brightly while others glow dimly; the wild versus the tamed.

Despite everything, maybe this trip will do you some good. Escaping the hustle and bustle of your life back home is always a plus, and being in nature never fails to ground you again. Some circumstances might be unsatisfactory, sure, but you're determined to not let that stop you from enjoying this time away. You deserve it, after all.

Just as you find the inspiration to start your reporting again, another one of your distractions makes herself known.

From the bathroom, a pleasant humming fades in; it's Jiu, reciting the chorus to one of her favorite songs. She breaks into vocals occasionally, switching between the two.

No matter how much you wish you could, you can't deny that it sounds perfect, coupled with the atmosphere that surrounds you. Given its range and ease, her voice has always been a comfort; getting sick of it is simply impossible. That fact annoys you, but at the same time you give up trying to fight it; you know there's no use.

It takes you back in more ways than you know how to handle, but you don’t complain. For now, you’ll bottle up this feeling and store it away for later, when you part ways and return to the chaos of your own lives.

Maybe then you could open such a Pandora’s Box.

A few minutes later, she finally emerges from the bathroom; you attempt to ignore the urge to perk up. It's difficult, no doubt, after being left to your own devices for so long. Knowing she's so close and yet so unattainable doesn't help either.

You don't turn around, just in case she isn't fully clothed.

It isn't anything you haven't seen before, but you're afraid you don't have that kind of permission anymore. The last thing you want to do is overstep.

Jiu wishes you'd look at her.

One thing she misses the most about you is your attention. You always paid it so freely – so willingly – rarely taking it off of her. It was ready for her anytime she wanted it, mainly because she had you so enraptured.

Just the same as you’d always watched her, she watched you. She lived for the way your eyes lit up whenever she smiled or laughed, shining beautifully in a way they never did otherwise. She ached over how they darkened when she'd strip, parting her legs for you and putting herself on display.

She was the art and you were the beholder. The only one she ever wanted to share herself with.

But now is a totally different time. You don't even so much as glance in her direction when she comes out, with her towel draped precariously around her body in a way that she was sure would drive you crazy.

It’s disheartening, but it doesn't make her want you any less. As she opens her bag and retrieves her clothes, slipping them on, she keeps an eye on you through the standing mirror in the corner of the room.

Your legs spread as you readjust in the chair, making an attempt to rid your muscles of the tension within them. They're tight with the culmination of all the stress you've felt lately.

When you allow your head to loll back, rolling from one side to the other, Jiu has to stop her wandering hands. The angle of the mirror allows her to see the way your brows knit together, pain and pleasure intermingling. She doesn't know how much longer she can stand this.

One of your hands finds its way to your shoulder, rubbing a knot there, and Jiu gets an idea. Is it wise? Not in the slightest. But is she going to give in and go with it? Absolutely.

What was it that Sua said earlier? This is a vacation for a reason. She can escape sound judgement and reason for now. Surely they'll return in full once you're out of the equation again, anyway.

She deserves to be a little reckless for once.

"Y/N," she calls, getting your attention. You wordlessly turn to look at her.

A bottle of lotion rests in her hands; she nervously toys with it.

"You can use some of this for your shoulders, if you want. It works pretty well."

You consider her offer. "Thanks, but I'm alright," you declare, turning her down. "I can't reach what really hurts anyway."

A beat passes before her eyebrows gently raise. "I can help you," she says, trying to keep the eager tone of her voice at bay.

You pull a face. "Are you sure? You don't have to do that."

I want to, she thinks to herself.

"It's not a problem." She shakes her head, cementing her decision. "Just come here and lay down."

You stand and relent with a soft noise of acceptance, almost imperceptibly. She takes notice of the way your eyes track down her body before dropping to the floor, lingering just a second too long for innocence.

She dismisses the thought at once, not wanting to give herself hope.

When you cross in front of her and pause, though, slipping your shirt over your head with a subtle glance at her, it’s all she can do to restrain herself. The fading sunburn that you received earlier in the day, stretching across your nose and cheeks, looks like a natural blush from this close.

She wants to kiss it.

“Thank you in advance,” you say over your shoulder, carefully laying down on your stomach. The fluffy comforter welcomes you in full, partially distracting and preventing you from overthinking what you’re about to experience.

She takes a steadying breath and releases it, glancing up at the ceiling like she’s pleading with a higher power.

"Don't mention it," she dismisses, getting on the bed after you.

In her mind, she debates the best way to go about this. Where should she sit? Overstepping the unspoken boundaries you've established isn't something she wants to do.

Her fingertips play with the hook of your bra, sliding over the material. "Can I…" she trails off, both of you aware of what she's asking.

"Go ahead," you permit.

She unclips the fastener and watches as the two sides fall down, fully exposing your back to her. Once you slip it off of your arms and toss it towards your suitcase, her fingertips ghost over your skin, tracing the gentle curve of your spine.

She dons a musing smile when she notices goosebumps appearing in their wake.

Perhaps she was wrong. Maybe all along, you've been the art and she the beholder.

Her knees go to either side of your waist as she moves to straddle you, settling down onto you. Once she's sure you're comfortable, she retrieves the bottle of lotion from its place on the bed and squeezes some out onto her fingertips.

It's smooth as it slides against them, medicated and cool. Her favorite brand makes it, and she never leaves the house without it. She'll be thanking her lucky stars endlessly for that habit after tonight.

Something crossed between a hiss and sigh fights past your lips when she makes contact for the first time, spreading the chilly cream across your shoulders. The attempt she made to warm it beforehand clearly didn't work as well as she thought, and she has to stifle a laugh at your reaction.

Beneath her fingers, your muscles tense and jump; you do your best to relax them as she pushes harder, kneading them with care. She does so with a steady rhythm, using the base of her hands to loosen you up first before focusing her fingers on the more persistent knots. Every circle of her hands against you warms the lotion up more, convincing you to relax and give into the relief she’s able to provide.

You close your eyes, wanting to focus on her motions.

What you failed to prepare yourself for, though, is the notion that she’s closer to you than ever. Only separated by the material of your shorts and hers, she sits atop you, her warm thighs trembling slightly with effort anytime she has to push herself up to reach you better.

When she steadies herself on your lower back, splaying a hand across it, you can feel the subtle way her hips rut against your ass as she readjusts her position.

Maybe you're just imagining it.

Serious work is put into leaving that idea behind, but at every opportunity she gets, Jiu seems to enjoy feeding your delusion.

When she accidentally gets too much lotion at once, her solution comes in the form of leaning down and running her hands up your outstretched arms, reaching as far as she can to further spread it. In the process, her front presses against the length of your body; her breathing is shuddered, too, just like yours.

Did she do that to show you it’s mutual?

If only you knew.

Her eager eyes rake over your body, pleased to have you like this in front of her. At her mercy, reacting to the faintest of touches. Possessing this kind of power again makes her feel brave in a dangerous way; should things continue like this unchecked, she might do something impulsive.

But, is she to be blamed? No; she rejects that.

The subtle rock of your hips is far guiltier than her, adding fuel to the fire of her imagination. The way your hands fist in the sheets, fingers twisting in a show of pain and pleasure whenever she hits a particularly sensitive spot, are in the wrong; the sight makes her wonder, for a desperate second, how they would feel in her hair.

Her motions – now more wanton, unafraid of touching you – grow a little more rough, shying away from demurity. They’ve arrived at your waist now; a risky place to be.

She can tell that the appropriate amount of time for two exes to spend doing something like this is dwindling fast; the window of propriety will be closing soon, leaving any further contact between the two of you up for suspicion. She’s aware of that, and yet she has no desire to stop.

In this game of yours, she’s merely a pawn; that’s something she realizes when the sound of a guttural, appreciative moan from you makes her heart flutter wildly.

She freezes in place, taking a cautious breath; she shouldn’t have enjoyed it as much as she did.

A few beats pass… one…. another…. before you ultimately take her stunned reaction as a sign of discomfort.

“Uh, thanks again,” you say quietly, suddenly feeling ten times too exposed and five hundred degrees too hot. A couple taps to her leg gives her the memo, and she climbs off of you.

Embarrassed and upset with yourself for doing such a thing, you refuse to even so much as make eye contact with her again.

An apology from you fizzles into the air, but she’s still too overwhelmed to fully process what just transpired. It all happened too fast; she wants to go back and relive it, but it’s too late. You’re already slipping your shirt back on and burying yourself under the covers, humiliated. When you cover your face with the pillow, debating on smothering yourself, she spares you by reaching over and turning the lamp off.

She lifts her side of the covers afterward, getting in beside you. You face away from one another, back to back, establishing distance once again.

This night is proving to be anything but predictable.

—

2:07 AM

Insects perform their songs outside, languidly calling to one another from high above – nestled in the leaves of the tree tops – and far below, amid the grassy trails and branching networks of hills. All is calm… until it isn’t.

Suddenly, the stillness of the night is interrupted by a recurring, unintelligible noise.

The first time you hear it, you ignore it, opting instead to bury your head a little deeper into your pillow. It's probably just the house settling or something outside, you reason.

The second time, you're annoyed enough to pause your attempt at restful sleep with the hopes of discovering its source and stopping it.

It comes again a little later, but from somewhere you never would've expected. Rather, you suppose, someone.

Your name takes the shape of a mumble as it slips through Jiu's lips, altered slightly from how her cheek is pressed to her pillow. Any other time you might find it exciting to hear her say it, but here and now, you can't say you do.

Warmth spreads to your cheeks as your sleepy mind recalls what happened just a few hours ago, making you relive your embarrassment.

The noise comes again, and a little louder this time; an irritated groan leaves you as you take one of the throw pillows and nudge her, attempting to quiet her. It seems to work for a minute, but just as you settle back down to rest again, something even worse happens.

"Y/N… ah," she moans, her voice breathy and ragged.

Is she...?

Your eyes open wide when you realize what's taking place right beside you.

Jiu is totally having a sex dream about you.

What a revelation to have.

She writhes in search of relief, causing the covers to fall down her body and expose more of it. Her pajama top, too, has ridden up and ruffled in her pursuit of friction.

She looks an absolute mess, you realize, as you roll over to look at her. Her hair splays across the pillow in every which way, her chest rises and falls at a faster rate than normal, and her thighs push together to lessen the throbbing between them. Your blood runs cold when you notice that she isn’t wearing her shorts anymore. Only a pair of lacy, white panties conceal her, gleaming in the moonlight with a softness that begs to be touched.

Hot and bothered is the only way to describe her.

"Please," she whines, desperation hanging heavy on the tones of her voice.

Selfishly, you don’t wake her right away. Seeing her like this, so close and beautiful, is something you don’t want to give up again. At least not yet.

Her full lips part as her head pushes into the pillow, exposing her neck. Her muscles are pulled taut as she squirms; her hands fisted in the sheets at her sides. A thin sheen of sweat is visible on her forehead, showing just how affected she is.

Maybe you should play nice and put an end to her suffering…

Her hips begin to rock, slowly at first; the motion draws a soft sigh from her as she finally gets some relief. Your body begs you to touch her in some way, feeling your own desire grow at the sight of her.

Unconsciously – and to prevent you from reaching out to her – your fingers thread themselves in the cover that's thrown haphazardly over you. You bite your lip to keep it busy; otherwise you'd be tempted to wake her up with your mouth, as she's asked you to before.

Only when your own arousal becomes too much to bear do you decide to end this little game.

She whimpers when you move in closer, still a world away. Her hand falls on your thigh, however, making you falter for a moment. It's warm and dangerously close to your center, trembling slightly against you. Her nails threaten to leave indentations, should she flex her fingers the right way.

Unable to deny yourself such a simple pleasure, you allow it to stay where it is.

"Jiu."

She doesn't stir. If anything, the sound of your voice only drags her further under. Her breath hitches in time with another stutter of her hips.

You'll have to try harder.

“Jiu, wake up,” you whisper, leaving a kiss on her cheek. Your lips hover nearby to utter her name again, should they need to.

Gently, you bring a hand to her shoulder and shake it, hoping to coax her out of her dream and back to reality. After a moment, your plan works; her eyes open gingerly, blinking a few times to adjust from her daze.

“Y/N?” Confusion is prevalent in her voice, coupled with her drowsiness. It’s cute, really, and it takes you back to all the mornings you would wake up by her side.

“It’s me; I'm here,” you reassure her, moving your hand to her hip. Now with your arm stretched across her body, you can feel the warmth radiating from her. It starkly contrasts with the chilly air of the room, making you want to hide away under the covers and pull her in close.

But, of course, you refrain. That’s not something you can do anymore.

Her dark eyes shine in what little light the room has to offer, gazing up at you with a sweet innocence that you find endearing. She's vulnerable in this state, and yet by the way she shifts closer in your arms, she makes it known that she trusts you.

You watch as her gaze travels down your arm, towards where your hand still rests against her hip. Momentarily, she looks as if she's questioning something within her mind – attempting to piece something together.

"Y/N, did we…?" She trails off, unsure.

"Did we what?" You push, testing the waters. You have an idea of what she wants to know, but hearing her say it would be so much better.

Surprisingly, she puts her hand over yours, keeping it in place.

"Did we have sex?" The question comes out in a husky whisper as she makes an effort to be quiet.

You shake your head in reply as a slightly humored smile works its way onto your lips.

The movement draws her attention to them; they're a beautiful shade, with the moonlight hitting them just right. She can't find it in herself to look away.

A few seconds pass before you speak again; her hand grips yours a little tighter.

"It was just a dream. You–"

Your explanation is cut short by her lips as they press to your own in a swift kiss.

Reckless.

You pull away at once, almost like you've been burned. Why would she do that?

Both of you pause, regarding one another. Your eyes work hard to decipher her intentions – what she wants – through the darkness of the room, as if they have such a gift. Hers do the same, searching your face for the answer she wants.

She gets it in another form, however, as your hand slides higher on her waist. Her heart lurches in her chest, its rate increasing somehow. Part of her is afraid you can feel it; but, truthfully, that's exactly what she wants. If you could feel how badly she needs you in this moment, maybe you'd show some mercy and help her.

Maybe.

Tension hangs heavy in the air of the room as she slips her hand higher, too, moving it between your thighs. The heat that's come to pool there encourages her, compelling her to cup you through your clothes.

You gasp, earning a smile from her. You clearly aren't as over her as you pretend to be.

Empowered, she rolls you over, trading your positions. Now she hovers over you as you lie on your back, waiting with bated breath to see what she'll do.

Her hand slides up and over the waistband of your shorts slowly, edging closer and closer to your center with only your panties separating her from you. Your eyes flutter closed in response.

"I'm going to kiss you again," she whispers, sounding more confident than ever. "If you want me to stop, tell me. Okay?"

You nod, trying to stay still. Fighting the urge to rock your hips into her hand is easier said than done.

She leans into you, letting her body mold into yours as she shuffles closer. She replaces the hand between your thighs with a leg, giving you something to grind against. You thank her by slipping your hands beneath her top and pulling it over her head.

"Beautiful," you whisper against her lips, as she presses them to yours again. You take her into your arms in a safe embrace, sighing into her mouth when her bare chest rubs against you. The thin material of your shirt does little to obstruct the feeling.

Though the shadows hide it, a deep, crimson blush warms her cheeks. She can taste the cinnamon toothpaste that you used earlier and smell the familiar scent of your hair products. You still use the same ones, she realizes.

Her leg flexes instinctively as you cup her cheek and deepen the kiss, tilting your head to the side. As you raise your hips to meet hers, she slides a hand up to your chest to offer it some attention. A pitiful noise leaves you when she makes contact, cupping your breasts. She pulls away from your lips to admire you, wanting to see the effect she has.

“Such a pretty thing,” she compliments, feeling arrogant when you bite your lip to stifle a moan. She toys with you like a plaything, switching her movements every so often to garner different reactions. You’re restoring her confidence without even trying; such sweet oblivion.

What she doesn’t fully grasp in the moment, though, is that your arrangement is very much so a two way street. You demonstrate the power you still have over her as you take hold of her hips, pulling them down as you thrust up to meet them.

Just as her thigh is between your legs, so is yours between hers; the mutual relief you receive at the motion entices you, making you repeat it.

She curses into your ear, the sound so full of raw desire that you nearly lose all sense of reason right then and there. Her head falls against your shoulder in ecstasy as she revels a little longer, enjoying the heat that spreads throughout her body the more you touch her.

It’s just like it used to be in so many ways, but somehow new. Still exciting. Still everything she hoped for.

Her lips find their way to your cheek in the darkness, leaving a trail of kisses downward, along your jawline and neck. They’re desperate and needy, accompanied by her shuddered breaths as she attempts to convey everything you’re making her feel. She can only cross her fingers and hope that it’s mutual.

“Come here,” you instruct, tapping her leg. She understands in an instant, wordlessly repositioning herself so that she’s straddling your waist now. The new angle is even more comfortable, and she sits back to give you a better look at her body as a way of expressing her gratitude. Her perky breasts are on full display, looking absolutely divine above the lines of her abs. You run a finger over the latter, tracing the hard-earned muscles in admiration.

Subtly, her hips begin to gyrate. She wants the movement to be tortuous, starting slow and building up until you can’t take it anymore. It’s only fair to give you a taste of your own medicine after all this time.

“Shit, Jiu,” you exhale, glancing down to where you’re joined. Her panties glisten as she writhes, displaying the wet spot that you’ve caused; when her grinding becomes a little sloppier, you can feel her slick spread to your abdomen.

"You like that, baby?" She muses, breathing heavy. You nod vehemently, not quite trusting your voice enough to speak yet.

You splay a hand across her pelvis, using your thumb to tease her clit.

She shakes as a surprised, broken moan slips out of her mouth. It’s louder than either of you expected it to be, and you find yourselves wanting to laugh for a moment.

“Play fair,” she warns, glaring at you. “...unless you want to wake everyone in the house up?” It’s posed as a question rather than a statement.

“I wouldn’t be–” you pause, exhaling when she presses into you a little harder, cocking a brow, “...opposed to that, necessarily.”

A sexy smile plays on her lips, making them look more kissable than ever. “No?” Something dangerous shines in her eyes.

“Try me.”

She bites her lip, weighing her options. You asked for it.

Her voice is whiny when she speaks again, and about five times louder than necessary at that. “I need you, Y/N. Please…” her hands thread into her hair exaggeratedly, playing into the show she’s giving. “Fuck me–”

You sit up at once, clasping a hand over her mouth and using the length of your body to push her backwards and pin her down against the bed. Adrenaline surges through your veins as you remain deathly still for a few tense seconds, trying to make sure her little stunt didn’t actually wake anybody up.

You didn’t really think she’d do it.

The sound of distant footsteps fills the hall, a series of padding and waiting, before the latch of a bedroom door clicks. The floorboards creak… someone's weight shifting from one foot to the other as they peek into the hall.

Jiu smiles against your palm, feeling every thump of your nervous heart.

When she wraps her legs around your waist and slips a hand between your bodies, your eyes screw tightly shut.

"Stop," you whisper, the noise like harsh wind on a calm night.

Her wanting eyes peer up at you, observing. The situation is delicate, so that's exactly how she'll treat it.

Slowly, she places her free hand beside her head on the bed and glances at it, inviting you to hold it. Upon hesitantly removing your own from her mouth, you thread your fingers with hers as you pin it down.

Innocently, she kisses your neck again, just above your pulse point. Her warm breath tickles your skin, only further stirring the fire within you.

"Do you really want me to?" She asks, voice sinful and rich. Her lips still, full and tempting, awaiting your answer.

Another door opens somewhere else in the house, followed by heavy footsteps. Someone trekking to the kitchen, it seems. Your mouth runs dry.

Her fingers toy with the hem of your shorts, edging them down little by little. "Say it again and I will," she promises. "Tell me you don't want me and I'll stop."

You sigh as she pulls your panties to the side, finally slipping her hand past the material. She finds your clit easily, with no real effort necessary; she knows your body now just the same as she did before.

"I…" you start, fighting back a stutter. Two of her fingers dip down to your entrance, gathering up some of your wetness. "...I can't."

"You can't what, Y/N?" She moves her fingers left and right, teasing.

"I can't say I don't want you," you groan, annoyance bubbling up within you.

"Why not?" You can tell she's smirking just by the sound of her voice.

"Because I'm sick of lying," you admit. "I've always wanted you."

Her cocky attitude falters.

A beat passes.

All footsteps outside retreat back into their respective rooms, and closing doors resound shortly after.

Effectively, the two of you are alone again.

Silence prevails following your confession – an eternal moment unbroken by any words of reciprocation from her. It lends your mind to chaos, filling it with worry.

You shouldn't have said anything. This was a mistake.

Embarrassed, you sit up and remove yourself from Jiu, moving towards the edge of the bed. She reaches out for you, though you don't see it.

"I'm sorry," your head shakes, discontent. "I shouldn't have–"

"Shush," she commands, surprising you. She refuses to let this end like before, with you retreating and shutting her out.

Your eyebrows raise as you turn to look at her; she still lays where you left her, only now she's propped up on her elbows.

"Don't say you regret it. Please." Her voice sounds small.

"But I thought…"

Her eyes remain on you as she sits up, carefully moving to sit next to you on her knees.

"I never stopped either, Y/N. I just couldn't believe you've felt the same all this time." She explains, not wanting you to misinterpret her silence any longer.

Your fingers toy at your thighs, still jittery with nerves. She notices, and lays a comforting hand on top of them.

"I've missed you," she adds. Softly, quietly. So as to not disturb this process. Together, you're beginning to pick up the pieces of what you let slip through your fingers before.

"Me too," you reassure her, bringing a hand up to caress her cheek. She leans into your touch, letting her eyes fall shut.

The walls she so adamantly built around her heart are lowering, little by little, and the notion scares her. If she gives herself to you tonight and you end up walking away, she doesn’t know if she’ll be able to recover.

“I’ve got you." The phrase sounds like a promise from your heart to hers; it’s as if you read her mind. “I won’t let things get in the way like before.”

She looks at you again, peeking her eyes open. The earnest look on your face is sincere enough to convince her of anything. “I’ll spend however long it takes proving it to you, Jiu.”

Her eyes shine with unshed tears. “I believe that.”

“Good,” you say, releasing a small breath of anticipation you hadn’t realized you were holding in.

She squeezes your hand three times, reminding you of the past.

Nostalgia befalls you, both in good ways and bad. So much regret exists between the two of you, centering around the breakup that neither of you really wanted in the first place. Life got in the way, then, and you were both too naive to fight against what you thought were fate’s currents.

It was decided that if you couldn’t be together, you’d have to settle for the ghost of one another.

Jiu found you in midnight moonlight, shining brightly amid the darkest of hours. You ruled from high above, with your impact spanning further than you ever realized.

She found you in the sound of laughter – the kind that starts by surprise, bubbling up from within and spilling out in a way that couldn’t not be contagious. The kind that everyone appreciates when they tell a joke with their fingers crossed, hoping it lands.

In warm tea and fireside reading you resided; a comforting hug on winter’s coldest day.

But traces of you were left behind in unwanted places, too, like fingerprints on a window. No matter how many cycles of washing and drying her sheets went through, they still smelled like you.

Her skin still remembered the way you touched her, igniting a fire that only you could put out. Her lips remembered your taste, knowing nothing could compare. She tried, for a time, to replace the imprints you left behind; but her efforts were in vain.

You were her mirage in the desert; a distant, elusive dream. Glimmering with untapped potential, waiting to be caught. She ebbed, you flowed. That’s how you would be, then and forever.

Or so she thought.

Had she known that she was the Sun to you, perhaps her hope would’ve been restored.

Or maybe she would have laughed, knowing that you found her in the strangest of places. Like seatbelts, for instance, and napkins; always necessary, and always staving off the bad that the world had to offer.

She was the chilly blast of air provided by the AC on summer’s most humid day, greeting you at the door of every shop you entered.

She was the sleepy delirium you slipped into on your days off, all pleasant dreams and comfortable positions.

The flowers and blossoms of the world were all her kisses, like a goddess’s gift to the Earth. Elegant, sweet, perfect. Being showered in them was a good luck charm; they rode the air currents on spring days, fluttering greetings on their way.

Coming home. To you, that was her. The familiarity of the floorboards, knowing where to step to avoid them creaking; the refrigerator light against a pitch-black kitchen, its crescent shape holding the darkness at bay; the support of your bed, offering relief to the parts of you that needed it most.

Truth be told, both of you found each other in everything. Bits and pieces, all fragments far too small to equate to the immensity of what you shared. Glimpses would never do in the long run, and you knew that. But what else were you to do?

Perhaps that silent hope that you held out, all daydreams and utterances of what if, swayed the universe into this. Into giving you an in; an opportunity to right your wrongs. A chance to hold tighter, this time, and accept trials and tribulations as signs of growth to be handled together – not reasons to give up.

You feel yourself smiling before you realize you’re even doing it. Her presence has a whole new meaning now, a whole slew of possible outcomes. Wherever the two of you decide to take things is up to you again; there’s nothing holding you back anymore.

She brings a hand up to your cheek, brushing her thumb across your soft skin. Even just holding you like this, so simply, is something she’s been longing for. Since the day you walked into her life, you’ve ruled her world without even knowing it. Sweet oblivion, yet again.

“Kiss me,” she says, after a moment. It draws you from the hold of her spell, bringing you back down to Earth.

You obey with a smile, but just before your lips meet hers, she stops you. She didn’t mean there.

“Here,” she corrects, as her hand guides yours back between her thighs. She’s wetter now than she was before, somehow, and you moan against her at the feeling. She muffles the noise with a kiss of her own, knowing how badly you need it.

She bites your lip as she pulls away. “We’re not leaving this bed until you’ve made up for every night we’ve been apart. Do you understand me?”

You sigh, half-amused. “I’m fairly certain that the group is going hiking in the morning,” you inform, “...so I think it’s important that you’re still able to walk for that.”

“Who says we have to join them?” She raises a brow, pushing you down onto the bed and moving to straddle you again.

You pull a face, feigning concern. “You wouldn’t want to be improper, now would you?”

Her shoulders rise and fall in a shrug, accepting no blame. “What happens is up to you. Take me now or forever hold your peace.” She declares it proudly, posing herself before you.

The view of her on top of you – nearly naked, her body humming with want, waiting for your touch – dispels any and all remnants of humor. Your shared desire wins out, filling the air of the room; she’s aware of her power over you, but she’d be a liar to act as if watching your eyes darken didn’t make her stomach flip just like it did the first time you ever took her.

With a hushed curse, you capture her lips in a searing kiss. She gasps into it when you roughly pull her panties down, showing little care in being gentle now. Her response comes in a similar form, with her hastily tugging your shirt over your head; once you’re exposed to her, she can’t help but stare. She admires every curve like it’s the first time she’s seen it; every line like it’s her last. It’s adoration and desperation, all at once; appreciating it all is important to her, but so too is relearning it.

Luckily for you, she happens to be best at a hands-on approach.

Her nails drag across your abdomen on their way downward, leaving faint marks on your sensitive skin; she can’t wait to see how many she can leave on you. It’s always been one of her favorite things to do.

In one fluid motion you flip her over, cradling her close in the process. Her hands cup your cheeks as she kisses you, and you hurriedly remove any remaining clothes from your bodies.

She spreads her legs for you as you begin to slide down her body, leaving one final kiss to her lips.

Her hands hold your hair up as you explore her abdomen, painting her fair skin with an array of love bites. Her nails dig into your scalp when her impatience hits a high, making you smile against her despite the sting.

She hums appreciatively when you finally slide your hand down, ready to prepare her for what she wants most. She’s absolutely soaked, and by the whine that she lets out when you press your palm to her clit, it’s safe to say that she’ll only get worse. The bed sheets below her have already received some of her slick, proudly displaying a wet spot for you to bear witness to.

“Enough teasing, jagi,” she groans, breathless and tired of your games. With shut eyes and furrowed brows, she pushes her head back into her pillow and takes up the writhing again that she had become so good at earlier. Her hands fall to your shoulders, pushing you down further.

You settle her thighs on your shoulders, basking in how smooth and warm they are around you. She’s perfection in human form; divinity personified.

“Keep it down, Jiu,” you command, taking control. “If you pull another stunt like earlier, I’m stopping altogether.”

She nods feverishly, lacking the desire to be a brat anymore. If playing nice is what it takes to have you, then so be it. That promise of release is finally back again, after all this time, and she can let herself get lost in you.

These four walls – what she once loathed – are creating an oasis.

Her personal utopia.

—

The Next Morning

Overzealous birds work as your alarm clock of sorts, claiming the prize of waking you up. You blink the sleep from your eyes and stretch, feeling a pleasant soreness in parts of your body it hadn’t been before last night. The ache reminds you of everything you did just a few hours ago, and you find yourself smiling like an idiot as you roll over to greet the resident sadist next to you.

When your hand meets the cold, empty expanse of the bed instead, your expression sours.

The bedside table is void of any note or message, too, you discover, though your phone sits atop it, charging. At some point this morning she must’ve plugged it in for you. Sweet, but not enough. You wanted to wake up in her arms, or at the very least next to her.

Grumbling, you sit up and head to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

You have no idea what the day will hold for the two of you.

–

Clean and dressed, you take a seat on the bed. Your fingertips mindlessly press to the hickey on your neck – one of the many, many that you discovered as you got ready – rubbing patterns against the abused skin there.

You unplug your phone and turn it on, mentally crossing your fingers as you scan through your message notifications for her name.

Your pursuit proves fruitless. Not even a text.

You huff like a child, rolling your eyes. So much for a vacation; now you’re stressed all over again.

When staring a hole into your phone doesn’t result in her notification magically popping up, you decide to give it a rest.

Standing up, you slip it into your back pocket and head for the door, ready to track Y/BFFs/N down and tell her everything.

However those plans, too, come to a screeching halt right before your eyes as you swing the door open to reveal a shocked Jiu. Your timing truly is impeccable.

“AHHH!” She shrieks, frightened.

She hastily scrambles to keep the large tray in her hands upright and off of the floor.

Spilling the spread of foods she just finished preparing for the two of you doesn’t sound too appealing to her, after all.

Immediately, you spring into action and successfully help steady it. Some fruits fell out of their separate containers and a bit of milk spilled over the side of its jar, but all of that is easily fixable. Jiu releases a tense breath as she realizes that the worst case scenario was avoided, but she glares at you as she pushes her way into the room.

“Pabo,” she mutters, striding over to the bed. The slight limp in her step makes you smile inwardly, proud of yourself.

Once the food is safely laid down and she cleans up what spilled, she turns to look at you.

“Sorry,” you mitigate, grimacing. When you approach her and look at everything she put together, your annoyance from before gives way to guilt. A plethora of your favorite foods decorates the tray, assembled with love.

She regards you for a moment, pretending to be angry. When her eyes land on one of the darkening marks on your neck, pleased mischief comes to gleam in them.

“You’re lucky I like you,” she threatens, pointing a finger at you.

Playfully, you bite the tip of it.

“I’m aware, jagi.”

Cautiously, you ease your arms around her waist, ready to pull away if need be. Although her lips still rest in an unamused pout, she doesn’t stop you.

The jackhammering of her heart has eased now, and you can feel its pace returning to normal as you draw her into your arms. She loops hers around your neck and sweetly presses her cheek to yours, content with staying like that for a bit.

You sway gently, rocking from side to side. This definitely makes up for the rude awakening you received earlier.

Once you’re satisfied, you pull away enough to look at her. Your fingertips brush a few stray strands of hair out of her face, tucking them behind her ear. She leans in, finally kissing you good morning.

“Ready to eat?”

Your lips purse in mock contemplation as you scan the food again.

"Mmm, five more minutes?" You suggest, leaning forward to kiss her again. She laughs into the embrace lightly, returning the gesture.

Her lips taste of the strawberries and cherries that she stole bites of earlier, as she cooked. It's addicting, you find, when she deepens the kiss and wraps herself around you, melting into your arms. You hold her close, just like she wants.

"Does this mean…" she mumbles between kisses, "we're still gonna room together?"

You pause to laugh. "Yeah, jagi. We're still roommates. No getting rid of me now."

She replaces her lips on yours, kissing them again and again as you attempt to control the growing smile on your face. She sweetly cups your cheeks, rubbing her thumbs across them as you continue.

Abruptly, jarring clapping resounds from the doorway. Fake sniffling can also be heard, and so the two of you look up to investigate.

It's none other than Sua and Y/BFFs/N, standing side by side with their hands clasped tightly together like proud parents.

"I told you it would happen," Sua wails, dabbing fake tears from the corner of her eye. Y/BFFs/N agrees, nodding enthusiastically.

“Mission accomplished,” she quips, looking straight at you.

It seems as though they had been playing Cupid all along…

Sneaky.

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Paws, Hearts, and Our Own Little World

Dreamcatcher's Kim Minji (JiU) x Female Reader

The soft hum of the TV in the background and the muted sounds of city life outside were the only noise in the otherwise peaceful space. Yoohyeon was lying on the couch with her phone, lazily scrolling through social media, occasionally giggling at something on her screen. Next to her, Handong sat cross-legged on the floor, engrossed in a novel, her brow slightly furrowed in concentration.

SuA was draped across the armchair, her legs propped up on the coffee table, half-asleep. Every few minutes, she’d let out a little snore, only to jolt awake and look around, as if to see if anyone had noticed. Gahyun stood in the kitchen, fishing through a bag of chips, munching quietly as she leaned against the counter, observing the relaxed scene in front of her.

JiU, meanwhile, stood by the door, her bag slung over her shoulder as she carefully slipped into her shoes. She tried to be as quiet as possible, hoping to make a discreet exit. She had perfected this routine over the past few weekends—leaving the dorm after promotions to spend time with Y/N. But just as she was about to turn the knob, her luck ran out.

“Where are you off to this time?” Handong asked, her voice cutting through the quiet like a bell. She didn’t even look up from her book, but JiU could feel the curiosity behind the question.

JiU froze, her hand gripping the doorknob tightly. “Uh…” She smiled, trying to sound casual. “Just out for a bit. I’ll be back later.”

Handong’s brow lifted, though she still didn’t lift her gaze from the page. “Out where?” she pressed, her tone light but laced with playful suspicion. “You’ve been disappearing every weekend lately. You’re hiding something.”

Before JiU could come up with an excuse, Yoohyeon chimed in from the couch. “Yeah, seriously,” she said, turning her attention away from her phone. “You’ve been sneaking off a lot. Is there something we don’t know?”

A blush crept up JiU’s neck, betraying her attempt to appear nonchalant. She shifted her bag to the other shoulder, laughing nervously. “No, no. It’s not like that. Just...taking some me time.”

SuA’s voice joined the mix, slightly groggy but filled with mock suspicion. She lifted her head from where she’d been lounging, her eyes narrowed. “ Me time... every weekend? Are you thinking of moving out of the dorm? I get it, we have been together for a while, if anyone was gonna move out first it would be you.”

JiU felt her cheeks flush even deeper, her eyes darting toward the door as if planning a quick escape. “It's not that, you guys know how much I love you all ” she said, trying to brush it off, but the smile tugging at the corners of her lips and the sparkle in her eyes told a different story.

The members exchanged knowing glances. JiU wasn’t exactly the most secretive person, but the past few weekends had made them suspicious. Her sudden disappearances and vague explanations weren’t doing her any favors.

“All right, all right,” Gahyun said, waving her off with a grin as she stuffed another chip in her mouth. “We’ll let it go… for now. But you owe us details soon.”

JiU laughed, grateful for the out, and quickly opened the door. “Thank you, Don’t wait up for me.” She slipped out into the hallway, her heart racing.

As soon as the door clicked shut behind her, JiU let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. Her heart was pounding, a mixture of nerves and excitement thrumming in her chest. Sneaking off to see Y/N had become her little weekend ritual, and though her bandmates had started to get suspicious, she wasn’t quite ready to share the details of her relationship yet.

The cool evening air hit her as she stepped out onto the street, a refreshing contrast to the warmth of the dorm. She walked briskly, her steps light as she made her way through the city. Her thoughts drifted to Y/N, as they always did during these quiet moments alone.

They’d been officially together for about four years now, but have known each other for way longer, ever since they met during JiU’s Minx days at a fan event. Y/N, studying to become a vet at the time, her quiet demeanor and a love for animals, had caught JiU’s attention immediately. What started as a casual conversation had blossomed into something much more, and now, their weekends together were the highlight of JiU’s hectic schedule.

She smiled to herself, remembering the early days when they would sneak out for late-night coffee or strolls through quiet parks, always careful not to draw attention. Those stolen moments, filled with laughter and whispered confessions, had laid the foundation for what had grown into something real—something JiU cherished more than she could express.

The city buzzed around her as she made her way to Y/N’s apartment, the neon lights casting colorful reflections on the pavement. JiU found herself lost in thoughts of their relationship, the countless little things she loved about Y/N. The way she always had a smile for JiU, even after a long day at the clinic. The soft sound of her laugh when JiU tried to be funny (and usually failed). How Y/N’s presence alone could make her feel grounded, no matter how chaotic her schedule became.

By the time JiU reached Y/N’s apartment, her heart was fluttering with anticipation. She eagerly typed in the passcode and unlocked the door with excitement. The familiar scent of home-cooked food greeted her as she stepped inside, the warmth of the apartment wrapping around her like a comforting embrace.

Y/N was at the stove, dressed in an oversized Dreamcatcher tour T-shirt and shorts, her hair wrapped in a towel. She didn’t even turn around when she heard the door open—she didn’t need to. She knew exactly who it was.

“About time you got here,” Y/N called over her shoulder, her voice teasing. “I thought I’d have to eat this dinner all by myself.”

JiU laughed, her mood instantly brightening. She kicked off her shoes and walked over, slipping her arms around Y/N’s waist from behind. “You wouldn’t dare,” she murmured, resting her chin on Y/N’s shoulder. “I’d fight you for every bite.”

Y/N chuckled, leaning back into JiU’s embrace. “You’re lucky I love you.

They stood like that for a moment, wrapped up in the warmth of each other’s presence, the scent of simmering garlic and tomatoes filling the air. It was in these small, quiet moments that JiU felt the world truly disappear, leaving only the two of them in their little bubble of peace.

After a few minutes, Y/N gently nudged her away with a smile. “Come on, dinner’s almost ready. You can’t just stand here and distract me.”

JiU grinned, giving her a playful squeeze before stepping back. “Fine, but only because I’m starving.”

The dinner spread was simple but delicious—pasta with homemade rosé sauce, garlic bread fresh from the oven, and a crisp salad. As they sat down at the small dining table, JiU’s eyes lit up, and she eagerly dug into her plate.

“You spoil me,” JiU said between bites, her voice filled with admiration.

Y/N smiled softly, shaking her head as she took a sip of her water. “I just know keeping you happy keeps me happy.”

For a while, they ate in comfortable silence, the sounds of forks scraping against plates the only noise filling the cozy apartment. It wasn’t until JiU was halfway through her second helping that she finally spoke again.

“You know,” JiU started, her voice quieter now, “I’ve been thinking… about us.”

Y/N glanced up, her expression soft but curious. “What about us?”

JiU hesitated, swirling her fork around her plate before setting it down. “I mean, I’ve been thinking about telling the girls… about you, about us. I’m tired of sneaking out all the time, of making up excuses.”

Y/N stayed quiet, watching JiU carefully, waiting for her to continue.

“I just… I don’t know,” JiU admitted, her voice wavering slightly. “It’s not that I don’t want them to know. I do, but I also like how it’s just been… ours. No outside pressure, no questions. Just us, in our own little world.”

She paused, taking a deep breath. “I know it was my idea to keep things hidden, and I thank you so much for being so patient with me. You’ve never pushed, and I appreciate that more than you know.”

Y/N gave her a gentle smile, squeezing her hand softly. “You don’t have to thank me for that. I understand why you wanted to keep it between us, and I don’t mind. Whether we keep it private or make it public, I’m okay with whatever makes you feel comfortable.”

JiU’s heart warmed at Y/N’s words. “I just don’t want to mess anything up,” she whispered, her gaze dropping to their intertwined hands. “I don’t want the attention on us to change anything.”

“It won’t,” Y/N assured her, her voice calm and steady. “What we have isn’t something that can be changed by anyone else. It’s ours, no matter what.”

JiU let out a soft breath, nodding slowly. “You’re right,” she said, her voice steadier now. “I guess I’m just overthinking it.”

Y/N smiled warmly. “That’s okay. It’s a big thing to think about. But remember, whatever you decide, I’m with you. Whether you want to keep this between us a little longer or tell them tomorrow, I’ll support you.”

JiU felt the tension in her chest ease. She looked into Y/N’s eyes, feeling a wave of gratitude for her unwavering support. “Thank you,” she murmured. “For being so patient with me.”

“You don’t need to thank me,” Y/N said softly. “I’m just happy to be with you, however you want to handle this.”

JiU smiled, her heart lighter. The decision didn’t feel so daunting anymore, not with Y/N’s reassurance and steady presence by her side.

A couple of days later, JiU found herself accompanying Yoohyeon to the vet. Yoohyeon’s dog, Pie, had been acting a little strange, and after some encouragement from the girls, Yoohyeon finally decided to bring her in for a check-up. JiU had volunteered to come along with Cherry, her own dog, under the guise of a routine check. But the real reason? Y/N was working today, and JiU couldn’t help but seize the opportunity to see her—though, she tried to keep that fact hidden.

As they sat in the waiting room, Yoohyeon kept fidgeting nervously with Pie’s leash. “I hope she’s okay. She’s been sleeping a lot lately,” she murmured, her brow furrowed.

JiU glanced over, trying to reassure her. “It’s probably nothing serious. She’s just a little sick, Yooh.” She reached down, giving Cherry a gentle pat as her dog lounged comfortably in her lap.

Yoohyeon nodded, but her anxious energy was palpable. “Yeah, I hope so.”

JiU, on the other hand, was distracted. Her heart was racing, knowing that Y/N would be coming through the door any minute. She hadn’t mentioned to Yoohyeon that this was the clinic she usually went to for Cherry’s check-ups, mostly because she didn’t want to deal with the teasing that would inevitably follow if Yoohyeon found out why she frequented this particular clinic.

Just as JiU was trying to focus on keeping herself calm, the door to the exam room opened, and there she was—Y/N, dressed in her light blue scrubs, clipboard in hand. JiU’s heart skipped a beat, and she had to force herself to remain composed.

“Yoohyeon and Pie?” Y/N called, her voice professional, though her eyes flickered ever so briefly to JiU. The smallest of smiles touched her lips, but it was gone as quickly as it came.

Before Yoohyeon could respond, Cherry suddenly perked up, her little ears twitching in excitement. Without warning, the small dog jumped off JiU’s lap and ran straight toward Y/N, her tail wagging happily.

Yoohyeon’s mouth dropped open in surprise. “What’s she doing?”

JiU’s face flushed bright red as she quickly stood up, her words stumbling out. “Oh, uh, sorry! Cherry, come back here!”

But Cherry wasn’t listening. She reached Y/N and circled her feet, letting out a soft bark of excitement as if greeting an old friend. Y/N crouched down, her smile a little more visible now as she scratched behind Cherry’s ears. “Hey, you,” she said softly, her voice full of affection.

Yoohyeon, meanwhile, was watching the interaction with growing confusion. She tilted her head, her brow furrowing. “Why does Cherry seem so comfortable with her? She's not even like that to some of the members” she asked, more to herself than anyone else.

JiU quickly tried to cover up her growing embarrassment. “Oh, well… she’s been here before for a few check-ups,” she mumbled, hoping that would satisfy Yoohyeon’s curiosity. But judging by the way Yoohyeon was staring at her with narrowed eyes, it was clear she wasn’t buying the explanation.

Y/N stood back up, giving JiU a subtle, knowing smile before turning her attention back to Yoohyeon and Pie. “Let’s get you both into the exam room,” Y/N said, leading the way.

As Yoohyeon followed Y/N into the room, JiU was left in the waiting area, feeling the weight of Yoohyeon’s suspicious look still lingering in her mind. She couldn’t help but wonder how long it would be before Yoohyeon started asking more questions—and if she’d be able to keep her secret for much longer.

Inside the exam room, Y/N moved efficiently, examining Pie with gentle hands and a professional demeanor. Yoohyeon, still a bit unsettled by Cherry’s earlier behavior, watched the vet closely. “So… you’ve seen JiU-unnie here before?” Yoohyeon asked, her voice casual, but her eyes sharp with curiosity.

Y/N, unfazed, glanced at Yoohyeon with a calm smile. “Yeah, she brings Cherry in every now and then. She takes good care of her.”

Yoohyeon nodded, her suspicions deepening. “Right…it's weird that she seems to come here but she's never mentioned this clinic before.”

Y/n smiled at her, “I used to work at another location but I recently opened up this place, Minji came in once because my old place would be open large at night, and now that I have my own business both her and Cherry followed me.”

Yoohyeon's ears perked at the mention of her leader's real name, not many people call her Minji. She decides to keep it to herself for now and focus back on her pet.

When the exam was finished and Y/N had declared Pie in decent health, she just needed to be on medicine for a couple weeks. Yoohyeon stepped out of the room, her mind still swirling with questions. As they walked out of the clinic, Yoohyeon shot Jiu with a knowing look. “You and that vet… something’s going on, isn’t it?”

JiU’s eyes widened, her face flushing red once again. “W-What? No! She’s just… a really good vet!”

“Mhm,” Yoohyeon replied, grinning now. “Right. A good vet in a clinic that cherry would walk around like she knows the place and the vet. She said you've only gone to her a couple of times. And she called you Minji”

JiU groaned, covering her face with her hands. She could already feel the teasing that was bound to come. But deep down, she knew that Yoohyeon had only scratched the surface—and it was only a matter of time before the rest of the girls figured it out too.

Many weeks later, JiU found herself unwinding after another long day of promotions by doing a casual live stream for her fans. She loved connecting with them, especially when things weren’t too hectic with the band’s schedule. It was late evening, and the mood was relaxed. JiU sat cross-legged on her bed, chatting with her viewers about their recent performances, her favorite snacks, and the cute antics of her dog, Cherry.

As she answered questions, laughing at some of the playful comments, she glanced over at her personal phone to check the time. It was 11:11. Having her guard down, JiU smiled and decided to share the moment with her fans. “It’s 11:11—make a wish!” she exclaimed, holding up her phone to the camera.

She hadn’t thought much of it at first. The live stream continued as usual, with fans sending in messages, some asking random questions, while others flooded the chat with heart emojis. It wasn’t until JiU lowered her phone that she realized her mistake.

Her lock screen—the one she had impulsively forgotten to change—was a photo of her and Y/N. The image was from one of their many weekend dates, this time outside a small café near Y/N’s clinic. JiU was smiling brightly, her arm wrapped around Y/N, who was still in her vet scrubs, a cap perched on her head, partially hiding her face.

At first, JiU didn’t react, oblivious to the significance. But then the chat exploded.

“Wait, who’s that?”

“Is that JiU with someone??”

“She's with a girl?????”

“I ship iiittt they are so cuuute”

"who's got our leader smiling like that"

JiU’s heart sank. She stared at the chat in horror, the reality of what she had just done hitting her like a freight train. Quickly, she pulled her phone back from the camera, trying to laugh it off. “Oh, uh, yeah... just... that’s, um, my friend,” she stammered, but it was too late. The fans were already putting two and two together.

The chat became a flurry of comments, questions, and theories, and no matter how much JiU tried to steer the conversation back to safer topics, the fans weren’t letting it go.

She quickly wrapped up the live stream, her hands trembling slightly as she ended the broadcast. Her mind was racing. She had just revealed Y/N to thousands of fans without even realizing it. And worse, her bandmates were probably watching.

As soon as she ended the stream, her phone buzzed with messages. Sure enough, SuA was the first to text her:

SuA: “So… about that ‘friend’ in your lock screen... care to explain?”

Yoohyeon: “Is it the vet?! Omg, I KNEW IT!”

Dami: “JiU-Unnie you’re busted…”

Gahyun "AAAHHH WHAT IS HAPPENING"

JiU groaned, burying her face in her hands. This was going to be a long night.

By the following weekend, JiU knew there was no avoiding it. After her accidental reveal during the live stream, her bandmates had been relentless with their teasing. Every day, someone would bring up “the vet” with a sly grin or an innocent question, making JiU squirm. Finally, she caved and agreed to introduce them to Y/N.

“I’m telling you guys, she’s shy,” JiU warned as she led them toward Y/N’s apartment. “So please, don’t overwhelm her.”

Dami, SuA, Gahyun, and Handong walked with her, the rest slightly behind them but all barely containing their excitement. “We’ll be good,” SuA promised, though the mischievous glint in her eyes said otherwise.

When they reached Y/N’s apartment, JiU hesitated for a moment outside the door, her nerves getting the better of her. She had told Y/N they were coming, of course, but that didn’t make it any less nerve-wracking. Taking a deep breath, JiU unlocked the door and stepped inside.

“Hey, love!” Y/N’s voice floated out from the kitchen before JiU could even announce her arrival. “I missed you. I heard about the livestream, ‘I’m sorry, Come here I'll give you a kissy, It always makes you feel better”

JiU froze in the doorway, her face flushing red as her bandmates all stopped dead behind her. She glanced back at them, wide-eyed and panicked. SuA’s grin was impossibly wide, Siyeon was trying (and failing) to stifle her laughter, and Gahyun had her hand over her mouth, her eyes sparkling with amusement and Handong pretends to gag at the cuteness

Clearing her throat awkwardly, JiU called out, “Uh… Y/N? We have… company.”

The kitchen went silent. A moment later, Y/N appeared in the doorway, her cheeks flushing bright pink when she saw the rest of Dreamcatcher standing in her living room. She was still wearing JiU’s hoodie, and her hair was a little messy from being tied up in a bun.

“Oh... hi,” Y/N said shyly, wiping her hands on her apron. She looked between JiU and the other girls, her eyes wide with uncertainty.

“Surprise!” Siyeon chirped, stepping forward with a bright smile. “We decided it was time to meet JiU’s mysterious ‘friend.’”

JiU cringed, covering her face with her hands. “I’m so sorry,” she muttered through her fingers. “I tried to stop them.”

But Y/N, despite her initial shock, managed to smile. She wiped her hands on her apron and stepped forward, her voice soft but warm. “It’s nice to meet you all,” she said. “I’ve heard a lot about you guys and I think it goes without saying that I'm a big fan of each of you.”

“And we’ve heard a lot about you too,” Gahyun teased, her grin widening. “You’re the famous vet who stole JiU’s heart.”

Y/N laughed nervously, glancing at JiU for reassurance. JiU quickly stepped forward, taking Y/N’s hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. “It’s okay,” JiU whispered. “They’ll love you.”

The evening turned out much better than JiU had expected. The girls quickly warmed up to Y/N, peppering her with questions about her job, her life, and—of course—how she met JiU. Y/N answered each question with a mix of humor and humility, and as the night wore on, her nervousness slowly melted away.

By the time they were all sprawled across Y/N’s cozy living room, laughing and chatting like old friends, JiU couldn’t help but feel relieved. Everything had gone better than she could have hoped.

“So,” Handong said, breaking the comfortable silence as they all lounged on the couch, “I think we approve.”

JiU rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips. “Gee, thanks.”

Y/N chuckled softly, leaning her head on JiU’s shoulder. “I’m glad to hear it.”

After the night wore on and the girls finally said their goodbyes, JiU and Y/N were left alone in the quiet apartment once again. JiU sighed, leaning back against the couch as Y/N snuggled into her side, the soft glow of the dimmed lights making the room feel cozy and intimate.

“Well, that wasn’t how I planned for tonight to go,” JiU said with a laugh, gently brushing a strand of Y/N’s hair behind her ear.

Y/N smiled, pressing a soft kiss to JiU’s shoulder. “It wasn’t so bad. Besides, now we don’t have to hide anymore.”

JiU looked down at Y/N, feeling a surge of warmth and affection fill her chest. “No more hiding,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to Y/N’s forehead. “Just us.”

Y/N glanced up, her eyes sparkling in the low light. “Just us,” she echoed, her voice soft and full of love.

They stayed like that for a moment, the comfortable silence wrapping around them like a blanket, the only sound being Cherry’s soft snoring at Y.N’s lap. JiU smiled at the sight of her little dog curled up so peacefully.

“You know,” JiU started, her voice gentle, “I never thought I’d find someone who makes me feel this… safe.”

Y/N shifted slightly, her head resting on JiU’s chest now. “What do you mean?”

JiU paused, her hand idly playing with Y/N’s hair. “With my schedule, the constant traveling, the craziness of being in the spotlight, I guess I just never thought I’d find someone who could be my calm in the storm.” She smiled softly. “But you are.”

Y/N’s heart swelled at JiU’s words. She sat up a little, turning so she could face JiU fully. “You’re my calm too,” she said quietly, her hand resting gently on JiU’s cheek. “No matter how busy things get, when we’re together, it feels like the world just… fades away.”

JiU smiled, her eyes softening as she gazed at Y/N. “I love you my Y/N” she whispered, her voice tender and full of sincerity.

“I love you too my Minji” Y/N replied, her voice equally soft as she leaned in to press a kiss to JiU’s lips.

The kiss was slow and sweet, filled with all the love and affection that had grown between them over the years. When they finally pulled apart, JiU couldn’t help but laugh softly, her heart feeling lighter than ever.

“What’s so funny?” Y/N asked, smiling as she tucked herself back into JiU’s arms.

“I was just thinking about how lucky I am,” JiU said, resting her cheek against the top of Y/N’s head. “I get to do what I love with the people I love, and then come home to you.”

Y/N’s heart fluttered at JiU’s words. “You make me feel like the luckiest person in the world,” she whispered, her voice full of warmth.

They stayed there, wrapped up in each other, the room filled with the kind of peace that only comes from being with someone you love deeply. The worries of the world felt far away, and in that moment, it was just them—JiU and Y/N, their little piece of happiness.

As the night grew quieter, JiU found herself lost in the comforting silence of the apartment. The soft glow from the streetlights filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle, warm light across the room. She could feel Y/N’s steady breathing against her, the rise and fall of her chest, a quiet rhythm that JiU found herself sinking into. It was peaceful—almost too peaceful, as if the world outside had paused just for them.

She glanced down and saw Cherry, her small dog, nestled against Y/N’s lap. Cherry was asleep, her tiny snores barely audible, but JiU could see the way her little body twitched from time to time, likely dreaming of something happy. JiU smiled, her heart warming at the sight. The three of them, safe and content in this little bubble.

As her eyes drifted from Cherry, she noticed that Y/N had also fallen asleep. Her head rested gently against JiU’s shoulder, her face soft with the calmness that only sleep could bring. JiU studied her, taking in the small details she loved so much—the way her lashes cast shadows on her cheeks, the peaceful curve of her lips, the way she fit so perfectly in JiU’s arms.

For a long moment, JiU just stared at them—her two most precious companions. She couldn’t help but feel a swell of gratitude, a wave of emotion that made her eyes glisten with unshed tears. In the quiet, as Y/N and Cherry slept soundly beside her, JiU felt a sense of peace she hadn’t known was possible.

It was in these moments, in the stillness of the night, that JiU realized just how lucky she was. She didn’t need grand gestures or fancy words to understand what she had. It was right here, in the simplicity of the quiet, the warmth of Y/N’s body pressed against hers, the soft snores of Cherry at their side.

JiU’s heart swelled as she leaned her head back against the couch, her gaze still fixed on the two of them. She was thankful—thankful for the love she had found, thankful for the way Y/N had effortlessly become her safe place, and thankful for Cherry, who had brought so much joy to her life.

She smiled to herself, feeling the weight of all her emotions settle in her chest, not as a burden, but as something warm and full. "Thank you," she whispered into the stillness, her words meant for the stars, for fate, for whatever had brought Y/N and Cherry into her life.

JiU let out a soft sigh, but instead of settling into sleep, her eyes flicked toward her bag resting at the side of the sofa. Gently, so as not to disturb Y/N or Cherry, she reached over, her fingers brushing against the soft leather of her bag. She unzipped it quietly and slipped her hand inside, pulling out a small, velvet box.

Her heart skipped a beat as she opened the box to reveal the engagement ring she had been carrying with her for the past few weeks. The ring shimmered faintly in the low light, delicate and beautiful, just like Y/N. JiU stared at it for a long moment, her mind racing with thoughts of the future—of the life she wanted to build with Y/N, of the promise she was ready to make.

As she looked at the ring, a sudden wave of emotion hit her. The thought of a life with Y/N, waking up beside her every day, sharing all the little moments and big milestones—JiU felt overwhelmed with love and happiness. Her eyes began to tear up, the weight of her contentment settling deep in her heart.

She realized that she had everything she had ever dreamed of—more, even. In this quiet apartment, with Cherry sleeping peacefully and Y/N resting so comfortably in her arms, JiU felt a sense of completeness she had never imagined. The ring was a symbol of their future together, and as she held it in her hand, the tears that welled in her eyes were tears of pure joy.

She glanced back down at Y/N, her heart swelling with love. Y/N’s peaceful face made JiU smile through the tears, and in that moment, she knew—without a doubt—that this was the person she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

With a soft, teary-eyed smile, JiU gently closed the box, placing it back into her bag. She wasn’t ready to propose tonight, but soon—very soon.

Carefully, she shifted back into the warmth of the sofa, wrapping her arms around Y/N again and pulling her closer. As Y/N instinctively snuggled into her, JiU rested her head against hers, closing her eyes with a contented sigh.

The time would come when she would ask Y/N the biggest question of her life, but for now, JiU simply let herself enjoy this moment—the calm, the love, and the certainty that their future was bright.

With her heart full and her mind at peace, JiU let the quiet of the night carry her into sleep, knowing that when they are together like this, nothing can damage their own little world.

AN: TY guys for reading, I just wanted to say that i opened up my asks, so if anyone has any questions or story request they can submit it. ty guys I love you all

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