#dreamcatcher 8th member

[ot7stan4life]

“It’s Not Wrong”

Dreamcatcher (OT7) x Female Reader

Word Count: 8,980

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

“It’s- it’s wrong.”

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

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

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

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

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

Though, I had a feeling those emotions would become unavoidable sooner rather than later when I realized I forgot to grab a change of clothes from my suitcase. Even more unfortunately, the only towels in the bathroom were borderline too small to cover all of my... assets. Fantastic. I wasn't exactly as inclined to show off my naked body as several of the other members seemed to be, so this certainly wasn't ideal.

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

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

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

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

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

My heart skipped a beat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So, I gave it to her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?" I blurted out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Unnie-" I mumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She laughed lightly, "you're overwhelmed."

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

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

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

"Yes," I answered out of the blue.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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[justmochi]

when in doubt

pairing :: mira x wonwoo

word count :: 2.4k

synopsis :: mira visits wonwoo before his birthday

time :: july 16, 2023

warnings :: fluff

a/n :: surprise! they’re still together!!!

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“Thank you, Unnie.” Mira waved goodbye to Sua as she shut the car door. When a wink was shot back at her, she couldn’t help but blush and stomp off to the elevators of her boyfriend's apartment.

While she waited in the elevator, she looked down at her gift bag and made sure none of her presents peeked through.

Baby blue wrapping paper stuck out of the top of the brown bag with twine wrapped around the handles carrying fake flowers. She was extra proud of herself this year since she made almost everything herself. If she wasn’t an idol, she definitely wanted to work with flowers and be a florist.

She poured all her love into his birthday present. And quite literally her blood, sweat, and tears. Now she just wanted to see how he liked it to finally feel like she completed everything successfully.

Mingyu beat his roommate to buzz her in, welcoming the petite girl before her own boyfriend. “I haven’t seen you in a while, how are you?”

“I’m doing good! And you?” Her voice always seemed to climb another octave when talking to people she hadn’t seen in a bit. She and Mingyu usually see each other when she meets up with Wonwoo.

Past Mingyu’s shoulders, she saw Wonwoo speedily walking to the front door where the two stood. 

“I was okay, but it seems like you’re gonna steal my friend away from me for the evening.” Mingyu got out of the way as if his member would knock him over like a bowling ball.

“You know that’s never my intention.” She chuckled nervously, hoping that wasn’t actually how he saw her.

Wonwoo motioned for her to come in, holding his hand out for her. She grabbed his hand, walking into their apartment while Mingyu shut the door.

“He’s joking, don’t worry.” He pulled her closer, looking at his roommate and catching onto his signs.

“I didn’t mean it. You’re always welcome here.” He bowed his head as if he was deeply sorry. “Go have fun. Just not too much fun.”

He led her back to his bedroom, hand in hand. “Don’t listen to him.”

She smiled, still a bit stiff as he shut his door behind her. She set her bag and his gift on his bed while opening her arms for a hug. “Thanks for letting me come on such short notice.”

He embraced her, holding her tightly and patting her head. “I will always make time for you. And I missed you.”

Mira wasn’t as busy anymore, but now he was preparing for his concert so she could only see him for a short amount of time. So they made it their goal to meet at least twice a month, while talking on the phone and playing games together the other time.

“I missed you more.” She sighed against his tall frame, patting his back to tell him to let her go. “I got you some presents.”

“But you didn’t have to get me anything.” He stroked her cheek.

She frowned, hoping that even though he wasn't expecting anything that he would still like it. “But I wanted to get you stuff. I think you’ll really like it.”

He nodded, kissing her forehead. “Then I’ll cherish it forever.”

She let go of him, sitting down on his bed while he joined her. He pressed his back against the pillows propped up as he crossed his legs. Suddenly she felt a lot of pressure as he watched her.

“You can’t judge, alright?” She was hesitant to reach in the bag, prepared to stall from how nervous she was. “Isn’t the bag cute? I assembled it myself.”

“It’s very nice, I love it.” He reached his hand out to play with the twine, his thumb running over the fake flower attached to it. “Can I keep it?”

“You can keep everything.” Mira reached into the bag, taking out the container she planned to give him first.

She had stayed up late last night making cupcakes, having enough for her members and at least two for Wonwoo. When she woke up in the morning, half of them were gone and she didn’t get to frost or decorate them, which almost caused world war 3 in the girls dorms.

When she saw the cupcake frosting all over the top of the container, she wanted to crawl in a hole. “It wasn’t supposed to look like this.” It probably got turned upside down in the car and she was upset that the cute presentation was ruined.

“Well, this was supposed to be your birthday

cupcake.” She opened the container, trying not to get frosting on her fingers. “But now it’s ruined.”

He scooted closer to her, taking the container from her. “It’s not ruined, it will just be a little messy to eat.”

“I’ll go get some napkins then.” She was saddened by the unfortunate circumstances, dragging her feet to the kitchen and collecting some napkins for the both of them. When she returned, she sat down and dug back into the bag to find the single candle she brought for him.

She stuck it into the cupcake as he held it in his hands, lighting the wick and singing him happy birthday without the usual spark in her voice.

He quickly made his wish, blowing out the candle and taking it out. She handed him a napkin as he took it out of the container, awaiting his reaction. She didn’t even get to try it herself yet.

He tried to eat it without making too much of a mess, but he ended up with frosting on the tip of his nose and the corners of his lips.

He widened his eyes and she felt her heart drop. “Is it bad?”

He shook his head while working on swallowing it to reassure her. “No no no, it’s really good.”

He held his hand under the messy cupcake, holding it out for her. She reached over to take a bite out of it, surprised by how sweet it was.

“See? Don’t judge a book by its cover.”

Feeling a sense of relief, she wiped her mouth with the napkin before doing the same to him. “I guess you’re right.”

“I am right. Cheer up love.” He finally got another smile out of her, splitting the cupcake with her and finishing it together.

They wiped both of their hands clean before moving onto his next present.

“Please keep in mind, I’m not a professional at this kind of thing.” She grabbed the tiny gift box, handing it to him and fidgeting with her cuticles as he looked at her. “It’s my first time doing something like this.”

Mira was nervous about his reaction, waiting for him to open the box. She used her hand to tell him to go ahead.

He pulled the lid off to see a crochet craft. It was a cat with a very long tail. He smiled wide, taking it out and watching it dangle in the air. “It’s cute. What is it?”

“It’s a cat bookmark. You can use the tail to mark your place. I made it myself.”

He chuckled to himself, feeling the texture of the yarn and imagining Mira doing crochet. “You made it yourself?”

She nodded. “I was going to get you a book but I haven’t read anything recently. I thought this would be cuter.”

“I love it.” He reached over to dig into his nightstand, finding the book he was currently reading in one of the drawers. He flipped to where his current, convenient bookmark rested, a brown sticky note that he had folded in half to adhere to itself.

Wonwoo used lots of things to bookmark his pages. Sometimes he’d use the free ones that the librarians always pushed towards you, or a paperclip lying around at the hybe building, or the metal ones that clipped to the top of the page that Mira wasn’t fond of because they put too much stress on the pages and damaged it, or a polaroid that captured stray cats in the neighborhood or a flower he passed by or the one he took of him and Mira holding hands, the resins one, and finally the habit she was trying to break him of, dog earring it. Because everything she encountered in life, whether it be an animal, a flower, a plushy, a butterfly, humans, ceramics, glass, or a book for that matter, she always treated it with kindness and gentleness. So naturally, it physically pained her to see him fold the page in on itself, and she herself felt like crying whenever she had to do it when her bookmark would come up missing, only to find out it had slipped in between the couch cushions or found that she was laying on it when she woke up the next day.

She wanted to get him something that had to do with what they both liked. Reading and cats. Not only that, she wanted to make it herself and actually be able to say that it was something she made. From scratch with her own two hands.

They both smiled seeing the cat ears stick out from the top of the book and the tail dangling from the bottom. “How long did it take you?”

“A couple hours,” She said, “This actually was the easiest one out of all your presents.”

“Thank you so much.” He set his book back in the nightstand, grabbing her hand and interlocking their fingers. She blushed, placing the gift bag in front of him after she gave him everything in the specific order she liked.

“You’re free to open the rest.”

He moved his hand through the bag, pushing the tissue paper out of the way as he grabbed another box. Her palms got more sweaty, subconsciously pulling her hand away before she could squeeze his hand any tighter.

He opened it slowly as if to tease her. He gasped when seeing the two long crochet cats with a silver ring attached at the top.

“These took a while. Dami had helped me on the other one because I was running out of time. And I got so frustrated that I almost gave up and went out to splurge on an expensive figurine for you, and I pricked myself with the needle sometimes. It was a mess.” She rambled on and on, hoping her efforts would be noticed.

“I was going to give you both of them, but then I was so proud of myself that I wanted to keep one for myself. So now we have matching keychains. Just pick whatever color you want.” She decided that the birthday boy could have first pick, secretly hoping he would pick the opposite of what she wanted since he resembled the other colored cat most.

“You should have the white one,” He picked it out of the box by the metal ring, smiling towards her. “Since you’re so bright and pure.”

“Then the white one I shall have.” She giggled like an idiot, a rosy blush on her cheeks leading all the way to her ears. He had picked the one she wanted for him, just as she predicted. “Where will you put it?”

“My bag, what about you?”

“I think I’ll put mine on my bag too.” She smiled, reaching for her purse and clipping it onto one of the straps.

He walked over to his backpack that he carried almost everywhere. He clipped it onto one of the zippers, smiling to himself and wanting to squeal from how cute and decorative it was. He sat close to her on the bed, rubbing his hand on her knee.

“It might not be big or expensive, but it took a long-“ Wonwoo interrupted her, pressing his lips to her so she couldn’t minimize her gift any further. Her once tense shoulders had relaxed, her hand landing on his chest as she kissed him back.

The kiss made her dizzy having it been awhile since they kissed that intensely. He rested his hands on her neck before pulling away, breathing each other's air in an attempt to catch their breath.

“I’m sure it took you a lot of time to make, I don’t doubt that. But because you made it, I’m gonna cherish it even more. I love it, Mira.” The heat rushed to her cheeks. She had a habit of looking away from him whenever she got flustered and he always took note of it. It’s what he liked most about saying endearing things to her.

But before she could drift her gaze, he pulled her into a hug. He wrapped his arms around her, trapping her arms as her head fit in the crook of his neck. She smiled even more, hooking her arms underneath him as she sighed in relief.

They sat there for a few in each other's arms, until his grip around her tightened. So much that it was suffocating. “Ow. Wonwoo, loosen up.”

He retracted his arms immediately, widening his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

She chuckled, grabbing both of his hands with hers. “You’re so strong.”

He looked down at their hands, sighing to himself. “You’re right. I love you like crazy.” He massaged his thumbs on her knuckles before one of his fingers rubbed over her ring finger.

Her lips turned into a frown, feeling her heart swell. She took her hand to turn his chin up to her before stroking his cheek, leaning in to kiss him gently.

The door swung open, Mingyu blowing air into his kazoo and pulling on the confetti popper. “Happy birthday!”

Wonwoo and Mira scattered from each other like they had gotten caught breaking the law. His roommate got embarrassed, realizing what they were doing and pulling the door to hide his face. “Oh sorry guys. Get back to what you were doing.”

“Get the hell out of here!” Wonwoo threw one of his throw pillows at the door, hitting Mingyu on the head.

Mira had covered her mouth, the hairs on her body standing up and wanting to die from the humiliation she just suffered.

“Once you’re done with that, come out and open your presents!” Mingyu shut the door, Mira snorting into her hand and looking at her boyfriend.

“I’m sorry.” Wonwoo had his face in his palms, falling back onto his pillow.

“It’s okay.” She snickered, getting on her hands and knees to hover over him. “Happy birthday, Wonwoo.” She pecked his hands over his face, waiting for him to remove them before kissing his lips.

“I wanna see you open your presents, come on.!” She backed herself on the floor, holding her hands out to pull him up.

#ficnetfairy #justmochi: mira #mira.love #minwoo #dreamcatcher 8th member #dreamcatcher oc #8th member of dreamcatcher #fake dreamcatcher member #fake dreamcatcher oc #fake kpop addition #fake kpop idol #fake kpop soloist #addition to kpop #oc!kpop #oc!idol #oc!soloist #idol!oc #idol!addition #idol!kpop

[datsmyji]

Jihyun: *looking at screen in disbelief after getting killed by the ghost after asking it to show itself*

Jihyun: I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU WERE FRIENDLY?!

#kpop shifting #reality shifting #desired reality #shiftblr #kpop shifter #reality shifter #desired reality shifting #dreamcatcher shifting #dreamcatcher 8th member #dreamcatcher incorrect quotes

[moguridragon]

8th Member All Grown Up - DC Reaction

JiU/Minji

Seeing you everyday had become the norm and she never saw you more than just the little baby of the group. She helped raise you with the rest of your members and you were just this little kid to them. It wasn’t until she was watching you film one of your solo shots for the upcoming comeback. You had worn the matching clothes for Boca and you were really commanding of the camera. She was shocked to see such an aura escape you as you continued on with your part. 

“When did she grow up?! She’s just a baby!”

SuA/Bora

Bora had spent most of her days making sure you were completely taken care of. Helping you with homework, cleaning your clothes and making sure you were well fed all the time while you were in school. You saw her as an older sister but sometimes you saw her as a mom and addressed her as such in a joking manner. It wasn’t until you were in the middle of filming a special solo video that she had seen how much you had grown up. You were singing in the small room, singing a love song causing Bora to see you as a much more mature and grown adult rather than the little kid she had raised. 

“I used to make her dino nuggets and watch her only eat the heads off of them. What happened?” 

Siyeon 

She had helped raise you just like the other older girls had. Except she was much more fun than the older girls. She was the one you ran to when you wanted to have fun and the first person you ran to when you were having a bad day. She had trained with you cause you to have a stronger relationship with her and she cherished you just like a sister would. You were in the middle of recording a dance cover with Sooyeon that you barely noticed Siyeon walking in to check on you. She was shocked to see you dancing to Sunmi’s Tail without any kind of awkward emotion. She was happy that you were trying something new, but also a little nervous that you were growing up just a bit too fast. 

“Maybe you should just go back to singing and dancing cute covers like before.... You’re still too young for something like this.” 

Handong

She had always seen you as a child and especially when you had whined about your stuffed raccoon going missing for over four hours. She was always joking with you that you were a baby (even if you had outgrown her two years ago). You were busy filming your part for BEcause and only some of your members had been watching. Handong watched you carefully, amused with how well you had been holding up. Maintaining the exact feelings and facial expressions that were needed for the music video. 

“She’s growing up so fast right now I’m kind of scared what she’ll do next.” 

Yoohyeon 

From the second you had debuted with them, you had been Yoohyeon’s favorite. She would dote on you and make sure you were always taken care of. She would game with you and pull all nighters with you when it came to your homework or to just pass a level in a game both of you had been playing together. She had always seen you as this little baby and would continue to dote on you until she saw you filming your concert stage which had doubled as your coming of age ceremony. Her eyes were wide when she saw your newly found stage presence, causing her to scream and look away. 

“She’s just a baby! She can’t just do this!” 

Dami/Yubin

She had silently taken care of you, allowing you to vent to her and be with her when you were feeling down or stressed. She had watched you grow up and made sure you were always well taken care of when the older girls were too tired from intense schedules. She was busy reading her book when she heard her members scream, causing her to look up. She watched you dance and sing effortlessly to Chungha’s Bicycle for tiktok. Her eyes never left while she watched, slowly realizing you weren’t the little baby anymore. 

“She’s an adult now.... Why is she an adult?” 

Gahyeon

You were both born in the same year, but you were born laer in the year rather than earlier. She would use this against you constantly to get her way, but she still loved taking care of you. (And tease you but Bora said she couldn’t do that without an apology). When you had voiced your opinion about wanting to be more adult like, she had fully backed you and was the sole reason for your little stage during your most recent concert. She smiled while watching you perform the more mature song, hearing her members screaming at your actions. 

“I did that! I helped her not be a baby!” 

#reactions #request #anon #dreamcatcher #kpop #drabble #writing #dreamcatcher jiu #dreamcatcher minji #dreamcatcher sua #dreamcatcher bora #dreamcatcher siyeon #dreamcatcher handong #dreamcatcher yoohyeon #dreamcatcher dami #dreamcatcher yubin #dreamcatcher gahyeon #8th member #dreamcatcher 8th member #dreamcatcher reaction

[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. 

#dami #lee yubin #lee dami #dami x reader #dami smut #dami x fem reader #dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher x reader #dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher oneshots #dreamcatcher scenarios #dami imagines #dreamcatcher kpop #dreamcatcher x 8th member #dreamcatcher smut #dami imagine #kpop gg #kpop gg oneshot #lee dami x reader #lee yubin x reader #let-them-read-fics

[flooffybits]

Dreamcatcher 8th Member Headcannons

the first person you get to meet is Dongie

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

automatic best friend is with you during debut

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

she hides it well though

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

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

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

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

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

you're a baby in her eyes

which brings us to mother #2

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

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

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

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

so she starts toning it down whenever you're around

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

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

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

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

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

which escalated to the two of you talking

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

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

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

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

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

she likes to pinch your cheeks when she can

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

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

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

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

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

which somehow ends with you and Yubin cuddling under one blanket

because you and your roommate both feel comfortable like that

so Siyeon ends up with two sleeping babies

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

Dongie makes sure to take pictures

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

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

she likes taking pictures with you

you're her best friend so duh!

sometimes the pictures are to annoy you

but most times she uses them to help boost your confidence

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

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

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

Yoohyeon/Yubin/Minji has to calm her down

she's not the ice princess for nothing

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

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

from Yoohyeon

because Yoohyeon tends to get you in trouble

and her clumsy nature has brought you various bruises

it's not her intention

but god her clumsiness was a talent at this point

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

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

Yoohyeon whines about it

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

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

Minji and Bora both have to scold the two of you

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

they just heard a loud crash

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

“She did it!"

"It wasn't me!”

Yubin only shakes her head every time

Gahyeon just watches from the side

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

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

she crawls in your bed when Bora’s already asleep

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

sometimes she has to fight with Gahyeon

the maknae doesn't back down so easily either

Gahyeon enjoys being babied by you

she relishes in the way you look after her

but she was very awkward the first few months because… 

what if she said something wrong?

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

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

which was why you found her adorable

she uses her position as maknae to her advantage sometimes

Yoohyeon is teasing her?

“Y/n unniiie!"

She manages to escape Bora’s scolding a lot

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

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

overall the girls love you terribly

and they'd all do everything for you

#girl group. #girl group imagines #girl group scenarios #dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher scenarios #dreamcatcher headcannon #jiu scenarios #jiu imagines #sua scenarios #sua imagines #siyeon scenarios #siyeon imagines #handong scenarios #handong imagines #yoohyeon scenarios #yoohyeon imagines #dami scenarios #dami imagines #gahyeon scenarios #gahyeon imagines

[panda-writes-kpop]

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

Dreamcatcher ~ Reaction to S/O Being Allergic to Animals

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

tw: reader has allergies, pets are mentioned

♡ Masterlist ♡

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

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

“Are you alright, honey?”

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

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

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

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

Her head whips around as mother SuA mode is activated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you alright, dear?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#kpop x reader #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop #kpop fanfic #kpop gg #kpopidol #girl group imagines #girl group scenarios #girl group x reader #girl group #girl group fanfic #dreamcatcher x reader #kpop drabbles #dreamcatcher #kpop drabble #dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher reactions #dreamcatcher scenarios #dreamcatcher x you #jiu scenarios #sua scenarios #siyeon scenarios #handong scenarios #yoohyeon scenarios #dami scenarios #gahyeon scenarios #dreamcatcher drabbles #girl group drabbles #x reader

[vex91]

Dreamcatcher - Always there

Pairing: Dreamcatcher x Female Reader (Platonic)

Fandom: Dreamcatcher

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: Request imagine: 8th member dreamcatcher. Reader self harms, and the members find out. Very angsty. Sorry, I'm bad at describing

Summary: Being an idol was hard. All the expectations that people had on them were suffocating. Dreamcatcher members only find out how truly scary it can be when it happened so close to them.

Warning(s): Self-harming, Cutting, Blood

A/N: I hope that I wrote it well😅

3rd's POV

You sighed when you were finally able to walk into the quietness and darkness of your and Yubin's room. You were lucky enough that your roommate was still at the studio with most of your members who decided to stay longer. The only ones who came back were you, Minji and Gahyeon.

Everyday was tiring for you but today seemed to leave you even more exhausted. The nearing comeback put pressure on all of you but you seemed to be affected by it more and the fact that out of all of your members you were getting the most hate didn't helped your mental health.

You looked over at the box sitting quietly between your many books. It looked incredibly suspicious so it's shocking that none of your members checked it. You're lucky they respect your privacy.

You walked over to the shelf it was on and looked at it closely, hesitating in picking it up. Strange, you never had any second thoughts about it. Finally you picked it up and opened it, revealing a blade. You took it in your hand and after observing it for a second you putted it close to the skin on your arm.

You kept it there, a last chance to stop and ignore the urge to hurt yourself....but you didn't.

Instead you made a cut.

And two.

Three.

Four.

You were about to make a fifth cut when the door suddenly opened. Your leader came in with a bright smile that dropped when she saw a blade and a blood. It wasn't hard for her to realize what you were doing as she looked at you with wide eyes. Behind her came also a smiling Gahyeon who gasped at the scene. Minji walked up to you slowly with a hand out "Y-Y/N please, give this to me" Tears blurred your vision but you still nodded and gave her the blade. You could never say no to her.

She put it away, making a mental note to throw it away later as she hugged you and fell with you on the floor. You cried in her arms with Minji rubbing your back, Gahyeon observed everything also crying. The other members came not long later and were surprised to see Minji bandaging your arms but one look at her and Gahyeon gave them an idea about what happened.

Yoohyeon could be heard gasping as all of them surrounded you but in a way to give you lots of space if you needed it.

"Y/N Why? Why didn't you come to us?" What Siyeon said made you look down, an immense amount of guilt rushed over you and seeing this Minji squeezed your hand comfortingly "We're not blaming you Y/N. We're not disappointed in you in any way. We just want you to understand that you can come to us if you need to and we need you to come to us when you have any urge to harm yourself like that. You're an important part of our family" Her words touched your heart and you burst into tears.

Yoohyeon hugged you from behind "No matter what you should know that we're here for you, we're always there to listen to you. Don't forget that we love you so much" Handong crouched down in front of you and took your other hand in hers, agreeing with Yoohyeon.

"You deserve to be happy so let us help you be happy" Gahyeon said, the first thing that she said after seeing you with blood dripping from your arm. You smiled at all of them and they hugged you, giggling at how silly all of you looked at the moment.

"Thank you guys, really. I'm happy that I have you all as my members" Siyeon and Bora kissed the top of your head and Minji your arm where it was bandaged.

"Come on, you must be hungry, I'll make your favorite" Minji pulled you up and took you to the kitchen, still hugging you close. In the background you could hear all your members screaming in happiness at the mention of food which made you laugh.

You knew that it wouldn't be easy but you could try working on getting better with your members by your side supporting you.

#vex writes #dreamcatcher x reader #dreamcatcher reactions #kim minji x reader #jiu x reader #kim bora x reader #sua x reader #lee siyeon x reader #handong x reader #kim yoohyeon x reader #lee yubin x reader #dami x reader #lee gahyeon x reader #kim minji #jiu #kim bora #sua #lee siyeon #handong #kim yoohyeon #lee yubin #dami #lee gahyeon

[awisespirit]

AWISESPIRIT'S MASTERLIST

(☆▽☆)(☆▽☆)(☆▽☆)(☆▽☆)(☆▽☆)(☆▽☆)(☆)

DREAMCATCHER

KIM MINJI/JIU

- (5:45AM)

- (3:06PM)

- (8:44PM)

- (10:17PM)

- ALCOHOL & KISSES

- CALL END?! (PART II)

(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

KIM BORA/SUA

- (5:03AM)

- (7:57AM)

- (7:44AM)

- CALL END?!

( ╹▽╹ )( ╹▽╹ )( ╹▽╹ )( ╹▽╹ )( ╹▽╹ )( ╹▽╹)

LEE SIYEON/SIYEON

- (2:05AM)

(ㆁωㆁ)(ㆁωㆁ)(ㆁωㆁ)(ㆁωㆁ)(ㆁωㆁ)(ㆁωㆁ)()

HANDONG

(NO FILE)

(◠‿・)—☆(◠‿・)—☆(◠‿・)—☆(◠‿・)—☆(◠‿・)∆

KIM YOOHYEON/YOOHYEON

(NO FILE)

(✿^‿^)(✿^‿^)(✿^‿^)(✿^‿^)(✿^‿^)(✿^‿^)

LEE YUBIN/DAMI

- (10:26PM)

(人 •͈ᴗ•͈)(人 •͈ᴗ•͈)(人 •͈ᴗ•͈)(人 •͈ᴗ•͈)(人 •͈ᴗ•͈)(人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

LEE GAHYEON/GAHYEON

(NO FILE)

( ꈍᴗꈍ)( ꈍᴗꈍ)( ꈍᴗꈍ)( ꈍᴗꈍ)( ꈍᴗꈍ)( ꈍᴗꈍ)( ꈍ)

DREAMCATCHER OT7 REACTIONS

- TO THEIR GIRLFRIEND BEING A FAMOUS YOUTUBER.

- TO THEIR GIRLFRIEND BEING A PRO WRESTLER.

- TO CATCHING THEIR GIRLFRIEND READING SMUTS ABOUT THEM.

- TO THEIR 8TH MEMBER MASTURBATING WHILE THINKING OF THEM.

- TO THEIR '01' LINER SISTER DEBUTING.

- TO THEIR GIRLFRIEND GETTING A CALL DURING SEX(GP!DC).

- TO THEIR GIRLFRIEND STRIPPING INFRONT OF THEM.

(☆▽☆)(☆▽☆)(☆▽☆)(☆▽☆)(☆▽☆)(☆▽☆)(☆)

THE DEVIL WITHIN?! MASTERLIST

✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧✧+

#girl group scenarios #girl group reaction #dreamcatcher scenarios #dreamcatcher reaction #dreamcatcher smut #dreamcatcher reactions #dreamcatcher x reader #dami smut #jiu smut #siyeon smut

[ot7stan4life]

“I Want You” (Sua ver.)

Sua (Dreamcatcher) x Female Reader

*Requested*

Word Count: 1680

Summary: Knowing you’re listening to their voice vlive, the unnie line decides to tease you by talking about how good you look in your stage outfit. It doesn’t take long for you to cave and walk over to their room with your own plan in mind to get them back… or, at least one of them.

Warnings: mild sexual content

Your phone screen illuminated the dark hotel room as you laid in bed, just staring at the ceiling and missing the warmth of a certain black-haired dancer who happened to be your roommate this tour. The beat of your heart pounded against your chest as you listened to the soothing and admittedly attractive voices of the three oldest members of your group over the phone. They must've gotten bored in their hotel room across the hall and decided to turn on a voice vlive so the fans could entertain them.

Whatever the reason, you were happy with their decision. That way you could sit there and daydream about them with the flustering and comforting background music of their smooth voices fueling your imagination. Though, being in a relationship with all of them, you didn't have to imagine much. Really, knowing that you could simply walk over there and get away with acting on your desires should've been enough to stop your ridiculous fantasizing, but you convinced yourself that you shouldn't rudely interrupt their livestream.

That didn't last long.

"Who looks best in their stage outfits this comeback?" Siyeon's voice that had grown raspy with her tiredness spoke, reading a question from a fan.

A short moment of silence followed, along with a hum from Minji. You could just picture all of them looking at each other with grins on their faces. Siyeon knew what she was doing reading that comment. The fans loved this kind of stuff. Bora laughed after they stayed quiet for too long and a noise sounded through the phone that you knew had to be her smacking Siyeon.

"I think everyone looks good,” Minji answered.

"What?" Bora mumbled, still giggling, this time at Minji's attempt to deflect the question. You had a feeling the leader was sporting one of her infamous lifeless smiles she always had as the chaos unfolded around her.

Siyeon chuckled. "They said just one member."

Minji hummed again, pretending like she was processing the new information and they all stayed quiet for a second more. You could hear whispers from the other end and it was obvious they were messing with each other.

"If I had to pick one..." Bora started, and you could practically hear the smirk in her voice as she paused for dramatic effect, knowing everyone listening was on the edge of their seat, “then I think Y/NN looks the best."

You shouldn't have been surprised, and you really weren’t, but your body still had a physical reaction to her words, sending your heart rate through the roof. Both of the other members made noises of agreement and you were no longer content being a room away from them when they started describing in detail how good you looked and how the outfit complimented very specific parts of your body. They were clearly teasing, knowing how much their words affected you. But you couldn’t help it. You grew hot listening to all three of them talking about you in that way, especially since they sounded so comfortable doing it—as if they had done it endless times before in private...

Your uneasiness and impatience soon sprung you from the bed and to the door. There's no way you could just sit there and take it. Somehow you had to get back at them. Or at least one of them…

"Hey!" you shouted angrily after using the keycard Minji gave you to open the door to their hotel room. All three of them looked up and you watched as grins slowly spread across two of their lips—Minji still played innocent. You had to resist the urge to freeze in that moment because of how lightheaded their stares made you feel. Instead you forced yourself to keep walking towards the bed they were sitting on. "I heard my name,” you directed your eyes towards Bora who was laying at the foot of the bed with her legs dangling off the edge. "Were you guys talking smack?" You raised an eyebrow, resisting the urge to smile at how unserious you sounded having to refrain from cursing since the fans could hear.

Siyeon laughed and Minji looked like she was about to say something until Bora cut in. "Yeah, and what about it?" she countered, giving you a challenging stare.

You grinned back at her, knowing it was all a joke and none of them probably expected you to do anything drastic. So you took a seat next to the dancer on the bed, waiting for your moment to catch them off guard.

"We were discussing the members' stage outfits," Minji explained with a smile and kept eye contact with you for a second, as if trying to communicate through her eyes since the fans were still listening. You just knew they were eating this up and hanging onto every single word you were saying.

"Who do you think looks best in their outfit?" Siyeon tested, drawing your eyes to her. There was no doubt from the look on her face that she was enjoying this way too much. They knew the real reason you came in here... their relentless indirect flirting had obviously gotten to you… bad. And that’s exactly what they wanted. You could just feel the pride radiating from the red-haired woman. Driving you crazy had to be her favorite hobby. But you couldn’t let them think they won.

"Me?" You replied like you were completely oblivious. A smirk made its way onto your lips as you started acting out your plan. Each of them watched closely when you looked back down at Bora and pushed yourself up to straddle her hips. She inhaled sharply and her eyebrows raised involuntarily when you leaned down over her, placing your hands on her bare skin just above her waistband. She stared up at you, already flustered, and clenched her jaw, straining her neck a little when you slowly glided your fingers across her soft skin, trailing them over the curves of her abs. She reached her hands up to grab your wrists and her grip tightened the further up your fingers traveled, but she never tried to stop you.

"The member I think looks best in her outfit," you stopped and used one of your hands to flip your hair to one side before leaning over Bora’s face. "Is obviously," you bit your lip, knowing she found it attractive, before running your palms across her chest. Her eyes closed and her head lulled back against the bed in pleasure like she always did when you touched her like this. The feeling of her nipples hardening under her thin crop-top made your mouth water and had you instinctively tightening your thighs around her waist. She still didn’t dare move, too mesmerized by your touch. Seeing her so submissive made your stomach twist. Your lips lingered just above her own and she opened her eyes to watch with anticipation as you stared down at her.

She was ready to lean up and initiate the kiss herself when you suddenly answered in a seductive voice, "Siyeon unnie.”

It took a second, but Bora’s aroused expression gradually contorted into anger when she finally processed the words that left your mouth. Before she could do anything, you quickly pushed yourself up from her lap and jumped off the bed, anticipating exactly what was coming next.

The room instantly erupted into chaos with Minji and Siyeon laughing and Bora yelling, "Yah!" she darted after you before you could get very far. "Come here, you little-" with a shove, you were sent onto the other bed, bouncing a little as you landed on your back. She didn't waste a single second, pouncing on top of you so that you now switched positions. You laughed as she started hitting you and attempted to swat her hands away.

"Help! Sua's attacking me," you shouted for the fans to hear.

Finally growing sick of your jokes, Bora ended up snatching your wrists and roughly pushing you back against the bed, pinning your hands above your head. The laughter and yelling ceased instantly the second her lips found their way to yours. It became obvious pretty quickly that your plan to rile her up had succeeded a little too well when her kisses turned aggressive. By the second one, her tongue had already found its way into your mouth and you couldn't do anything to stop her incessant attack with your hands captured in her strong grip. For such a small woman, she had more power than she knew what to do with and god, it was sexy.

The other two women in the room started yelling at both of you to stop 'fighting' in a way that you knew was joking, only because they knew the fans were still listening. At this point, they were just making noise so the fans wouldn't realize what was actually going on after the sudden strange silence.

"Yah, stop it," you breathed out against Bora’s lips, loud enough for the fans to hear.

Bora reluctantly released your lips after biting your bottom one (almost too hard), replying, “you started it.” All you could do was laugh weakly to try and play it off like you were actually fighting. Though it was hard for you to make any innocent noises when she let go of your hands to shove hers under your shirt and start sucking down on your neck.

"Unnie," you whispered, voice wavering when her fingers slipped under your sports bra. "Fuck," you muttered through gritted teeth and gripped her thighs tightly. Her hands cupped your breasts, thumbs teasing your nipples at the same time that she started grinding against your stomach. Your eyes squeezed shut at the sensation and you weren’t able to hold back a moan this time. Except a fast hand managed to stifle it before the fans could hear.

When you opened your eyes again, the image of Siyeon standing over you with her hand covering your mouth and the feeling of Bora still rolling her hips across your body was enough to have you dripping in painful arousal. And suddenly you knew you were in big trouble when Minji made up an excuse to end the live so abruptly and Siyeon's gaze turned mean. They weren't gonna let you get away with this one that easily.

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

#sua #sua oneshot #sua imagines #sua x female reader #sua x reader #dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher x fem reader #dreamcatcher 8th member #dreamcatcher oneshot #dreamcatcher fanfic #dreamcatcher x reader #dreamcatcher imagine #kpop #kpop oneshots #kpop ff #kpop imagine #girl group #girl group oneshot #girl group imagines #jiu #Siyeon #jiu x fem reader #jiu x reader #jiu oneshot #jiu imagine #siyeon x fem reader #siyeon x reader #Siyeon imagine #Siyeon oneshot #lesbian

[justmochi]

resolutions

pairing :: mira x wonwoo

word count :: 1.3k

synopsis :: mira and wonwoo finally speak to each other.

time :: 2019

warnings :: angst

taglist :: @cafemilk-tea @cixrosie @moonlight-additions @cosmicwintr @astraw-astro @succulentmom @kimhyejin3108 @enhacolor @alixnsuperstxr @hybesunstone @itzy-eve @choihaneul @strmiu @angie-x3 @Kaitieskidmore1 @evaalopezzzz

Siyeon pouted her lips, pulling Mira into a hug and rubbing her hands up and down her back. “It’s gonna be okay, Plum. I promise.”

She sniffled, trying not to shed anymore tears–or snot–on her clothes. The aftershock of crying so much was all that remained. She thought her breathing would be steady until convulsive hiccups came out of her, taking her breath away.

“It’s gonna be okay. I’m gonna be okay.” Mira mumbled, not to reassure Siyeon that she would be fine but to convince herself. If she kept chanting it to herself, then perhaps it would eventually become true.

Mira’s phone suddenly buzzed with an alert. Siyeon swiftly turned her head, patting the girl on the back before letting her go. She got up and grabbed the phone that was on the verge of falling behind the desk. When she picked it up, there was a faint smile on her face.

Mira wiped her face with her sleeve, spasming again before air entered her lungs and she could speak. “What is it?”

Siyeon handed her phone to her, leaning in to give her a half hug and patting the top of her head. “I’m just outside if you need me.”

Mira watched her leave and shut the door. Her phone was facing down on her lap and she had to mentally urge herself to flip it over, unsure of whether she would be met with good or bad news. But there was a little hope still lingering deep within her. And when she turned her phone over and saw the first notification, she didn’t feel her heart collapse or break all over again. Instead, it was just steady.

Sorry, I didn’t mean to miss your call. We were a bit busy at practice and finally got to take a break. Are you okay?

She quickly responded to him, telling him she was okay and wanted to talk to him on the phone and asked if he was free to call. He was. As soon as he told her, she wasted no time in pressing the call button.

She was scared while waiting for him to answer. As soon as he did, he called her name. She missed hearing her name falling off his lips.

“Mira?”

“Hi.”

“You sound stuffy. Is everything alright?” He breathed before speaking under his breath. He didn’t think she could hear him, but she was able to piece it together. “Of course it’s not. Why did I even ask that?”

“I’m okay. Better now that I hear your voice.”

“Mira…”

“I know, sorry. But are you okay?” She didn’t intend to come off like that. It had been weeks and they had forgotten how to speak to each other. 

“I’ve had better days.” He sighed into the line. “I’m sorry, Mira. I thought I was doing the right thing by giving you space. That’s what everyone told me to do. But… I don’t know. I should have given you space while checking in more, but I don’t want to hurt you more than I already have.”

She didn’t know what else to say. No amount of rehearsing could have prepared her for this conversation. “It’s oka–”

“It’s not okay. You’re hurting and you don’t deserve it. I tried to do the right thing and I hurt you.”

Tears pooled in her eyes again. She was getting tired of crying. “You did do the right thing, Wonwoo. And you’re right. I am hurting, but I’ll get through it like I do everything.”

He was quiet for a few beats, like he didn’t expect her to confirm how hurt she was. “I just wish I had done something different. Anything that would have made this easier for both of us.”

It didn’t seem like he regretted breaking things off with her. She hated that thought, but she also hated the outcome if they had only drifted apart because of their schedules. She couldn’t imagine what things her mind would conjure up if that happened. But she was certain that it would be much worse than this current pain. She too wondered if there was anything he could do or say that would have changed the outcome of things. But Wonwoo tried to do the right thing in his own way and she couldn’t be mad at him for that.

“Everything happens for a reason, Wonwoo. If it’s meant to be, it will be. And I hope that’s the case for us because I do really love you. I’m still coming to terms with everything–even though I hate it so much–it’s gonna suck but I–” Her lips quivered, voice breaking as she tried to hold herself together. “I trust that you did what you thought was best for the both of us. For you. For me.”

“I hope I did too, but I’m finding it hard to believe it myself.” His tone went flat and she could imagine him staring off like she did. “You’re an amazing person. It’s one of the reasons I fell in love with you.”

She would’ve been happy if he’d only called her an amazing person. That would have been enough for her to hear. But hearing him say he was in love with her felt like a stake in the heart.

She smiled, but it was painful. “And you’re a good man, Wonwoo. I try not to expect anything from men because the bar was always so low for me. But you’ve treated me so well, even from the beginning that I wondered if it was all just in my head. You just seemed too good to be true for someone like me. You–You’re the best guy I know next to my dad.”

“Mira,” He breathed and she could tell his voice trembled a bit. “You deserve everything that is good in this world. I cherish every bit of you, even the parts you consider broken. You’re deserving of it all. I… want to love you in the best way I can. But that time is not right now.”

“I know. I’m trying my hardest to understand.”

They fell into an agonizing silence before Wonwoo cleared his throat. “I know I don’t deserve it, but I still care so much about you. You’ve made so much of an impact in my life that I can’t imagine you not being in it because of this.”

She smiled, bringing her knees to her chest and her cheeks catching fire. “I feel the same way. So friends?”

“Friends.”

Mira hated the idea of just being friends, because no matter what, Wonwoo was her first love. He taught and showed her just how earth-shattering love can be, no matter how much she believed she was unworthy. She found fresh hope in the possibility that he would be hers again someday. But now she just had to be okay with the fact that they would just be friends, but it was hard for her to see him in a platonic way after he managed to bring down all her walls.

“I-I still believe in you. It doesn’t matter to me how long it’ll take. I’ll be patient because I still believe in us.”

He started to speak before someone interrupted him. She assumed that his break was over and had to return to his practice. He sighed like he wanted nothing more than to stay on the line with her.

“I’m sorry Mira, I have to get back to practice now. But I promise you that I’m going to become better for you. Can I text or call you when I get home?”

“Yeah, of course.” Her chest tightened at his promise. “Be careful, okay?”

“I will. Talk to you soon.”

She couldn’t find it in her heart to hang up, so after a second, he did the honors. Mira felt significantly better than before the call. She was hopeful. And she prayed that she had already gotten past the worst of it. Then she wondered to herself what Wonwoo could possibly need to work on to be better for her. She loved him and all his flaws. She would take him as he was any day. If he was going to work on himself for her, then she was going to do the same for him.

#ficnetfairy #mira.love #minwoo #justmochi: mira #dreamcatcher 8th member #8th member of dreamcatcher #fake dreamcatcher member #dreamcatcher oc #fake dreamcatcher oc #idol!oc #idol!addition #oc!idol #oc!kpop #oc!addition #fake kpop idol #fake kpop addition #mira.writings

[datsmyji]

Jihyun: look I even got scars from the trauma I endured

Siyeon: that's a paper cut hyun

Jihyun: battle scars are battle scars *says looking at the camera as siyeon side eyes her*

#kpop shifting #reality shifting #desired reality #shiftblr #kpop shifter #reality shifter #desired reality shifting #dreamcatcher shifting #dreamcatcher 8th member #dreamcatcher incorrect quotes #dreamcatcher

[ggreactionsandscenarios]

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

Yoohyeon x Reader

Clumsy soulmates

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

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

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

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

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

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

You held your breath and knocked.

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

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

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

"Hi."

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

"Hi, I'm Y/N."

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

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

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

"Oh my god, is she okay ?"

Jiu turned just enough to see it was Yoohyeon.

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

And with that she let you in.

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

"Hey, are you okay there ?"

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

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

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

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

"Clumsy too ?"

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

You both laughed at that.

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

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

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

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

And that's before practice even restarted..

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

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

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

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

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

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

You decided to go comfort her.

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

You sat right next to her.

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

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

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

You looked at her, faking thinking about it.

"Yesterday ?"

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

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

"Oh my god what happened to your head ?"

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

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

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

"You didn't.."

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

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

"Yoohyeon?"

"Hmm ?"

She was busy looking at your head.

"Yoohyeon look at me."

She looked at you, her eyebrows furrowed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You saw how her eyes widened.

"We're soulmates."

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

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

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

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

Pairing: Dreamcatcher + 8th member! GN reader.

Word count: 2k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

Did I mess up the show?

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

Did anyone cheer for me during my parts?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How long has this been going on?”

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

Finally, you thought. Someone willing to listen.

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

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

-

Minji was the next of the girls to have noticed.

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

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

Minji didn’t know certain questions caused you pain.

“What are your goals for this year?”

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

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

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

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

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

You were on your day off, alongside Minji.

I have to start all over again.

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

I may never be good enough.

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

I will never be good enough, will I?

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

Am I dying?

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

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

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

-

Yoobin was the third to notice.

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

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

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

Nothing is wrong with me.

I am perfectly fine.

I am perfect.

I am far from fine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The rain?” She asked with a shrug.

Only later, did she understand what you truly meant.

-

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

It worried her and she wondered why you were crying.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m fine, thank you.”

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

Why do I feel like this?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You just worried that it would take an eternity.

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I can’t sleep.”

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

And thankfully for you, they never did.

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

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

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

Perfect. Cool. Amazing.

It hurt as your mind contradicted your wishes.

But she listened. She cared.

Yet, you still felt the pain all the same.

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

The thoughts came racing back again.

Gahyeon noticed your frustrations with yourself tearing away at you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you going to be okay?”

“I’m fine… Thank you.”

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

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

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

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

You weren’t perfect.

You were perfectly imperfect. Everyone was.

And that was okay.

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

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

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

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

“You never have.”

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

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About time

| Dreamcatcher Handong x GN! 8th member reader

Genre fluff / 3k words

Request: cold/never clingy 8th member finally lets someone take care of them when they fall sick and are surprisingly childish/clingy when Handong decides to take care of them

——————/————————/———————

Another day at practice was starting.

You always have been one of the serious members. You had your funny moments like everyone else, but you usually were quiet and always insisted on cutting out skinship.

Today you and the girls were in to practice your solos before the tour.

You all had to choose which section of your songs would be showcased on tour.

You watched the members, going in order of age, choosing their parts.

After Handong was done, it was your turn, only being a year younger than her.

Your song was much like Sua’s, a very energetic vibe, but your song having a slightly darker concept.

You started by showing the choreographer what you had in mind for your snippet.

You showed the beginning of the choreography, one of your favorite part and then moved onto the chorus.

The chorus was quite intense in terms of dancing, you jumped off the ground multiple times and each time you did you heard cheers from the girls.

You had to keep your cold face on for this song to work but you couldn't stop the smile growing in your face when the girls would fangirl over your moves.

The choreographer told you to repeat the moves again.

You danced the chorus once again, this time the girls taking advantage of the opportunity to try and make you even more flustered.

They teased you repeatedly, calling you ‘oppa’ instead of simply cheering when you would jump.

You tried so hard not laughing at their antics but towards the end you collapsed laughing.

Sua and Jiu made a run to you, they acted as crazed fans and asked how you did it. Sua let her hands roam over you, calling you ‘hot’ and ‘sexy’.

It was no surprise for her to tease you like this. She knew it was hard to get you out of your shell so she'd always go to extreme lengths to make you laugh.

You grabbed her roaming hands and playfully pushed her towards Jiu who was also trying to tease you.

You walked back towards the group and sat next to them.

An hour went by and all the members were now done with choosing their solo snippet for the concerts.

Once the Choreographer called for a break, Bora sat down next to you and immediately went in for contact, making you screech.

You moved away, replying that you didn't want more of her affection for today, making handong laugh.

Jiu approached the group and called for you guys to go back home.

You stood up and made your way to your bags.

Dami followed you and asked to help you but you insisted on being fine to carry them all.

You carried your bags out the door but Jiu stopped you with a worried look.

‘’Let me bring one for you y/n’’ she insisted, but you replied that you were already halfway to the van so she let you go.

Siyeon was walking by and stopped to talk Minji

‘’Still not wanting help uh?’’ She asked the leader

Jiu nodded with a sad smile

‘’Dont worry one day they'll open up more, remember how long it took for Handong?’’

She nodded once again

‘’Yes i know, i just wish they'd let us take care of them’’ jiu replied

Siyeon squeezed the leader's shoulder before leading her out the door to the van.

——

Once at the dorm the leader called all the members to the living room.

‘’What do you guys want to order for dinner?’’ She asked

All the members took turns discussing and sometimes almost fighting on what would be best to order for dinner.

You sat there only listening.

When it came to your turn to suggest, you replied that you would cook yourself some ramen you had bought the other day.

Yoohyeon whined at you, she knew you'd give a vote for her suggestion but you were now off on your own again. You patted her head with a small sorry.

The leader ordered the food as you made your way to the kitchen to make your ramen.

Once finished you were bringing it to your room to eat but you were stopped in your tracks by unnie line, asking for you to join movie night

‘’Oh sorry I'm tired, ill just eat this and read a bit before sleep’’ you reassured them.

You then wished them a goodnight before disappearing to your room.

——-

The next morning you woke up feeling a bit feverish. You thought it might just be the air conditioning who made you feel this way so you carried on with your day.

You joined the members to go back to the company for practice.

Today was the group’s unit and group dance.

You were fine for the most part, almost forgetting the way you felt earlier. But when it came to the fourth song, you started to feel your body aching horribly.

When the choreographer called for a break you immediately collapsed to the floor, laying down with a hand on your forehead.

This wasn’t unusual for the members to just lay on the floor after dancing but Handong was sitting next to you and noticed your heavy panting.

‘’Are you alright y/n’’ she asked trying to catch your gaze

‘’Y-yea, i'm just tired’’ you replied

She approached you and touched your forehead with the back of her hand.

She frowned before calling Jiu over

‘’No-, don't tell jiu she’ll just be worried’’ you tried whispering to her but it was too late,

your leader now kneeling next to you

She gently took your hand in hers before placing her other one on your forehead. She kept her hand there, now scanning over your figure.

You stayed still, trying to control your breathing, but it was hard to do so when your whole body felt like it was against you.

‘’i think you’re coming down with a fever y/n’’ she looked down at you

‘’What?!’’ You heard Sua’s footsteps hurry closer to you

‘’Is y/n sick?’’ She asked jiu

‘’It seems so’’ Handong replied unsure

Sua turned around to ask how many songs were left to do. After a few second she came back over to you

‘’Sooyeon said there's only a few unit songs left, y/n could go rest back at the dorm if they want too’’ Sua inquired

Minji slowly nodded because looking over at Handong ‘’You're done with your unit song right?’’

Handong nodded

‘’Can you just get y/n to the dorm and make sure they're settle for now?’’ minji asked the younger girl

‘’I would go but i have my unit song left and manager unnie isn't here until later’’ she added

‘’Yea it's fine! I'll bring y/n home’’ dongie replied before looking down at you.

She helped you back up.

You made your way to your bags but she stopped you with a stern look on her face, making you laugh a little

‘’No y/n, your sick, let me bring them’’

‘’Fine…thank you’’ you mumbled tiredly

Handong called a taxi for the both of you and settled you down in your seat before sitting in the front.

——

You arrived at the dorm a few minutes later and thankfully so as you were starting to feel weaker.

You entered the dorm followed by handong with your things.

She proposed for you take a shower and you agreed, only letting the water run over your sweaty body for a few minutes.

You got out and put some warm clothes over your aching body.

Handong knocked before entering your room, she made you a light smoothie and brought a glass of cold water.

She placed them on your night table before turning around to look over you. She crossed her arms.

‘’Why didn't you tell anyone you felt sick?’’ She almost reprimanded you

‘’I felt fine earlier’’ you hummed as you laid down.

She slowly breathed out before sitting down next to you and laying her hand on your forehead.

‘’You’ll have to rest for a few days y/n’’ she smiled at you almost mockingly.

You groaned, making her laugh.

It was then that she noticed your eyes slightly twitching before you suddenly got up and ran to the bathroom.

She followed only to stop when she heard you throwing up.

She closed her eyes shut at the sound, but she was still going to be right by your side.

She tried coaxing you by rubbing your back, whispering to you that it would soon be over.

When you were finally done, you dropped your head on her thigh.

She was a bit shocked but still continued to rub your back to comfort you. You usually would never initiate physical contact with anyone, but she assumed you must have been exhausted right then.

What was even more surprising to her though, is when she heard you whining at her to help you get back to bed.

She complied immediately, helping your fragile figure to stand up.

Once again you rested against her, this time resting your body against her side for support.

You followed her back to bed. She gently let go of you, making sure you were slowly landing in your bed.

Seeing as though you weren't talking and your eyes were shut close, seemingly in pain, she simply put the blanket over your body.

‘’Try and sleep y/n’’ she patted your head

She barely turned around when you whined again, grabbing her hand, asking her to stay with you. She let out a small giggle, not used to seeing you this way.

‘’Alright but i have to go back to practice in a few’’ she explained

You slowly nodded before pulling her arm closer to you to lay your face atop of it.

you fell asleep quite quickly after that, letting Handong finish her duties once another member was back to watch over you.

————-

The next morning you woke up with a pounding headache. You groaned as you twisted in bed from the pain.

You then completely turned, your arm hitting someone.

You looked up and saw Handong sitting next to you, scrolling through her phone.

It wasn't like Dongie to be this way, but seeing how much you wanted her presence yesterday she had come into your room earlier to watch over you and stayed.

You met her eyes, your lips now slightly turning upward.

You mumbled a small greeting before snuggling your face into her side. You almost fell back asleep there before the door was heard opening.

‘’I got y/n’s medecine’’ Jiu exclaimed

Before Handong could reply to her leader you looked over at Jiu a bit panicked

‘’Im fine’’ you coughed ‘’i don't need that’’

Jiu giggled before approaching with the medecine.

‘’No’’ you bluntly said

Handong laughed at you before replying to Jiu

‘’I'll make them take it later, thanks jiu’’

‘’Okay!’’ She smiled at Handong before curiously looking at you, still glued to the chinese girl

‘’you two rest well then’’ she said with a wink before leaving

You frowned, not sure what that was about.

Minji was simply surprised to see any of the members being able to stay so close to you for more than a few minutes.

——

You layed back down, but Handong was going to keep her word, she was gonna make you take that medicine.

‘’Y/n come on, we have to go take the medicine’’ she tried coaxing you

You grumbled but she was already pulling your covers off of you

‘’Hey I'm cold’’ you fought back, only for her to giggle at you.

while you were sitting up she went and got one of your hoodies. She came back and put it on you, making your hair a mess.

She looked at you and smiled teasingly

‘’What’’ you groaned

‘’Nothing, you just look very cute like that’’ she replied before heading out the room

‘’Hey wait’’ you exclaimed before following her out

she giggled when she saw you following

—-

She made her way to the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of medicine before turning back around.

She showed it to you with a teasing smile

‘’Sorry y/n’’

‘’Dong unnie, can we just tell Jiu unnie i took it already? Please? This tastes horrible and it stays on your tongue for at least an hour!’’ You tried pleading but she refused

You looked at her, feeling defeated. You jumped up and sat on the counter.

‘’Just get it over with’’ you said sadly, opening your mouth for the medecine

She giggled before pouring the liquid in a spoon and approaching you.

You shut your eyes and waited.

When you felt the spoon coming closer to your face you turned your head though, now closing your mouth.

She laughed at you, now gently grabbing your chin for you to face her.

You opened your eyes hesitantly, now crossing her gaze. She raised her eyebrows at you with a smile.

You opened your mouth and she took the opportunity to put the spoon in. But as soon as it hit your tongue you twitched, grabbing her hand resting on your chin.

She the. pulled out the spoon and looked into your eyes

‘’Okay?’’

‘’No’’ you whined making her giggle again

She tried pulling away to put away the medicine but her hand was still in yours. She opted on closing the bottle with her one hand, seeing as thought you were holding the other one.

She moved back to you, watching you fidget with her fingers

‘’Do you want water now?’’ She asked

‘’Yes please’’ you slightly pouted

She started walking towards the fridge and you quickly jumped down to follow her, not letting go of her hand.

Gahyeon passed by the kitchen at that moment followed by Sua.

Gahyeon noticed you holding onto Dong’s hand. She giggled at your weirdly childish behavior before telling Sua to look your way

Although Gahyeon had kept quiet about your weird behavior Sua did not.

‘’Yah, you never hold my hand! Why are you after Handong and not me’’ the short brunette exclaimed

‘’Oh’’ you exclaimed before dropping dongie’s hand

‘’I was just getting some water’’ you replied slightly blushing

Sua tried smothering you with hugs but you pulled away feeling overwhelmed

Sua whined at your actions before letting you go

‘’Fine, go be with Handong then’’ faking a pout before teasingly wiggling her eyebrows at you, making you groan.

Handong laughed before asking if you wanted to go lay back down, you nodded before leading the way.

You laid down before quickly covering yourself with the warm blankets, you breathed in satisfaction.

‘’While you nap i'll go watch a movie with Jiu, if there's anything i'll be next door okay?’’ Handong asked

‘’Wait’’ you exclaimed before she could leave

‘’I, i'm still cold even with the covers, can you stay with me for a bit?’’ You looked up at her with puppy eyes

She smiled before laying down next to you, propping her head up on one of her hands.

‘’Your cold?’’ She asked teasingly

‘’Yea..’’

‘’Hmmm okay y/n’’ she fully laid down and covered herself with the blanket, now laying next to you

‘’Sleep well’’ she patted your head

‘’Goodnight’’ you mumbled back

Handong turned on her side to grab her phone to pass time.

She felt you turning and tossing a few times before she felt your body press against her back.

She slightly gasped at the contact before looking back, you were now spooning her, your face hidden within her sweater.

She giggled before turning around

‘’You could just ask me if you want a hug y/n’’

‘’Oh…i was just cold’’ you pouted

‘’Alright here’’ she pulled you against her chest to hug you.

A minute later she was about to let go but realized it wasn't going to happen when she heard you softly snoring.

Your hand was gripping on her sleeve and you were sound asleep.

She stayed there holding you until a knock was heard at the door. Minji knew handong was probably taking care of you again so when her movie night partner wasn’t showing up she immediately thought about checking your room.

She entered and saw the two of you. She started giggling when Handong quietly shushed her.

Jiu immediately took her phone out to take a photo before sending it to the group chat.

You hair was all disheveled and you were gripping onto handong like a baby koala.

‘’Woah’’ was all she said before exiting the room with a laugh.

But it caugh Siyeon and Sua's attention. They approached your room and peeked inside,

‘’Woah’’ siyeon repeated before the three of them laughed at how cute you were. They had never seen you cling onto anyone so this was a first.

The sound of their laugh almost stirred you awake, you eyes slightly opening, now asking handong what was going on

‘’It's okay y/n, you can sleep i'm still here’’ she replied before she felt your head laying against her once again.

She watched you with adoration, she didn't know you could be this cute. It was about time, you finally, after years, gave in to one of them.

She smiled, playing with your soft hair while your chest kept slowly rising, being long gone into the dream world once again.

A/n: special thank to @deukae-my-littke-rockstars

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[flooffybits]

Full of Color

Idol: Dreamcatcher

just another marshmallow passing through: So I just thought of the cutest thing but like you don’t have to write it.. so like 8th member of DC, has tattoos and while she’s asleep one of the younger members colours them in because they were bored and reader was asleep. When they realise what they’ve done they freak out because they don’t want closed off/cold member to be mad. But the reader just coos and babies them because it’s cute and they actually like it shocking the members?

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“Isn’t it a little early to be asleep?” Yoohyeon hears the amusement laced in the dancer’s tone before turning her head to find her gaze directed to your slumbering figure curled up on the couch.

“Let her be. We’ve all been busy and we had a long flight a couple days ago.” Minji scolds lightly, humming when she brushes your hair from your face and then adjusts your blanket so you don’t get too cold.

Yoohyeon notes their attire and furrows her brows together in curiosity. “You’re leaving?” She questions and Bora nods her head. “We’re just going to the mall to relax. It’s not everyday we get to go out of the country.” She responds casually when she adjusts the hat on her head before slipping her shoes on.

The puppy pouts a little at that and slumps back against the table. “I wanna go out too but I feel so lazy today.” She groans, earning a laugh from Bora when she stands back up and grabs her purse. Minji has to silence her just so her voice doesn’t wake you. “If Y/n wakes up, have her come with you.”

“But unnie is tired.” She reasons, hesitant to ask you since she knew how you could be whenever you were running low on energy. She didn’t want to possibly ruin your mood more.

Minji is already dismissing the thought with a wave of her hand. “Just ask. And if she doesn’t want to, you can always ask the others when they come back.” She suggests when they head for the door. “We’ll see you later.”

“Take care.” Yoohyeon calls after them, staring at the door once it’s shut and she lets out a breath, a pout resting on her features as she looks back at you. She honestly has no idea why you decided to leave your bed to sleep on the couch, but she can’t really do anything to make you go back since she would feel bad about having to ruin your sleep.

Yoohyeon knows how little you’ve been getting lately so she does her best to keep quiet just so you can rest.

Judging by your tired expression, she knows that you would be needing it for the rest of the tour.

..

It’s been well over two hours since Yoohyeon had been alone with you. Yubin entered the room at some point and left some food on the table, but as soon as she did, Gahyeon was coming to collect the rapper so they could both go sightseeing, explaining that Dong was already waiting in the hall.

And while they did ask Yoohyeon if she wanted to come with them, a quick glance at you had her shaking her head and stating that she would be fine at the hotel.

They merely smiled at her before saying to call if she needed anything.

She wished that she went with them, because not even ten minutes after they left, Yoohyeon was bored out of her mind, having given up on her phone and finished her little study session.

When she peeked over at you again, she assumed that you were finally awake. But you only stirred a little and moved to your side before sleep once more took over. She had to hold her breath the whole time before sighing heavily.

At first she found it funny how much you were sleeping today, but after a while and some noise from her clumsily tripping over a chair and you had yet to react, she was a little more worried than anything.

You weren’t exactly a heavy sleeper, but it was clear that you were more tired than you let on.

By the third hour, Yoohyeon finds her back against the couch, her phone playing a little bit of music while she randomly draws on the notebook she had packed with her for this trip. Some of her thoughts would be strewn about, nothing specific, a doodle of Pie and even Cherry in another page before she finally ended with a blank.

Pouting at the lack of inspiration, Yoohyeon turns her head, your arm on clear display with your tattoo in her sights. The idea came before she could even think it over and one of her markers was soon on your skin, filling some portions of your tattoo with color as she hummed along to the song.

She remembers you first getting this one. It was the very first of many and she smiles a little to herself when she remembers how much you stressed about getting it. Since it was something you would forever have on your skin, you took months into considering the design before finally deciding to get it, much to your fans and members’ delight.

She was happy to see the contentment on your face when you showed it off the first time. She didn’t understand the sentiment at first, but after countless probing from not only the girls, you ended up explaining the tattoo in one of your vlives.

As quiet as you were, the girls knew how far your imagination could reach. But the meaning behind your tattoo would probably be one of her favorites of your stories when you told them how it symbolizes the people in your life.

Like a puzzle piece, you told them, every one of them fit into your life and made you whole. She’s embarrassed to admit that she teared up when you told them, but you had only given them all a smile afterwards.

The simplicity of the design held something deeper and that was enough for you.

It’s only when Yoohyeon reaches for the third color does she pause though and take a proper look at her handiwork. When she followed the length of your arm and saw your face, her own was drained of color and she promptly dropped her marker. Dread filled her entire body when she finally realized what she’d done and she scrambled to gather her things and flee from the scene before you could wake up.

“Yah! What are you doing?”

Bora’s sudden entry, along with her panicked state, causes her head to collide with the coffee table right after picking her marker up, and the rest of her things scatter to the floor, the noise being enough to finally wake you up.

She was so screwed.

Yoohyeon whines while rubbing her head, pouting as she sits on the carpeted floor before the sound of your groggy voice reaches her ears. “Yoohyeon?” She swears she wants the ground to swallow her whole at that given moment when she slowly turns her head, a nervous smile on her face when she looks up at you whilst the rest of your members enter the room.

Siyeon looked a little surprised when she saw your now colored tattoo, but before she could say anything, Yoohyeon was already scrambling to her feet and distanced herself in the event you grew upset.

“Unnie! You’re finally awake.” She tries not to get you to notice when you stretch and then rub your eyes. “What time is it?” You ask while reaching for her phone and everyone watches as everything goes in slow motion for Yoohyeon.

By the time you held the device in your hand, your eyes caught the now colorful puzzle piece on your arm, forcing you to sit up to properly assess yourself whilst Dong shot the panicking puppy a worried glance.

You had to do a double take since your mind was still a bit hazy, but once you saw that it was indeed colored in, you took a quick look at your members, the confusion plastered over your face before you’re turning your gaze to the scared girl who was already bowing with apologies spilling from her lips.

“You colored my tattoo?” None of them can quite read your expression as you stare at the design again, so Siyeon moves to join you on the couch just so she could hopefully soothe you in the event it was needed. With her head on your shoulder, she takes a look at the tattoo with you and smiles a little to herself.

“Hey, that doesn’t look so bad.” She offers and Yoohyeon wants to stop the vocalist from saying anything that could possibly get her to her grave faster, only to pause when she sees the ghost of a smile playing at your lips when you nod your head. “It is.”

“It… is?”

She wasn’t sure if it was her fear tricking her into thinking that you weren’t upset, but seeing the surprise on everyone’s face promised her that it wasn’t just hers as she hesitantly came back to the couch where you gladly welcomed her.

“You did a really nice job, Yoohyeon.” You praise and she takes a look at the tattoo again before your face lit up. “Hey, what else were you adding on this?” Everyone was caught off guard by the question and Yoohyeon struggled to find her voice, looking up and meeting Yubin’s equally lost gaze for a moment before the rapper shrugged her shoulders, gesturing to the markers right after.

Carefully, she turned back to you before answering. “I was just coloring it.” She mumbles and you hum before extending your arm in her direction, puzzling her for a moment while you just grinned softly at the younger girl. “Mind showing me the whole thing?”

Gahyeon looked to and from before she faced the two eldest members, seeing that they’re both just as dumbfounded by the turn of events. Frankly, they were prepared for the worst as soon as Bora caught Yoohyeon filling your tattoo, but seeing how you attentively watched the blonde fill it with new ink, adding a few comments here and there to tell her that you liked the design, they all relaxed before finally proceeding further into the room.

Minji even giggled when she finally let the whole thing sink in. This would surely be another story that InSomnia would find amusing in the future. But as Siyeon took a peek later on to see how you and Yoohyeon were doing, the older members all smiled when they saw that you’ve now been accompanied by Yubin, talking about the tattoo and its new design.

This was probably one of the rare times they’ve seen you so relaxed, giggling along with the rest of the maknae line as all four of you, since Gahyeon complained about being left out, happily chatted about your plans for the following days.

..

“I had lunch with my brother yesterday.” Yoohyeon shared, seeing that people were asking for a TMI. “I was joking about him treating me, but he really didn’t let me pay anything.” She said with wide eyes, a faux amazed look on her face as she threw a thumbs up and Gahyeon agreed. “Seriously, he’s cool.”

“You’re boasting about your brother again?” You chuckle when you enter the room, joining the pair, but they happily welcome you, waving you over and gesturing for you to sit down. “They were asking for TMI.” The maknae explains and you nod your head in understanding, looking at the screen to see various people commenting your name.

You smile a little and wave before Yoohyeon nudged you. “What about you?” She inquires and you have to think for a minute, racking your brain for anything interesting to tell everyone before you snap your fingers. “Oh! I went back to the shop a couple days ago.” You tell her, and Yoohyeon looked a little confused before you rolled up your sleeve to reveal your now colored tattoo.

“It’s pretty, right?” Yoohyeon’s face exploded in a million shades of red when she recognized the design while Gahyeon marveled at the sight, peering at the inked skin in wonder. Overwhelmed, Yoohyeon lightly smacked your arm, forcing it down and away from view. “Yah! I didn’t know you were going to color it!” She screamed and you can only give her a confused look while rolling your sleeve back down.

“I told you that I liked it.” Was your simple answer before you looked back to the camera as though it wasn’t a big deal. “Yoohyeon colored it when I was sleeping one day-”

“I was scared.”

You wave the comment away with a playful shrug and then continue whilst Gahyeon giggled in the background. “You should have seen Yoohyeon unnie’s face that day.” She claims. “She colored my tattoo because she got bored, but the outcome was really nice.” You went on when Gahyeon took your arm again to inspect the design. ”I didn’t tell the members about it yet, so this is the first reveal everyone.” You tell them and Yoohyeon went quiet for a few good minutes, flustered that you had actually enjoyed her design so much to have it added into your already meaningful piece.

She was hit with a strong feeling of happiness and she couldn’t help but cling to you for the entirety of the live. She had gotten a little shy while you and Gahyeon interacted with your fans, though the latter did send her teasing little grins every now and then.

“The unnies’ tattoos all look so pretty that I’m considering getting one.” She pouted, feeling a little envious of the designs you had on your body. “But it’s so hard choosing a design.” She adds before you lightly pat her head. “You can try sketching out some designs of your own or you can search for stuff online.”

The conversation is lost in Yoohyeon’s head until you all decide to head back to the dorm. Even when she sees you conversing with the rest of the members, Yoohyeon can’t fight off the feeling of pride swelling in her chest whenever she would catch sight of your new design.

“It added more meaning to what I already had. Not only am I complete, but it’s like there’s more life with how much color there is in my life.”

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