#lee dami x reader

[let-them-read-fics]

Cloud Nine

Pairing: Dami x Fem!8thMember!Reader

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

Word Count: 3,218

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But regardlessly, within that, you found true beauty. 

-

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

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

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

But for the most part, the darkness won out. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good. I know you needed it.”

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

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

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

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

“What made you think that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She chuckled to herself at that. 

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

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

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

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

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

Who were you to deny yourself something so perfect?

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just shut up and fuck me.”

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

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

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

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

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

“All your fault.” You struggled out. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yu–”

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

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

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

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

A kind of turbulence that you never wanted to end. 

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

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

How could you be so perfect?

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

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

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

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

“Baby…”

“Just keep going,” you whined, trembling. 

She nodded and obediently followed your instructions. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Cum, baby,” she directed. 

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

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

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

“Morning, ladies,” he said. 

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

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

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

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

[yubin-insomnia]

Clumsy Panda

[mandu-17]

DREAMCATCHER reaction to their girlfriend sending them a thirst trap

Requested by: @marrynikole

Request: Dreamcatcher reacting to their girlfriend sending them a thirst trap 👀

A/N: this request is soooo cool, i'm sorry for the long wait

Jiu

The moment Jiu saw the picture you sent, her eyes were blown wide. She quickly looked around to make sure no one else could see your half naked body displayed on her phone. Gosh you looked so good, she thought with a loud gasp. The other members looked at her questioningly, she had to give them a poor excuse that she just saw a cute phone case on sale, but luckily they bought it and didn’t dig any deeper. Everyone knew how Jiu could get at phone cases.

Trapped at work all she could do was to imagine the naughty things she’d do to you if she’d been there. For the rest of the schedule, Jiu stayed quiet with her mind running wild. Next time she’ll see you, she’ll have to teach you a lesson - torturing her the way you did was strictly forbidden.

Sua

Sua’s screams were nothing new to anyone who’d known anything about Dreamcatcher. This time her scream was surprisingly even more high pitched. You just sent her a thirst trap. While she was working her ass off, adding final touches to the new choreography. Sua couldn’t remember the last time she felt so frustrated. You were so far away, it was not fair. Despite having pure intentions, truly wanting to create a dancing masterpiece - she knew the practise was over. There was no way she’d be able to focus on anything else now. A defeated sigh left her mouth as she packed her bag in a hurry before announcing the end of work. She was speeding through the city late at night, feeling this wild urge as if your body was calling out for her.

Siyeon

Poor Siyeon was pouting at her phone. She was so far away and it was very late. Everyone was asleep already, as her and the members had left Seoul for few days to shoot a new variety show. Like a lost puppy she could only look and admire the beautiful shape of your body. Her finger traced your curves on the screen, but she would give anything up in order to have you physically by her side. Oh, the things she’d do... Two could play this game though, she smiled after a moment of realization. She wrote what she’d do if you were together. Before she really acknowledged it, she pressed ‘send’ to a message that was describing her intentions incredibly well. You replied right away. Who said sexting wasn’t allowed?

Handong

Dongie’s mouth fell open, but her hand was fast to cover it. Before anyone could see what was on her phone she locked it. With a deep breath, Chinese looked around the room - she tried to stay calm or at least appear to be fine. Handong gulped thickly and excused herself from the almost full recording studio. She found a place to sit in the hall, that’s where she clicked on your message again and let her eyes wander properly. A disappointed sigh left her lips. Why would you do that to her? Why would you send something like that when you perfectly knew that it’d only make her blood boil? She definitely had to take care of you so that you had some boundaries. Simulating feeling sick suddenly became a very tempting idea, she smirked.

Yoohyeon

Yoohyeon literally choked on the water she was drinking causing many eyes to turn in her direction. She quickly apologized and affirmed that she was fine before heading off to the quiet corner of the room. Then she was able to take a decent look at the pic you’d sent. Utterly frustrated, she bit her lip hating the fact that all she could do for now was to stare at the screen. Gosh, she wanted to touch you again. Frankly speaking you got her worked up within a second. It took one silly thirst trap for her to forget about the whole world. Trying her best not to blush too much, she responded with a short text and put the phone away. It was a busy day with no hope of going home early, Yooh had to focus on her job. The sooner she’ll be done the sooner you’d be in her arms.

Dami

Dami had to clear her throat. It became dry once she opened her chat with you. With no hesitation, she went to the nearest bathroom hoping for some privacy. She wouldn’t bare it if anyone at the company saw the things you were sending. It’d be very embarrassing. Very. Back to the situation you put her in, Dami shook her head slightly amused at how desperate you could get for her. Her fingers already working on a response, as tip of her tongue swirled across her top lip. She had to be fast, entire team was getting ready to perform on stage. Sharp yet playful message was perfect, it’ll only get you worked up more for her, as she had job to do for now. Afterwards she’ll additionally remind you not to provoke her in the future.

Gahyeon

Gahyeon’s blush was deep red. She was very whiny that day. It was cold, she was tired and now you were only adding fuel to the flames. On the other hand, she was simply amazed at the realization that it was so easy for you to make her want you more. Not even five minutes had passed and she was already feeling hot, breathing a bit heavier. She had never felt this way before. Ever since you entered her life you had coloured every piece of it. The fact that Dreamcatcher still had two more interviews planned that day kept Gahyeon slightly in check. A sneaky thought crossed her foxy mind though, she started to look for excuses in order to leave work earlier than usual. One time wouldn’t hurt anybody, right?

[51faces]

Loudest Love

Dreamcatcher's Lee Yubin (Dami) x Female reader

AN: Please read.

Hi Lovelies! 🌟

I don't know how or why, but I can't believe I finished this story after only a short amount of time! It feels surreal! I truly hope you all enjoy it as much as I did writing it. 💖(sorry for any mistakes)

I don’t want to spoil too much, but I do want to give a quick heads-up: TW: Homophobic comments and hate speech appear in this story, so please be mindful while reading.

Thank you all for your support! I can't wait to hear what you think! 😊✨

Much love, Fae 🫰 🐰🐤🐺🐱🐶🐼🦊 🫰

P.S. This hairstyle on Dami is just chef's kiss! 👌💕

Dami sat in the now-quiet café, staring at the empty seat in front of her, where Y/N had just been moments ago. The door had closed behind Y/N with a soft chime, the sound lingering in the air like an echo. It hadn’t been long, yet it felt as if a lifetime had passed since their last shared gaze. Y/N's gentle voice still hung in the air, soft and melodic. "Take care of yourself, okay?" Those words had filled the room with a warmth that clung to Dami, even as Y/N disappeared from sight.

Dami pressed her lips together, fighting the swell of emotion building inside her. Her chest tightened under the weight of Y/N’s parting words, the simple phrase wrapping around her heart like a vice. For months, Dami had convinced herself that pushing Y/N away was the right choice—necessary, even. She had told herself that she was protecting them both, shielding them from the uncertainty of the future. But now, sitting in the café with Y/N’s absence settling like a shadow in the space around her, she could no longer ignore the nagging doubts. The seat across from her felt painfully empty, a hollow reminder of what she had let slip through her fingers.

Outside, the world carried on, blissfully unaware of her inner turmoil. Sunlight streamed through the café’s large windows, casting patterns across the polished tables. Pedestrians hurried past, caught up in the rhythm of their own lives. But for Dami, the vibrant scene was muted, the world around her blurred and distant. The laughter and chatter of other customers seemed miles away. She traced the rim of her coffee cup, the cool porcelain grounding her, though her heart felt like it was on fire.

The walk back to her apartment felt endless. Each step weighed heavier than the last, as though she were moving through quicksand. The cobblestone streets stretched on, seemingly without end. With every step, memories of Y/N replayed in her mind: their spontaneous adventures, late-night conversations that had stretched into the morning, the sound of their laughter intertwined like a song. The things she had taken for granted now stood out vividly in her mind, reminders of a bond she had severed.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, notifications from her bandmates about upcoming schedules—rehearsals, concerts, meetings. But they felt intrusive, foreign, as though they were messages meant for someone else. Dami barely glanced at the screen. The world of Dreamcatcher, once her entire focus, now felt distant. All that occupied her thoughts was Y/N: her radiant smile, the crinkle of her eyes when she laughed, the comforting warmth of her presence.

The emptiness in Dami’s chest deepened with each passing moment. It was as if part of her had been carved out, leaving a void that pulsed with longing. She wanted to reach out, to take back the words and actions that had pushed Y/N away, but all she could do was trudge on, lost in a haze of regret and unspoken apologies. The question gnawed at her: would she ever get another chance, or had she permanently closed the door on a future with Y/N?

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Weeks passed. Dreamcatcher’s tour was in full swing, and stepping back on stage, Dami felt as though nothing had changed. The lights blazed bright and blinding, cutting through the darkened arena. The cheers from the crowd washed over her, rising and falling in waves of excitement and adoration. The energy in the air was electric, the familiar buzz of thousands of fans chanting their names, creating a wall of sound that usually wrapped around her like a warm embrace.

But tonight, it all felt distant. As though she were separated from it by an invisible wall. She executed every move with the precision expected of her, her body in perfect sync with the music, but her heart wasn’t there. It was somewhere else—tethered to memories of Y/N, playing on an endless loop in her mind. No matter how much the crowd roared, it couldn’t fill the hollow ache that had taken root inside her.

When the shows ended and the adrenaline faded, Dami retreated to the quiet of her room. She would scroll through her phone, through old conversations and photos with Y/N. Every night was the same—revisiting memories of happier days, sun-drenched afternoons, carefree outings, late-night talks. Each photo was a reminder of what she had let go. Y/N had been her anchor, the one constant amidst the chaos of her life, and Dami had pushed her away, thinking it was the right thing to do.

JiU was the first to notice that something was wrong. After a particularly grueling rehearsal, where the choreography felt more like a chore than an escape, she pulled Dami aside. "What’s going on with you?" JiU asked, concern laced through her words. "You’ve been off for weeks."

"I’m fine," Dami said automatically, her voice flat. But even she didn’t believe it.

JiU crossed her arms, her expression unyielding. "No, you’re not. I can see it, Dami. You're not yourself. Please, talk to me."

For a moment, Dami stood in silence, staring at the floor. The weight of her secret felt too heavy to keep carrying. Finally, she sank to the floor, pressing her back against the cool wall of the practice room. "Unnie, I messed up," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I pushed Y/N away because I thought it was the right thing. I thought if I focused on Dreamcatcher, it would keep us from disbanding. I didn’t want to lose everything again. I thought... I thought I was doing the right thing."

Her eyes filled with unshed tears. "But I was wrong. I lost the one person who was always there for me, and now… I can’t find her. I’ve been calling, texting. Nothing. She’s just… gone."

JiU knelt beside her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Dami, if she’s that important to you, you can’t give up. You have to fight for her."

"I’ve tried," Dami replied, tears slipping down her cheeks. "It’s been months. I don’t even know where she is."

JiU thought for a moment, then her eyes lit up. "I think I know a way to help."

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JiU sat in her room, preparing for a solo VLive session with the fans. The moment her stream went live, the chat exploded with questions and excitement. She smiled warmly, engaging with the viewers, but a thought weighed on her mind. After some lighthearted conversation, JiU’s expression grew more serious.

“I need your help with something,” she said, her tone soft but urgent. The chat buzzed with curiosity. “There’s someone we’ve lost contact with—someone important. We knew her as InsomniacGirl. If anyone knows anything, please reach out. This is really important to one of our members."

The chat went wild, with fans reminiscing about InsomniacGirl and vowing to help however they could. The hashtag #FindInsomniacGirl quickly trended, as Dreamcatcher’s dedicated fans sprang into action, determined to track down the elusive figure.

JiU ended the VLive with a hopeful smile, feeling a sense of purpose as she logged off. If anyone could find Y/N, it was InSomnia. She just had to hope it wasn’t too late.

The following days blurred together for Dami, each one bleeding into the next. Rehearsals, performances, and fan events came and went, but none of it reached her heart. Every night, she lay in bed, wondering if she had lost Y/N for good. Meanwhile, the Dreamcatcher fanbase was working like detectives, piecing together clues, until one fan finally made a breakthrough. A screenshot from a game company’s website showed Y/N listed as a graphic designer.

JiU’s phone buzzed with the news. A spark of hope ignited inside her. Y/N hadn’t disappeared completely—she was out there, working, living her life. Now, JiU just had to find a way to reconnect them.

Without telling Dami, JiU reached out to the company, hoping to arrange a meeting. It was a delicate situation, and she didn’t want to raise Dami’s hopes only to crush them. Her fingers hovered over the send button for a moment before pressing it, the weight of possibility hanging in the air.

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The restaurant was a quiet haven tucked away in the bustling heart of the city. Soft ambient music floated through the air, mingling with the savory aromas of grilled dishes and freshly baked bread. Sunlight streamed through the large windows, casting warm patterns across the elegantly set tables. JiU sat across from Y/N, whose presence was a striking contrast to the serene atmosphere. Y/N’s fingers were tightly clasped in her lap, knuckles pale, betraying the nervous tension simmering beneath the surface. Yet, that same calm confidence that had once captivated JiU remained—a quiet strength beneath the uncertainty.

“Thanks for meeting with me,” JiU said softly, offering a small smile, hoping to ease the tension.

Y/N nodded, her expression guarded, her eyes revealing little. The weight of the moment hung between them like an invisible wall. “I figured this was about Yubin,” she replied, her voice just above a whisper. The name seemed to fill the space between them, heavy with unspoken emotions.

JiU’s heart tightened at the mention of Dami. Leaning forward, she tried to bridge the distance that Y/N’s silence had created. “Yeah, it is,” JiU confessed, her tone gentle but unwavering. “She’s been a mess without you, Y/N. She thought pushing you away was what you needed, but she was wrong. She knows that now.”

Y/N looked down, and JiU could see the turmoil hidden beneath her calm exterior, the hurt etched across her face. It was clear that time had not yet healed the wounds from their separation. Memories seemed to flash behind Y/N’s eyes, the silence between them punctuated by the weight of what had been left unsaid.

“I’m not here to ask you to take her back,” JiU continued, her voice careful, seeking to reassure. “But I think you should know that she’s been trying to find you for months. She’s changed, Y/N. She realizes how badly she messed up, and she’s terrified it’s too late.” JiU paused, searching Y/N’s face for a sign of understanding. “If you still feel even a fraction of what she feels… I think you should hear her out.”

The soft clinking of glasses and the murmur of other patrons filled the quiet that followed. Y/N remained still, her gaze fixed on the table, deep in thought. JiU watched her closely, hoping to see a flicker of recognition, a hint of the emotions still buried beneath Y/N’s stoic exterior.

“In three days,” JiU said, her voice quiet but insistent, “come to the Dreamcatcher company. Just tell the front desk you’re Y/N, and Dami will be there, waiting for you.” She held her breath, the words hanging in the air. “If you decide not to come, we’ll understand. But she deserves a chance to explain.”

Y/N sat in silence, the weight of JiU's words heavy between them. JiU felt the unspoken connection flicker—perhaps Y/N still cared. After a moment of quiet reflection, Y/N thanked her softly and stood, her movements poised but hesitant. As she walked out of the restaurant, JiU’s chest tightened. Watching Y/N disappear beyond the glass doors, she felt a glimmer of hope, like the first stirrings of spring after a long, bitter winter—a chance for healing and renewal.

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The day had finally arrived, and JiU’s anxiety was at an all-time high. Every tick of the clock seemed louder, the seconds stretching unbearably as she waited for any word about Y/N. What if Y/N didn’t show? What if she had changed her mind? These thoughts gnawed at JiU, making her palms sweat and her heart race. She could barely focus on her own rehearsals, distracted by the fear that Y/N wouldn’t come. The anticipation felt suffocating, the hope of reconnection teetering on the edge of possibility.

Then, finally, her phone buzzed. It was a message from the front desk: Y/N was here.

Relief washed over JiU, like a cool breeze on a scorching day. Her heart leapt with excitement as she quickly texted the front desk, instructing them to bring Y/N to the third-floor practice room. Her hands trembled as she hit send. The next step was finding Dami.

Meanwhile, Dami dragged herself through another rehearsal. Each movement felt mechanical, as if her body was going through the motions while her spirit was elsewhere. The music that once set her heart alight now echoed hollowly. Thoughts of Y/N haunted her, a constant reminder of the emptiness she carried. She had resigned herself to the belief that Y/N was truly gone.

When rehearsal finally ended, JiU approached Dami with a smile that stood out against the day’s exhaustion. “Hey, Dami,” she said lightly, though the glint in her eyes betrayed a deeper urgency. “Can you head up to the practice room on the third floor? I need you to check something for me.”

Dami frowned, confused. “What for?”

“It’s nothing serious,” JiU replied, trying to sound casual, though her excitement was barely contained. “Just trust me, okay?”

With a sigh, Dami relented. She was too drained to question JiU’s request. “Fine,” she muttered, grabbing her water bottle as she made her way up the stairs, her thoughts heavy as ever.

Pushing open the door to the practice room, Dami fully expected to find it empty. But as she stepped inside, time seemed to stop. There, standing in the center of the room, was Y/N.

Dami stood frozen in the practice room, the once-familiar space now feeling like a sacred ground of memories and emotions she had tried so hard to bury. The scent of sweat mixed with the lingering fragrance of cleaning supplies filled her nostrils, but it was the sight of Y/N standing in front of her that made her heart skip a beat. For an agonizing moment, time seemed to stretch, and the world around them melted away. It felt like a dream, one she had replayed in her mind a thousand times, but never dared to believe would come true. Yet, there Y/N was, undeniably real and within reach, her presence igniting a fire of warmth and anxiety deep within Dami's chest.

Her heart raced like a drum, each beat echoing her want to rush forward and pull Y/N into her arms, to shield her from all the hurt that had stained their past. But hesitation gripped her like a vice; she remembered every moment of pain she had caused, every slice of regret that lay between them like a chasm. Dami’s hands clenched into tight fists, a physical manifestation of the emotional turmoil raging inside her. Each breath was laced with the weight of unspoken words, a thousand apologies clamoring for release.

“Y/N…” Dami’s voice emerged, shaky and barely more than a whisper, as if speaking too loudly would shatter the fragile moment they found themselves in. She swallowed hard, the lump in her throat betraying the tumult of feelings she had tried to suppress. She took a hesitant step forward, feeling as though the ground beneath her was both solid and precarious. “I’m so sorry.”

Y/N remained silent, her expression inscrutable, and the uncertainty reflected in her eyes tightened Dami’s chest even more. The dam she had constructed around her feelings gave way, and before she could restrain herself, a torrent of words spilled out. “I thought I was doing the right thing by pushing you away,” she admitted, her voice trembling with raw emotion. “I believed that if I focused on my career—on Dreamcatcher—I could secure a stable future for us, to provide and protect you from whatever challenges lay ahead. But I was wrong. I was so wrong. By looking too far ahead, I failed to see what was right in front of me.”

The tears that had threatened to overflow for so long began to gather in Dami's eyes, shimmering like fragile pearls ready to spill over the edges. She made no move to wipe them away; the soft warmth trickling down her cheeks felt like a release she had been desperately craving. In this moment, vulnerability surged through her, and she surrendered to it completely. She didn’t care anymore; this moment was too precious to hide behind the walls she'd built, too significant to mask with a facade.

She needed Y/N to understand how deeply this had shattered her, how the weight of her sorrow pressed heavily on her heart. “I’ve been so lost without you, Y/N,” she whispered, her voice cracking under the strain of her confession, each word trembling like a fragile leaf in the wind. “Every day, every performance—it’s like I’m just going through the motions, playing a role in a story that feels utterly hollow. None of it means anything without you; it’s just noise, just lights and distractions that can’t fill the void you’ve left behind. I don’t care about fame, success, or anything if I can’t have you by my side.”

As she spoke, her emotions poured out in a flood, raw and unfiltered. The world around them faded into a distant blur—the bustling crowd, the bright lights of the venue, the murmurs of fans—all of it dimmed in the face of her truth. The air between them felt thick with unspoken words, and Dami took a step closer, a desperate attempt to bridge the chasm that had formed between them. She searched Y/N’s eyes, hoping for a flicker of understanding, a glimmer of the love they once shared that had been clouded by silence and distance.

“I’ve realized that without you, all the accolades and applause are just echoes of emptiness,” she continued, her voice trembling but laced with unwavering sincerity. “You are my heartbeat, my muse. Please, just tell me there’s still a chance for us.”

Dami’s voice cracked under the weight of her emotions, each syllable tinged with desperation. Before she fully grasped what was happening, she found herself kneeling on the cold, hard floor, her palms pressed against the worn surface as if it were the only thing anchoring her to reality. Tears burst forth, streaming down her cheeks, glistening in the soft light that barely illuminated the room. They pooled on the floor before her, a silent testament to her pain and regret—unrestrained, unfiltered, a stark contrast to the fortress of composure she had built around her heart.

“Please… please give me another chance,” she begged, her breath hitching in her throat. Her eyes, once fierce and confident, now shimmered with vulnerability and longing. Each word was laced with a raw sincerity, a plea that echoed in the silence like a haunting melody. “I’ll do anything to make it right...” The tremor in her voice betrayed the storm of emotions swirling within her, a tempest that had raged for far too long. “…I’d even leave the group.”

The weight of her offer hung heavy in the air, a sacrifice she had never imagined making, yet it felt necessary, as if it were the only way to bridge the chasm that had widened between them. With every heartbeat, the truth of her feelings clawed its way to the surface. “Please, Y/N, I love you so much,” she choked out, her heart aching with the words. The pain of their separation was a fierce reminder of what she had lost, and the thought of losing Y/N again was unbearable. “I can’t lose you… I can’t.”

Her gaze locked onto Y/N's, searching for a flicker of hope amid the uncertainty that hung thick in the air. In that moment, nothing else mattered—only the possibility of redemption and the chance to reclaim the love that had slipped through her fingers like sand. Dami was all in, willing to sacrifice everything, driven by an all-consuming need to rewrite their story, to craft a future where they could be together, undeterred by the past.

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears as she watched Dami, her heart aching at the sight of the woman she had cared for so deeply reduced to this, pleading before her. Dami's shoulders trembled, her once vibrant spirit seemingly crushed under the weight of despair. Shadows danced across her features, highlighting the dark circles under her eyes that spoke of sleepless nights and endless worry. The sight sent a fresh wave of grief surging through Y/N, as memories of their laughter and shared dreams faded into the background, swallowed by the current moment of raw vulnerability.

Slowly, as if moving through water, Y/N knelt down in front of Dami, her knees sinking into the cool ground. With an almost reverent touch, she reached out and cupped Dami’s tear-streaked face in her hands. The warmth of Dami’s soft skin was a painful reminder of the warmth that had once filled their time together. Y/N brushed her thumb across Dami’s cheek, tracing the path of the tears that had flowed freely, her heart aching to erase the hurt that was etched upon her beloved's face.

“Yubinnie,” Y/N whispered, her voice thick with emotion, each syllable carrying the weight of the love and promises left unsaid. Her gaze softened, a profound tenderness glimmering in her eyes as the dim light of the room cast delicate shadows against the walls. “You know I’d never ask you to give up your dream,” she continued, her eyes searching Dami’s, filled with a mix of admiration and longing.

Every word she spoke was layered with understanding and a love that transcended time, reaching through the scars of their past pain. The air between them felt electric, humming with unspoken emotions and shared memories. Laughter, late-night conversations, and stolen moments flickered like echoes between them. “All I’ve ever wanted was to stand by your side,” she confessed, her voice trembling under the weight of her sincerity. “I forgave you a long time ago. The heart has a way of healing, even when the mind still struggles to let go.”

With a gentle motion, Y/N reached out, her arms open, offering a sanctuary amidst the storm swirling between them. “Come here,” she urged softly, her heart racing, every beat echoing with anticipation. In that moment, the outside world faded into insignificance. All that remained was the undeniable connection between them—the unbreakable bond that had weathered every storm and still bloomed in the warmth of their shared vulnerability.

Dami let out a shaky breath, her tears morphing into quiet sobs as Y/N enveloped her in a tight embrace, their bodies fitting together like two pieces of a long-lost puzzle. In that moment, the weight of months of separation finally began to lift, transformational air filling the space between them.

“I missed you so much,” Y/N said softly, her forehead resting against Dami’s, their breathing synchronizing in an intimate rhythm as they relished the warmth of each other. “I never stopped loving you.”

“Me too,” Dami whispered back, her heart pounding in her chest like a thunderous drum as she leaned in slowly, their foreheads brushing together. With a gentle, tentative touch, she pressed her lips against Y/N’s in a soft kiss, a kiss filled with every unspoken word, every unshed tear, and every ounce of love they had held for each other through the trials of their separation.

As they lost themselves in that brief moment of togetherness, the rest of the world faded away, leaving only the echoes of their heartbeats and the unbreakable bond they shared. In that nightmarish practice room, surrounded by mirrors that reflected every inch of their vulnerability, they discovered the truth that had eluded them for so long: love, once shaken, could always be rebuilt stronger, and with every trembling heartbeat, they were ready to start anew.

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Over the next few days, she seemed to shed her previous inhibitions, transforming from the gentle, reserved member of her group into someone radiating vitality and joy. The change was so marked that it became impossible for her fans to ignore. During interviews and livestreams, Dami’s once-sad demeanor was replaced with an effervescent brightness that shimmered through the screen, captivating audiences both old and new.

Gone were the days of her subtle smiles and lowered eyes; now, her laughter danced through every segment, filling the air with a buoyant lightness that had been missing for months. There was a newfound spark in her eyes—a flicker of happiness that hinted at transformative moments of her life. The fans, ever attuned to the nuances of her expression, began to speculate energetically about what had contributed to this newfound joy.

Social media buzzed with excitement as fan forums lit up with threads bursting with theories.

Dami’s glowing lately. I'm so glad she's happy and healthy 👀 one fan posited, their words laden with both hope and curiosity.

“What happened to make Dami so happy? And can I please have some?” queried another. “We all know why Dami’s smiling—InsomniacGirl is BACK in her life! #DreamcatcherLove”, they chimed in, connecting the dots of Dami’s recent uplifted spirit to the rumored return of the enigmatic figure from her past.

“JiU didn’t follow up on that VLive secret mission… Something’s happening behind the scenes 👀👀 #InsomniacGirl,” speculated another fan, whose excitement reflected a collective eagerness to learn more. They poured over past streams, hunting for any hidden clues or references that could shed light on the mystery surrounding Dami’s uplifted mood.

Despite the flurry of speculation and the narratives swirling through social media, Dami remained quiet about any personal changes in her life. After all the ups and downs she had faced in the public eye, she had learned to keep her private world tucked safely away from the relentless scrutiny that came with fame. While she was undeniably a star, she was also a young woman trying to find her own happiness away from the spotlight, especially after everything that had unfolded in recent months.

It was during one of Dreamcatcher’s biggest concerts of the year that the weight of this contrast—between her public and private self—seemed to blur. The anticipation in the venue was palpable, crackling like static electricity as the fans packed the arena to capacity. The air buzzed with excitement, a sea of passionate energy that rose to a crescendo as the lights began to dim. The crowd erupted, chanting the names of their beloved members in unison, their voices forming a wave of love and anticipation.

Amidst the flashing lights and thundering music, something deeper simmered within Dami, something unexpected that resonated beyond the show. It was a moment that would linger in the memories of fans long after the night had ended, marking a shift in the air, both on and off the stage.

In the front row, a familiar face stood out amidst the sea of ecstatic InSomnias. Y/N was there, cheering and waving her light stick with a joy reminiscent of her earlier days as one of Dreamcatcher’s most devoted supporters. 

A fellow fan, an avid Twitter user, caught sight of her and couldn’t believe their eyes. Y/N was back! They swiftly snapped a photo and posted it online with the caption, “Wait, is that InsomniacGirl in the front row?!? Omg, she’s BACK!” The tweet spread like wildfire, racking up retweets and likes at an astonishing pace.

“GUYS, IT’S HAPPENING! Y/N IS BACK AT DREAMCATCHER CONCERTS! Dami looks SO HAPPY! 😭😭,” another post chimed in, accompanied by a blurry but clear image of Dami beaming at the sight of Y/N.

Multiple fans joined in, their excitement palpable across social media. “I can’t believe Y/N is back, this is the cutest thing ever. #Dreamcatcher #InsomniacGirl,” one user tweeted, complemented by a flurry of joyful emojis. The digital atmosphere was electric, as pockets of fans around the globe celebrated the return of a beloved figure who had taken a hiatus.

Little did they know that Y/N's night was about to take a heartwarming turn. After the concert concluded, and after the euphoric chants of “Encore! Encore!” had subsided, the staff quietly escorted Y/N backstage. Confounded yet excited, her heart raced with a mix of nerves and anticipation as she navigated through the dimly lit corridors lined with posters of the band and photos from past performances. The electrifying vibe of the concert still hung thick in the air, but Y/N's focus narrowed down to what was ahead—seeing Dami again.

Suddenly, amidst the chaos of post-concert festivities, Dami spotted her. The world around them faded as she rushed over, her eyes sparkling with disbelief and joy. Without hesitation, Dami scooped Y/N into a warm embrace that felt like a cozy blanket. “I’m so happy you’re here,” she whispered softly, a tremor of emotion threading through her words. “This all started because I was selfish. I thought the band would get in the way, but now… I want to merge my life with yours. I don’t want to hide anymore.”

When the girls returned to the stage for their encore performance, Dami took the mic again, her heart pounding. The crowd quieted down, sensing something big was about to happen.

“I want to share something important with all of you,” Dami began, her voice steady but emotional. “Some of you might have guessed, but I want to say it out loud.”

In a moment that felt like a scene straight out of a fairytale, Dami rushed backstage, her heartbeat echoing the excitement of the thousands of eager faces waiting just beyond the curtain. Her eyes sparkled with determination as she grasped Y/N’s hand, pulling her into the spotlight. The crowd erupted into an uproar, recognizing Y/N as “InsomniacGirl,” a moniker that symbolized unconditional love and support in the vibrant world of fandom.

As the spotlight illuminated their faces, Dami momentarily paused, her gaze piercing through the sea of fans. “This person standing beside me,” she began, her voice trembling with emotion, “and I have shared our lives since childhood. We laughed, we cried, and we became each other’s rock, even when the biggest troubles we faced were as minor as spilling a juice box on a summer’s day.”

The crowd laughed and listened with rapt attention, their excitement simmering into something deeper. Dami turned to Y/N, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, mirroring the sentiment cascading from her heart. “She is the reason why so many of you Insomnia’s look up to me,” Dami continued, her voice thickening with emotion. “She helped mold me into who I am today, and I could not be more thankful for her presence in my life.”

Y/N’s smile widened, tears brimming in her eyes as she looked at Dami, the love that anchored her soul shining brightly in that electrifying moment. The warmth radiating from their connection was palpable, and the audience shared in their joy, holding their breath as Dami prepared to share a more intimate truth.

Dami took a deep breath, her voice growing more certain as she spoke to the crowd. “Some of you might know her as InsomniacGirl, the passionate fan who would brave every crowd and never miss a single stage. Others might recognize her as the incredibly talented graphic designer who breathes life into art,” she said, her gaze locking onto Y/N’s with unwavering tenderness.

“But to me, she is so much more,” Dami continued, her voice softening, each word carrying a deeper weight. “She’s my rock when everything feels too heavy. She’s the one who knows every part of me—the good, the bad, and everything in between—and still chooses to stand by my side. To me…” Dami paused, her breath catching as the emotion swelled in her chest. She took a shaky breath before continuing, her eyes never leaving Y/N’s.

“To me… she’s my girlfriend, my partner, and the love of my life.”

The words hung in the air, charging the atmosphere with raw emotion. The crowd erupted once again, louder than every before, not just for a beloved artist revealing a personal side, but for the beautiful love story playing out live on stage. In that moment, in front of thousands, Dami and Y/N became symbols of hope, love, and unwavering support.

Dami’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she shared this part of her life, her vulnerability radiating like a beacon. Y/N reciprocated with a warm smile, her heart breaking and mending all at once as the affection echoed throughout the crowd. The sight of Dami, filled with joy yet trembling slightly, only endeared her more to the audience, tightening the bond between idol and fan.

The moment ignited a frenzy on social media���clips from the performance quickly circulated, capturing the rawness of Dami's declaration. It was an iconic moment in pop culture history, one that solidified their love and showcased the undeniable connection they shared.

As the night continued, the group graced the stage one last time for a series of encores, launching into their beloved song “Silent Night.” The ending instrumental rushed through the crowd like waves, harmonizing with the still-echoing happiness from Dami’s heartfelt confession. Every familiar note felt imbued with a sense of solidarity and joy that only enhanced the collective elation in the arena.

When the lights finally dimmed, the crowd began to disperse, each fan leaving with memories of a magical, love filled night etched in their hearts. Y/N and Dami walked side by side into the post-concert haze, ready to face the world together. With fingers intertwined and spirits lifted, they stepped out of the limelight — both excited and apprehensive about what lay ahead. Love had become their greatest anthem, echoing louder than any song, a melody they would share wherever life took them next.

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In a heartwarming yet controversial turn of events, multiple clips featuring Dami of Dreamcatcher and her partner Y/N have taken South Korea by storm. It quickly gained traction, becoming a trending topic across various news outlets, blogs, and social media platforms. The duality of public reactions has resulted in a fascinating discourse surrounding love, acceptance, and culture in the conservative nation.

From the moment the clip aired, social media erupted with reactions that were as polarized as they were passionate. Fans and skeptics alike engaged in spirited discussions about the implications of Dami’s revelation. While many flooded timelines with support, expressing admiration and pride, others hurled insults, criticizing the couple for their openness. The social media landscape mirrored the nation itself, reflecting both progress and resistance to change.

Among the supportive messages were a slew of shockingly hateful tweets that laid bare the harsh realities of online discourse, especially when it comes to LGBTQ+ representation.

"Absolutely disgusting. She just destroyed her career. Good riddance. #BoycottDreamcatcher," one user raged, clearly unwilling to accept the couple’s relationship.

Some comments were even more brutal in their homophobia:

“Keep that filthy lifestyle away from us. Dreamcatcher is ruined now. Hope they lose all their fans. #BoycottDreamcatcher,” another tweeted viciously.

Others didn’t hold back their disdain, attacking not just the relationship, but their very existence:

"Of course another one of these idols is gay. What a freak. Hope she disappears. #DreamcatcherCancelled."

And in a particularly cruel attack, one user wrote:

"No one cares about your gay love story. You both should just stay in the closet or leave Korea altogether. #DreamcatcherOver."

Despite this wave of negativity, not only international fans but many Korean fans took it upon themselves to counterbalance the hate. As the news of Dami and Y/N’s relationship spread across social media, waves of support surged from both local and global fanbases. Hashtags like #DreamcatcherLove and #SupportDami began trending as fans expressed their unwavering loyalty to the duo.

"This is SO rare in Korea. My respect for Dreamcatcher just shot through the roof! #DreamcatcherLove 🌈❤️," one fan tweeted, encapsulating the sentiments of many who were proud to see representation manifest in such a high-profile way.

Some Korean fans highlighted the importance of their voices in this discussion, calling out others for their harmful views:

"We need more of this in our country. Dami and Y/N are brave, and we should support them. If you can’t, just stay silent. #SupportDami 🏳️‍🌈," one tweet read, signaling that support for the couple was growing even at home.

Support wasn’t limited to just the InSomnia fanbase. People from all walks of life and even outside the K-pop community voiced their admiration for Dami and Y/N’s story.

"I don’t even listen to K-pop, but their story is so beautiful! Love is love. #SupportDami #LoveIsLove ❤️🌈," wrote one user, showing how their relationship resonated with a much wider audience.

The emotional responses only deepened as more context about their relationship came to light.

"Dami met Y/N when they were kids?! This is some movie-level romance 😭❤️#DreamcatcherLove #SupportDami." gushed another fan, highlighting the endearing childhood connection that had evolved into a beautiful love story.

The flood of nostalgic memories and shared history only added layers to their relationship, compelling many to see it as a testament to true love.

"Y/N was always there from the beginning ... WHY AM I CRYING??? #DreamcatcherLove 💖," shared a user who felt genuinely moved by the authenticity of their bond.

Despite the barrage of negative comments and calls for a boycott, Dami's supporters remained undeterred. The backlash, instead of silencing them, only strengthened their resolve. Fans, especially the fiercely loyal InSomnias, rallied together, determined to drown out the hate with even louder voices of love and acceptance. Rather than allowing the negativity to dominate the conversation, they flooded social media with messages of solidarity, turning the controversy into a movement.

“If you’re mad about Dami’s announcement, you were never a true fan. ✌️ Love is love! #DreamcatcherLove #SupportDami🌈,” one tweet encouraged, reinforcing a culture of acceptance and inclusivity.

Some fans even took the homophobic criticism and flipped it into a call for action:

"If you're angry, how about streaming all of Dreamcatcher's songs instead? Let's go, InSomnia! #DreamcatcherForever 🏳️‍🌈💿," a passionate fan replied.

Moreover, InSomnia had no intention of backing down. They rallied under hashtags like #DreamcatcherForever and urged others to support the band in even greater numbers.

"Boycott?? More like buy all their albums! #DreamcatcherForever 🏳️‍🌈💿," one fan stated, turning a critique into a celebration of Dami and Y/N’s strength.

Others chimed in with playful confidence, saying:

“Dami coming out of her glass closet 😂 girl we BEEN knew 🌈#DreamcatcherForever ” affirming that the relationship was not a surprise to devoted fans.

The Dami and Y/N clip has not only sparked a dialogue about love and acceptance in Korea but has also fostered a sense of unity among fans, showcasing the powerful role that social media can play in shaping conversations around controversial topics. Much like their music, Dami and Y/N's story resonates on multiple levels, presenting a mixture of joy and resistance.

As discussions about gender identity and love continue to evolve, the world is watching to see how Dreamcatcher—and their inspired fans—navigate this cultural moment.

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Now, sitting at the same café where their hearts had once broken, Dami and Y/N found themselves in a moment that felt worlds apart from the past. The golden afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows, bathing them in warmth. The sounds of the bustling café faded into the background as their eyes met, a tender smile curling on Y/N’s lips.

“I still can’t believe you took me back,” Dami said softly, her voice fragile with emotion. “After everything I put us through... I thought I’d ruined everything.” Her eyes dropped to the table, her fingers tracing the rim of her cup nervously. “Breaking things off with you... it was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made. I’m so sorry for all the pain I caused.”

Y/N gazed at her for a moment, her eyes full of understanding, before a gentle laugh slipped from her lips. She reached across the table, taking Dami’s hand in hers, the warmth of the touch instantly soothing. “You don’t need to keep apologizing,” she said softly, giving Dami’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “It hurt at the time, yeah, but... that’s in the past. What matters is that we found our way back. And now we’re here—stronger than before.”

Dami’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she looked up, her heart full of emotions she wasn’t used to sharing so openly. But with Y/N, it felt safe. It felt right. “You make it sound so simple.”

Y/N smiled, reaching out to brush a stray hair from Dami’s face, her touch light and full of affection. “Because it is simple,” she replied, her voice as gentle as a whisper. “We went through something hard, but we came out the other side. We’re better for it. And honestly...” She gave a playful shrug. “I kind of like that I made Dreamcatcher’s Dami come crawling back to me.”

Dami let out a breathy laugh, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “Well, the fans certainly didn’t let me off easy.” She grinned, the lightness in her expression matching the joy in her heart. “But they’ve been amazing. They’ve had our backs the whole time. It’s overwhelming, really, to see how much love we’ve gotten.”

“#DreamcatcherForever,” Y/N teased, her voice full of warmth. “They’re incredible. It’s like they knew we’d find our way back before we even did.”

“They really did,” Dami chuckled. “I guess I wasn’t as subtle as I thought.”

For a moment, they sat in the quiet comfort of each other’s presence, no longer weighed down by the past. The pain they’d once carried had melted away, leaving only a shared future to look forward to. The world around them seemed to fall away, leaving just the two of them—here, now, in this perfect moment.

Dami’s gaze softened as she looked at Y/N, her heart swelling with a wave of gratitude so strong it almost took her breath away. “I’m so lucky to have you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I know I don’t say it enough, but I am. Thank you... for giving us another chance.”

Y/N’s smile widened, full of love and understanding, as she leaned forward. “There was never a doubt,” she whispered back. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Y/N leaned forward, her eyes soft and full of love, and Dami’s heart raced in her chest, warmth flooding through her as their faces drew closer. In that moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them surrounded by sunlight, as if the universe had conspired to make this moment perfect. Y/N’s hand cupped Dami’s cheek with a familiar tenderness, her thumb brushing lightly across her skin, and a soft breath escaped Dami’s lips.

Their kiss was immediate, full of a quiet, unspoken understanding that they had found their way back to each other. Their lips met with certainty, not rushed, but full of deep affection, each touch expressing all the words they didn’t need to say. The kiss was sweet, unhurried, but intense in the way it overflowed with love. Dami felt herself melt into it, her fingers intertwining with Y/N’s as she leaned in, their connection so complete that it felt as though no time had ever passed between them.

Y/N’s lips were soft and warm, and as they kissed, Dami felt the familiar closeness wash over her like a gentle wave, filling every empty space that had once been. The gentle rhythm of their breaths became one, the soft brush of Y/N’s lips against hers grounding her, bringing a peace she hadn’t felt in months. Dami’s hand slid to the back of Y/N’s neck, pulling her just a little closer, their foreheads almost touching as they both deepened the kiss, lost in the love that had carried them through so much.

When they finally parted, it was with a slow, tender retreat, their noses brushing together for just a moment longer as they stayed close, reluctant to let go. Dami’s eyes fluttered open, her heart swelling as she met Y/N’s gaze, the warmth of their kiss still lingering on her lips, a quiet promise that this time, they were truly home.

In a world that didn’t always understand or accept their kind of love, Dami and Y/N had found their way back to each other. Sitting together in the café where their story had once unraveled, their fingers intertwined, and their hearts beating in perfect sync, they knew that the path ahead wouldn’t always be easy. But whatever lay before them, they would face it side by side—stronger, unshaken, and bound by a love that had endured against all odds.

The quiet hum of life buzzed around them, the distant conversations of other customers and the clinking of cups barely registering as they sat, lost in the warmth of each other’s presence. For so long, they had been navigating separate lives, torn apart by the weight of fear and uncertainty. But now, in this moment—hands clasped, hearts full—they were whole again. Their love, once fragile and tentative, was now unbreakable, strengthened by the time and distance that had tested them.

And as Y/N’s thumb gently brushed over Dami’s hand, they shared a look that said everything words couldn’t. They didn’t need to be loud or visible for the world to know what they meant to each other. Their love existed quietly but fiercely, and in finding their way back, they had discovered something far more important: that love, when true and steadfast, could weather any storm.

In that simple, beautiful moment, they realized that they had already won. Not because their love was perfect, but because it had endured. They had fought for it, protected it, and found their way home to each other. And in a world where love like theirs was often questioned or hidden, that was the greatest victory of all.

It didn’t matter what challenges the future held. As long as they had each other, they had everything.

Because in the end, love was their truth. And in that truth, they had found the courage to belong, not just to the world—but to each other.

[ot7stan4life]

My Comfort

Jiu & Dami x Female Reader

*Requested*

(1 part - completed ✅)

Word Count: 2,400

Summary: Just as you and your seven members are getting set on stage to perform at an award show, you start to have a panic attack. Minji and Yubin pull you backstage to help you through it.

Warnings: depictions of panic attack, self-deprecating dialogue, fluff ending

You had never considered yourself an overly anxious person. In fact, you prided yourself for how well you dealt with stressful situations, especially since you were forced to experience them often given your occupation as a kpop idol. The worst it usually ever got was a nervous heartbeat and sweaty palms here and there that might’ve distract you long enough to forget choreo at a fansign or trip over your words in an interview. Never anything major.

Certainly nothing like this.

As you stood next to your members on a dark stage, taking your place before the performance began, an unavoidable dread hung heavy on your heart. You couldn't be sure what exactly caused it—maybe the exhaustion you’d felt after a year of nonstop shows and promotions, maybe the added pressure that came with greater recognition following your group’s first win, maybe the constant hate being thrown at you that seemed even more prevalent in the recent weeks—whatever it was, it made your body hyper aware of everything around you.

The hundreds of people with their eyes drawn to the stage where you stood, whispering and talking. All with their own judgmental opinions of you and your members and your song and performance. The cameras zooming in, filming your every move, there to catch any mistakes and project it for the audience to see and record it for the world to replay over and over again for as long as they wanted, critiquing every little detail. The stage lights flipping on, shining a spotlight on you like an object to be ogled at, now overstimulating your senses and blinding you.

Why was it so bright? Had these stage lights always been this bright?

Your mind was racing with endless thoughts, never able to decide which one to focus its attention on. It was like flipping through a photo book without stopping long enough to take in one single picture. Just a never ending cycle of images and thoughts flooding your mind when you should've been focused on the upcoming performance. But it only got worse when your brain seemed to process the clothes wrapped around your body. All the sudden they felt too small, too tight. You wanted to rip them off of you. They were suffocating, just like the lights and the people and the camera and quicker and quicker your lungs inhaled and exhaled, oxygen thicker and harder to breathe with every breath. Sweat beaded on your forehead and you soon felt lightheaded. Your limbs all tingled with a sickly cool sensation and your mind grew foggy. The crowd in front of you started to waver and spin as the ground below you grew unstable. You weren’t moving but the room around you was. There was so much noise and silence all at the same time and your heart stung in your chest and pounded in your ears.

You couldn't even hear the music start, but it didn't matter anyways because you were clutching your chest and falling to the ground before you could ever move, the performance a distant blur to you. In that moment you’d forgotten where you were altogether as black dots spotted your vision, spreading until all you saw was darkness. For a second you thought you might've passed out, and maybe you did, but the next you were being dragged off stage by two strong pairs of arms, secure around either side of your body with your own arms slung over their shoulders. All you could do was weakly step in stride with them as they lead you somewhere backstage. Your eyes were closed now, but that only made it worse.

Your thoughts were somehow even more overstimulating than the surrounding environment. Once you processed what just happened, they became less random and more intentional. More targeted. They scolded you for being so weak. So unprofessional. How could you just let something as routine as a performance overwhelm you? How could you let the opinions of those who didn't matter get to you? How could you pass out on stage in front of a live audience? How could you embarrass yourself like that? How could you embarrass your group like that? You ruined the performance. You made your group look bad. You let your members down. You let the crowd down. You let your fans down.

One after the other, shot after shot fired at yourself, breaking away your strength and busting through your once composed exterior. Tears that you didn't realize had accumulated underneath your eyelids spilled down your cheeks while your lungs fought hard to keep up with the fast pace of your heart. Everything hurt and you felt trapped inside yourself. You were sure you’d never be able to break free from the prison of your mind and escape the incessant torture of negative thoughts.

Until you heard a soft voice.

"Y/N,” though it was distant, it started to ground you. Pull you from the darkness that consumed you. You felt the cushion of a couch beneath you and one hand on your shoulder, the other on your leg. "Hey, look at me." Another pair of hands felt soft and warm as they were gently placed on your cheeks. The contact willed your eyes open and forced you to look up at her through your tears. Focusing on anything was difficult, but Dami seemed to understand this, calmly saying "breathe" followed by a repeated rhythm of inhaling and exhaling oxygen through her lungs. You closed your eyes again and focused on her breathing, eventually matching her steady pace. Slowly, the thoughts started to dissipate one by one, your mind zeroing in only on the sound of air leaving her lips. The excruciating hammering of your heart gradually slowed to a normal, bearable rate as you leaned forward into her touch. Just as your forehead met hers, everything seemed to calm and your mind was finally at peace once again.

"You're okay,” she whispered, smoothly brushing her thumbs across your cheeks to collect the stray tears falling down them. "I'm right here,” she reminded you. You weakly reached up to hold onto her wrists, finding comfort in the feeling of her skin against yours.

Dami took the contact as a good sign and hesitantly leaned her head back so that your foreheads were no longer connected, but left her hands cupping your cheeks. When you opened your eyes and sniffled, you found her looking at you with a concerned expression, yet she granted you a small smile in hopes that it might lift your mood.

"I'm sorry,” was the first thing you thought to say. Your voice came out weak, groggy from the crying fit that had irritated your throat.

A different hand appeared in your peripheral, raising to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, drawing your attention to a member you didn't realize was sitting next to you on the couch until now. "Don't apologize,” your group leader spoke gently but assuredly, her eyes glazed over with unshed tears upon seeing one of the women she loved have an anxiety attack right before her, rendering her helpless.

You let out an unsteady exhale before leaning back against the couch. Dami released her hands from your face, instead placing one on your thigh and the other in one of yours: a silent reminder that she was still there with you while your attention shifted to Minji. "I ruined the performance,” you voiced. It was true, after all.

"That doesn't matter,” Minji shot back, unhappy with the fact that you would ever blame yourself for something like this.

"Yes it does,” you pushed back, now fully aware of just how big of a deal this was. "We’ve been preparing for this all year and I ruined it." The back of your throat started to burn, warning of oncoming tears.

"You couldn't control it,” Minji insisted, her perfect, pink lips pulling down further into a frown the more you berated yourself. "That's not your fault, baby." She inched closer to you, affectionately brushing her hand across your cheek, making you look into her eyes. It was obvious she was trying hard to convince you to see the truth in her words, but the damage from your previous thoughts had already been dealt.

"That doesn't matter,” you repeated her words. "People were counting on us to do well." Your eyes focused somewhere in the distance, no longer looking at her or Dami. All you could think about was your fans and how much you had let them down. "The fans have been waiting for this all year and I blew it." Your jaw clenched while you tried desperately to fight back the tears.

"I guarantee you not a single fan cares about the performance right now,” Dami replied matter-of-factly. Truth be told she was a little angry that you cared so much about the performance when that was the most irrelevant concern in her mind right now. They both knew you were stubborn and often tough on yourself but this had taken it to a whole new level.

"Everyone out there is only worried about your well-being,” Minji added, using her thumb to tilt your chin up so that you were looking at her again. "You getting better is all that matters right now, you got that?" She cocked an eyebrow, her tone less gentle in order to get her point across.

Sighing, you gave in, "yes,” you accepted, pushing the blame to the back of your mind for now.

"Good." Minji finally allowed herself to smile. The mere sight of it never failed to make you feel better. "Now let me go get you some water,” she said, standing up and placing a soft kiss on the top of your head before leaving the small dressing room.

Dami squeezed your hand, bringing your attention back to her. "Are you okay?" she asked quietly, scooting closer to your side in her own sort of protective way, never tearing her eyes away from you. You knew she was still worried, especially since this had never happened before.

You sat up straight, turning more towards her before replying, "I'm okay." Squeezing her hand back, you leaned in closer, finding comfort in her warmth like before. "Thanks to you." Your words elicited a smile from her: a real, genuine smile. You couldn't resist yourself, scooting even closer to kiss it off her face in a show of gratitude. Just like earlier, she held your cheeks in her hands, keeping you there as if you might dissolve into thin air or pass out again if she didn't support you.

"You really scared me for a second there,” she mumbled when you separated, her voice unsteady. It was rare for Dami to show such vulnerability; that's how you knew her words weren't an exaggeration. She had seen it all happen in slow motion, her heart stopping dead in her chest when you dropped in front of her. Both her and Minji were quick to rush to your aid, not caring one bit about starting the performance. The other members carried on reluctantly, despite their obvious concern, knowing at least someone had to remain on stage to see the performance all the way through. Had it been up to them, they would've blown it off just to make sure you were alright.

"I know,” was all you could manage in response. It came as a shock even to you, so you really can't imagine how surprised and horrified they were. They all had such big hearts, especially Minji; it was very likely that seeing you in such distress was more painful for them to witness than it was for you to experience. "But I'm okay now,” you reassured the younger member, placing your hands on top of hers and giving her your best convincing smile. She reciprocated, though hers still appeared uneasy.

"Here, my love,” Minji's voice prompted Dami to release you from her hold, allowing you to grab the chilled water bottle the leader was handing you. You thanked her and took a sip as she resumed her spot next to you on the couch. Her hand instantly raised to comb her fingers through your hair while you drank, apparently not wanting to go a second without showing you affection. A silence washed over you as they both just watched you take slow sips of the water, allowing your mind and body to finally find some relief.

Once you drank enough water, you screwed the lid back onto the bottle. Before you could put it on the small table in front of you, Dami carefully grabbed it from your hands and did it for you. Though you could've done it yourself, you found her extra cautious and caring behavior heartwarming.

"The members were wanting to see you, but I told them to give you some space for now,” Minji informed you, her hand now playing absentmindedly with your fingers while she stared at you lovingly, her head propped up by her other hand on the back of the couch. "Whenever you're ready, we can go over there or I can send them over here, but there's no rush." She interlocked her fingers with yours, her patience and thoughtfulness causing familiar butterflies to rage in your stomach. "I also want you to get checked out by medical staff... just in case." Her lips pursed as if just remembering what happened all over again and the thought of it brought her discomfort.

"Okay,” you complied with a gentle smile of thanks. Though, you didn't feel it was enough, so you tugged on her hand, edging her towards you. She got the hint and leaned in to close the distance. Her lips moved rather hesitant against yours, almost like she didn't want to harm you any further. You let go of her hand and brought yours up to her face to pull her more into you, sighing against her mouth in content.

Even just a simple kiss from either of them could wash away all the bad feelings you’d ever felt. They were your comfort, and, from here on out, you swore to never take that for granted.

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

[newcaptainofsquad9]

Dreamcatcher Going to Pride with their Girlfriend Would Include...

Happy Pride month ya’ll!  There will be more Dreamcatcher content soon! Also! Let me know if you’d like to see any individual fics based on this concept with any of the members. Hope ya’ll enjoy!

JiU/Minji

•She’d be so excited and happy for not only you but also the people around you who are enjoying pride and the festivities as well. Will be holding your hand the entire time, smiling and rubbing your back if you’re nervous.

• So much laughter and corny jokes from her than usual. While painting your face in glitter along with whatever color of flag you identify with/represent she showers you in compliments. With a dash of punny jokes  

• “Y/N? Why is your hair so gorgeous? Such a mane right?”

“Thank you Ji. But why mane?”

“Cause looking at you and it makes me so prideful.”

• Minji would get so many stares and compliments from other gays, so much so that you’d get a bit jealous. It wasn’t just because of her beauty but of how friendly and open she was with them. Of course Minji told them she was happily taken, all the while taking you by the hand or waist, introducing you to them as your girlfriend.     

• She’s mesmerized by the floats and would most definitely drag you to a drag show (lol). 

 • Would kiki with all the drag queens/kings as if they were friends for years and tip the extremely well. 

• Kisses you whenever you both have moments to yourselves, thanking you for bringing her along and for having such love in her but also in your own self to celebrate this.  

SuA/Bora

• She is the one who suggested ya’ll go to pride together, would not stop talking about it until the day of.

 • Dresses up with you, always wanting to match. The only differences would be the glitter Bora threw across her chest and around her cheeks. She also gave you a bit of glitter too in trade for some affection.

• Bora dances everywhere and with anyone at pride, you always have to be a hype-woman or mediator for each and every dance battle your girlfriend participates in. 

• She also hypes up everyone who’s on a float, especially the drag queens/kings. Minji kiki-ed with them too but oh boy Bora is on a completely different level.  

• Waves yours and her own flag respectively and if you’re shy about it, she just screams and hypes you up even more. 

• Since it is pride, her affection and touching goes up a bunch as well. Kisses you every chance she gets for photos and just because she loves you.

“I’m so glad I’m able to celebrate this with you baby. Now how many kisses can I give you till my lipstick stays on your face!”

Siyeon

• Siyeon tagged along with you but would be adorably confused. 

 • Of course she’d be happy to be there but you’re going to have to explain some things to her. Once she learns however,  she’s all smiles, winks and finger guns--mostly at you.

•Another hottie folks can’t stop and flirt with but of course Siyeon is all about you and only you. 

• Will get so lost if you both go your separate ways, trying to find a band to watch or just something fun to do. Stumbles upon you in a line to get food, wide eyed, asking where you got that funnel cake from. 

• Loves just being in your presence having fun: arm around your shoulders while calling you gorgeous. She’s the cool girlfriend who’s always in your corner, urging you to try new things especially if it shows how much you love being/ expressing yourself

•Really wants to kiss you in front of the largest gay flag possible.

“Just one kiss, please? Don’t be scared, baby! We’re in a safe place.”

Cheers so loudly when she gets you to do it more than once.

Handong 

• Handong would be a bit shy in asking you to pride because I feel like she’s a person who’d like to keep her love private and to herself and her girlfriend.

• Loves seeing you happy and gush over pride so she asked if you wanted to go to the parade a few towns over. She came to you a bit sheepish, worrying you to death. 

“Is everything OK, Dongie?” 

“Yeah, I was just wondering if you wanted to go somewhere that would be special for the both of us?”

“And where would that be?”

• Takes you on a road-trip doesn’t tell you where until you witness the floats, rainbows, hand-holding and overall people having a grand time.

• Laughs so hard at your reaction, most likely will record it for herself and memories sake. 

•Let’s you take the lead on activities, but will always ask if you’re having a good time. She smiles back and answers cheekily that she’s with the woman she loves in a safe space, of course she’s happy.

•Gives you kisses when you aren’t looking and especially when it looks like you’re paying attention to a float or at a drag show.

“Hey, Y/N? Who’s that queen again?”

“Hmm? Oh that’s Mx. Sux A Lot. Why--”

Handong kisses your jaw swiftly prior to pulling away with an innocent smile.

“No reason.”

Yoohyeon

• Yoohyeon is literally volunteering at ya’lls local pride event. Asked you if you were going to come eagerly, saying she helped organize it and all. She thought she was so smooth but half the time she came across as corny. 

“So babe, I know we’ve been girlfriends for a few years but would you let me take you to pride? I got plenty of pride and love for you babygirl.”

“...”

“Please say yes.”

• Of course Yoohyeon shows you off to all the other volunteers and her friends alike, introducing you as your girlfriend and taking you to all the events with so much enthusiasm. 

• Takes you to each and every event to include some history behind it while holding your hand and pulling you close

  • Sua may be the main one dancing, but Yoohyeon also doesn’t mind dancing either, especially with you. May not may not twerk on you when and/if she gets a few drinks in her

•You have to take her home regardless and either way she clings to you for dear life, telling you how much she loves you. 

“You’re too good to me! I love you so much! You’re the best girlfriend ever!” she cried into your neck.

Dami/Yubin

• Yubin always wanted to go to pride with you but like Handong was a bit nervous to ask, most likely due to how much it meant to you and she didn’t want to just make it seem like a plain date. 

• Makes it special by helping you pick your outfit and giggling over what would look more or less gay. (Ya’ll went with more gay oki)

• More giggling would ensue when you finally get to the festival and embraced by the amount of love and acceptance. Yubin will not stop smiling and will be totally 1000 percent goofy. More goofy than usual.

 • Like with Minji, other gays will attempt to flirt with her and get her number and of course Yubin declines politely while bringing you into the convo or just stepping away entirely.

• She just wants to be with you either hand in hand or just beside you in any way.

•Gets extremely flustered when meeting yall’s favorite drag queens, freezing up by just being around them. Nudges you when you suggest the both of you try out drag yourselves.    

“Would we even look as good as them?”

“Of course we would Yubie! Now what would our drag names be?”

Gahyeon

• Gahyeon got more interested about pride after hearing it from Yoohyeon and really wanted to impress you by bringing you.

• Would gear you up on the trip there by jamming to a sapphic playlist she cultivated herself, looking proud while driving and holding your hand.

“Oh my God Gahyeon you put Janet Jackson on here too?”

“Yeah babe. She’s a queer icon in her own right, I did more research and I know how much you love her.”

• At the festival Gahyeon is all about the floats and the community aspect of pride. She’s all about the colors and just prancing around with you by her side wrapped in your flags, flanked by other people.

• Gahyeon is all smiles, very child-like just wanting to be with you and rush around like pride was your own personal playground (im sorry lol) 

 •Always has heart eyes when looking at you explain some historical context of a certain event or you just dancing and having fun. 

• Like Sua, she can also get loud when cheering in general.

•Will side eye and cuss out homophobes who try to encroach on the festivities. All the ladies will but Gahyeon will personally go over to have some choice words. Or actions. 

[lostlovesoul11]

[NEEDY]

pairing: siyeon x switch reader

warnings: masturbation, fingering, breast play, smut, public, degradation, edging.

word count: 1.5k

this is my first fic writing something like this. but uh..i siyeon just makes me feel SOMETHING ugh

You've been invited for a dinner meal by a friend. What you didn't expect was seeing a beautiful girl amongst everyone else.

"Who was she? you wondered.

As you introduced yourself, your friend introduced you to her. Her name was Siyeon. Fuck, even her name sounds sexy. Bringing your hand forward you shaked hands with each other. Feeling the softness of her hands, you didn't want to let go.

"Nice to meet you, Siyeon".

"Nice to meet you too, reader".

Her eyes were still, almost like she's hypnotised. You can feel yourself get sucked in to her deep black eyes.  Both of you removed your hands and sat in your seats. She was sitting opposite you, even better for you to witness her gorgeous beauty.

The food has arrived and everyone has started to eat. Each bite you consumed, you was getting watched by Siyeon. You knew something was up. Constant stares were making you feel heated, all you thought of since the very first moment you saw her was to dive inside her pussy. But you noticed how seductively she was sucking on the ribs she was eating. Fuck, you already felt a puddle of wetness through your panties at the sight of her. Wondering how nice her tongue will feel deep inside your wet pussy. Making you wish you was in that position instead. She knows what she's doing. She saw how you kept moving around your chair, feeling slightly uneasy. You finally excused yourself to go in to the toilets, feeling overwhelmed with horny thoughts. A part of you wished that she would follow up behind too.

You heard the bathroom door open and of course as you suspected. Siyeon. With a smirk on your face, you made your way to her, making her take gentle steps behind.

"Ah look who we have here, hm?"

"Did I make it too obvious?" you hear her say with a slight laugh.

"Oh very obvious, so obvious how you want to have me so bad."

"Not my fault you looked absolutely hot baby, just want to please you so badly" as she moves closer to your face, bringing her soft hands roaming all over your body. You felt the sensations overwhelming you whilst she pulled your top up, exposing your lovely breasts. Cupping them in her hands as Siyeon starts rubbing them with her hands.

"You have such cute breasts baby, do you like how I touch them?".

"Very much" you reply as she increases the pressure of her hands, making your nipples hard.

Feeling Siyeon's mouth come on to your breasts, you tilt your head back on the bathroom door. "Oh shit.." feeling extremely aroused.

Siyeon began to flick her tongue all around your nipples before she sucked them in slowly then slightly hard. She kept eye contact, loving the way she watches you in delight pleasure. Grabbing her silky hair you caressing it gently. You moaned so much feeling the pleasure of getting your nipples stimulated.

Siyeon made her tongue circle around your breasts, then chest nearing the side of your neck. You felt goosebumps as her cold breath hits. Feeling yourself get weaker in her touches, she brings her lips to yours. Your lips were pressed against hers. God her lips were so soft. Tasting the cherry scent of her lip balm, you increased the flow between your lips. Opening your mouth allowing her tongue inside. Her hands were slipping inside of your soaked panties, circling across your wet pussy.

"Mmmmm..." you moaned right inside of her mouth as you were grinding on her fingers, begging to have inside.

"Such a needy pussy you have baby".

"Needy for you".

Siyeon slips her fingers inside whilst you were passionately kissing her. She grazed her fingers all over your wet folds, before she thrusted her fingers inside.

"O- fuck!.." her fingers felt so great inside of you, adding more fingers inside created more pleasure. Siyeon ramming her fingers inside of you coating it all in your wetness, watching you gasp hard.

"Going to be a good girl and cum for me baby" she says in her sexy sultry voice. Having her eyes on you watching you squirm under her feels so overpowering.

"Mmm Siyeon want to feel your tongue on my pussy too"

She comes down and brings her tongue all around your entrance, taking it all of your wetness. Licking the folds all clean before she enters and tongue fucks your pussy.

"Fuck... feel so good mmm.. been wanting your tongue in here after watching you eat so badly..."

"Just had to tease you baby"

she says and you immediately thrust yours hips forward pushing in her tongue even deeper inside your wet pussy. Grabbing Siyeon's hair tight you force her head in even more, its what she gets for purposely teasing you.

"You whore... o- Fuckkkk.... im about to cum"

"Cum for me baby want to taste you so bad"

Your whole body was shaking, legs trembling from the orgasmn that happened. Rolling your eyes back and loudly moaning, you cummed all over her mouth and tongue.

"Mmmm baby you taste so good" as she licked off all your cum, salivating the taste. Getting her fingers out and sucking them as she watches you. You cannot resist how fucking hot she looks just doing that.

"My turn now"

you say quickly pushing her back against the cold bathroom door. Feeling almost animalistic, you took off her clothes and buried your face between her milky breasts. You start kissing up her chest and indulge in a passionate kiss.

Sucking her breasts one at a time then going back to kiss her because you wanted all of her. Her soft lips. A slip moan escaped her mouth as your dancing with her each others tongue. With both hands your rubbing her gorgeous breasts and humping against her, hitting the bathroom door.

Her thighs were so beautiful as you roamed your fingers all around them. Her legs were open seeing the mess created between. She was so wet. Her scent was almost intoxicating and you couldn't wish to be inside of her so badly.

Siyeon's breathing gets heavier as your fingers graze all over her body. "Mmmm.."

You bring your finger inside of her soaked pussy and start fucking her with your finger.

"You're such a slut"

You said as you smirked watching her find pleasure in your finger fucking, pushing them deeper. She wasn't meant to be letting this happen but she couldn't resist the moment she saw you.

"Bet you love this don't you"

Siyeon bites her lip and moans, "mmm.. yes it feels so good"

"So wrong how your friend is outside yet your here, creaming all over my fingers slut"

Feeling the pleasure Siyeon keeps moaning, your fingers felt so different hitting the spot perfectly.

"Mmmm... fuck... baby"

"Imagine she walked inside, i bet you'd still beg me to make you cum"

"Omg..fu-ckkk yesss I think i'm going to cum"

Immediately you remove your fingers out of her wet pussy. You didnt want her to cum so quickly, nope.

"Baby... please.." she whimpered.

"Aw you're so desperate, letting me use you like this" you said in pity.

You went down on her, since the first meeting all you thought about was devouring that pussy up. Slowly stroking your fingers on her thighs and replacing them with kisses. Going towards her inner thighs and licking them, Siyeon felt so much stimulation she could literally cum from it. Your tongue felt so nice around her, making your way up slowly to her drenched pussy. Licking your lips, you dive inside.

"Om-g ba-byy...!" Siyeon felt so overwhelmed by your mouth.

"Wanna eat your pussy so bad"

You clean out all her mess with your tongue swallowng it all. Her juices were so sweet. You start ramming your whole face and nose inside of her pussy, not caring to even breathe. Just wanting her pussy and swallowing every drip. Holding her hands down and savagely ramming my tongue mouth fucking her.

"Baby.. IM GOING TO CUM.."

Siyeon trembled and you felt her legs shaking as her orgasm comes. Opening your mouth, making loud sounds and sucking in all her cum as you ride her orgasm with your mouth. Swallowing all of her and gulping the cum down your throat. You waited to give her another orgasm as she settled down.

"Come on whore, cum on me again"

Rubbing her clit so aggresively, slapping your tongue and mouth on her once again. Siyeon grabbed the back of your hair and pulled it rough.

"Wrap your legs around me"

you say as she does. Wanting to feel her completely wrecked and pleasured. You held her hips since Siyeon struggled to keep her body on your mouth.

Yet again, ravaging your whole mouth on her sweet pussy, you made her orgasm again.

"Fuckkkk... baby.. felt so good"

Sucking and swallowing her cum like it was your last meal. She looked so pretty struggling and squirming underneath you.

You rush up towards her lips and give her the sloppiest kiss.

"Such a good whore for me, taste yourself".

Diving into the wet kiss, sucking in each others juices off. So delicious. You loved feeling her soft lips, never wanting to stop.

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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. 

◤─────•~❉᯽❉~•─────◥

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. 

◤─────•~❉᯽❉~•─────◥

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.

◤─────•~❉᯽❉~•─────◥

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–”

“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. 

[ceoyjw]

why him? || lee hyunjae

pairing: hyunjae x gn! reader

request: yes

genre: fluff and comedy

warnings: profanities, wrong grammar and typos, my humor

a/n: the title and header made it look like its angst T^T i promise u its not, its just fluff and comedy <3 Enjoy!

The boyz recently had a comeback, and due to that Hyunjae and the other members are busy. And you understand that.

So when their schedule was not that packed, Hyunjae made sure to ask for a couple of albums from the staff to give you some, so that he could make up for the times he was busy.

But he wasn't expecting for you to receive none of his photocards.

"Y/N I'm home!" Hyunjae shouted once he entered your shared apartment.

"Hi Jae! How's your day been?" You reply while welcoming your boyfriend with a hug.

"It was good, but seeing my significant other again made it better." He replied while reciprocating your hug. "Y/N I have a gift for you!" Hyunjae said and gave u a paper bag.

"Hm? What are these?" You asked

"Open it!" Hyunjae excitedly said. Due to your boyfriend's eagerness, it also made you excited and opened up the paper bag.

Your eyes widened at the site of albums in front of you.

"Hyunjae? Why are there 11 albums here?"

"So more chances of you getting my photocards!" Hyunjae smiled at you.

"Ohhh, thank you, love! I appreciate it. But you didn't even have to give me albums, its better for me to buy them! So that it could help on charts." "That's fine! Plus, I asked for them so I could make up for the times when I was busy."

"Jae! That was unnecessary, and I understand that you cant be around much, since its your guys' comeback season." "Well I can't do anything with the albums anymore, I can't give them back if you don't want them" He shrugged.

"Well I didn't say I didn't want them! Its just 11 is an excessive amount! one album would've been fine." You exclaimed

"There's nothing we can do about it, just open it" Hyunjae whined while stretching the word 'it'.

"Okay! Okay!"

After opening 3 albums

"Look Hyunjae! Its Sunwoo! I miss the maknaes Jae." You said while pulling Sunwoo's photocard. So far you have 2 Jacob , 1 Sangyeon, and 1 Sunwoo photocards.

"I mean, no one's stopping you from visiting the dorm. I bet Changmin would want to watch horror with you again. Or even Chanhee, I think he wants to go shopping with you soon." Hyunjae said from beside you

After opening 8 albums, you now have 3 Sangyeon, 2 Jacob, 1 Younghoon, 2 Changmin, 1 Juyeon, 1 Chanhee, 1 Haknyeon, and 5 Sunwoo photocards. But still no Hyunjae.

"Hyunjae! Look I got another Sunwoo! I think its a sign that I should see the members again" You said to Hyunjae.

What you didn't notice was that Hyunjae was sulking a bit because you haven't received any of his photocards, and only 3 albums are left.

And now you're opening your last album, and still no Hyunjae photocard.

"Jae look! Its Chanhee and Changmin! Waah no I have 22 photocards!" You happily exclaimed.

"But, baby," You can already hear the frown in his voice. "You didn't even pull any single phohotcard of mine!" Hyunjae sulked on your shoulder.

"Aaw, its okay bubs. At least I can have any picture of yours in my photos." You said while looking at him.

"Plus, at least I pulled you in real life, right?" Hyunjae blushed at this and pushed his head deeper on your shoulder. You giggled at his reaction.

"Now bubs, ask the members if I could meet them tomorrow!"

What Hyunjae didn't expect was the members teasing him the next day for his significant other not pulling any of his photocards.

[mandu-17]

DREAMCATCHER reaction to falling for 8th member

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: hello! could i request a dreamcatcher reaction to how they realised they've fallen for 8th member reader, and how they would react to it? thank u :3

A/N: it's a bit different from my other reactions but i still hope you'll like it!!

Jiu

Understanding her feelings for you came to Minji really hard. As the leader of the group, she was very care taking and always made sure her members didn’t lack anything. To her, there was never need to question her actions towards you. Minji simply played her role as mother of the group. Actually, it was Sua that made her realize that she tended to look and smile at you a little longer. For that Minji was grateful, it helped her to put pieces together.

She knew what she had to do next. Hiding or suppressing her feelings would be harmful for the whole group so she was determined to confess and just be honest with you. You deserved it.

Minji did a lot of overthinking but despite that she knew that whatever your answer would be, she'd accept and respect it like the mature woman she was. She only hoped that you won't feel weird around her from then on.

“Y/N, I don’t ever want to loose what we have, but I think I’m falling for you and you should know that.”

Sua

Drinking together was always one of favorite moments for Bora. This time it was just the two of you since the other members had scheudles early in the morning and prefered to get some more rest. Bora could feel that she was already drunk although because of tiredness she didn't feel like anything else but cuddling you on the couch. It was more than enough for her, only with you she could feel calm and relaxed. Dancing or joking around as usual was pretty fun, yet she learnt to cherish these quiet moments with you just as much.

She glanced at your red cheeks, you've drank almost as much as she did and she found it so cute that you wanted to keep up her pace. Then her eyes wandered to your closed eyes although she knew you weren't asleep yet.

Lastly, Bora looked at your lips. That's when she realized how badly she wanted to taste them. You wouldn't mind, she thought before closing the gap between you two.

"Sorry, I just really had to kiss you right now."

Siyeon

When Siyeon proposed going shopping, there was no way you'd refuse. You loved spending time with her and in fact were looking for a new dress to buy which is how you found yourselves in a nice dressing room. Siyeon was sitting on a chair when you were trying the dress on. It was nothing new, as you all lived together and saw each other in many different forms.

Once you were analyzing how the dress looked on you, you turned your head around to ask for her opinion.

"I liked it more off of you." She said it so casually yet both your and her eyes went wide at her sudden comment. "I-I mean it is pretty but maybe not that color."

You giggled at that typical for her behaviour, your cheeks a little warm. Little did you know that the moment you left to get another color, Siyeon was deeply thinking about you and not in a way she used to, she didn't feel guilty though. She had a hunch that maybe you liked her too.

It was only a matter of time until she'll talk to you about your relationship.

Handong

It was raining heavily in Seoul which added more to Handong's upset mood. She woke up feeling homesick for the first time in a while. In fact she didn't know how to tell her members because they've only been like a real family and she didn't lack anything. So she preffered to stay in her bedroom the whole day, alone with her thoughts.

On the other hand, you already knew that something was up. You also knew that Dongie didn't really share what's on her mind which was why you gave her the space she needed. After a few hours of her not coming out you decided to order some of her favorite chinese food and surprise her. A soft knock on her door startled her, she turned her head from the window to see your hesitant form in the doorstep.

"Hey, I got some delicious food for you and me." Your kind smile was enough for her to feel better. And your thoughtfulness made her heart warm up again.

"Y/N, you're the sweetest. Come here." She felt her lips creating a genuine smile for the first time that day. Home didn't feel so far away anymore.

Yoohyeon

It was during a late night walk around the company building that you suggested, when Yoohyeon looked at you differently. The way you kept smiling and excitedly messing around made her forget about long hours of exhausting dance practice. The two of you took many pictures to remember such a great memory. She couldn’t stop laughing while looking at the photos before finally realizing that she cared about you so deeply. Probably more than about the other members which Yoohyeon actually hated to admit. Her thoughts must have been visible on her face since you suddenly adressed her with a small voice.

“Everything alright, Puppy?”

And your signature nickname for her. Even that made her heart race in the moment.

Yoohyeon took a look at your pretty eyes shining with concern and love. She smiled softly. Something told her that you'd never hurt her either way. One day she'll tell you how she feels. But not today.

"Yeah, everything's fine." No matter what would happen between you two, Yoohyeon was sure that she needed you in her life. Even if you remained just a friend.

Dami

Yubin liked to keep her distance, she needed some time before even opening up to her members, including you. Once she did though it became very clear that you’re the one she’s closest to. The two of you shared so many hobbies, composing was the thing that brought you two even closer if possible. Whenever Yubin saw you in the studio or listened to your angelic voice and creative ideas, she felt the happiest. You kept impressing her over and over again. Yubin quickly could tell that she liked you more than a friend. To confess her feelings she decided to do what she’s the best at. So she wrote a song.

“It’s incredible, Yubin. I can’t wait for Insomnias to hear it!” Your wide eyes were adorable but Yubin unfortunately had to cool down your enthusiasm.

“I’m sorry, Y/N but I made this one only for you.”

Her words confused you at first but after a moment you realized everything that she meant. Luckily you felt the same so for the rest of that studio session you kept cuddling and listening to her song on repeat.

Gahyeon

The youngest always has admired and supported you in whatever you came up with. When she realized that her love for you was a bit stronger than for a friend, Gahyeon felt a bit lost. As the maknae, she had a hard time trying to make you look at her differently since everyone else babied her. She did her best at flirting or showing you that she’s interested in you. Usually she got what she wanted and was the reason behind your blush nevertheless her insecurities got the best of her. Thankfully, her unnies kept telling her not to give up because they just felt it that in the end the two of you would end up together. As usual they were right and it only required Gahyeon to ask you out on a proper date where she finally confessed to you. `

“I’ve liked you since I can remember, Y/N. I was just afraid that you’ll always see me as a maknae.” She kept her gaze down unsure of herself again.

“Baby, I thought I was pretty obvious about my feelings for you.” You gently held her hand as a smile began to form on your face.

This time, she was the one blushing.

[51faces]

Silent Applause

Dreamcatcher's Lee Yubin (Dami) x Female reader

AN: And finally, our adorable panda queen! 🐼💖 Now that we've gone through everyone, I'll start revisiting some members with Part 2s if needed and If you have any requests, don’t be shy—I'd love to hear them!

The chirp of the birds and the laughter of families were the sounds between them. Dami sat across from Y/N on a worn-out bench, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her sweatshirt. The tension was thick, a palpable weight in the room that neither seemed able to break.

Y/N had known something was coming—Dami had been distant for weeks now. Late-night practices, hushed phone calls with her manager, and that faraway look in her eyes. It wasn’t unusual for an idol, but this felt different. Something bigger was on the horizon.

Dami finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "Minx... it’s over."

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat, a mix of confusion and dread building in her chest. She tried to meet Dami’s eyes, but Dami kept staring at the floor, as if the truth she was about to share was too heavy to face head-on.

"What do you mean?" Y/N’s voice was gentle, cautious, though she already knew the answer.

Dami took a deep breath, still not looking at her. "Minx disbanded. The company... they want to rebrand us, start over as a completely new group. Dreamcatcher."

Y/N’s heart sank. She had been with Dami through every high and low of her career. She remembered the sleepless nights when Minx struggled to gain any traction, and how Dami would come home, drained and disheartened but still determined. They had dreamed together, shared in the belief that one day, things would turn around.

Y/N swallowed hard, trying to stay strong. "But that’s a good thing, right? A fresh start?"

Dami finally looked up, her expression pained. “It is. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted, but... it also means I have to give it my all this time. I can’t afford any distractions. I can’t afford to... to split my focus.”

Y/N felt her stomach tighten as the meaning of Dami’s words sank in. "You’re calling me a distraction?"

Dami shook her head quickly, her voice breaking. "No, that’s not what I mean. You’re not a distraction, Y/N. You’re... you’re the most important person in my life. But that’s the problem. I keep thinking about you, worrying about us. And if I don’t give this rebranding everything I’ve got, I’ll lose this chance too."

There was a long pause, the silence heavy between them.

Y/N blinked away the tears that were threatening to fall. "So, what are you saying? You want to break up?"

Dami’s lips trembled, and she turned her gaze back to the floor, unable to face Y/N’s pain. "I don’t want to... but I think we have to."

Y/N’s world felt like it was crumbling. She wanted to scream, to tell Dami she was wrong, that they could make it work, that they’d always found a way before. But deep down, she knew Dami wasn’t saying this lightly. She was doing it because she believed it was the only way.

"So that’s it?" Y/N asked quietly, her voice barely steady. "You’re just... giving up on us?"

Dami’s eyes were glassy as she finally looked up. "I’m not giving up. I’m trying to save us. If I don’t give this rebranding everything I have, there won’t be a future for me—or us. This is my second chance Y/N, I can’t fail again."

Y/N’s heart ached at the sight of Dami, so full of guilt and fear. She had always known how much Dami’s career meant to her, how she had poured every ounce of herself into becoming an idol. Y/N had seen her at her lowest, and now she was watching Dami trying to protect something she believed was slipping away.

"But what about me?" Y/N’s voice was quiet, but the emotion behind it was heavy. "What am I supposed to do while you’re out there giving everything to this new group? Just... wait for you?"

Dami shook her head, tears finally spilling over. "I don’t want you to wait for me. That’s not fair to you. You deserve someone who can give you all the attention you need, all the time. And right now, I can’t. I don’t know when I’ll be able to again."

Y/N felt her chest tighten, the weight of the inevitable crushing her. She had always known that being with an idol would be hard—late nights, missed dates, constant separation—but she never thought it would come to this. She had been willing to fight for them, to stick it out. But now, it felt like Dami was asking her to let go.

"So... you’re choosing your career over me," Y/N whispered, her voice cracking.

Dami’s face crumpled at the words. "It’s not like that. I’m doing this for both of us. I need to prove to myself, to everyone, that I can succeed. And I need to do it without any distractions. I need you to understand."

Y/N wiped away a stray tear, biting her lip to keep from sobbing. She stood up slowly, the realization settling in like a cold weight in her chest. "I understand, Yubin, I just wish... I wish it didn’t have to be like this."

Dami stood too, her hand reaching out instinctively, but she stopped short of touching Y/N. Her fingers hovered in the air before she pulled them back. "I wish it didn’t either."

For a long moment, they just stood there, the space between them feeling wider than ever. Y/N looked into Dami��s eyes one last time, trying to memorize the way they looked, so full of love and regret.

"Good luck with Dreamcatcher," Y/N said, her voice barely audible.

Dami nodded, her throat too tight to respond. She watched as Y/N turned to walk away, her heart shattering with every step. Just as Y/N was an arms length away, Dami called out, her voice a soft, desperate plea. 

"Y/N... I’m sorry."

Y/N paused for a moment, her back still to Dami. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath before replying, her voice calm but broken. "Me too."

And with that, Y/N made her way back home, leaving Dami standing alone in the quiet, her heart heavy with the weight of the choice she had made.

Y/N sat at the edge of her bed, her fingers tracing the edges of a small, framed photo of her and Dami from when they weren't even dating, just a pair of childhood friends that grew into something more. It was taken years ago—before Minx was even a thing, before the pressure of fame began to pull Dami in directions Y/N couldn’t follow.

She set the photo down with a heavy sigh, glancing at her phone. The Dreamcatcher debut was today.

It had been two months since the breakup, and the wound still felt fresh. Some mornings, Y/N woke up thinking for a split second that everything was fine, only for the harsh reality to crash down around her. Dami was gone, and she had made it clear that Y/N wasn’t part of this new chapter in her life.

But as much as it hurt, Y/N couldn’t bring herself to stay away. She still believed in Dami, believed in her dream. So when she saw the announcement for Dreamcatcher’s debut stage, Y/N had impulsively bought a front-row ticket. She wasn’t sure why. Maybe a part of her hoped that being there, watching Dami shine on stage, would help her understand why she had to let go.

The lights were blindingly bright as Y/N stood in the concert hall, surrounded by eager fans waiting for Dreamcatcher’s debut performance. The energy in the room was electric—people cheering and chanting in anticipation.

Y/N adjusted her mask, trying to blend into the sea of excited faces. She had come to support Dreamcatcher, to support Dami, even though being here felt like walking a fine line between pride and heartbreak.

When the lights dimmed and the opening notes of Dreamcatcher’s debut song filled the air, Y/N’s heart raced. She felt a strange mixture of excitement and dread bubbling in her chest. And then, there she was—Dami, standing at the far left, her gaze fierce and focused, looking more powerful than Y/N had ever seen her.

Y/N swallowed hard, her eyes drifting from one member to the next, trying not to linger on Dami for too long. The girls moved with precision, their dark, intense choreography perfectly aligned with the haunting melody of their debut track.

A bittersweet pride surged through Y/N. This was what Dami had worked for—this moment, this fresh start. The group was incredible, their stage presence undeniable, and Y/N couldn’t help but feel that same old tug of admiration. But underneath the pride, there was an ache, a constant reminder of what she had lost.

As the performance ended and the members took their final poses, the crowd erupted into applause. Y/N clapped along, her heart pounding as Dreamcatcher stood there, basking in the spotlight. It was a new beginning for them—and for Dami.

But despite the cheers, Y/N felt a hollowness settle in her chest. This wasn’t where she was supposed to be. She should have been beside Dami, sharing in this moment, but instead, she was just another face in the crowd.

As the girls spoke to the audience, Y/N’s phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out and saw a flood of notifications from social media—tweets, photos, and videos of the show already circulating online. Her eyes landed on one post in particular, a tweet with a photo attached.

"Who’s that girl in the front row? She looks like she hasn’t slept in days... #DreamcatcherDebut 

Y/N frowned, glancing at her reflection in her phone’s dark screen. The exhaustion had crept up on her in the past few weeks—sleepless nights spent thinking about Dami, about the decision she had made, about the future that seemed so uncertain. She hadn’t even realized how obvious it was.

She quickly put her phone away, trying to shake off the comment. This wasn’t about her.

Y/N found herself returning to every Dreamcatcher performance, like clockwork. Every time stage performance, new song, or a new album, Y/N was there, standing in the same spot, close to the stage. It became a ritual, something she couldn’t stop, even as the exhaustion built inside her.

The late nights started catching up to her, she wasn't rich so she had to work extra hours just to afford to go to their showcases. Y/N found herself falling into restless sleep after each show, her dreams always haunted by the same question—why hadn’t she been enough for Dami? Why had their love, once so strong, crumbled under the weight of a dream?

Despite the sleepless nights, Y/N kept going, drawn to the performances as if they were the only thing grounding her. She didn’t come for recognition, or even for Dami, specifically. It was the whole group now. She was proud of all of them—the way they grew, the way their music evolved, and the way their fan base grew larger with every comeback.

But the fans... they noticed her. Every time.

Her presence at every stage didn’t go unnoticed by the Dreamcatcher fanbase. Y/N had unintentionally caught the attention of fans who recognized her familiar face at every show. She had become a regular in the crowd, always in the front, always looking exhausted but determined.

The comments and speculation started flooding social media again.

"She’s literally at every comeback! Front row every time. Someone give this girl some sleep 😂 #Dreamcatcher #Number1Fan"

"Has anyone else noticed how she's always there, girl get some rest?? #InsomniacGirl"

"I think we found Dreamcatcher’s number one fan! #InsomniacGirl #Dreamcatcher"

At first, Y/N laughed off the comments. But as the weeks passed, the term "Insomniac" began to stick. Fans started to call her the "Insomniac Girl," a mysterious figure who was always present no matter where the performance was. Eventually, the word took on a new meaning.

When the time came for Dreamcatcher’s fanbase to choose a name, the word "InSomnia" quickly emerged as the clear favorite. The name resonated deeply with fans, as it not only fit perfectly with the group's haunting, ethereal and nightmare concept. While the name was undeniably fitting, a significant factor behind its popularity was Y/N’s unwavering commitment to the group. Her tireless efforts and passionate support inspired countless fans, leading them to rally behind the hashtag "InsomniacGirl” and spin it so it became a symbol of their shared journey with Dreamcatcher. As votes poured in, it became evident that the name was not just a reflection of the group’s identity but also a tribute to the special connection between Y/N and the fanbase.

It was strange, seeing herself become a meme or symbol for something bigger than she had intended. But Y/N didn’t mind. If anything, it distracted her from the constant ache in her chest that came from being so close to Dami, yet feeling further away than ever.

Dami noticed her immediately at the debut stage.

How could she not? Y/N, standing right in front of the stage, face partially hidden behind a mask but unmistakable, even with the exhaustion etched on her features. Dami had forced herself to look away during the performance, to focus on the choreography, the music, anything but Y/N’s familiar presence.

At first, Dami convinced herself it was a fluke—maybe Y/N was just there to support her debut. After all, they had been together for years. But when Y/N showed up again for the next comeback, and then the next, Dami started to question why.

Each time she spotted Y/N in the crowd, a knot of guilt tightened in her chest. She had asked for space, and had made the decision to focus on her career. So why was Y/N still coming? What was she trying to prove?

But what frustrated Dami the most was that Y/N never made it obvious she was there just for her. She didn’t try to meet Dami’s gaze, didn’t wave, didn’t do anything to draw attention to herself. Y/N blended into the sea of fans, clapping along, cheering for all the members. It made Dami wonder—was she imagining the connection between them? Or had Y/N truly moved on, simply supporting the group as a fan?

Still, every time Y/N showed up, it stirred something in Dami. It was a reminder of the life she had left behind, of the person who had been her anchor when everything felt unstable. And as Dreamcatcher’s popularity began to grow, so did the weight of seeing Y/N in the crowd.

It was after one particularly exhausting comeback stage when Dami finally snapped. She had just finished performing, the adrenaline still pulsing through her veins, when she spotted Y/N again—same spot, same tired eyes. She looked as if she hadn’t slept in days, her dedication unwavering despite the toll it was clearly taking on her.

It frustrated Dami to no end. Why was she still coming? Why hadn’t she moved on?

As the stage lights dimmed and the members were escorted backstage, Dami grabbed her manager’s arm. “I need to talk to someone,” she said, her voice tight with determination.

Y/N was escorted backstage, clearly surprised by the sudden request. She had been about to leave, thinking tonight would be like all the others—a night spent watching Dreamcatcher from afar. But now, standing face to face with Dami, her heart pounded in her chest.

Dami’s expression was unreadable, a mix of exhaustion and frustration. She took a deep breath, struggling to keep her emotions in check.

“Y/N,” she started, her voice lower than usual. “Why are you still here? Why do you keep coming to the shows?”

Y/N blinked in surprise, unsure of how to respond. “I... I came to support Dreamcatcher.”

Dami shook her head, her eyes narrowing. “Every time? You haven’t missed a single stage. You look like you haven’t slept in days. Why?”

Y/N felt her throat tighten at Dami’s words. “Because I want to support you. All of you. It’s not about just you, Yubin. I’m here because I believe in Dreamcatcher, in what you’re all doing.”

Dami’s frustration faltered, replaced by confusion. “Then why do you look like you’re killing yourself to be here?”

A heavy silence enveloped them as Y/N searched for the right words, her heart aching with every breath. “I’m here because I care, Dami. And if that’s a problem, I’ll stop coming. But… I just want you to know that I’ll always be here for you.”

Dami looked at her, a storm of emotions swirling in her chest. She wanted to argue, to push Y/N away to protect herself, but the sincerity in her eyes made her heart tremble. Yet, despite the warmth of Y/N’s intentions, a cold reality settled in.

“It is a problem, Y/N,” Dami finally said, her voice breaking. “You know me better than anyone. You know I can’t just move on. Every time I see you, it reminds me of everything I’ve lost, and it makes me feel like I can't move on” She swallowed hard, the weight of her confession hanging in the air like a heavy fog. “That’s why I need to stop seeing you. I can’t keep pretending this doesn’t hurt.”

Y/N’s heart plummeted, the truth of Dami’s words hitting her like a physical blow. “If that’s what you want, then… okay,” she whispered, tears brimming in her eyes. “I’ll stop coming. But I don’t want you to think I don’t care. I really do wish you happiness… even if it means being apart.”

With a shaky breath, she turned away, each step feeling like a fracture in her heart. Dami stood frozen, watching Y/N walk away, the distance between them stretching endlessly. Conflicted emotions twisted within her—relief that she wouldn’t have to face the pain, yet an overwhelming sense of loss for the warmth and light Y/N brought into her life. 

As Y/N disappeared from sight, Dami felt a part of herself vanish with her, leaving an aching void that echoed with the memories they had shared. She closed her eyes, tears slipping down her cheeks as she whispered into the silence, “I wish things could be different.”

---

After the conversation with Dami backstage, something inside Y/N shifted. The exhaustion that had built up over the months, the sleepless nights spent traveling to every Dreamcatcher show, the weight of unspoken emotions—it all finally caught up with her. She realized she couldn’t keep doing this. She couldn’t keep showing up, trying to support from a distance, pretending it didn’t hurt to be there.

So, Y/N stopped going.

It wasn’t a decision she made lightly. The first comeback stage she missed, Near the end of Dreamcatcher’s "Boca" era, left her feeling like she had abandoned something important. She had become so accustomed to standing in the front row, her presence becoming a constant even when her heart had broken. But showing up wasn’t helping either of them, and after her last conversation with Dami, Y/N knew it was time to let go.

The weeks after that decision were hard. Her nights were quieter now, no more traveling from city to city, no more fan chants ringing in her ears. There was a strange void where Dreamcatcher’s music and Dami’s presence had once filled her life. But as the months passed, Y/N found herself slowly adjusting to the silence, to the space Dami had left behind.

She threw herself into work, looking for something to fill the emptiness that had settled in her chest. She had always been passionate about design, and after a few months of freelance work, Y/N landed a job as a graphic designer for a growing video game company. It was a fresh start—something she could pour her energy into, something that didn’t remind her of what she had lost.

The work was good. It kept her busy, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Y/N began to feel like she was building a future that wasn’t tethered to Dami. Growing up together, Dami had always been by her side, sharing dreams and aspirations, making it hard for Y/N to envision a path that didn’t include her. But now, surrounded by friendly coworkers and engaging projects, she found a newfound sense of independence. The challenges ahead excited her, making her eager to wake up every morning. There were even moments where she found herself genuinely happy, enjoying the small victories that came with her new role. Still, deep down, she occasionally felt the weight of Dami's absence, realizing just how much her friend had shaped her world.

Life was moving forward.

But even as Y/N found herself again, pieces of her past remained. She still followed Dreamcatcher’s career from a distance. No longer in the front row, no longer standing under the bright lights, but always quietly supporting. Every time they had a comeback, Y/N would buy their albums, her collection growing steadily over the two years she had spent apart from Dami. She would listen to their songs late at night, wondering how Dami was doing, but never letting herself get pulled back into the life she had left behind.

She told herself it was enough. That buying the albums, streaming their music, and watching their MVs was the best way to show her support now. But sometimes, in the quiet moments, Y/N would catch herself thinking about the shows she no longer attended, the smiles she no longer saw in person, and the space in the crowd where she used to stand.

Still, she was healing. She was finding herself again, slowly, piece by piece. It wasn’t perfect, and there were days when the ache of missing Dami felt sharper than usual, but Y/N had learned to live with it. She had her new job, a new sense of purpose, and she was proud of the person she was becoming without Dami by her side.

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Dreamcatcher had gone through several eras—each one more successful than the last. From "Boca" to "Odd Eye" and beyond, they had continued to grow, their fanbase becoming more devoted with each comeback. And Y/N, from afar, had watched their rise with a mixture of pride and sadness.

But something was different now.

The announcement of Dreamcatcher’s new comeback for their "Maison" era sent a familiar wave of excitement through the fandom. Y/N felt the usual pang of anticipation when she saw the teasers, the promotional photos showing Dami and the others looking stronger than ever. But this time, something lingered in her chest longer than usual.

The years of separation hadn’t erased what Y/N had once felt. She had been doing well, finding herself again, but seeing Dreamcatcher’s continued success made her think back to all the stages she had missed, the moments she had chosen to stay away from. Part of her wondered how Dami was handling it all—whether she ever thought about Y/N, whether she missed her in the way Y/N sometimes missed the comfort of the past.

And now, with the "Maison" era approaching, it felt like a turning point—not just for Dreamcatcher, but for Y/N too.

She held the newest album in her hands, fresh from its delivery. She hadn’t stopped buying them, not once. Flipping through the photo book, she smiled softly at the images of Dami, Siyeon, and the other members. She could see the growth in their eyes, the determination. It was beautiful, but it also hurt in a way she couldn’t quite explain.

Because even though Y/N had moved on—gotten a new job, started a new chapter of her life—she had never fully let go. Dreamcatcher would always be a part of her, and so would Dami. But as she stared down at the album in her hands, Y/N realized that sometimes, moving on didn’t mean forgetting. It just meant finding new ways to live with the memories.

She didn’t need to be in the front row anymore. She didn’t need to stand in the crowd, waiting for Dami’s eyes to meet hers. Because even though that chapter had ended, she was still proud—of Dreamcatcher, of Dami, and of herself.

While Y/n seemed to be healing, the other half of the broken relationship wasn't doing so well these past few years. The absence felt louder than any applause for Dami, It wasn’t obvious at first. The stage lights were still blinding, the energy from the crowd still infectious, and Dreamcatcher was in the middle of one of their most intense eras—“Boca.” Their sharp choreography demanded full focus, and the booming music drowned out every other thought. But something gnawed at Dami from the moment she stepped on stage.

She scanned the front rows between transitions, eyes flickering over the sea of faces illuminated by lightsticks and phone screens. But there was no familiar figure standing near the barricades. No tired eyes, no mask hiding a weary face.

Y/N wasn’t there.

Dami’s chest tightened in a way she hadn’t expected. It was irrational—Y/N had said she’d stop coming. She had made it clear during their last backstage conversation that she wouldn’t be there anymore, especially if it was causing tension. So why was Dami’s heart sinking, her breath catching in her throat?

She didn’t want to admit how much she had gotten used to seeing Y/N at every show. It had started to feel like a routine—a comfort, even. But tonight, without her, the stage felt... emptier.

As the lights dimmed and the performance wrapped up, the other members laughed and shared excited smiles, but Dami’s energy lagged behind. She forced herself to smile as they waved to the fans, but her mind was elsewhere.

Backstage, the energy was buzzing with adrenaline. Their manager congratulated them, reminding them how well they were doing with each new comeback. Dreamcatcher was gaining momentum, their fanbase growing every day. The chatter from the crew, the cheers from fans outside—it all blended into the background as Dami sat down, her legs feeling heavier than usual.

“Hey, you okay?” Siyeon asked, plopping down beside her. “You’ve been kinda quiet today.”

Dami blinked, pulling herself back to the present. She forced a smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Yeah, just... tired.”

Siyeon gave her a knowing look. “You’ve been saying that a lot lately. Take care of yourself, okay? The fans will riot if you collapse.”

Dami chuckled weakly, nodding. But her mind wandered again, back to the audience. To the empty space where Y/N used to stand.

The fans noticed, too. Y/N’s absence had not gone unnoticed by the **InSomnia** fanbase. It started with a few scattered comments on social media:

"Where’s the Insomniac girl? Haven’t seen her at the last couple of shows…"

"Did anyone else notice? She was always in the front row, but she’s been gone lately."

"Did she finally get some sleep? 😂 #InsomniacGirl"

"Wait... is something wrong? She hasn’t been at any of the stages lately."

Even the other members began to wonder. After all, she had become a constant presence at their shows, even more noticeable because of her dedication despite looking exhausted. JiU mentioned it casually during rehearsals one day, making a lighthearted joke about how their "biggest fan must’ve finally gotten some rest." But the joke fell flat for Dami, and she found herself staring at the floor, guilt gnawing at her from the inside out.

The absence grew heavier with each passing show. Every time Dami stepped on stage, she couldn’t help but search the crowd, hoping to see that familiar face. But Y/N was gone, just like she had promised.

At first, Dami tried to tell herself it didn’t matter. She was doing this for Dreamcatcher, for her career, just like she had always planned. They were on the rise, gaining fans with every comeback. They had sold-out shows, charting songs—everything she had dreamed of when they rebranded from Minx. But somehow, the excitement didn’t feel the same anymore.

She had pushed Y/N away to focus on this, but now that Y/N was truly gone, Dami couldn’t help but feel the growing emptiness. She had thought distance would make things easier—that without the distraction of their past relationship, she would be able to give all of herself to Dreamcatcher. But the distance only made her realize how much she had relied on Y/N’s presence—how much seeing her at the front row had kept her grounded.

As the weeks blurred together, Dami’s performances began to change. There was still precision in her movements, still professionalism in every step, but the fire that once fueled her seemed to flicker. Her fellow members noticed. Fans noticed. And deep down, Dami felt it, too.

The fanbase was quick to speculate, their theories running wild on social media.

"Dami looks different lately... like her energy’s lower. Anyone else notice?"

"Maybe she’s just tired from all the schedules? #DreamcatcherFighting"

"Where’s Insomniac Girl? Dami hasn’t looked the same since she stopped coming to the shows…"

Every time Dami saw one of those posts, her heart sank a little deeper. The connection was there, even if no one understood why. She did. She missed Y/N—missed the silent support, missed seeing her in the front row cheering for all of them, missed knowing that no matter what happened, someone she cared about deeply was always there, even if they were no longer together.

But admitting that felt like betrayal. She had made this decision, she had chosen this path, and now she was suffering the consequences.

One night, after another draining performance, Dami sat alone in her hotel room, scrolling mindlessly through her phone. The glow of the screen was the only light in the room as she stared at a fan-taken video of their latest stage. The comments below were filled with excitement for their comeback, praise for their growth—but also comments about her.

"Why does Dami look so... off? She’s not smiling as much."

"Our Panda is still killing it! But our girl needs rest!"

And, of course, more speculation about Insomniac Girl.

"She really hasn’t been at any of the comeback stages… I kinda miss seeing her in the crowd."

"Maybe something happened to her? #InsomniacGirl"

Back to “Maison” the atmosphere in the venue buzzed with anticipation as Dreamcatcher arrived, their hearts racing with excitement. The familiar scent of stage makeup and the electric hum of soundchecks filled the air, creating a whirlwind of emotions. Each member took a moment to soak it all in—the fans, the lights, the moment they had been waiting for.

Backstage, the girls huddled together, nerves fluttering in their stomachs. Dami’s heart pounded as they ran through the final touches of their performance. She caught sight of the colorful light sticks glowing in the dark, a wave of energy washing over her as she thought of all the supporters who had believed in them. “We can do this,” she said, her voice steady despite the excitement coursing through her.

“Let’s give them a show they’ll never forget!” JiU cheered, her infectious enthusiasm sparking smiles around the group. They exchanged determined looks, each of them silently promising to pour their hearts into this performance.

As the lights dimmed, the atmosphere shifted. The roar of the crowd surged, drowning out any lingering doubts. As the intro music started, Dami’s nerves transformed into exhilaration. She positioned herself at the front, channeling the energy of their fans into her movements. The choreography flowed seamlessly, each beat resonating through her body, and for those few minutes, nothing else mattered.

After their performance, as they stood backstage, the members were still riding the high of the show. Dami could hardly breathe from the adrenaline. They had done their best, and she felt proud. But amid the excitement, there was a whisper of doubt that nagged at her. “Do you think we actually have a chance at winning?” she asked, half-joking.

“Honestly? I doubt it,” Handong replied with a light laugh. “But even if we don't, we are getting closer and closer. It's only a matter of time”

The girls nodded in agreement, sharing laughs and teasing each other about their performances. They had worked so hard, and in the end, they were just grateful to be there, soaking in the cheers from the crowd. The host began announcing the nominees, and Dami felt a sense of calm wash over her. 

As the countdown began on the screen, the members gathered in a tight huddle, oblivious to the suspense building in the audience. . She glanced around at her members, their expressions a mix of excitement and disbelief, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that they weren’t winning this time.

When the countdown reaches zero, the host’s voice echoed through the venue: “And the winner is… Dreamcatcher!” The room erupted into cheers, but for a moment, the girls stood frozen in shock. Dami’s heart stopped as the reality of the words sunk in. 

Confetti rained down from above, and it took a moment for the cheers to break through the shock. “Wait, did we really win?” Dami exclaimed, eyes wide as she looked around at her members. The disbelief turned into tears of joy for most of the members as they all embraced each other tightly, the moment finally sinking in. They had done it—against all odds.

The stage lights bathed them in a golden glow as the confetti fell around them. The members hugged each other tightly as the crowd cheered in celebration. Their fans had worked so hard to make this moment possible, and Dreamcatcher had finally achieved something they had dreamed of for years.

But as Dami stood there, microphone in hand, all she could feel was the absence of someone who wasn’t there to see it.

Her eyes scanned the audience, a habit she couldn’t break, searching for a face she knew wouldn’t be there. Y/N had promised to stop coming, and she had kept that promise. And now, as Dreamcatcher stood victorious on stage, Dami realized just how much she had depended on Y/N’s presence to keep her grounded.

When they moved backstage for the celebratory photos and interviews, Dami went through the motions—smiling, thanking the fans, posing for pictures—but her heart wasn’t in it. The happiness that filled the room felt distant, like something she was watching from the outside.

Later, when they went live to thank their fans, the other members laughed and celebrated, sharing the joy of their first win with InSomnia. But Dami stood at the edge of the screen, quiet and distracted. Her phone buzzed in her hand, and she glanced down, hoping it was just another congratulatory message from a staff member or friend.

It wasn’t.

It was from Y/N.

Congratulations on your first win, Yubinnie 🎉 I can't put into words how proud I am of you and the entire team. I remember all the late nights and hard work you put into this, and it’s incredible to see it all pay off. You’ve always had this fire inside you, and you’ve carried Dreamcatcher to new heights with your passion and talent. 

This moment is just the beginning, and I hope you take a moment to soak it all in. You deserve every bit of this victory and more. I want you to know that no matter where you are or what happens, I’ll always be cheering you on from the sidelines. Please take care of yourself, okay? Remember to rest and find joy in all that you do. Your happiness means everything to me.

You’ve got this, Yubin. Always rooting for you! 💖

As Dami read Y/N’s message, her heart swelled with emotion. The words wrapped around her like a warm embrace, and for a fleeting moment, the weight of everything lifted. She could almost hear Y/N’s voice in her mind, filled with encouragement and love. Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes, but she quickly blinked them away, not wanting the other members to see her vulnerable state during such a joyous occasion.

The message was unexpected, but it hit Dami like a wave of emotion. Her fingers tightened around the phone, and before she could stop herself, tears began to blur her vision. She hadn’t cried when they announced their win. She hadn’t cried when the confetti fell, or when her members hugged her tightly on stage. But now, alone with the weight of Y/N’s words, the tears came.

She turned her head away from the camera, trying to hide the sudden rush of emotion as her fellow members continued to chat excitedly with the fans. She quickly wiped her eyes, hoping no one noticed the sudden shift in her expression. But the truth was clear—this win, this moment of triumph, felt empty without Y/N.

Dami glanced down at the message again, rereading it, her heart aching with regret.

She had pushed Y/N away because she thought it was the only way to succeed. But now, standing on the other side of that decision, she realized that she had lost something far more important and she knew what she had to do.

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The next day, Dami found herself standing outside a quiet café, her heart pounding in her chest. It was the place they used to come to when they had free time, a place full of old memories—before everything became so complicated. Dami’s hands were shaking as she stepped inside, her eyes scanning the familiar space.

Y/N was already there, sitting at a small corner table, her hands wrapped around a cup of coffee. She looked... different. Not in a drastic way, but in a way that made Dami’s chest ache. There was a quiet strength in her posture, a peacefulness that hadn’t been there the last time Dami had seen her.

Dami approached slowly, her nerves getting the best of her. When Y/N looked up and their eyes met, Dami’s breath caught in her throat. It was like seeing her for the first time all over again. 

“Hey,” Y/N said softly, giving her a small smile.

“Hey,” Dami replied, sliding into the seat across from her. The air between them was thick with tension, but not the kind that came with anger. It was the weight of everything left unsaid.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. Dami’s eyes wandered, taking in the familiar setting that now felt so foreign. The sounds of other people chatting, the clinking of coffee cups, felt distant. All she could focus on was Y/N, sitting just a few feet away but feeling miles apart.

“I didn’t know if you’d want to see me,” Dami admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N looked down at her cup, tracing the rim with her finger. “I didn’t know if I wanted to, either. But... I think we both needed this.”

Dami nodded, the words hitting harder than she expected. “I’m sorry, Y/N. For everything. I thought pushing you away was the right thing to do—that I needed to focus on my career, and that we’d both be better off if I... let you go. But I was wrong.”

Y/N didn’t respond right away. She took a deep breath, her gaze still focused on her cup as if searching for the right words. When she finally looked up, her eyes were calm but sad.

“I know why you did it, Dami. I understand,” Y/N said quietly. “I saw how much pressure you were under. I saw how much Dreamcatcher meant to you, and I didn’t want to get in the way. But it still hurts. You didn’t give me the chance to be there for you, and that... that’s what hurt the most.”

Dami’s heart ached at Y/N’s words. She had been so consumed with her own fear of failure, of losing her career, that she hadn’t realized she was shutting out the one person who had always been there for her.

“I thought I was protecting you,” Dami whispered, her throat tight. “But I was just protecting myself. I was scared of dragging you down with me if Dreamcatcher didn’t make it. But now... we’ve made it, and I’ve realized none of it feels right without you.”

Y/N smiled sadly, shaking her head. “Dami, you didn’t drag me down. I wanted to be there with you, through everything. But... we can’t go back. Too much has happened, and I think we’ve both changed.”

Dami felt her heart sink. The words she had dreaded, the ones she knew were coming, finally hit her like a wave. “So... there’s no chance?”

Y/N looked at her with soft eyes, full of understanding but also full of finality. “I’ll always care about you, Dami. I’ll always be your biggest fan. But I think we both need to move on.”

The silence that followed was heavy, filled with all the things Dami wished she could change but knew she couldn’t. Y/N had moved on. She wasn’t waiting in the front row anymore, and Dami had to accept that.

Tears burned in Dami’s eyes, but she blinked them away, trying to keep her voice steady. “I don’t know how to do that,” she admitted, her voice small. “I don’t know how to move on from you.”

Y/N’s expression softened, and for a brief moment, Dami thought she might reach across the table to take her hand. But Y/N didn’t. She just smiled, a quiet, sad smile that told Dami everything she needed to know.

“You’ll find a way,” Y/N said softly. “You have to.”

Dami bit her lip, nodding, though her heart felt like it was shattering. She had spent so long convincing herself that letting Y/N go was the right choice, and now, standing on the other side of that decision, she realized just how wrong she had been.

But it was too late.

Y/N stood up, her chair scraping softly against the floor. Dami stayed seated, her hands clenched in her lap, watching as Y/N prepared to leave. It felt too soon, too final, but Dami knew this was it.

“Take care of yourself, okay?” Y/N said, her voice gentle but firm.

Dami nodded, her throat too tight to speak. She watched as Y/N gave her one last look—a look filled with the kind of love that never truly fades, but knows it can’t stay. And then, Y/N turned and walked out of the café, leaving Dami sitting alone at the table.

The café felt colder now, quieter. The sound of the door closing behind Y/N echoed in Dami’s mind, a finality that settled deep in her chest.

She had made her choice, and now she had to live with it.

Dami sat there for a long time, staring at the empty seat across from her. She had Dreamcatcher, she had her career, she had everything she had worked for. But none of it felt the way she thought it would.

There would be more stages, more wins, more moments of success. But they would all feel a little emptier now, without Y/N standing in the crowd.

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Today is concert day. This is your first time doing a cover performance with Yubin and you both are monumentally excited. Truthfully, you find yourself in awe of the situation. Only weeks ago had she done a special clip of this same song with Siyeon but afterwards she came to you with the mind to perform it live with you.

Everyone on the team including your staff knew that the two of you are a couple and they have all been teasing you about the performance. Your CEO made it clear that if a scandal were to come of it then he’d let you decide what to do as far as exposing your 4 year relationship.

With that in mind, you thought you might be a little less nervous but you really can’t settle your mind. You’re pacing back and forth before the start of the concert when you feel a hand slip into yours and squeeze your own. There’s no need to look because you already know who it is.

“Honey, are you alright?” Yubin’s deep voice sends a calming wave over you like she’s just wrapped you in the world’s softest blanket. You squeeze her hand back in turn.

“Just some nerves but I’ll be okay once we’re out there.” She doesn’t say anything else but she remains close to you until it’s time to make your way on stage to open up the concert.

Everything goes well before you find yourself backstage changing for your performance with Yubin. The both of you get ready and wait in the wings for Minji and Yoohyeon to finish their performance. When they wrap up the stage goes dark and they both wish you luck on your way to your opening stage positions.

The performance is going well and you feel yourself letting loose and having fun with it, basking in the joy of performing a couple song with the love of your life. Then comes the finale. You and Yubin had just agreed to do the dip and that was it but when the time came your usually collected and professional girlfriend did something shocking. The members in the wings, and all of your staff gasped in surprise while the audience lost their minds as they all looked on to see Yubin leaning down to give you a strong kiss.

Even through the shock your instinct is to kiss her back so you do. The kiss is much too long to be considered anything but a public display of affection between two lovers and when you separate to go off stage your face is a red as it can possibly get.

You both run offstage to get changed into your group outfits and the whole way the other girls are whooping and hollering after you. You decide not to address the kiss until after the concert ends. It was Minji’s idea to do a brief video to be posted on the Youtube channel and wherever else to come forward with your relationship.

Neither you or Yubin were big on having to talk at length so the video wound up being about 30 seconds where you just stated that you are indeed in a relationship for 4 years going strong and that you hoped Insomnias would look upon your relationship kindly and with lots of love. The outpour of love and support for you both was overwhelming. You took pleasure in watching the fan edits that were made for you and the videos of “evidence” prior to you coming out.

The two of you didn’t really change a whole lot in how you presented in public except for the occasional hand holding photos and people catching you out on dates together. Neither of you were really the type to flaunt your relationship just for the sake of it but the natural affection and loving looks provided more than enough to feed the media and show everyone just how truly in love the two of you are.

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You saw the pictures online, the videos. You couldn’t help but squeal when you saw the videos of her dancing to her members’ solos on stage. You couldn’t help but check your calendar, hoping that the days would go by much sooner before she was with you again. 

You let out another sigh, counting back the hours that prevented you from just talking with her. Everything about your life was almost normal, but hers… Hers was all over the place. One minute she’s home with you and the next she’s off for another schedule. 

But you loved her. Everything about her made you fall so deeply in love with her. 

From the moment you met her in the bookstore, you said it was fate and she would just smile at you, repeating your words. 

Your first impression of her had been wonderful. She was in the same aisle as you, browsing the many different books. You had pulled a few books from their place, reading the book jacket to get a better feel for what you had grabbed. You must’ve caught her attention with how long you had been debating it before she had spoken up. 

“I’ve read those.” She smiled. 

“Oh?” You glanced up at her, seeing only her eyes to start with. She had a mask that covered most of her face, allowing you to focus on her words. “Were they any good?” You asked. 

“If you like the sappy romance.” She shrugged her shoulders, turning her head back to the other books in front of her. 

“I”m not too fond of it.” You sighed, setting the two books back in their proper places. “I’d rather have realistic romance rather than the fake version that everyone thinks is real.” You explained. 

“This book is like that.” The woman pulled out another book, handing it to you. “I’ve read it a million times over… It’s kind of my favorite.” She let out a small chuckle, causing you to smile. 

“Your favorite?” You asked her. 

“Yeah, it’s a great read. A real page turner when you get to chapter two.” She added. 

“You know, a person’s favorite book says a lot about said person.” You smirked, looking at the book in your hands. “Are you sure you want to entrust a stranger with that information?” You asked. 

“Maybe I want said stranger to possess this knowledge…” She whispered. 

You blinked a few times, absolutely floored that she was just as up front as you were. 

“Well in that case… Please follow me.” You tucked the book under your arm, leading this girl to the fantasy section. A place that you had frequented as of late. Your eyes scanned through the books, finally landing on the same copy of a book you owned at home. In a much nicer condition of course. “Here.” You pulled the book from the shelf, handing it to your newfound stranger friend. “Since we’re sharing favorites.” You admitted. 

“Fantasy? Interesting.” Your newfound friend opened the book, paging through the first chapter before shutting the book. “Would be a shame if we never saw each other again to share how we felt about each other’s books.” She sighed. 

“If it’s meant to be, then it’s destiny.” You whispered. 

 You didn’t see her again, mainly because your schedule had been jammed-packed with work and various other things. You had been reading a few chapters a night, ultimately falling in love with the stranger’s favorite book and now you were sure that you would never see her again. 

Until some months later and you saw her in the same bookstore, this time in the fantasy section. You weren’t sure if it was her, mainly because all you remembered were her eyes. It was summer now, which meant fewer layers and you had no idea what she looked like. 

“Stranger!” You recognized her voice, turning to see her staring right at you with a smile. “I finished your book, and the second book in the series.” She chuckled. 

“What did you think?” You asked her. 

“I couldn’t put it down.” She chuckled, rubbing the back of her neck with her hand. “I didn’t know the third book hadn’t come out yet.” She frowned. 

“It’ll hopefully come out soon.” You sighed. “I really liked your book by the way.” You smiled. “Made me very happy.” 

“Good. I’m glad.” She smiled. 

Again, it was fate that you two had been able to see each other again. After that, you exchanged contacts, allowing you to get closer and closer to each other. When you found out she was an idol, you were supportive of her career, helping her with her ups and downs when she needed it most. 

What really got you was when she had shown up at your doorstep at three in the morning, soaking wet from the downpour. She had quietly admitted her feelings for you, saying that it was eating her alive not being able to tell you. You felt so many emotions that you couldn’t help but just kiss her right there. You didn’t care that she was soaking wet. 

Now you were going on three years of dating, and she was incredibly far away from you. You were quite literally counting the days and minutes until her arrival back, hoping that she would be safe and healthy. 

It had been a few more weeks before you heard the familiar door chime, and the actual door opening. You were in the middle of making dinner when you heard everything, causing you to turn the stove off and wipe your hands. By the time you had turned, you saw your girlfriend standing in the doorway to the kitchen, a giant smile sitting on her face. 

“You’re back!” You hurried over, wrapping your arms around her tightly. 

“I missed you so much,” Yubin whispered, holding you just as tight. 

“I missed you too. I’m cooking dinner, are you hungry?” You fired off a few questions, earning a small laugh from her. 

“I can eat, and I am also tired.” She admitted. 

You hugged her tighter, pressing a kiss to her cheek. 

“Go wash up, change out of your clothes. I’ll finish cooking.” You whispered. 

“I’ve been gone for over a month and all I get is a kiss on the cheek?” She frowned. You rolled your eyes, pulling her in for a real kiss. You couldn’t help but smile into it, knowing that she was incredibly sarcastic when she wanted to be. But you loved that about her. 

She was your home. Your home away from home and everything about her was comfortable to you. Just home. 

[authorforrosie]

Title: Hope Not.

Pairing: Dami|You. [GxG]

Warnings: Angst, Angst, Angst.

Words: 972.

Disclaimer: This imagine is based on the song ‘Hope Not’ by BlackPink. I recommend listening to the song while reading this imagine.

I can't fall asleep this night, under the moonlight

No matter how much I wait, you won't come.

Next to me is an empty space,

I'm not a stranger to being alone anymore.

They say there's no point in regretting but

I'll keep thinking of you

I was wrong.

I will smile if I see you as if nothing happened For you I'm okay with being hurt Since I only gave you pain during the time we were together.

But you, the love you want

You need to meet someone better than me

and be happy But I hope not to the point. where you forget me...

Still at this place, I can't forget about you.

Dami couldn't fall asleep this night no matter how much she tried to especially because of the moonlight shining bright into the bedroom tears rolled down her cheeks from frustration, grief and endless sadness. She waited she felt like she needed to wait. Until you would come home healthy and safe so she could see you one more time under the beautiful shining moonlight this night. Her hands roamed the bed when she couldn't feel your figure next at her she panicked for a second because she noticing that your side from bed is empty. Until she remembered what happened and why there's a empty space next to her.

Waterfall of teardrops rolled down her cheeks it hurt, it hurted so much when she remembered how she lost you at death a few months ago after Christmas. The time when a part of her went with you. She honestly wasn't a stranger to being alone anymore since the moment when you took your last breath under the moonlight in her arms. She still remembered the way you looked at with a admiring expression on your face while you caressed her bruised cheeks with your thumbs. Sweat covered your body from trying to fight off all the pain just for a few minutes. The day of your death she realized how wrong she was with her actions. The way she always started fights, arguments with you it broke her heart when she realized how much tears you must have cried because of her cruelly words.

Everyone around her keeps on saying that there's no point of regretting her actions in the relationship she had with you but she couldn't help it. Because in the end a huge part of it has been her fault for never realizing all the pain she put you through until after you took your last breath. Dami will always keep on thinking about you everywhere she goes and no matter who she is with in a friendship way since she can't imagine herself being in a relationship ever again with another woman. Because there isn't another you and all she has been wanting is you. She was wrong way more than everyone knows they clearly don't know how much pain she put you through.

Dami will keep on smiling when she is seeing the hallucinations from you as if nothing happened to you as if you didn't take your last breath in her arms under the moonlight when she sat on green grass besides the street with your back against her front. After a car accident on a street where ambulances couldn't arrive really fast.She is okay with hurting because that's all the consequences for causing you pain during the time you both have been in a relationship.

She wished she could go back into time when you both were still together in a relationship to make everything better again because a life without you isn't black and white it's just black with no happiness anywhere besides her bandmates. She loved her fans and Dreamcatcher mostly at this time since she needs distraction from everything that has been happening lately. Nothing could distract her from seeing you and your memories together everywhere she goes since she's in the middle of going through grief.

The most painful for Dami has been when she had to go at your funeral with your friends, family and her bandmates who support Dami non-stop. Her bandmates had their arms around Dami's body to catch her if she break downs mentally, emotionally and physically. She couldn't be more grateful than in these moments to have her best friends who are also her bandmates by her side. Dami knows it must be hard for them as well since they have been very close to you because you were family for them and their everything.

A few days after the funeral from you and multiple break downs she had enough courage to visit your grave which had beautiful flowers on it. On that day Dami could feel a blow of air after she talked in front of the grave kneeling for almost two hours. Her bandmates waited a few steps behind her for their turn to talk in front of your grave.

At some nights Dami would have nightmares about how you would love someone better than her while you would be happy in the new relationship even though Dami could only hope that you won't forget about her.

Still at this place of what she calls her empty house home because of your things and your pictures framed on the wall she can't forget about you the love of her life. After years when she owned more houses than the one she shared with you she still can't forget you. You are everywhere she knew she could never forget you and your beautiful personality.

She hopes that you are happy and healthy up there in heaven without being in pain or heartbroken because of all the pain she put you through during the time in your relationship. She hope not that you would ever forget her in heaven.

[flooffybits]

Habits and Subtlety

Idol: Kim Yoohyeon & Lee Yubin (Dreamcatcher)

It might not be their love language, but they are willing if that’s what keeps a smile on your face and you by their side.

☕buy me a coffee☕

You were like a lost child the moment you stepped into the world that is Dreamcatcher.

While you weren't the maknae of the group, the fact that you were the latest addition and that you were a foreigner made all of your members shield you and act like simply leaving you alone wasn't an option for any of them.

In fact, it had become an unspoken rule that someone had to be holding you in the event that you went out.

And you weren't complaining, really. Your members were cute like that, and it was also nice to know how much they cared about you.

But due to this, you had eventually grown into the habit of latching onto someone's hand whenever it was possible and fans were quick to notice.

It was a little trait that many found endearing and three out of four of the unnie line were more than happy to lace their fingers with yours the moment your hands were unoccupied. But of course, given that Minji had taken care of you from the very beginning, you were much more accustomed to when she would suddenly grab your hand in hers before leading you to where you needed to be.

"Why don't you hold Yoohyeon or Dami's hands?" Bora decided to tease during one of your vlives together and you puff your cheeks. "They don't like it too much, so I don't want to make them uncomfortable." You reply while looking through the comments that continue to move upwards, a visible pout on your features as you play with the dancer's fingers.

Bora raised a brow at your expression, knowing how you had to constantly restrain yourself whenever you saw the pair or only had both of them closest to you. In the end, you'd always seek the comfort of your older members instead, specifically Minji's as she happily welcomed you to her side.

And while it did make the pair feel bad for having rejected your affections, it also made them a little jealous whenever you would run to the others, but that was something they couldn’t blame you with, either.

"I love every one of the members." You clarify when you see the question being repeated. "But we also have to learn to respect the people we love." You added while raising a finger and Bora gives you a tiny push before laughing. "What's with you?" She chuckled and you puff your cheeks while lightly smacking her arm. "I'm being serious!" 

Ever since that day, it’s been known to everyone that you didn’t dislike your members, you were merely respecting their boundaries and refusing to make them uncomfortable.

So during one of your fanmeets where you were standing at the end of the line with Yoohyeon right next to you, she caught the way your hand went to reach for hers, only to stop halfway and walk a good distance away from her and just interact with fans, which made her internally pout when she saw Siyeon coming to your rescue, scooping you up into her arms and eliciting laughter from your lips when she nuzzled your neck.

"No need to look so glum, Yoohyeon-ah. You know she loves you." Dong gave her a pat on the back as a means of comfort, though it only worked in making her pout bigger. "But she won't hug me." She complained, earning an amused look from the Chinese woman. "Well, you did tell her you didn't like it." 

In the end, Yoohyeon was left to watch you being doted on by both Siyeon and Gahyeon, the three of you happily showing your affection for one another and ending the event with Siyeon's arms still locked securely around your waist while you clung to Gahyeon's hand.

Yubin had raised a brow but said nothing while Minji merely smiled and shook her head whilst Bora playfully rolled her eyes, soon running into your little group to join you as you all bid your fans farewell and a safe trip home.

Yoohyeon decided to make up for the missed opportunity with the ride home, but to her dismay, you opted to sit beside Dong like usual. And while it wasn't your intention to avoid either her or Yubin, you had just gotten so used to sticking next to your fellow foreign member since your predebut days that it was natural to stay next to her.

And to make matters worse, you were already falling asleep not even five minutes into leaving the venue.

"Don't look at me like that. She'll come to you when we reach the dorms."

And it was true.

Since Yubin was your roommate, the three of you had all the privacy possible when at home, unless one of your members decided to pester you.

So as soon as you've washed up and got ready for bed, it doesn't take long before fingers come threading with your hair and a warm body pressed up against you. When you open your eyes, Yubin is sitting at the edge of your bed, her hand in your hair whilst Yoohyeon keeps her face tucked under your chin, light snores already greeting your ears.

All too soon, you're following Yoohyeon into a peaceful slumber, your arms wrapped loosely around her waist. The warmth of her body and Yubin's gentle fingers were enough to lull you to sleep and you find yourself smiling as you did, accompanied with a pleasant dream filled with the two women next to you.

..

"Unnie, I'm hungry." Your whine echoed in the dorm when you sat up on the couch, peeking into the kitchen where Bora was already at. "What am I supposed to do about that, baby?" The dancer shoots back at you, the playful yet affectionate grin playing at her lips as you pout at her. "Feed me."

Chuckles are drawn from your other members and Bora raises a brow at the child-like expression that has Siyeon coming to you and scooping you into her arms. "You're so cute, Y/n. I could just squish you." She coos, making your pout grow as she pinches your cheeks in an affectionate manner.

"What's the magic word?" Bora had asked, claiming your attention again and Yoohyeon could feel her own lips forming a pout of her own. "I'll give cuddles if you do."

"I was expecting a please, but that works, too."

"Why don't you ask either me or Dami for food?" Your taller girlfriend asked out of the blue and all eyes shifted to her whilst Yubin sank in her seat, covering her face at the other's less than subtle jealousy.

You blinked owlishly at the other before cocking your head, effectively laying it on Siyeon’s shoulder and prompting the vocalist to cuddle you without hesitation, even going so far as to wrap her arms around your frame that it spurs your girlfriend more.

“But you don’t like cooking.” You had replied, leaning further into the wolf’s embrace. “Oh, come on. There’s no need to be so squirmy, it’s only right we take care of this baby.” Minji says as she reaches over to pinch your cheek and Yubin huffs. “Yeah, but shouldn’t we be the first people she comes to?” She asks quietly.

“We all know how it’s going to end, so we can just skip unnie’s sulking.” Gahyeon chimes, reminding them that you have asked both your girlfriends to cook for you before, only for you to end up asking Minji instead and the pair had to endure watching you cling to the leader like a koala.

Yubin had to admit, she was beginning to feel kind of guilty. Even though her love language wasn't through touch, it was yours. And she understands that both her and Yoohyeon were neglecting your need to have someone holding you, seeing how you easily melted into Siyeon's embrace.

You were always one to put their comfort over your own desires.

It was a trait she loved and hated because sometimes she wished that you would be a little more selfish and honest with them.

If you asked, she wouldn’t mind every now and then, and she knows that Yoohyeon would easily give in after a little coaxing.

Instead, she had to sit back and quietly watch while the unnies doted on you and showered you with more affection than she and Yoohyeon have in the past month.

It was a surprise, of course, to see how close you and Bora have gotten, given you weren’t the most compatible pair when you first joined. The girls were a little iffy with your addition, more so when your personality clashed with the dancer’s, but due to her affectionate behavior, you were quick to warm up to her and came to her whenever Minji or Siyeon weren’t around.

Like she had assumed the role as Gahyeon’s mother in the group, she had taken the same role with you.

“Hey, be quiet.” The girls looked over to Bora’s gentle command, spotting you curled up next to her, head against her shoulder with your eyes shut. They hadn’t even realized the time, but as soon as they saw you passed out on the couch, Yubin made a move to stand.

“I can bring her to our room.” She offered and Bora gave her a smile while shaking her head. ”It’s okay, I can do it.” Despite her smaller stature, the girls knew that Bora was more than capable of carrying any of them, so it wasn’t a surprise as she gently picked you up, adjusting your position just so you wouldn’t fall.

But it didn’t mean that Yubin wouldn’t be there to support her if she started to struggle.

Once you were in bed, Yubin pressed her lips together as Bora tucked you in, making sure not to wake you before she finally turned to face one of your girlfriends.

“What’s going on with you?” Yubin was caught off guard by the sudden aggression, but she stayed still, confusion written over her features before Bora continued. “I get that you guys aren’t exactly touchy, but a little bit of it won’t hurt, Dami.” She scolded, earning a frown to appear on the younger girl’s face this time. “Y/n needs affection, Dami. I know you know this - it’s basically how she recharges herself.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Yubin questioned while stealing a quick glance in your direction, making sure that you were still sound asleep. “Because it feels like you and Yoohyeon are forgetting that.”

The statement earned the rapper’s attention as she set her eyes back on the older woman. “Y/n is tired, and I get that you have your own way of showing her you care, but you have to understand that a relationship can never be one sided.”

Everyone knew the extent of Bora's protectiveness towards you, she was gentler with you than she was with Dong. But this was a completely different side to her that Yubin had to admit she's surprised to witness.

"Just… be a little more mindful." 

As soon as she was left alone, Yubin stared blankly at the wall in front of her. The older woman's words kept replaying in her head like a record, and she'd just been standing there for more than five minutes. The noise in the living room picked up again.

"Dami?"

Yoohyeon had silently slipped out of the room to check on the latter, though she's sure the others have noticed, given that she tripped over one of the girl's chargers and accidentally yanked it off the socket.

"You didn't come back, so I thought something happened." She explains before spotting your sleeping figure, a smile immediately overcoming her features as she makes her way over and Yubin frowns when she watches.

They've only ever been able to come to you when you were sleeping.

Could you have felt their presence even then?

"I think we need to talk."

That made the taller girl pause, her body tensing as she slowly looked back at the rapper who was watching you with a grimace.

"We can't keep doing this to Y/n." She breathed out and Yoohyeon frowned while she placed her hand on top of yours, your fingers twitching under her touch and she laced them together. "I know. I just… don't know how."

"We can both admit that it's hard seeing her with someone else. But we haven't been doing anything to change that."

"Then what are you suggesting?"

Yubin bites her lip, anxiety seeping through her veins as she shakes her head. There was no room for hesitation. The answer was clear as day.

Something really did need to change.

.. 

"Girls, come on, unnie is downstairs and she said they're waiting for us!" You hurried to grab your things, making sure your hair was okay even though your stylist would take care of it as soon as you get to the venue, but you wanted to make their job as easy as possible.

In your hurry, you fail to notice someone else come into the hall and accidentally bump into them.

"Sorry!" You yelp as an arm wraps around you. "And here I thought I was the clumsy one." You look up in surprise to find Yoohyeon smiling at you.

Making sure that you're balanced on your feet, she finally lets you go before tilting her head. "Be more careful. I don't want Dami having to take care of both of us." She chuckles before running her fingers through your hair and then pressing a kiss to your cheek.

Her actions were a little surprising, but you make no comment. Only a smile comes to your lips as you nod your head.

"Are you ready to go?" She asks you and you hum before another arm wraps around your waist and the smell of Yubin's perfume quickly wafts to your nose. "Don't forget about me."

You had to take a quick look at both of your girlfriends, making sure that you weren't just imagining things. But they seemed to help you out of your thoughts when they started pulling you towards the exit.

In the car, the pair pulled you to the very back, situating you in between them, and Gahyeon looked just as confused as you but shrugged as she sat down.

"Time flies by so fast." You mutter while looking out the window, watching the scenery change into a blur of colors. "It's so weird." You chuckle and then face the front again.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Yoohyeon asks you and you shrug your shoulders while leaning back. "Just a little reminiscent, I guess." You tell her, head leaning towards her shoulder, only to pause midway.

But like always, she notices. And this time, her hand moves to rest against the side of your head to nudge you into laying against her. She keeps her hand gentle against your jaw and you're even more surprised, but say nothing as you snuggle against your taller girlfriend.

On the other side of you, Yubin places one hand on your knee, her nimble fingers lightly tapping against it as her eyes stay on the book she's placed on her lap, using her other hand to turn the pages. Her attention is on the book, but you know that she’s also paying attention to you by the way she pauses whenever you speak and it gives you a small sense of warmth knowing this while Yoohyeon cuddles you.

The rest of the ride is silent on your end, all four of you merely catching up on lost sleep, missed shows, or in Yubin's case, her book. And maybe, during another time, you would all have more energy to use, but for now, you enjoyed the peace and sudden comfort you were given on the way to meet with your fans.

"What's this? A bit tired, little cub?" Minji's voice came through the speakers and fans were making noises, mixed with the shutters of cameras. You look at her with a slight pout from your place and shake your head, fighting back a yawn that was trying to come out.

"I'm fine! I had coffee so I have all the energy I need!" You replied, fingers fiddling with the marker set on the table in front of you. "Ah, you know you can’t lie to us, baby." Bora clicked her tongue with mock disappointment on her features. "You should know better than to lie to your mom."

The pout on your face showed that you couldn't think of a proper response at the moment and Yoohyeon smiled softly before she casually leaned closer and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, rubbing your arm as she patted your head in a comforting manner.

She knows you're tired and she's partly to blame because she had you stay up late with her when she had gotten engrossed in a book Yubin had lent her. She chatted through the night, the rapper soon joined and you ended up falling asleep somewhere along the way, reminding them that they should get some sleep, too.

The action, however, gains various of your fans' attention when the taller woman doesn't pull away sooner than she usually does. Siyeon can't help but smile a little bit more at that, but covers it up by waving at a fansite.

Yoohyeon doesn't let go of you while you all remain in your seats. She keeps her pinky finger linked with yours or takes your hand when she's allowed to, much to everyone's surprise.

When you're finally done signing everyone's albums and are allowed to walk around, you're next to Dong and asking her about the dish she mentioned a few nights ago. You’ve been meaning to cook it for her, but you had to be sure about the ingredients and how the flavor is supposed to be, which is tricky considering you’ve never tried it.

But you figured you’d wing it and accept whatever teasing she has in store once the surprise is over.

Though while you talk, a hand suddenly comes to the small of your back and a chin finds its place on your shoulder, making your hand come up to pat whoever’s head it was. But the look on Dong’s face made you blink before turning slightly to find your shorter girlfriend smiling at you.

“Dami, what are you doing?” You ask, laughing a little in disbelief. You’re somewhat flustered, but as her arms snake around your waist, you’re quick to lean against her as she shrugs. “Nothing. I just wanted to hold you.” She muttered quietly and Dong made a face, playfully pushing both of you at your display of affection.

But she’s happy to see the effort Yubin and Yoohyeon are putting this time around for you.

“Unnie!” Yoohyeon’s voice rings a little later with Yubin still stuck by your side as you quietly speak with one another. The clumsy girl trips on her own feet, making her yelp.

Luckily, she was near enough that she fell into your arms rather than the floor. It causes Yubin to pull back while the latter grips at your shoulders with a whine after her mini heart attack. “Are you okay?” You ask softly, helping her stand back up and making sure she hasn’t hurt herself.

“Yes, I’m good.” She wiggles her foot to show you that there’s no need to worry before pulling you into a hug, one that catches you off guard. “Woah, okay!” Laughter comes spilling from your lips when you return her embrace before she pulls away, leaving an arm around your shoulders and Yubin’s arm goes back to your waist.

“What’s with you two today?” You chuckled and the pair shared a look before shrugging their shoulders. “We just wanted to hug you.” Yoohyeon claimed and you eye them suspiciously, before Yubin gives you a small squeeze.

“It’s nothing, don’t worry.”

Despite wanting to ask them if something was wrong, the smiles on their faces seemed enough to assure you. While posing for pictures, Yubin makes sure that she’s either touching your hand or waist whilst Yoohyeon never strays too far away just so she can reach you as soon as she can.

While you weren’t exactly used to the sudden show of affection, you made no complaints. And as you got back to the dorm that day, you quickly found yourself wrapped up in your favorite girls’ arms.

[sevlgi]

dami as a girlfriend

requested: yes x2 (🐻 ANON THIS IS FOR YOU)

group: dreamcatcher

a/n: MMH I’M SINGLE

everything about dating yubin is understated in a way that makes you super comfortable

honestly, your relationship is the kind of domestic that makes people think you’ve been married for years

her members constantly refer to you as yubin’s wife, and your friends do the same

your quality time consists of just enjoying each others’ presence, no matter what you’re actually doing

she likes reading to you or hearing you read to her the most, because it combines her favorite person with her favorite hobby, while you like cooking together and feeling harmonious when you work side by side

another thing you do a lot is gardening, since yubin has a habit of bringing cute pots and plants home whenever she sees them

your windowsills and countertops are exploding lol

while she’s quite quiet most of the time, yubin can talk your ear off when she’s excited, with the same giddy smile that makes you fall in love every time

especially about books

yubin’s also very easily flustered, though you just find it so cute that you have to randomly kiss her in public just to see her reaction

she doesn’t really mind, don’t worry

you call her the most outrageous pet names, especially in front of her members, but yubin just settles for the short and sweet ones, like “love” or “baby”

don’t be fooled-- at home, she’ll tease you mercilessly about the smallest things

she gets weird when you least expect it; sometimes, she interrupts your work just to ask if you think she can fit eight cupcakes in her mouth

yubin is also definitely a very supportive girlfriend

she gives the best soothing talks, and she can make you feel like you can conquer the world even when you’re incredibly nervous

after she reads something about small ways of encouragement, she starts leaving sticky note messages for you out of habit

she takes care of you in such small ways, without any complaint

on the days that you’re tired, you’ll wake up to a spotless apartment, all the chores you were dreading already done for you

yubin actually doesn’t mind when you’re sick, because it gives her a chance to really, really take care of you

she makes the best chicken soup, and she’s so very attentive

when you’re exhausted, she loves to sit by you and just sing you something calming in her smooth, deep voice

she’s definitely not possessive (yubin doesn’t understand people who get unnecessarily jealous), but she can be protective if she wants to be

and honestly, when she steps in front of you and uses that voice of hers, you just get starry eyed

instead of planned cuddle sessions, yubin likes passing touches that don’t require a lot of thought

you’ll get a random backhug while she walks past you in the kitchen, or have your hand held because hers are cold

(she denies it, but she likes being the little spoon)

while she isn’t the type to constantly voice her affection, you never doubt that she’d fetch the moon for you if you ask

and her saying it less often just makes you trust her “i love you”s more

on the rare occasion that you argue, yubin’s main priority is making sure you know that she isn’t actually angry at you

she’ll tell you that she needs to take a breather before continuing the conversation, so that the both of you can remain mature, but yubin refuses to end a conversation on a bad note

she’s also very good at compromising, so any disagreement can be settled super easily

yubin is really the type to naturally become a favorite with your friends and family, just because they can see how much she cares about you

seriously, it’s so obvious to everyone around you

even if she doesn’t really like pda, her loving gazes when you aren’t watching, her smiles at your honestly terrible jokes...

there are just certain smiles that are reserved for you, you know?