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late night snack.. kang no-eul x f!reader

written by @yenyu1s ( ˶˘ ³˘(⋆❛ ہ ❛⋆)

pairing(s) : kang no-eul x f!reader

contents : fluff/comfort, a droplet of hurt? - minor cursing, mentions of assault

synopsis : kang no-eul would've never expect that her late night run to the convenience store would turn into an unexpected moment of warmth, as two strangers find comfort in each other over instant noodles and canned coffee beneath the store’s fluorescent glow.

wc : 3.05k

(a/n) first sg post in my blog! :3 i took inspiration for the storyline from a c.ai bot of kang no-eul made by @collupz ! i really hope you guys enjoy ♡ i might make this into maybe a 2-part, 3-part series? let me know if you liked this one and give me ideas for the next part if you have some on your mind ^-^

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late night snack cravings was a weekly affair for no-eul.

she'd step out of her makeshift house (that is, her teal minivan..) and would make her way to the nearest, cheapest motel to take a hot, soothing shower. before beelining to the nearest CU.

no-eul drowned out the sound of cars buzzing by. rather, she focused on the crunching and rustling of her combat boots on the pavement. her furrowed eyebrows and chiseled face illuminated by the street light's glow, deep in thought.

the annual squid games was about to start, and no-eul was called in to fulfill her role as a guard. her slender fingers brushed against the fabric as they slipped into the pocket of her jacket, searching for the familiar shape of whatever lay inside before finally revealing a business card. she scanned the odd logo, reminiscing of the first time she was given the business card two years back : a circle, square and a triangle. on the other side of the business card a series of numbers forming a phone number.

she wasn't exactly thrilled at the invitation.. yes, the job earned her enough money to pay for food and daily needs, infact it paid more than her usual part-time job as a pink bunny mascot at the local theme park. she was pretty good at being a guard. she liked the quiet thrill humming beneath her skin, the notch and curves of her sniper felt comfortable and familiar.

but the money wasn't enough to fulfill her utmost desire : bringing her daughter home.

a few days ago, no-eul had barged in to the north korean defector shelter, demanding for information of the whereabouts of her daughter. slapping a decent stack of money on the broker's desk.

"let me be honest with you, how do you expect a one-year-old to survive in north korea without her parents?"

the broker’s words cut deep into no-eul’s still beating heart. she had heard the same thing from every north korean broker she visited—each one worn down, their hope long extinguished. but she refused to let go. she clung to the belief that her daughter was still out there, waiting to be wrapped in her arms once more.

she paused beside a narrow, dark alleyway, her decision finally made: she would join this year’s squid games as a guard once again.

she fumbled with her phone to make the anticipated call, business card in hand.

as she was messily typing out the mysterious number on the keypad, a high-pitched shriek pierced through the quiet nocturne, making no-eul's half-lidded eyes widen, and chapped lips part in shock.

"help! stop it!-"

the helpless scream came from the depths of the alleyway. no-eul didn't know what got into her. she was never the type to be a savior, she would usually turn a blind eye.. heck, she kills people for a living!

however, she felt her legs move, picking up her pace, and she entered the unknown, vast alleyway. passing by shut-down market stalls and abandoned storage rooms. the cold air hitting her face as she sprinted.

she reached the end of the backstreet, slowing down at the sight of the end of the alleyway, a brick wall, with you.. cornered. your body being strangled and pushed up by two large men.

"we told you to pay us back until the end of a week! where's our money huh?!" the huge man strangling you spat at your face.

your dangling legs kicked and kicked as you struggled for air, you tried to slap at the hands that strangled you, but the other thug pinned your dainty hands into the cold brick wall.

your panicked eyes found no-eul's stoic ones, hidden under her baseball cap. the older woman burned with quiet fury. she didn't hesitate.

with a swift motion, she lunged toward the first thug - the one who was strangling you. her foot connecting with his knee, sending him crashing to the ground with a loud grunt. she grabbed his collar and shoved him into the brick wall, her voice low and lethal.

"never lay a finger on her ever again."

you leaped out of his grasp, coughing and gasping for air, hitting the hard pavement. the other thug's attention diverted to the mysterious woman that had showed up in your defense.

"ya! who are you, bitch?" he roared, scrambling forward to land a punch.

in a fluid motion, no-eul took charge and grabbed his arm, twisting it before slamming him to the ground, panting as she held him down.

by now, you had already picked yourself up and dusted off the dirt that sprinkled your stockings. you reach to fix your skirt that had been ridden up as you were being hauled into the wall. your gaze finally fixated at the woman who was kneeing the last thug to remind him of his defeat.

your breath hitched as the moonbeam revealed the woman's face that was hidden beneath her tattered hat. her eyes had something fierce in them, sweet determination. her freckled nose pointed high. you saw as she parted her chapped lips for fresh air, the way she gave the thug a harder shove to the ground with her calloused hands as she scolded him. and, oh, her hands. the muscles under her skin twitch as she held a forceful grip on the thug.

the two men slowly pulled themselves together, not strong enough to pose any threat. they stumbled off to the distance when no-eul loosened her grip on the last man. she ran her hands through her hair before picking up her tall frame from her kneeling position and turning to you.

"you okay?" she exhaled sharply, and brought her full attention to you. her cold eyes scan you up and down, assessing you for any injuries. her demeanor still aloof.

you were.. pretty, to say the least. maybe adorable would be the right word. she was in awe of your doll-like features.. the moonlight gave her the chance to get a better look at you. your hair slightly disheveled from the force those loan sharks brought against you. the way you looked up at her, with admiring eyes.. she felt as if she could have a brain meltdown that second.

"thank you, oh, thank you.." you gushed, snapping out of your trance. you reached for your oversized messenger bag that was left untouched on the ground. "i-i don't know what could've happen to me if you hadn't been there.."

"are you sure you're okay?" the tall woman repeats, more quietly this time. a hint of worry evident in her voice.

"yeah! not even a scratch!.. please, how could i ever thank you?" you assured her as you lift your head to look up at her once again, both of your manicured hands reached for her tense, rough ones. "here, have you eaten dinner yet? i'll buy you dinner at the convenience store down the corner, my treat!"

no-eul scoffed in disbelief as you basically dragged her out of the gloomy alleyway into the sidewalk. you didn't even give her the chance to answer, or think! she squinted and narrowed her eyes at the change of lighting.

"i.. i guess i haven't had dinner yet.." she mumbled, and cursed herself for having no self-control.

i nodded, "me too.. oh, hurry now, noona, it's getting cold outside." you doted, fixing your pink plaid scarf as you picked up your pace, loafers stomping on the concrete.

no-eul mentally facepalmed herself. it wasn't so much that she was being called noona, but rather because she was so easily persuaded by you. she would've just outright refused if it was anyone else, but looking at you.. all sweet, innocent like a lamb, even after getting assaulted. your aura was completely different from hers and it fueled something in her.

the woman sighed softly, she followed behind you into the convenience store, taking in the sight of your short frame and pink scarf, dangling off your shoulder.

the doorbell of the CU rang, welcoming the pair. you dashed straight to the drinks aisle, scanning for cold, crisp water. sighing in relief as you chugged the water bottle.

"you gonna pay for that?" the store clerk joked, leaning against the register.

you shot him an annoyed look before glancing at the woman you had just met a few minutes ago. her eyes scanning the instant food aisle, she picked up her usual cup of cheap seafood ramyun and studied the nutrition facts. her tired eyes indicates for a much needed caffeine boost.

"oh, i really like that flavor!.. tastes like home." you gasped, grinning from ear to ear, standing by her side. reaching over to grab a matching ramyun cup

she could easily feel your body heat and warmth radiating from you as you stood by her. no-eul kept the same stoic look she had in her face when she first looked at you. she wondered how you could be so calm after what had happened. you even offered to buy her a meal!

"thank you.." the woman muttered, her voice light, spinning the canned americano she picked up at the drink aisle on the counter.

"don't mention it, i should thank you! without your help.. i might've been dead by now." you tried to joke. no-eul felt a smile creeping up her face as she leaned against the register, which was rare to see to people who might know her.

you paid for the meal and glared at the greasy store clerk, forcing a smile. you both take turns pouring hot water into your instant ramen cups before plopping yourself on the bar stool by the window. the bright, fluorescent neon sign illuminating the view infront of you.

no-eul sat next to you, her broad shoulders brushing against yours. you shivered at the feeling and you could feel her tense up at the interaction.

"i'm glad you're okay." she said, almost inaudibly.

no-eul could feel your eyes on her. she placed her hand on the rim of the ramyun cup, taking in the warmth.

you played with your nails, nodding. "i'm glad you're okay too, noona.." your voice sweet and low.

you both sat in silence for a minute, waiting for the ramyun to cook and bathe in the hot water.

"how old are you?" she blurted out, unable to hold her tongue.

"s-sorry?"

no-eul grimaced. shutting her eyes.. she probably said that too bluntly. she quickly tried to salvage her question.

"oh, i.. um, wanted to know your age." she said, gently this time. "you.. seem rather young, to be out here alone at this time."

"ah~" you nodded in understanding, "well i just turned 26 a few weeks ago.."

26..? 26..

you were 4 years younger than her, a surge of protectiveness smothered no-eul. "you're young.." she managed to breathe out with a faint smile, unable to get a better response out. her heart thumping in her chest.

"well? how old are you noona?" you asked with a tinge of curiosity before a wave of realization hit you, "oh my, should i even be calling you that? i'm sorry!" you covered your mouth in embarrassment, scolding yourself on being too careless.

no-eul grinned at the question. she didn't mind you calling her noona.

"i'm 30, 30-years-old. um.. i don't mind being called noona." she nodded, looking at your reflection in the window.

she couldn't help but stare at your face. the way you nod your head and puff your cheeks in consensus, the way your face lit up as you realized the ramyun was ready, and how you stuck out your tongue, focusing on trying to split the wooden chopsticks in two.

you were too darn cute for her own good!

no-eul carefully opened her ramyun cup and broke her chopsticks, warm steam fusing with the cold air. she looked over to see you take your first bite before taking a nibble of the seafood ramyun herself.

between bites, the conversation flowed easily, lighthearted with airy laughter here and there. the world outside seemed far away as the pair chatted about everything and nothing— your lifelong dream of being an english teacher, no-eul's pet peeve of people chewing with their mouth open, your embarrassing phone addiction.. no-eul even brought up her past, how she defected from north korea. however, she left the mention of her daughter a story for another day.

she admired how easy you were to talk with, the tension between you two definitely melted away after about an hour of chatting your heads off. unbeknownst to you, heat crept up no-eul's face as the minutes passed by, getting to know you better. she was good at hiding it. however, you on the other hand, would blatantly blush and avert your gaze out of shyness here and there throughout the conversation.

"ugh, how am I going to get home.." she heard you complaining to yourself. your eyes flickered between your phone's lockscreen and the outside world. a gust of wind blew leaves that were scattered on the ground in all sorts of direction, you shiver at the sight.

"do you live around here?" she asked, taking a slow sip of her canned coffee. the ring on her thumb tapped against the metal with a soft clink. in the polished surface of the band, you caught a faint reflection of your own face.

you blushed at the sight of fine jewelry decorating her sleek hands. "yeah.. well i go to school at the university a few blocks down. i was going home for the day but got stopped by those loan sharks."

"..loan sharks?" no-euls eyes widened, shifting in her seat. how could someone like you be involved in something so.. dangerous?

you averted your gaze back to your half empty cup of noodles in shame. "well, yeah.. you know, when scholarships don’t cover enough, and part-time jobs barely pay for daily necessities, you start getting… creative with your options."

no-eul felt a pang of guilt and sorrow taking over. even though you both are polar opposites in terms of aesthetics, you were.. just like her.

"i think we're on the same boat." no-eul chuckled, her comment made you raise your eyebrows.

she continued hesitantly, "mm, my part-time job isn't the best.. the pay is shitty and well, you know.. co-workers." she hummed, no-eul was surprised she was able to open up to someone this easily. gosh, what were you doing to her?

you nodded in understanding, admiring the pretty woman in front of you. your heart softening slightly at the way she was able to ease your mind.

"i get you, noona. sometimes i feel like i'm in my own bubble, i don't really have any real friends or family to be around with that i could pour my guts out to." your soft voice was like a symphony that seeps into the quiet spaces of no-eul's heart, tugging on her heartstrings.

no-eul was glad you both shared a gentle understanding for each other. the sweet smile on her face betrayed her cool, tough outer shell. she felt comforted and seen by you. that was all that matters to her at the moment.

"i'll probably just take the bus home.. i think i still have some credits in my flash card." you thought to yourself, chewing at the last chunk of soggy dried vegetables.

oddly enough, no-eul didn't want the night to end. it was probably due to her being deprived of human interaction, but she was certain she didn't want to leave without catching your name.

you were in the middle of packing your bags when you felt a cold hand reach for your forearm. turning your head, you caught no-eul's saddened eyes.

"when can i see you again?" she whispered softly, her voice rumbling in her throat. her touch lingered for a second longer.

your breath hitched, fixing your eyes on the change in no-eul's expression. is this the same stone cold, fierce woman i met just a few hours ago? you asked yourself. you smiled, your eyes crinkled at the softness that appeared in no-euls demeanor.

without a word, you reached into the pocket of your messenger bag, pulling out a pink glittery pen. you looked for something to write on before taking notice of the business card that peeked out of no-eul's jacket's right pocket.

without asking and knowing the origin of the business card, you snatched the piece of carton and scribbled your name and contact number on it over the cryptic unknown phone number that was inked into the card. doodling a heart next to your name before handing it to the freckled woman.

"if.. if you are in need of someone to talk to.. or a lunch buddy.. i'm one call away." your voice light and full of hope. the hope no-eul needed in this cruel world. it took no-eul everything in her to hold her back from reaching over and pinching your cheeks.. you were too adorable and charming for someone like her!

no-eul's eyes lingered on the business card. once, to her, it had been nothing more than a plain, worn piece of brown cardboard—just another business card sent to her from her higher-ups. but now, with your name and number etched upon it with pink glittery ink, it felt different, it meant something to her.

she watched as you pivoted on your heel, heading towards the convenience store’s front door. you paused before it, your gaze flicking back to her. "i never caught your name, noona."

no-eul pursed her lips into a thin line, before burying her hands into the pockets of her jacket, building up anticipation inside of you. "no-eul, kang no-eul."

you flashed her a toothy grin which made her heart fully explode, "no-eul.." you whispered, testing the name on your tongue, "..pretty."

oh.

no-eul went into full shut down mode at your compliment, her knees buckling, stomach churning.

what are you doing to me? she thought to herself.

you were oblivious to no-eul's breakdown, instead you gave her a small smile and wave before mouthing a cute little 'bye!' as you exit the convenience store into the night.

your name echoed through each and every nook and cranny in her mind, until it became the only thought in her head.

she couldn't wait for the next time her world would collide with yours again.

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yenyu1s · 17 days ago

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' 𝓒𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝓨𝐨𝐮 ,

pairing kang sae-byeok x fem!reader | wc: 4.2k

synopsis your girlfriend comes home from work feeling a bit more clingier than usual, resulting in clips of her going viral for being handsy on stream.

genre pure fluff | requested by anon. | masterlist

Kang Sae-byeok had a way of entering a room like a quiet storm, carrying an energy that was both calming and commanding. You didn't need to look up to know it was her. The familiar chime of your home security as the front door opened, the muffled shuffle of her sneakers against the hardwood floor, and the almost imperceptible sigh she let out as if shedding the brunt of her day off once she stepped into the apartment were enough to signal her return. It was late—her long shifts often stretched into the night—but even exhaustion couldn't dull the magnetic presence she brought with her.

You were mid-stream, headphones snug over your ears as the glow of your screen illuminated the darkened room. The chat was buzzing with activity, viewers throwing suggestions and jokes your way as you tried your hardest to focus on the decision-based games storyline.

Then from the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of her feet padding towards your streaming room until the door slowly creaked open. her head slowly peeking in to try and not disrupt you. A glimpse of dark hair, tired eyes, and the faintest smile that tugged at her lips as she peeked into the room, the smallest smile tugging at her lips as she gazed at your relaxed figure. She stood there for a moment, her fingers curling around the edge of the door frame as if debating whether to disturb you. But then, as always, her desire to be near you won out. Fighting against her hesitance, she stepped inside with the quiet grace you adored, her presence like a soothing balm.

“Hey,” she whispered, her voice as soft and understated as her footsteps.

You glanced at her, your heart doing a little flip at the sight of her. “Hold on, guys,” you said quickly, ignoring the flurry of comments in the chat as you muted your mic. The viewers could wait—Sae-byeok never could, The influx of comments going unnoticed by the both of you as you stared up at her adoringly.

etrnalsunshine omg is that sae-byeok?

saiki.png OH! so you weren't lying about having a girlfriend

tharealmiumiu WHO THAT IN THE BAAAAAACK? WHO THAT IN THE BACK, WHO THAT IN THE BACK, WHO THAT-

catdog1967 i know that ain't who i think it is…

"You look tired," you said gently, your voice barely above a whisper.

"I am," she replied, her tone understated but warm. "But I needed to see you."

Without another word, she dipped down and kissed you. It wasn't a rushed kiss, but slow and full of emotion, her lips brushing against yours as though she were savoring the moment. One of her hands left her pocket to cradle your cheek, her thumb grazing your skin in a feather-light touch that sent shivers down your spine. She broke away for a brief moment only to kiss you again, this time lingering longer, her lips warm and soft, molding perfectly against yours.

“How’s it going?” she murmured quietly, barely breaking away from your lips as her voice carried the weight of her rough work day but still dripping with affection.

“It’s going,” you whisper slightly dazed. “You?” you quietly add on, tilting your head in question.

She lazily shrugged her shoulders before she closed the gap between you once again, her lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was as gentle as it was grounding.

Her fingers lightly grazed your cheek, her thumb tracing an invisible pattern along your jawline as she kissed you again—this one lingering, her lips soft and warm against yours as if she were a starved woman, seeking out your touch.

“What game are you playing?” she asked between soft pecks, her voice tinged with curiosity and a faint rasp from a long day as she held your chin in place to continue her flurry of soft pecks.

“Just—something for…for the stream,” you mumbled, unable to focus with her so close. You didn’t want to pull away, and judging by the way her thumb continued to gently stroke your chin, neither did she.

Finally, she smiled softly, her fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “I’m going to take a quick shower. Don’t miss me too much,” she teased, her words playful but her tone gentle. She pinched your cheek lightly before stepping away, her hand slipping from your face at the last moment as though reluctant to fully let go.

Her absence left a hollow ache in the air, but you pushed it aside. It was impossible to get your mind to focus entirely when the thought of her lingered in your mind-the softness of her lips, the warmth of her touch, the way her presence seemed to fill every corner of the apartment.

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067.ksb WAIT OMGGG YALL ARE SO CUTE

xx.aerii.xx WHEN IS IT GONNA BE MY TURNNN (｡╯︵╰｡)

venus_sserena just called me single in 52 gestures and 38 languages

You turned back to your stream. Confusion etched on your face as the speed of the chat doubled seemingly out of nowhere, until the slow realization came to you that your camera was still on and your fans saw everything.

Your face instantly flushed, the feeling of warmth creeped up your neck slowly as you unmuted your mic. You cleared your throat softly before continuing on with game as if nothing happened, refusing to look at the chat as you typed away on your keyboard, adding in your own soft quips and lines of commentary but your voice was slightly weaker from before, still feeling the trace of Sae-Byeok on your lips.

It wasn’t long before she returned, interrupting your stream once again. This time, her hair was damp, framing her face in soft waves that clung to her cheeks. She wore an oversized sweater that hung loosely off one shoulder, paired with black shorts that revealed her long, toned legs. Her bare feet padded quietly across the floor as she approached, her movements unhurried, almost cat-like.

She leaned over the back of your chair, her arms draping around your shoulders as she rested her head lightly against yours. Her damp hair tickled your temple, and her scent—clean, earthy, and undeniably hers—enveloped you.

“Are you hungry?” she asked, her voice soft yet casual as she scrolled through a food delivery app on her phone. Her fingers moved with an absentminded grace, the light from the screen reflecting off her delicate features.

You muted your mic again, ignoring the flurry of comments in the chat. “Yeah, what are you in the mood for?” you asked, your tone playful.

She shrugged, a faint smile tugging at her lips as she scrolled. “Anything’s fine, as long as it’s with you,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Her body remained pressed against yours, her warmth grounding you in a way nothing else could even after she put the order in for your food.

You glanced up at her, your lips twitching into a smile. “Why are you still here?” you teased, reaching up to gently touch her arm.

She blinked, her eyes widening slightly as though just realizing how long she’d been standing there. With a soft chuckle, she straightened up, the hand holding her phone brushing against your shoulder briefly. “Right. You’re streaming. Sorry,” she murmured, the faintest blush coloring her cheeks as she reluctantly stepped away.

saccharinesulli need more content of sae-byeok and y/n on my desk by monday, 10pm sharp. preferably with audio

isafromcali not she came back for seconds 😛

onyyxx I NEED A LIP READER, WHERE ARE ALL OF THE LIP READERSSS

kittyuuuuhh this is the most we’ve ever seen of sae-byeok AND IM NOT COMPLAINING

Glancing at the chat you said nothing again, hiding the smile that fought its way onto your face with one of your sweater paws as you switched over to a video to watch instead. “You guys are having way too much fun,” you quietly murmur.

Once the food arrived, Sae-byeok reappeared, balancing two plates of takeout in her hands. She hesitated in the doorway, shifting her weight from one foot to the other as her gaze darted between you and your computer screen.

“Can I stay here?” she asked softly, her voice laced with hesitation. You watched as she continued to nervously shift from one to the other, her hands clutching the plates as though it might anchor her.

Without caring to mute yourself to your audience again, you simply nodded and beckoned her over. “Of course.”

She exhaled quietly, relief evident in the way her shoulders relaxed. Sinking to the floor beside you out of camera view, she crosses her legs and rests her head against your dangling leg. Her free arm wrapped loosely around it, anchoring herself to you in a way that felt natural and familiar, while her other hand busied itself on feeding her.

“You sure you don’t want to sit on the couch?” you asked, glancing down at her. “You’d be more comfortable.”

She shook her head, her cheek brushing against your leg as she continued eating. “I’m fine here,” she replied, her voice muffled but content. Her chewing was gentle, the faint vibrations of her jaw against your leg making you giggle softly. She glanced up at you, her lips curving into a small, amused smile before she returned to her food.

Even as you resumed your stream, her presence grounded you. Occasionally, you felt her gaze on you, quiet and thoughtful, but she never said a word. She simply stayed there, her head resting against you as though she belonged there.

After finishing your meals together, she gently tapped your leg, signaling her intention to get up. She collected the plates with practiced ease, her fingers brushing yours briefly as she took yours. Just before turning to leave, she leaned down, her lips brushing softly against your temple in a fleeting, tender kiss. “I’ll take care of these,” she said softly, her voice like a melody, the warmth of her kiss lingering on your skin as she disappeared into the kitchen.

Her absence was brief, only a minute or so, before she reappeared in the doorway. She stood there for a moment, her silhouette framed by the soft glow of the hallway light, holding a small bowl of mochi ice cream in her hands. Her fingers curled delicately around the edge of the bowl as if she were cradling something fragile. “Do you want dessert?” she asked, her voice quiet and tinged with a tentative hopefulness that tugged at your heart.

You turned toward her, your smile widening at the sight. “Absolutely,” you said, nodding eagerly, the excitement in your voice making her lips twitch upward in the faintest of smiles. She stepped forward with her usual grace, placing the bowl gently into your hands, her fingertips grazing yours for a moment longer than necessary.

Instead of retreating, as you half-expected, Sae-byeok surprised you by lowering herself onto the floor beside your chair once again. She tucked her legs beneath her, her movements slow and deliberate, as she hooked her arm loosely around your dangling leg once again. Her body seemed to relax as she rested her head lightly against your knee, the familiar warmth of her touch grounded you in an instant.

She picked up her own share of mochi ice cream and began eating quietly, her gaze occasionally flitting toward you. Every now and then, you caught her watching you, her dark, expressive eyes filled with a quiet affection that made your heart tighten in your chest. The soft curve of her lips, the way her lashes cast shadows against her cheeks, and the tender way she lingered so close—it was as though she was trying to soak in every moment with you.

Sae-byeok wasn’t normally like this. She was always so cautious, so careful about avoiding the cameras and giving you space while you worked. She’d rarely even step foot in your streaming room, her natural shyness and private nature keeping her at a distance. But tonight felt different. Tonight, her usual restraint seemed to melt away, replaced by an uncharacteristic clinginess that was both endearing and heart-achingly sweet. Her need to be close to you outweighed her usual hesitations, and you couldn’t help but smile as the butterflies thrashed around in your stomach.

Once you finished your share of mochi ice cream, you absentmindedly rested your hand on your knee. Before you could even blink, Sae-byeok reached for it, her fingers wrapping gently around yours as she guided your hand to her head. The silky, yet damp strands of her hair slipped through your fingers as you began to massage her scalp, your movements soft and tender. She released a quiet, contented sigh, her entire body relaxing further into you. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, her long lashes brushing delicately against her cheeks, but then they opened again, gazing up at you with a vulnerable, unspoken longing that made your heart ache.

Her gaze immediately drew your attention back down to her, forgetting about the mic still being on as you leaned closer, your voice gentle and full of concern. “What’s wrong, baby?” you asked, your words as soft as a whisper meant only for her.

Sae-byeok hesitated, her lips parting slightly as if to speak, but instead, she buried her face into the fabric of your pants. Her breath was warm against your leg, and her hands fidgeted with the hem of your pant leg, her movements small, and nervous. Finally, she murmured, so quietly you almost didn’t hear her, “Can we cuddle?”

Your heart melted on the spot, a soft laugh escaping your lips. She was always so composed, so guarded, but moments like these—when she let her vulnerability peek through—left you utterly captivated. Before you could reassure her, she quickly added, her voice rushing out in a soft flurry, “You don’t have to end the stream. I just want you to sit on my lap.”

Your breath hitched at her shy but bold request, glancing over to your chat who unmistakably heard what she asked. Ignoring the flurry of messages coming in, you nodded immediately, unable to deny her anything. Sae-byeok stood with a fluid grace, her movements purposeful but quiet as she disappeared into the bedroom. Once she returned, she was holding a soft, familiar blanket in her hands. She motioned for you to stand, her fingers brushing lightly against your sides as she gently guided you out of your chair.

Once she was seated, she patted her lap, her lips curving into the faintest smile as she looked at you expectantly. Sae-byeok’s arms tightened around your waist, her body a grounding warmth beneath you as you settled into her lap. Her head rested against your shoulder, and her fingers absently traced small, soothing circles along your hip under the blanket. She nuzzled her face into the crook of your neck, her breath feather-light against your skin as she inhaled deeply, as though she was trying to commit your presence to memory.

The stream continued in the background, the faint sound of your chat bubbling with comments about the unexpected scene unfolding before them.

Despite her usual shyness around the camera, Sae-byeok seemed perfectly content, nestled close to you as if the world outside the two of you didn’t exist. You had almost forgotten about the viewers entirely until a particularly enthusiastic comment caught your attention.

yoondiaries she's hot omg

You laughed softly, unable to resist glancing at the chat. “They’re talking about you, baby,” you teased, turning your head slightly to meet Sae-byeok’s gaze.

Her reaction was immediate. Her cheeks flushed a delicate pink as her eyes widened in surprise. “They can see me?” she whispered, her voice hushed but filled with quiet panic.

You nodded your head gently, resting a reassuring hand over hers. “Yes, they can see you.”

Her blush deepened as she buried her face into the curve of your neck, her warm breath tickling your skin. “I shouldn’t have stayed,” she murmured, her voice muffled against you.

“You’re fine,” you gently reassured, your free hand coming up to stroke her hair. The silky strands slipped easily through your fingers as you murmured, “They’re just excited to see you. Don’t let them get to you.”

She huffed softly, the sound halfway between amusement and exasperation, and burrowed deeper into your neck to hide her embarrassment. Her arms squeeze you tighter, her grip firm yet gentle, and the warmth of her shy affection makes your heart ache in the best way.

“I’m never doing this again,” she mumbled, though the way her lips brushed against your skin betrayed her growing comfort.

“Sure you won’t,” you teased, pressing a light kiss to her temple. “But if you happen to change your mind, I’ll make sure the chat behaves next time.”

Sae-byeok sighed, a small laugh escaping her as her tension melted away. “Fine,” she relented, her voice softer now. “But only for you.”

As the comments continued to roll in, filled with adoration for Sae-Byeok’s sudden appearance, Her hold on you tightened slightly, her arms drawing you closer as if she feared you might slip away. “I love you,” she whispered, her voice so soft and reverent that it sent a shiver down your spine.

“I love you too,” you replied, your voice just as tender as you leaned back into her embrace. Her warmth enveloped you completely, and the world beyond the two of you faded into insignificance. The stream, the comments, the video—they all dissolved into the background. In that moment, it was just you and Sae-byeok, your hearts beating in perfect sync as you held each other in a cocoon of quiet, unspoken love.

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The next morning, you woke to the soft glow of sunlight streaming through the curtains and the faint sound of your phone buzzing incessantly on the nightstand. You groaned, shifting slightly, only to feel Sae-byeok’s arm tighten around your waist. Her face was pressed into your shoulder, her messy hair tickling your neck as she mumbled something incoherent and burrowed closer.

Your phone buzzed again—louder this time—and you reluctantly reached for it, careful not to disturb her too much. As you unlocked the screen, a flurry of notifications greeted you, more than usual: texts, tags, and countless mentions on social media. Your stomach twisted in curiosity as you opened one of the links, and your heart nearly stopped when you saw the title of the viral clip:

"@y/nstreamss and her girlfriend need to be protected at all costs 🥺”

“Oh no…” you muttered under your breath, scrolling through the endless comments and reposts. Clips of last night’s stream were everywhere—each one capturing Sae-byeok’s shy gestures, the way she clung to you, and her adorable attempt to hide her face from the chat. The internet was in love.

“Babe,” you whispered, turning to glance at Sae-byeok. She was still half-asleep, her breathing slow and steady, completely unaware of her newfound fame.

Deciding to let her rest a bit longer, you scrolled through the trending hashtags:

• #THEYRESOCUTE

• #Saebyeok

• #Y/NANDSAEBYEOK

The replies and tweets were even more dramatic than the hashtags:

oliviahyeee i don’t even know them, but i’d die for them.

sullisicecream the way they look at each other? GODD I LOVE WOMEN

y2katseye need a 12 episode reality show of them ASAP.

wonderofwinter wait, this is really fucking cute :((

One video in particular caught your attention. It had racked up millions of views overnight, featuring the exact moment Sae-byeok had buried her face into your neck after seeing the comments. Someone had edited the clip with soft music and sparkles, and the top comment read: “This is the purest thing I’ve ever seen. Protect her at all costs.”

You couldn’t help but laugh quietly, shaking your head. “They’re obsessed with you, Sae,” you murmured, glancing down at her sleeping form.

As if on cue, she stirred, her brows furrowing as she opened one eye groggily. “What time is it?” she mumbled, her voice raspy from sleep.

“10:15,” you replied softly, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “Also, you went viral overnight.”

Her eyes opened fully at that, a look of confusion crossing her face. “What?”

You handed her your phone, showing her one of the clips. She blinked at it, still trying to wake up, but as the video played, her expression shifted from confusion to wide-eyed disbelief.

“Why… why are they all talking about me?” she asked, sitting up slightly.

“Because you’re cute,” you teased, grinning. “Apparently, the internet agrees.”

Her cheeks flushed a deep red as she handed the phone back to you after scrolling through a few comments. “This is your fault,” she muttered, burying her face in her hands.

“Mine? You’re the one who wanted to cuddle during the stream!”

She groaned, flopping back onto the bed and pulling the blanket over her head. “I didn’t think anyone would really notice or care…”

You laughed, tugging the blanket down just enough to reveal her eyes. “It’s not so bad. They all love you.”

Sae-byeok sighed, her lips twitching into a small, reluctant smile. “It’s still embarrassing.”

You leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Maybe, but you’re an internet sensation now.”

Sae-byeok groaned, burying her face in your shoulder. "You're impossible."

"And you love me for it," you quipped, pressing another playful kiss to her cheek this time.

She sighed dramatically but couldn't hide the quiet laugh that escaped her. "I do," she admitted, her voice soft as she tucked herself into your embrace.

Sae-byeok’s initial embarrassment began to fade, replaced by quiet amusement. And though she might never admit it, you could tell she secretly enjoyed the attention—especially when it came from being with you.

The two of you lifted yourselves up to sit cross-legged on your shared bed, your phone propped up between you as you scrolled through the never-ending flood of comments and clips. Sae-byeok rested her chin on your shoulder, her hair lightly brushing your cheek, trying to stay composed despite the way her ears were turning red.

“Look at this one,” you said, biting back a laugh as you pointed to a tweet:

hwrts4isa im not even mad the stream paused like 10 times. if my gf was THIS clingy and cute, i wouldn’t care about gaming either.

Sae-byeok groaned, burying her face into the crook of your neck. “Why do they keep calling me clingy?” she mumbled, though the way her arms wrapped tightly around your waist said she wasn’t exactly denying it.

“Because you are, babe,” you teased, turning to kiss the top of her head.

She lightly nudged you but didn’t let go, her eyes peeking out from behind her bangs. “Keep scrolling,” she said quietly, trying to sound unaffected, though her curiosity was clear.

You did as she asked, stopping on another comment, this one attached to a short clip of her kissing your cheek while the stream chat exploded in real time.

sugarina when she kissed her and then just stayed there like that??? EEEEEEEKK somebody find me a sae-byeok. o(≧▽≦)o

“See? You’re making people jealous of me now,” you teased, nudging her playfully.

Her lips twitched into a small smile despite herself. “Good. They should be,” she replied, her tone softer than her words.

Another clip caught your attention, showing the moment she hid her face in your neck after reading the comments live. The caption read:

pinkchae sae-byeok is the cutest fairy gumdrop princess kitten gummy bear ever. we need to protect her at all costs.

Sae-byeok let out a small huff, her face turning crimson as she pulled the blanket up to cover her head. “What the hell are t—Why are they calling me that?” she muttered, her voice muffled.

You burst out laughing, pulling the blanket down so you could see her flushed face. “Because you’re adorable, obviously,” you said, brushing a stray strand of hair from her cheek.

She pouted, crossing her arms but not moving away from you. “Your fans are exhausting,” she said, though the corners of her mouth betrayed a small smile.

You kept scrolling, landing on a particularly bold comment under another clip:

fleurgrl if i can’t have this kind of love, i don’t want it at all. also, when is the wedding and can i come?

At that, Sae-byeok let out a surprised laugh, her eyes widening. “Wedding?!” she exclaimed, her voice cracking slightly.

You smirked, leaning closer. “Well, what do you think? Should I put a ring on it?”

She shoved you gently, though her blush deepened. “Stop teasing,” she murmured, but the shy smile on her lips said she didn’t entirely mind.

As you continued reading through the comments together, Sae-byeok’s initial embarrassment began to fade. Though she still hid her face every now and then, she couldn’t help but laugh at the way people adored her.

“It’s not as bad as I thought it would be,” she finally admitted, resting her head on your shoulder. “But I’m still never showing up on stream again.”

You chuckled, wrapping your arms around her. “Sure, sure. Whatever you say… until you get clingy again.”

Her groan of protest was muffled against your shoulder, but the way she tightened her hold on you spoke louder than any words ever could.

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