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i-luvsang · 4 months
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when she's by your side — unspecified fem!idol
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pairing : unspecified fem!idol x gn!afab!reader ➖⟢ genres : fluff, comfort, established relationship ➖⟢ cw : period cramps, mention of pain meds ➖⟢ wc : 0.5K
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she hates when she has to be away at work all day, knowing you’re probably curled up in bed, dealing with the pain of your cramps on your own. sure, it’s something you’re used to, but sometimes it’s like she’s more sensitive to your pain than you are. that’s why, the moment she’s home, your girlfriend goes straight to your room, a bag of your favorite snacks and drinks in hand. she sets the bag down, quick to gently pull up the covers and slip in bed beside you.
“hi, darling,” she whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as she carefully pulls you into her. with her arms around you and your head on your chest, you finally feel a bit of relief after a bad day. your pain meds didn’t do much, and even with your heating pad, it’s been hard to find a comfortable position. but in no time, her hand rubbing your sore back and her sweet words have you far more relaxed than you have been all day.
she loves to see the furrow of your brow fade away and the subtle grimace on your lips curve into a far more contented, albeit small, smile. that’s when you can start to ask her about her day, happy to hear her voice instead of the tv characters who’ve served as your entertainment and distraction for the day. by now, she knows that her voice relaxes you, and secretly it makes her heart flutter. so, she gladly goes on and on, laying out the details of her day at work and happily making you laugh softly with silly little happenings between her and her members.
anytime an extra pang of pain interrupts your relaxed state, and your brow creases again and you clench your fist around the fabric of her shirt, she frowns, pausing her stories. if it’s particularly bad, she shushes you softly, running her thumb over your brows and cheeks to relax your face before putting more attention into massaging your back. if that irritates you more, as it sometimes does, she shifts the both of you around until you’re comfortable again. then she’s sure to kiss you softly and remind you how well you’re holding up or ask if there’s anything else she can do for you. she smiles when you just ask for her to keep talking about her day.
but eventually, she only has to stop talking to make sure you don’t fall asleep too early in the evening, gently sitting you up and interrupting herself to get you a light meal that she knows you can easily stomach. in reality, you’d be fine to eat at the table, but she always insists on doing everything she can to make you the most comfortable you could possibly be at every moment. she pulls up your comfort show on her laptop as you eat, and this time it’s much nicer to watch. everything’s just far, far better when she’s by your side.
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erospandemos · 8 months
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Let's get out of here
Jinsoul x Reader
Length: 3.8k
Tags: fluff, drunken confession, best friend
Shoutout to @a-casual-kpopfan for making me a Jinsoul simp.
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Note: This is a work of fiction. Don't drunk drive. Call a cab.
Alcohol in an old plastic cup wasn’t the best, it didn’t taste good, and you would have surely preferred a fruit juice, but nobody at this party drank it for the taste anyway. You kept on drinking, tilting your head back to get the last drops out of your red cup. You tried not to drink too much and be responsible but looking around, you couldn’t see any water at all so you swallowed the rest of your beer-flavored saliva. 
You leaned against the wall and scanned the room for the 10th time this night. You didn’t know whose house this was. You only knew it was a house. You weren’t the type of person to come to parties but when Jinsoul begged you to go with those puppy eyes, you couldn’t resist and left without asking many questions. You didn’t even change your clothes after your part-time and just hopped in your car with your very excited best friend and drove off.
The music was too loud in your ears, the drums hit in your chest and the bass vibrated throughout all your body. The lights were low so you couldn’t avoid stepping on every kind of litter on the floor, sometimes even people. Everyone kept bumping into you while they were dancing, pushing you left and right. 
You kept walking straight through the herd of dancers until a girl bumped you harder than anyone else and looked you in the eyes. To your surprise, it was Jinsoul, with shaky legs and a half-filled cup.
“Oh, there you are. I've been looking for you,” she mumbled. Jinsould held onto one of your hands and with a yelp started moving wildly around you, taking you around the room. She reeked of alcohol, and so you did, but you knew for a fact she drank almost five times as much. 
“You’re making me dizzy, stop it,” you complained, holding onto her shoulder to not fall into some stranger.
“Man, you gotta relax a little, you’re too stiff,” she laughed and started jumping around as if the music seeped into her veins, her hair bouncing into your face and arms at every movement. Blinded and deafened, you were at the mercy of Jinsoul. 
“No, you’re too loose… Stop it, please.”
You didn’t know for how long you stayed in the house, there wasn’t a clock but it had gotten dark. It was starting to feel way too cramped in that place, a lot more guests arrived and you desperately needed fresh air. 
When Jinsoul’s energy ended, she slumped on you. Your best friend’s body was like a bag of potatoes, she couldn’t stand straight anymore and was all over you. “Where have you been?” Jinsoul murmured into your shoulder.
“I was telling Chuu not to jump into the pool.”
“Huh? Oh, why did you have to keep,” she hiccups, “Chuu from jumping into the pool?”
“Because we're on the second floor.” 
“Yeah, that makes sense. Chuu must be really drunk.”
“Just as much as you are,” you sighed. 
“What, me? No, I'm not drunk. You know me. I don't drink. I always have one glass of wine for New Year's and Christmas and stuff. And sometimes I have a beer when people tell me that we should all have a beer like soccer and barbecue, you know, beer-drinking activities. But aside from that, I do not drink. And that's why I am not drunk.”
“What about all the cups you had before? I saw you,” you said and her eyes shot quickly to you, she rolled her lips in a displeased frown and shrugged her shoulders, “Oh yeah that.”
Jinsoul leaned back onto the wall, her eyes nothing but black orbs in that dark room as she looked around up and down. “Oh yeah, I had a couple of drinks. These guys here keep pushing drinks on me,” she started and you couldn’t help but feel a weird feeling creeping up your neck.
“They were trying to get you drunk, huh? What a bunch of creeps.”
“What? No no no no no no. Those people are really nice. They keep handing me drinks. I think they really like me,” Jinsoul gushed in an incoherent ball of words.  “We're friends now. I want to follow them on Twitter but I can't unlock my phone because my phone is on the password doesn't work.”
“Did you forget your password?” you asked. When Jinsoul gets drunk, she becomes a mess. She doesn’t stop talking and can’t even tell numbers apart. Being her best friend for so long, you have already seen this scenario multiple times. 
“What? No. I never forget my password. My password is your name and your birthday and I wouldn't forget your birthday no matter how drunk you are or if I am or both. I would remember your birthday because I bought you that game that you keep gushing about that isn't out yet. I wasn't quite sure whether I should buy it for you because I was worried you might spend more time on it than hanging out with me but you seem like you really wanted it so I bought it for you. And well I didn't want to tell you that. There was some really important reason not to tell you but I can't really remember it right now…”
You raised an eyebrow. You didn’t know if you should have been surprised or confused, because you didn’t really believe what she was saying. Anyhow, it was clear how wasted Jinsoul was, and being her ride, you understood it was the time to get her out of here, now that she could still walk or try to.
“Well never mind I'm sure it will come back to me eventually…” she kept speaking as you pulled her arm. “Hey where are we going?” she whined, trying to pull the other way.
“To my car, Jinsoul.”
“Why? Why do you want to drive me home?” 
“Yeah, that’s why.”
“Do you want to come to my apartment so you can like be alone with me?” Jinsoul smirked.
“Let’s say it’s like that,” you said. You didn’t want to talk any further as her head was completely empty now. Who knew where she was getting with that, her imagination was always wild.
“I knew it!” she screamed. Fortunately noobody seemed to notice her in the midst of the loud music so you were spared from the embarrassment you have to usually endure when you were out with her. “knew that, I totally knew that,” she said again then dramatically waved in the air, spinning around, “Bye everybody!”
“I'm going to go home with my best friend. He's my um... D-dissed... disem... demated... demated driver and isn't he so cute?”
“It’s designated driver,” you corrected her. “Let’s go now.” 
“Hey! Not so hasty. I didn't even finish my drink.”
“Come on, do it quickly.”
“Okay fine. Just let me finish it okay? Mmm... yeah.” She chugged all her drink down, groaning in satisfaction, then some quick steps followed before she fell again. You quickly raised your arm to catch her and step back to stand upright. Jinsoul’s body was drooping all over you.
“Oh I feel dizzy,” she tried to say. “If you want some advice, don't mix rum with tequila. We put something in that rum that doesn't go with tequila like at all. Hmm... Why are you hugging me?”
“I’m not hugging you, I’m preventing you from breaking your damn head.”
“I mean I'm not complaining,” she muttered under her breath as if she didn’t hear anything of what you said. “I always love it when you hug me but…”
She tried to stand up and move away from you. You kept telling her she wasn’t okay but she didn’t want to hear you. Jinsoul stood up, putting her arms out to show you that she was just fine, then her legs wobbled and she fell onto you once again.
“Okay okay okay okay okay seriously obviously I can't. Maybe you should hug me again. Thank you.”
You were feeling weird from being this close to her. Maybe because you liked her. No maybe, that was why. You looked at her eyes, totally relaxed and sleepy. Jinsoul smiled, like the dork she was, and got closer to you, almost bumping your noses.
“Did I ever tell you that your eyes are like really pretty this close up?” she whispered. Her voice was warm and sultry—her charms were starting to have an effect on you. Those were the times when you must not listen to your head at all, telling you to kiss her. But that wouldn’t be right and you knew it.
Jinsoul closed her eyes for a brief moment so she could take a breath and raise her chin even closer to you. You shivered. “Are you falling asleep?” you said.
“Huh? What? No! Who is falling asleep? I closed my eyes because it was romantic. I was leaning in for a kiss but you missed your cue when you just left me hanging here with my eyes closed. So this is totally your fault,” she blurted out all at once.
“What did just you say?”
“Yeah, for a kiss. We are at a party. We are hugging and I'm looking into your eyes. Therefore, kiss.” 
“You’re saying dumb stuff, shut up, let’s go home,” you said and tried to move but Jinsoul clinched your arm. You were really holding back here. Jinsoul was making this way too  hard for you, you might kiss her for real if she kept that up.
“No, I don't want to go home,” she insisted. “We haven't kissed yet. Here, let's try it again,” Jinsoul said and closed her eyes, pecking her lips. You didn’t do anything. “Hey, you missed your cue again. Seriously, honey, I am drunk and I know how kissing works. You must need a refresher course or something.”
“As if you know how to kiss.”
“Huh? Yeah, I kiss. You never kiss me even though I want you to.”
“W-what did you just say? Did—how am I supposed to know?!”
“Okay. Well, maybe that's because I never tell you that I want you to because... Well, there was a reason. I'm pretty sure of that but... What was it again? I didn't want you to know that I always think about kissing you that... But why didn't I want you to know that? Anyway, can you kiss me now? Come on.”
“No.” 
“Hey, why not?” You could feel her shuffling closer to you, even more than she already was, and the warmth of the blossoming feeling in your heart that was burning more than any alcohol you have drunk that night. Jinsoul traced her fingers, against your chest, ignoring the crowded room and you fell into the wall.
She didn’t push you, your legs just got weak.
“You’re drunk, you don’t know what you’re doing,” you stuttered. “You can’t give consent in this state.” 
“No, I totally am able to give contempt.”
“No, Jinsoul, you’re drunk, you aren’t thinking straight.”
“I am totally able to say I want this. I am. You're just not kissing me because I'm drunk. You're drunkphobic,” Jinsoul started speaking. She was rambling in the most silly of ways but, in the midst of the crowd, you could only look at her eyes glistening with the rotating colorful lights. “You are totally discriminating against me. And that's against the constant, oh, it's against my rights.”
“It isn’t.” 
“It is.”
“It isn’t.” 
“All right. Okay. Will you at least kiss me when I'm sober again?”
“Only if you brush your teeth first. You smell of alcohol.”
“Well, of course, okay, yeah. Um, so that's a yes then. Yay. I love you. Hey, do you know something that will sober me up faster?”
“Stop drinking.” 
“Oh, so we're like a doctor now, are we? Come on, can I at least have a hug? Yeah, so wet I grabbed your butt. I always wanted to. Whenever I see it, and I haven't yet because there really isn't a good reason to just do it. But the heck, I can't remember it right now, like why I wouldn't. So, I believe it was probably the same reason why I never tell you that I want to kiss you or that I'm in love with you.” 
“You’re in love with… me?”
“Hmm? Yeah, I'm in love with you silly. Why did it take you this long to figure that out? I mean, what was I supposed to do?”
“Tell me?” 
“Silly, I couldn't tell you. Because if I had told you then you would have known and that... Actually, now that I think about it, it doesn't make a whole lot of sense. Sorry, sober me is kind of stupid, apparently. Can I have another iced tea? Hey, what are you staring at? Keep your hands off, he's mine.” 
“They aren’t staring at you, but at me. Chill.”
“What? She was staring at you? You're mine. People are always staring at you and talking to you and flirting with you and you always... Oh my god, it always... it always gets me super angry and I can't say anything because I have to keep it a secret for some reason, but like I can't really remember which one right now, so…” 
“Come on,” Jinsoul puckered her lips again. “Give me a kiss so they can see that you're taken.”
“No,” you snatched back at her, ignoring how her words tugged at your heartstrings. It was insane how she made your heart pound even while she was this blubbering drunk mess. 
“Dang. What was I talking about? Oh yeah. You wanted to drive me home, right? Your home or my home? Because I'm fine with either.”
“Your home,” you said a bit harsher. 
“Okay, my home… I don't think I have anything to drink at home.”
“That’s good news.” 
“You know, like just water and stuff, but I do have snacks. Ooh, can we cuddle when we get there? Or do you just want to like put me to bed?” 
You think carefully. It was just cuddling, right? Nothing bad. It wasn’t like you would have taken advantage of your best friend, if anything you were there to take care of her and help her fall asleep faster. The offer sounded very appealing, but no. “I just want to bring you home so you can sleep.”
“Oh, you do. Oh, now we're coming on strong. Not too shabby for someone who didn't know how to kiss a minute ago. I like it,” Jinsoul exclaimed, pointing a finger at you as if she shot you with Cupid’s arrow and winked.
You sighed happily. “No, you have to sleep, Jinsoul.”
“What? No, I don't need to sleep. Hey, you can take it slow if you want like cuddle. Don't you like me?” Jinsoul moved her head down, seemingly pouting at you. The alcohol amplified her feelings by 1000% and suddenly she got emotional and teary-eyed. She spoke softly and looked at you even softer. You felt her pulling you a bit and noticed her hand on your sleeve. 
“I went to this stupid party because I wanted you to have fun and I'm always super nice to you and I always look you in your eyes and play with your hair and bite my lip because just because that would make you fall in love with me and now you tell me that it didn't work?”
Her words bounced off of you at first and you didn’t notice what she was saying, assuming she was just rambling mindlessly. But then you stopped walking and thought about what she said for a moment. It was on purpose? So you weren’t just going crazy, it was her! So many days, you spent going insane over her—one day she’d be your usual dorky friend, and the next, she’d look insanely hot and irresistible. Yes, she did have a very funny personality but she was a lady and her hips didn’t lie.
With your heart almost beating out of your chest, you leaned down and looked at Jinsoul in the eyes. She was still grumpy and wrinkled her nose to look angry. But she was cute.
“No, I think it worked,” you managed to say. Then you let out a breathy chuckle, squishing her cheeks with both your hands and forcing her eyes not to look anywhere else. “Jinsoul, of course, it worked, you’re such a pretty and funny girl, there’s no way I wouldn’t have fallen for you.”
“Huh? Wait. So, do you like me?” Jinsoul let her teeth brush her bottom lip as her mouth slowly opened on its own and she stared at you with wide eyes, her hair falling down to her shoulders, enchantingly so. 
“Yeah.” You told her, with the softness of someone that knew had to say it at least 100 more times. You nodded your head and Jinsoul smiled.
“Yay, I knew it,” she cheered. “Come here,” she blurted and grabbed your face, brushing her nose with yours. Your mind started to run wild—you didn’t have anywhere to go, your hands were on her face and so were hers on yours. But then she stopped. “Oh, oh wait, wait, um, sorry. I have to wait till I'm sober again, right?”
She let go of your face and you let out a sigh of relief. “So that means like we could kiss tomorrow morning, right?” Those small words were filled with hope and desperation.
“No, you’ll be hangover.” 
“No, what? I'm not gonna hang over. I never have.” 
“You always do.”
“Oh. Well, will you be there to protect me?” She sulked. 
“Yeah, fine,” you laugh. Of course, you’d be there for her, like you always had. 
“Yay. I don't mind if I get a hangover as long as you're there to snuggle me. And did you have snacks at home? It's gonna be awesome. You know what, we don't need this stupid party. Come on. Let's get going.”
You pulled Jinsoul from the kitchen to the hallway, trying your best not to let her fall into anyone. On her way out, she would wave at anyone she met before and scream about how happy she was. When you got to the door, you noticed the little step and didn’t stumble on it—you were sober enough—but Jinsoul didn’t and she tripped into you. 
You caught her full weight and stumbled back. Jinsoul leaned in close, her breath slightly sweet with the lingering scent of alcohol, and her eyes glistening with mischief.
"Darling, look at you, you’re so eager to hold me already,” she said playfully. “Why didn't you tell me you were such a handsome devil?"
You sighed and pushed her back upright. 
"Thanks, Jinsoul. Now let's get you home before you start flirting with everyone."
“What are you saying?! I’m only doing this with you!”
“Whatever you say.” You try to get Jinsoul back on track but she stumbles again, holding you by the neck, her face dangerously close to yours. She hiccups and shakes her head in pain. A moment of thought and you realize she wasn’t putting up a show but was really unable to walk. You have no other option but to drag her to the car yourself.
You walked arm in arm, Jinsoul's head occasionally resting on your shoulder as she giggled and flirted with you along the way. Jinsoul looked like she was dreaming, continuously spewing nonsense. It was a long walk to the car, doing your best not to look tired because Jinsoul would get offended if you gave her any hint of her being heavy.
Once you reached your car, you put Jinsoul down inside the back door and she climbed into the backseat. With a loud sigh, you finally get at the driving wheel and take your breath. With your hands on the wheel, you tap your fingers, trying to gain back all your sanity to not crash your car. 
"You're the best, you know that?" Jinsoul whines while slumping down.
“I'm just doing what any good friend would do."
"No, really, you're my hero tonight. My knight in shining armor!" she screamed. “Also, you said you’d be my boyfriend… we confessed to each other!”
“Alright, alright,” you ignored her words and started driving.
Arriving at her apartment complex, you helped her out of the car and walked up to her unit together. Jinsoul clung to your arm, you could feel the warmth of her body and how soft it was. Your cheeks heated up and your heart was racing.  She knew perfectly what she was doing and was nowhere near stopping.
"You know, you could stay the night with me. We could have so much fun!" Jinsoul said with a wide grin.
 "Jinsoul, you need to rest. I'll stay until you fall asleep, but that's it."
Once inside, you managed to convince her to sit down on the couch while you fetched a glass of water from the kitchen. Jinsoul finally calmed down, she was too tired at this point, and she continued to watch you from afar.  You handed her the glass of water, and she took a few sips. You stayed with her, chatting about random topics to keep her mind occupied.
After some time, Jinsoul's eyelids grew heavy, and her flirtatious energy began to wane. She yawned and snuggled up on the couch, looking more and more adorable. She slipped on your lap and her arms fell to the floor. You let out a chuckle but didn’t move, instead, you caressed her hair, looking at her beautiful face. You took some time to properly observe her beauty because, after all, you deserved it.
“Honey, I’m so tired…” Jinsoul whined.
“I know, I know, you have to sleep now.”
“You know I really need something—someone—to hug…” she said while eyeing you, “It’s not going to be anything bad I swear. I just need some comfortable hugging partner so I can fall asleep better, what do you say?”
“Uhhh…”
“Will you refuse?”
“I…”
-The next day-
You wake up on your own, your head is still pounding lightly and your body is extremely tired. You look at the ceiling: it’s of an unfamiliar color. You try to get up but something is holding you down. Your first instinct is to look down and you see a leg, then you move your eyes closer and see an arm. You turn around and see the culprit, Jinsoul.
There, beside you lies a sleeping Jinsoul, wearing a cute pajama, and a cute headband. She shuffles lightly and snuggles closers, stroking her face to your shoulder, letting out incomprehensible noises.
“Five more minutes, honey, you’re so warm,” she says with a sultry voice.
What the fuck?
THE END
Written, 20 July 2023 -23 July 2023
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itgetsquiet · 8 months
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(〃⌒⤙⌒)ゞ girlfriend hcs : kim lip (〃⌒⤙⌒)ゞ
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genre : fluff | gn!reader | requested ‧₊˚✧ taglist : @ivy-aurora @nfrgirl @ludasgf
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jungeun is a rather private person. she prefers to be lowkey about her romantic life and expects you to meet her halfway on this condition, although sometimes she’s ready for an exception
like, maybe on some big anniversary she will let you post a picture where her face is not hidden. she may even let you tag her and leave a comment on the post
not the type for big gestures and things said out loud. you’ll be out, doing something, you’ll gather courage to ask her out, and she’d be like, “wait, isn’t this our third date?”
loves to give you small signs of affection. lippie will bring you a cookie just because she thought of you when she came across a bakery, will make you an origami butterfly because she randomly saw a tutorial online
it’s like no matter what she does, the first instinct for her is to share it with you
she’s a very intuitive person so she’d probably notice things about you before you do
jungeun is very direct about everything, but she’s also calm and gentle so fights with her are rare. she tries to stay rational even when the sight of you upset brings tightness to her chest and all she wants to do instead of resolving the conflict is to apologise and hug you close
low energy gf!! whines when you drag her somewhere, the perfect date idea for her is to sit, bonus points if you chat or create something together
listens rather than talks, but sometimes starts rambling and gets lost in a moment
relies on you to come up with all the things couples are supposed to do, although sometimes, if she wants to surprise you, she makes an effort to to do something of that sort herself, like searches for a trendy place to go to or something like that
loves to see you get along with her older sister
love language : sharing things with you
jungeun can come up to you with her new lipstick in her hand and on her lips and, while you apply your makeup, use her lipstick on you. “as a reminder of me throughout the day,” she excuses the gesture
texts you weather forecast and random facts about the world
“hey, check this out,” she asks for your attention as she shares her earphones with you to introduce you to some song she likes or the song she’s been working on
likes to ask you for the late night hang outs as a way to recharge after a long day of work
when you’re in a group of friends, shares her jokes only with you, quietly telling them to your ear, and giggles with you
gets faux annoyed when you want to take pictures together, even tho she loves it that her apartment is littered with photos of you two together in different photobooths
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yvesettex · 1 year
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LOONA as GIRLFRIENDS (sfw)
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★ - genre: gf headcanons, wlw, fluff
★ - warnings: none
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🐇HEEJIN
- plays guitar for you and sings to you
- you help her with sudoku puzzles
- you’re always cleaning up after her lol
- you’re planning a trip to travel abroad
- you’re always eating out since she can’t cook or she makes you cook for her
- you plant little kisses to her mole near her left eye
- her satoori comes out when she talks to you sometimes
- tried to convince you to become vegan with her
- you kiss her nose a lot
- you are obsessed with her arms- and she flexes for you and laughs when your mouth goes wide open
- gives you the other airpod while listening to music
- you feed her online shopping addiction bc she buys so much stuff for you
- she introduces you to her puppies
- if you have dogs, she loves them sm and constantly asks you to send pics
- she asks you to pose so she can draw you and you have her drawings hung up in your room
- she gets embarrassed when you watch her stages in front of her and compliment her
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🐈HYUNJIN
- you met in school and thought she was so pretty and vice versa
- play-wrestles you
- makes you laugh so hard your cheeks hurt from smiling
- loves to play sports with you, even if you aren’t good at them
- plays piano for you
- always holding your hand everywhere you go
- coffee shop dates <3
- you can outdrink her very easily and she gets super affectionate while drunk
- wants to get a cat or dog with you
- wants you to baby her
- when you saw her bare face you kissed her cheek and told her she was gorgeous
- she doesn’t rely on you when she’s stressed and prefers to not put her issues on you but still comes to you for advice
- you watch youtube and listen to music on her bed while cuddling
- she buys you both coffee almost every morning
- she loves joking with you and you share inside jokes and a secret language
- one time while walking together you hurt your leg and she carried you on her back the rest of the way
- she’s always hyping you up
- you have mukbangs on vlive
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🕊️HASEUL
- babies you
- plays piano and guitar for you
- movie nights where you cuddle on the couch and fall asleep in eachother’s arms
- cooks for you
- such a mom
- sends you good morning and goodnight texts and always checks up on you
- always buys you lavish gifts aka spoils tf out of you
- asked you to call her your girlfriend first
- she’s quite affectionate
- remembers the smallest things - you could mention something months ago and she’d remember and buy it for you
- drives you around
- pottery and figure skating dates
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🦌VIVI
- she was so quiet when you met but once you got the know her she’s such a bright person
- an absolute sweetheart, the most gentle gf
- she makes you watch scary movies with her and you hide your face in her neck at the scary parts
- she can’t sleep unless she’s cuddling you
- takes you to hong kong to meet her family
- you’re always taking pictures of her and she gets embarrassed
- amazing listener, gives the best advice
- rock climbing and hiking dates !!
- she prefers to stay inside though and spend time with you
- cheers you up when you come to vent
- she’s extremely considerate of you and your feelings and often makes you meals or take cares of you when you’re sick
- cooks you noodles and vegetables
- gives great hugs
- she wants to go see the cherry blossoms with you
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🧸YEOJIN
- she probably approached you first initially to become friends
- she’s always trying to come up with cute nicknames for you
- loud asf especially when she feels like someone is hitting on you or threatening you; gets super defensive
- always hitting you playfully when she laughs
- teases you constantly but it’s always lighthearted
- loves to do your nails
- if you’re taller than her (she’s incredibly short), she often complains about her height and you tease her playfully about her shortness
- she also is always the small spoon
- makes you take her instagram photos
- wants to get matching tattoos
- you’re a pair of troublemakers
- if you’re younger than her she always brags about being older, and if you’re older, she always wants to be treated like a baby
- makes you watch animated shows with her
- naps together <3
- her hand is very small and fits cutely in yours when you hold hands
- kisses you goodbye
- you have to drive her everywhere bc she refuses to get a license
- speaks in her daegu accent to you, you tell her it’s hot
- you’re always reminding her of dates you planned bc she forgets easily
- she loves perfume and you always gift it to her. you carry a rolling perfume in your bag and roll it on her wrist so she can smell it and to calm her when she’s stressed.
- convinces you to get new piercings and you come with her to get hers
- you play pokémon together
- she’s more affectionate than you are
- writes about you in her diary
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🦉KIM LIP
- a romantic at heart
- cleans up your room without you asking
- laughs at everything you say, even the most stupid jokes
- had a habit of sweeping your hair back
- sushi dates + movie nights
- she loves watching romance movies with you
- “that’s like us”
- you watch dramas together and gossip about the main characters
- she loves longboarding with you
- if you ever fight, she’s the first to resolve it
- passenger princess
- tried to teach you how to play the violin while you tried to explain a sport to her - she didn’t get it
- she gets cold easily and you warm her hands and beat hug her to warm her up - or give her your jacket
- always makes sure you’ve eaten
- she’s bad with technology and needs your help constantly when her phone isn’t working
- shopping together <3
- she gets sleep paralysis and you comfort her when she gets scared
- she loves massaging your shoulders and your back after a long day
- you bought her a guitar and she freaked out
- the two of you love baking things together even if they don’t turn out well, she even made you a birthday cake as a surprise
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🐟JINSOUL
- she has a strong vibe and it took you a while to approach her but you instantly became close
- you sit on her lap while she plays video games or hug her from behind
- very clingy
- restaurant dates late at night where you get fast food or snacks
- she’s very honest with you and if she has any concerns she always voices them to you
- you built gundam models and lego sets together
- she talks a lot and you could listen to her ramble for hours
- always coming up with creative dates that involve her new hobbies
- she writes songs about you
- overdramatic af when you don’t give her attention
- you’re in her vlogs and she edits hearts around you
- she knits you stuffed animals and blankets
- recommends you webtoons to read
- makes you take the mbti quiz so she can analyze your personality
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🦇CHOERRY
- couple items !! (ex. matching hoodies, toothbrushes, pajamas, shoes, etc.)
- tteokbokki dates
- helps you manage your stress
- her sisters love you
- if you argue she’s always the one to settle things down and solve conflicts, she apologizes even if she hasn’t done something wrong
- plays video games with you and you always beat her and she pouts
- her mother brings you sweet potatoes from her farm
- compliments you constantly and says she’s jealous of your pretty appearance
- you call her sexy and she gets shy but she appreciates it sm lol
- makes you take the harry potter sorting house quiz and you have a movie marathon
- loves it when you wear sweet perfume
- she’s always playing with your hair and asks to braid it a lot
- you watch animes together
- definitely friends to lovers, your friendship is so strong
- loves it when you call her yerim/yerimmie
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🦢YVES
- she’s super charismatic and the two of you became fast friends
- i’m imagining a very sweet and shy confession from her
- aesthetic dates and photoshoots constantly
- you go thrifting together at vintage stores
- if you have pets, especially cats - she adores them and is always asking about them
- tries to teach you how to dance lol
- makes you playlists
- introduces you to her family and they love you
- she’s very poetic and expresses her love very fondly, often sending you long text messages explaining her feelings
- many inside jokes between you two
- loves it when you call her sooyoungie
- wants to go to the gym with you
- she gets embarrassed when you compliment her
- “stopp it y/n! shhh”
- she’s extremely passionate about your relationship and head over heels for you
- a total softy- you make her blush just by looking at her
- she cries easily talking about her feelings or when she’s stressed but feels very comfortable around you and the two of you comfort eachother when you’re down
- imitates you perfectly - it’s so annoying
- an excellent listener when you need to rant
- prefers to care for you rather than you care for her
- if you fight, she usually gets emotional but is very logical and listens to you well
- posts pictures of you both and captions it with something funny and cute
- gifts you clothes and lets you borrow hers
- cooks tteokbokki for you
- wears your hoodie so much she might as well own it
- takes pictures of you on dates with her film camera
- when she kisses your face she leaves a lipstick mark on your cheek
- you buy her vinyls and roses bc she loves roses
- she reads poetry to you in bed
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🐧CHUU
- she’s so supportive of everything you do, your biggest cheerleader
- cheek and nose kisses !!
- eternally grateful for you and always reminding you
- you have a lot of cheesy and heartfelt moments where she tells you how much she loves you and appreciates you
- you have a very innocent and adorable relationship that is mutually healthy and caring
- you have small arguments/debates that always end well and you laugh about them at the end of the day even though chuu always wins
- she lets you guest star on chuu can do it for an episode and introduces you to orbits
- she’s extremely affectionate and is always holding your hand and clings to your side
- buys you so many gifts she often forgets to buy stuff for herself
- sleepovers where you attempt to stay up until 2 am but chuu always passes out first
- she’s very hard on herself but you’re consistently reassuring her
- she has a large appetite and you let her eat your leftovers or often order big portions to share and she ends up eating most of it lol
- she teaches you taekwondo moves and threatens to bring them out if anyone dares try to hurt you
- karaoke dates !!
- does aeygo for you when she wants something
- you went on a rollercoaster one time and she was clinging onto you, holding your hands with her eyes shut screaming the whole time poor bby
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🦋GOWON
- she’s very introverted so it was tough to get to know her bc she’s so shy
- constantly tags you in funny shit and sends you posts saying “this reminded me of you”
- she’s very positive and helps you see the bright side of situations
- you have an animal crossing island together
- you go shopping together all the time and she always wants to do your makeup
- she annoys you and teases you constantly but makes up for it with cute affection
- amusement park dates <3
- she’s such a bad cook she tried to make something for you to eat one time and it burnt so you just got take-out
- you bought her oh my girl concert tickets and she was so grateful
- she makes you winter playlists
- you spoil her with clothes
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🐺OLIVIA HYE
- holds your hand when she’s upset
- acts like she dislikes everyone but you type of thing
- you and her give marceline and bubblegum vibes
- hugs you from behind - leans on your shoulder and pouts
- very handy and fixes anything you need fixed
- very competitive and will end you in a game
- hates receiving hugs and kisses but will hug and kiss you all the time
- sends you very eloquent messages about her love for you
- she leaves notes of encouragement on to ur bag and plans you surprise birthday parties
- teases you but it’s never hurtful
- you taught her how to wink
- she kills bugs in your house for you
- the two of you have sleepovers and wear facemasks
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bigbadwolfhye · 7 months
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I Choose You
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Olivia Hye x reader x Jinsoul
Fluff
Sorry for the lack of content and stories, been stressed and tired a few months due to my exams for finals. I mostly spent my summer break for resting and just relaxing in general, summer break is almost over and the next school year is about to start so just keep in mind that I’ll keep my posts of stories in a slow pace and are mostly on my drafts for a long time. This story in particular is not finished and has a part 2 so look forward to that
"I'm just visiting, Sollie. It's the holidays" you both walked to the car, her arm around yours
 Arriving at Incheon International Airport, you were nervous to finally meet your best friend after so long. Jinsol was now an idol, more like Jinsoul... She had fulfilled her dream.
Walking out the airport you took a deep breath smelling the fresh air, looking around you see the blonde haired friend that is waiting and waving at you. She ran to you and hugged you "Oh my god! You're finally here! I can smell your grown up scent now, not like in video calls—" you hugged her back
"How long did you say you'll be staying?" Jinsoul asked
"A week or two, depends if something interests me stay" you said with a smile
"Still doesn't have a girlfriend, I see?" Jinsoul opens the door of the car for the both of you
"Nobody has caught my attention" you say
"Attention? You said you like simple? How come you have never found a simple person? And you've been travelling too" Jinsoul looks and sounds frustrated with what you said, she looks out the window away from you
"Stop sulking, Sollie. I know that you want to imply that you're my type, yes but no. Sollie, I don't want to ruin this friendship that we've had since childhood" you caress Jinsoul's cheek "We've been best friends for so long, those years that we built together... I don't want to ruin. You get what I'm saying, right?" Jinsoul sulks even more
She eventually softens up "I just don't get it... Why friends? The first time we met, I said that I like you. You said that we should become friends first, be closer. Then what happened after that? We became best friends? You never found love in me, that's why you only see me as a friend" the car stopped in a parking lot and she got out first
Sighing deep you got out too, see her getting your luggage faster that the driver could. She fast-walked to the elevator where you catched her with a back hug "Sollie, it's because I'm not the right person for you. I know that you can find someone better that me" she presses the button to call for the elevator
She didn't say anything, just breaks your hug and immediately go to the elevator where you followed. The air in the elevator was too awkward to handle, she never looked at you while at the elevator and walked off first when the door opened
You've got enough of what she's doing, you never knew that this is what you're getting into after arriving
Jinsoul trying to open your apartment with a key card she have "Sollie, let's talk" she ignored you. You noticed that the key card that she's holding is upsidedown "Sollie, the card is backwards" you say, she listens and opened the door to the apartment
She went inside and threw your luggage into the sofa, she went to the kitchen and drank some water. You just stand in the middle of the living room, looking at her do things she never usually do. She's unpacking your luggage and put the things inside to the closets
"Sollie, do you want to eat first?" she ignored you "Sollie, do you want to sit on the sofa for a bit?" she walked past you "Sollie, I'm kind of tired from the flight, can I sleep first? I'll unpack my luggage later" she didn't stop
You sat on the bed, looking at Jinsoul be productive. Never seen a scene of her like this.
You laid back "I'm going to take a nap, okay?" she made eye contact with you but she didn't stop, you've had enough "Leave and lock the door after you're done. I'll call you if I need room service again"
You closed your eyes and went to sleep
After several hours, you woke up, looks like the sun has set
You went outside your room and there are no traces of Jinsoul everywhere, the luggage was empty, the door was closed and the air is cold
Tired from the flight, you decided to get delivery than cook food yourself
After the meal you went to the balcony and stared at the starry sky and the bright skyscrapers illuminating the city life
"I should call Sollie for company but I don't know if she has schedule for tomorrow" you say to yourself "Maybe just a conversation on the phone but I don't know if she's busy right now or if she's still sulking or tired of organizing my stuff earlier"
You still decided to call her
You sat on the sofa and called her
It rang for 30 seconds and a voicemail came "Jinsol unnie is washing her face right now, call later after she's done" why does this voice sound familiar?
"Oh..." You looked at your phone "Who was that?" You were confused "Probably her member"
You have nothing to do now... Just watch TV till sleepy
An hour later, you yawned. Sign of sleepiness dawned you
You walked back to the bedroom and fell face first on the bed, tired and sad, you tried to go to sleep
Next moring
*Ring ring ring*
Your phone rang
You reached for it and answered in a morning voice "Yes?"
"Hey" it's Jinsoul
You sat back up in excitement "Hey, Sollie!"
"Why'd you call last night? Did you need something?" she doesn't sound as excited as you are, maybe still sulking
"I was calling for some company last night but it's all good" you said smiling, hearing her again
"It's all good? Did you found another company last night? Who was it?" she bombarded you with questions
Confused you say, "No one, I just watched TV until I was sleepy, kind of boring actually. I thought I will be more happy going back home and not think of work for the holidays but I was wrong, probably going back abroad as soon as possible after I find new projects"
"You're leaving again?" now she sounded worried
"I have nothing to do here, I'm just lazying around, watch TV or lay in bed all day" you said
"Do you want me to go there?" she asked
"If you could, can you?" you were desperate of company
"I unfortunately can't, I'm busy right now. I can come later, if you want me to" she said
"No, it's okay. I'll just go around town myself" you said then hung up
You put your phone on the bed and started to get ready
After showering you covered yourself in a towel and walked to the bedroom, as you put on your underwear, the door bell rang
You covered yourself in towel once again and go to the door "Who's there?"
"Oh–uhmm, I'm Olivia Hye. Jinsol unnie sent me to accompany you for a while" she said
"Oh, it's her! The voice I heard from Jinsol's voicemail" you thought
"Okay? And how should I believe that?" you get an umbrella and held it tight incase this was a serial killer
"I'm her groupmate, a member? You know, our group. You even heard my voice last night, on the voicemail" Olivia Hye was in loss of words
"Not convicing enough" jokingly, you still didn't believed her
"Can at least open the door? It's freezing out here" you looked through the peep hole and there she was
Bob cut black hair, she's stomping her feet and she's wearing only a jacket and a skirt
You opened the door, she looked shocked as she sees you
"Of course you're gonna freeze, you're wearing a skirt!" you scolded her
She covered her eyes from your appearance "Please oppa put some clothes on, we just met!" Then it struck you, you were only wearing an underwear and a towel
"Oh my god! I'm sorry!!! Come in and close the door!" You say then ran to the bedroom dropping your towel when passing the living room, you can hear her laughing as soon as you closed the bedroom door
After putting clothes on, you walked out awkwardly from your room. Looking at Olivia Hye, she was on her phone sitting on the sofa
"Why are you here?" you asked her as you sit down next to her
"Didn't you call Unnie for company? She can't make it today because of her busy schedule so I'm here to fill in" she puts her phone down
"But why you? I've barely known you, only Haseul and Sooyoung are the ones that I know" you said
"You don't want me here don't you" Olivia's smile dissipated
"No, no. Oli—" you look into her eyes "I'm—I'm sorry but It's just because I don't know you" you said panicking over this girl that is sulking, her sulking suddenly reminded you of Jinsoul
"Yes! You don't know me and you don't want me here, I didn't really want to be here also!" she says as she stood up and started to leave
Shocked at what she said, you stood up too and pulled her into a hug "No. Don't leave, I'm sorry. I ju–just need somebody to be with me... I don't want to be alone" you held her tight and sobbed on her shoulder
You were crying under a tree at the park when a girl walked up to you and threw you a handkerchief. Looking at the girl, you immediately wiped your tears from your eyes. She came closer and crouched down in front of you, she smiled and you hid you face from her
"What's your name?" she asked
You didn't answer, she took the handkerchief and wiped your eyes
"Why are you crying?" she asks again
You didn't answer again
She stood up "Well, if you don't answer my questions, I'm leaving!"
She turned around
You took up the courage to stood up and hug her from the back
"No. Don't leave, I'm sorry" you muttered your first words
She broke the hug and looked at you
"Then tell me what happened" she placed her hands on her waist
"My f-friend left me... He went to play with other kids" you said while looking down, still sobbing
"You cried because of that? Boys don't cry about that" she said chuckling
"I don't like being alone" you said
"You don't have other friends?" she asked
"No" you started crying again
"Then let's be friends!" she smiled and jumped with enthusiasm
You were stunned as she hugs you back
"Let's meet again, okay?" she says
"Yeah..." you hug her back, tears of joy come spewing down your face. You smiled
*2 days later*
You've been waiting for your friend at the park of 2 hours now, waiting patiently under the tree where both of you met
"Where is she?" you talk to yourself
The sun has set and the night came, darkness came afterwards
"Where is she" you doubt that she's coming so you just stood up and went back home
On the way home, you walked past her grandma that's walking back home "Grandma!" You ran to her "Do you know where Hyeju is?"
"Oh? Didn't you know? She and her Parents just left, they were going to the city" her grandma said patting his shoulder
Shocked at the news, you started to tear up "Why did they leave?" you said
"Her dad said that he have work there" she said looking into the sky, thinking. She then looked at you "Oh no! Boy, don't cry!" She rushed to you and hugged you while patting your head
"I'm fine, grandma" you said but she didn't let go
"You're not" she said combing your hair
You can only do is cry, you fell into her arms "I don't h-have a f-friend anymore"
"You can always visit her but she's too far, will you go that far to visit a friend?" the grandma said
You wipe your tears "No! I don't need anyone! I have myself!" you ran back to your house
"Why don't you want to be alone again? What do you mean?" She asked
We sat back down on the couch "When I was a kid, Me and my family lived in a small town is the province and I had a friend there that was very close to me. They eventually left the town to go the big city of Seoul without telling me, that's when I was left alone"
"Is it a guy friend or...?" She asked
"She's a she" you said as you look down
She moved closer to you and held your hand "I know that feeling"
"You do?!" you got excited hearing that
"Yeah, but it's on reverse. I have a friend from childhood that I left because my parents want me to study in the city, I couldn't tell him immediately because we left so suddenly. I am wondering if you were him" she said
"There is a possibility but your name is not—"
I got interrupted by the door opening and Jinsol coming in "Hyeju-yah!"
"What? H-hyeju?"
"Unnie!" Olivia Hye stood up
"What are you two doing?" Jinsoul asked
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kingmaker-a · 3 months
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Lost & Found | Kim Jungeun
Non-Idol AU - Set on New Years Eve
Warnings/Tags: Minor injury (Cut on the finger/s), blood, light alcohol consumption. Reader wrestles with themselves quite a bit.
It's New Years Eve and Kim Jungeun (the girl who you've called an asshole) just posted an instagram story wearing your necklace. Great.
Wordcount: 3.7k
Genre: Fluff, Angst (Self doubt and anxiety).
A/N: Inspired partially by a conversation in Paladins group chat, with @sanccharine and @panda-writes-kpop. I'll be real, it wasn't supposed to turn out like this, but I don't hate it. Kinda miss the more delusional original idea (there wasn't an original idea, just vibes).
Anyway, belated happy new year, I hope the year treats you well and with the kindness you deserve.
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Where do you even begin? There are no boundaries to the start of a story, they just happen, after all. Yet, there's always that voice that needs it to be perfect. 
Keep it to simple facts. 
Like most stories, there's a girl. 
Kim Jungeun, her friends call her Lippie and you call her… nothing.
…Well, you’ve called her asshole. 
That is certainly no way to greet a stranger. 
But that’s skipping over too many details. 
Rewind a little bit. 
There's a girl, Kim Jungeun and your mind just frays-no that doesn't quite have enough bite-fractures into all the fragments of possibility, when it frankly shouldn't. 
And, and-
It’s hard to articulate, which is something of a constant lately. 
She was supposed to be a distraction, a cursory interest at best. At least while the girl you're actually interested in is studying abroad. 
Not that you’ve actually talked to her either. 
…You’re a mess. 
Things just have a way of getting out of control in your head space. 
It’s slow and tentative the way your hand brushes against your chest, ghosting over where a familiar pendant should be. 
A cigarette would be fucking great. 
But where were you? 
Right, right. 
Kim Jungeun, an ill begotten thorn in your side. 
Salt ridden obsidian waves bounce and dance, sprinkled with the lustre of moonlight and the fairy dust of the stars. 
Even if barely, it soothes you. 
It’s been awhile since you were last here, eyes tracing over the waves. 
The old dock at the port. 
A safe space to unwind your mind, though perhaps it was a good thing to miss this place? 
Kim Jungeun, friend of Heejin. 
Who, according to her, you shared an elective for two weeks before you switched. 
Blonde, talented and totally not your type, at all. 
Not that you actually noticed her all that much, like ships passing in the night. 
Always too focused on Heejin, the way her smile, her antics enamoured a feeling in your chest. 
Dopamine and friendship, even if you thought it could've been more at the time. 
Still, you can't help the way your brain traces over every brief gaze Jungeun had given over those long lost years. 
She disappeared one fall, moved overseas because of family or something or another. According to Heejin she had a going away party, an unnoticed event that you somehow attended. 
You remember it vaguely, almost like looking through a foggy glass. You arrived late as had become tradition, to avoid the awkward moments where Heejin would flutter off to socialise while you would nurse a drink awkwardly. 
It was hard to miss the slight sad edge to Jungeun's smile when you had arrived, Heejin nearly passed out on a sofa. 
No thoughts or words came to your mind as you wrestled her arm over your shoulder, merely a soft wave as you departed. 
Only now does the memory warp ever so slightly under the weight of your modern delusions, the need for there to be something unspoken between the two of you. 
Your tongue clicks against the roof of your mouth. 
Hell, that might not have even happened at all. 
It’s hard to truly say, not after the freight train that ran you over when she came back years later. 
Something had changed about her after her time away, or at least that's what you would like to say.
But It’s all retrospective hindsight, pieces that you can only put together because you're looking for a way to explain why she ties your chest into knots whenever you look at her. 
The problem with being a hopeless romantic is there has to be some sort of divine providence involved, some story that somehow ties it together… 
To make it perfect, like It’s a movie. 
But real life isn't like that. 
Even if you want it so god damn desperately, the nascent need to love and be loved claws and etches at the sensitive flesh of your brain. Still, it only traces a carved pattern that lays at the core of your soul. 
Much like any novel, it’s the hunger to be chosen, needed or objectified in the gaze of another.
It’s hard not to drown against it all, eyes sink against crashing, violent waves, you can practically taste the salt on your tongue. 
You're a mess, a desperate craven for a single hopeful touch. 
You can feel the way your mind drags against the murky seafloor of your own mental abyss. 
Still, it's like the snap of a chain, the tug of a haunted ghost that caresses your skin. 
A single notification. 
A taunting admission. 
An update to her Instagram story, the photo itself, a nonsensical blur as you latch on to the familiar metallic shimmer that dots her collar. 
It takes everything to pull your eyes away, crashing waves are a soft comforting comfort. Still, your teeth graze your tongue as you contemplate how you feel.
Your phone trembles in your grasp, vibrates with an anxious bounce–Wait, it’s actually ringing, you almost choke on air when you accept the call.
You can practically taste the smile that lingers on unseen lips.
“Hey, asshole.”
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Perhaps it’s the mere act of being caught off guard that culls your anxiety before it even has a chance. 
Here you are, on the steps of a kingdom unknown. The bloom of orange hallowed light is the only tell tale sign you’re in the right place.
It’s warm you note, in the comforting sort of way, like homemade soup on a particularly sick day.
Your fingers knock against her door with a soft, delicate touch. 
it’s hard not to indulge the nauseous thoughts in your brain, in the silent gaps of air. Like exposed skin in a sea of mosquitos.  
Maybe the way her lips curve into the slightest smile is its own insect repellent.
Still, it’s only the briefest peak at what lies below the surface, as it fades into the poised detachment you had grown used to.
“So you came huh?” There’s a braggadocious air to her tone, that is almost surprising to your ears. It’s hard to ignore the smirk that swells at the edge of her lip, it’s vivacious and effervescent.
Words catch on the hem of your throat, twisting, coiling and snagging against the roll of her eyes.
There’s a playfulness to the way she bites her tongue, the denouement of victory. Still there’s something to be said about the almost child-like sparkle in her eyes.
What exactly? You haven’t decided, or perhaps you can’t explain it. It radiates a warm comfort in your chest.
And perhaps that is good enough.
You can’t help the awkwardness that clings to your bones, when she gestures for you to come inside, it weighs heavy like rotting iron.
There’s a flash of something else hidden under the contortion of confusion on her face.
“Did you need a formal invitation like a vampire or something?” it’s a sharp almost biting edge, you’ve never held a real conversation with her.
But you can tell it feels unnatural, forced even.
You can't help the curiosity that itches under your skin, burns across your eyes. It’s almost enough, a distraction from that which gnaws at your bones.
 The creak of anxiety rattles through your bones, there is no easy way to jump head first into the abyss. 
If it even is the right abyss. 
Soft, svelte fingers brush against your own, coaxing you forward. 
You fall, head first into her domain. It clicks in your head, how little you know about her. 
All you have to pick apart is causal anecdotes from Heejin and the chic, almost detached persona she presents. 
You know something else swims below the surface. 
Just out of reach. 
“Beer?”
Gross. 
“Sure.”
The soft curve of a smile is a gentle reminder that she likes beer. Your eyes trace her living space as she disappears towards her kitchen. 
It’s spacious, minimalist and functional, the only evidence of an inhabitant is the barely past season Christmas tree. 
There's a joke about being eager for Christmas in January if she leaves it any longer. 
You can't help the tiny smirk that dots your lips, earning you an arched eyebrow and a cold beer. 
It’s snug and awkward against your grip,  maybe it’s just a creative analogy for you. 
Your hand struggles in vain, twisting against jagged metal teeth. They cut into your fingers with a spiked, hungry sharpness. 
Crimson paint slowly boils to the surface, at least the cut wasn't clean unlike your stupidity. 
Your hand clenches into a tight fist in an attempt to hide your mistake. 
Thankfully she’s transfixed? 
Enamoured by the tick of her clock or perhaps the weight of her own thoughts. 
That's wishful thinking. 
Still there's something equally enamouring in the way she prys the cap off her beer. There's a practised skill in the way she peels it off with her ring. 
A symbol to her fondness.
Perhaps it is those small idiosyncrasies, fruit born from passion in life that makes your chest palpate. 
Maybe it’s the way your eyes linger on her lips as she takes a swig. 
Victory burns across her lips, blooming into a satisfied exhale. It’s the soft swell of a smile that almost makes you believe beer tastes good. 
After all, how could she be wrong? 
You clear your throat, offering your bottle. 
There's a flash of recognition, exorcising any haunted whispers that dwell as she grasps the bottle. 
Her lips squish, shrinking together as her cheeks puff ever so slightly. It’s odd the way she almost squirms under your gaze before she releases an exasperated sigh. 
“My bad,” despite the almost shameful weight to her tone, her fingers are anything but. They glide and dance with familiar grace, commiting your jagged tooth assailant to the grave. 
She's cute you realise, almost needlessly so. 
It’s the tiny fragment of her embarrassment that plays at your heart like a guitar pick, you almost apologise. 
Even if fault lies with neither of you. 
Yet, there’s another flash that bounces across her eyes, burdened by worry and guilt as bottles clang onto her coffee table. 
“Shit,” her grip brushes ever so softly against the tips of your fingers, it tingles with an electricity you’ve only dreamt of feeling. 
Though, you didn't expect there to be trickling crimson rivulets. 
Do you think it conducts since it has the same source? 
She tugs at the corner of your shirt, pulling to her couch, a small little thing-barely a two seater on the best of days. 
Maybe you're just making excuses? 
You’re brought back to an earlier thought if only briefly, as she swipes through a coffee table drawer.
Functional and minimalist, what she keeps on or around her has purpose, even her ring.
Which begs the question about her-your neckl-
Sometimes life is the perfect conflux of coincidence meets happenstance, in those rare moments you will find the answers to some of your most burgeoning questions. 
Or jokes in your case. 
Because, it does in fact conduct. That's the only rational way to explain the way your brain surges, short circuiting when her tantalising lips soak crimson, pressed feverishly tight against your damaged flesh. 
It’s intoxicating, dangerously so, the way your mind lingers as your jaw slackens. Your breath hitches, catches against a heated haze as her eyes latch on to yours. 
You can barely pick out the slightest ping of worry as she searches through gaze, looking for any sign of discomfort as you feel pressure tighten against your wounded flesh. 
You swear you feel a smile burn across your fingers before you blink. 
Spongebob patterned plasters replace the soft embrace of her lips. 
Though perhaps that's another delusion to the list… 
Right? 
Wrong, it’s spelt with the claret stain burned into the sleeve of her knit sweater, dotted with the glistening cerise fleck on the edge of her lip. 
Yet, she looks at you expectantly, like nothing had transpired, as if there was only a momentary gap in conversation. 
You’re a good samaritan you realise, after all that has to be the reason why your fingers tuck under her chin-god you need to ignore how you snap together like puzzle pieces-as your thumb brushes softly against her lip. 
She practically preens against your touch, lips curving into a knowing smile. 
She’s been caught red handed, your flesh against her fangs. 
Your eyes linger against her lips, to consume her wholly and utterly to stain yourself in her colour. 
Still, there's a coyishness as her head tilts to the side, eyelashes fluttering with chic elegance. 
But is it right to take the plunge? 
Is now the moment that makes up for every missed opportunity, every life not lived, every love unhad? 
The answer is-
Your hand…
No, that’s the answer. 
Retracts, slow and hesitant. 
To indulge in this moment is to make every other lesser in Its wake, to tattoo it across your skin and into your heart. 
Could you love so permanently when you change with the tide? 
Her smile tightens, soft and friendly. 
Perhaps that's all it ever was. 
She pulls aways, grabbing her beer and… You follow suit, nursing it between your lips. 
It tastes better than you thought, though anything is better than drowning in the awkward silence that slowly fills the room. 
It’s odd to notice how truly quiet it is in the dead of night, it’s worse to hate such a monument to peace. 
You try to find idle work tracing her living space, to find anything of note or interest. 
But, you have no such luck as your eyes eventually settle on her clock. 
11:50
Maybe that's why she always stares at it? What the fuck else are you supposed to look at? 
After all, you can't bring yourself to even dare look her way. 
She keeps everything for a reas-
“Why do you have my necklace?”
She scoffs, it’s sudden, violent and abrasive. You can hear the way her fingers tick away at her beer bottle before she takes a deep breath. 
It’s practically thrown at her coffee table. 
She turns to you, full body and all. Her eyebrows draw tight together like the wound string of a bow. 
Whatever confidence she has dissipates slowly as her knees slowly tuck towards her chest. 
If the air wasn't heavy with melancholic seriousness, you would've made a joke about her sitting like that one anime character. 
Her features scrunch ever so slightly for the briefest of moments as she practically shrinks behind her knees. 
“Are you sure you wanna know?”
The question is redundant isn’t it? You wouldn't have asked otherwise. 
“Yeah.”
You swear you catch the briefest flicker of a temper tantrum bounce across her face before she sighs. 
Part of you can't help but want to entertain the idea. 
She probably screams like a pterodactyl. 
It’s a weird sort of honour, to be in her presence as her chic edge is peeled away by the skin of your teeth.
It’s nice. 
“Wel-” her eyebrows twitch latched on the hook of something else, a flash of annoyance blooms across her face. “Why'd you give it to her?”
Why did you give her your necklace? A matter of circumstance? Of love unabated? 
Actually, “why does it matter?”
She seethes under her calculated exterior, you can taste the brimming smoke, choking and noxious as she rolls her eyes, her gaze shifting away from you. 
The thin layer of silence does nothing to hide her muttering. 
“Man, you really are an asshole.”
It’s the small hitch of a raised breath, the kind that blends against the slight exhale of receiving a meme. 
You can't help the slight smile that twitches across your lips, the closest thing to an inside joke. 
Her eyes return to you, poised like a sharpened dagger. 
Cold indifference, a biting edge ready to strike, deadly and true. 
You can practically feel the slice of her remark. 
Except she falters, caught on the smile that blisters across her lips, soft and tentative. 
You know it would clasp perfectly against your own. 
Her nose scrunches ever so slightly, cheeks swelling on a held breath before she releases a sigh. 
Her hand darts to yours, there's a shakiness you can't see, but feel as her touch trembles against yours. 
“Do you like her?”
It’s like being dumped into the arctic, your mind collapses against the sobriety of it all. 
Do you? Your chest sinks with a held weight, threatening to suffocate every last thought and breath. 
“I don't know-”
Her head cocks to the side, eyes tracing your features with a delicate touch. 
There's nothing romantic about the way she looks at you, just a soft, caring warmth. She hangs on to every microcosm of you as if each moment is its own answer. 
Even as her hand trembles against yours, bouncing with an anxious quiver, there is no pressure. 
No rush. 
Just patience. 
You’re lying, lying through your teeth, scared to be the one wolf amongst a world of sheep. 
“I did-”
You’re a paradox in a world of certainty, always in a state of fluctuation. 
“-maybe once upon a time.”
She offers a soft nod, grip tightening against yours, it trembles with every tick of her clock. 
Her lips purse, bubbling with a tepid question. 
“And you never made a move– told her even?”
Of course not-
You take a deep, almost shaky breath. It's cut across the jagged rocks of your own disdain. 
She wouldn't understand you put the hopeless in hopeless romantic, too caught up in the whirlwind of novelty and what-ifs.
Not what could be. 
“What's the point?” You can't help the way it comes out, sodden, soaked, dripping with resignation. 
It’s the kind of thought that's better left unsaid, usually left unsaid. 
She frowns, lips scrunching once again as she pouts and you realise there's something about her that makes you honest. 
Well and truly. 
Perhaps there is a kind of honesty that can only be learnt in the company of a stranger. 
After all, when you're splitting hairs, how much do you actually know about Kim Jungeun?
Her eyebrow quirks forward, “because you liked her?”
There's a certain punchiness, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. 
Like the blue hue of the sky. 
“Liked, being the keyword Lippie.”
You swear you catch the slightest hitch of her breath against the rough edge of her nickname, an attempt at annoyed levity. 
Still, she offers you the slightest tilt of a smile, the smallest peak at perfect porcelain, it’s an almost indignant, so?
As if you had mentioned, sometimes the sky is a muddy grey because of the clouds. 
Except perhaps it would be better if the analogy was swapp-
It slams like a fist to the gut, her soft smile. 
“You know you think too much for someone who is criminally stupid.”
All you can offer is an incredulous huff as you double over (emotionally of course).
“Asshole.”
She rolls her eyes, her smile blooming with an annoying smugness. 
Her hand retracts, finding purchase on her beer bottle. 
A victory lap of hers. 
“Love people while you do, when you can.” Her eyes go glassy, shining with a melancholic wistfulness before she shrugs. 
She takes a sip of her beer, eyebrows knotting together with a sudden thought. 
It’s soft the way her eyes trace you, hesitant as she places her beer back. 
“Sometimes the act of loving someone, makes you love them more,” she clears her throat, eyes shifting under your continued gaze. “But, uh-”
She takes a deep breath, “live in the moment, not your head?”
You never know what could happen, perhaps something to do in the new year, a thought that hangs on your brain as your eyes linger on her clock. 
11:59
Live in the moment. 
“...So why do you have my necklace?”
She instantly shrinks, as if your words were a hammer in a game of whack-a-mole. Her eyebrows crease, her nose scrunches and her lips purse as she squirms under your gaze. 
Throughout it all, she finds a sudden interest in her plain, boring floor. 
Her cheeks swell ever so slightly, an embarrassed smile teases her lips under the sudden stress. 
She’s probably surprised you remembered the question.
Or she forgot herself. 
It’s cute, it really is. The way she forgets herself, the practised chic persona lays fractured, broken at the base of it all. 
What you would give to be a Bluetoothed pair of idiots. 
She tugs at her knit sweater, pulling it over head as you catch a muffled pterodactyl scream. 
Maybe you're just projecting on the pterodactyl part. 
She plucks at the fragments, tries to assemble some facsimile. 
But it’s redundant, redundant when the slightest pigment of scarlet, rosy pink dusts her cheeks, redundant when eyes remain glued to the floor even as they shift your way. 
Her words are small, tiny as if she were speaking gnomish. 
“...It makes me feel happy, when I wear it.”
That answers everything and nothing at the same t- 
She looks at you expectantly, a soft timid glassiness lingers in her eyes. 
Her eyes snap to her clock, muffled fireworks echo through the night sky. 
A frown lines her lips. 
“Happy new ye-”
Her words are muffled, halted by the painterly brush of your lips. Her smile echoes across her lips and you can taste the smugness. 
It’s eye rolling. 
Her fingers tangle through your hair as she pulls you deeper into free fall and fall you both do. 
You can't help the reluctance that echoes through your bones and across your lips as she pulls away. 
A smirk peeks through her supple lips, an annoying comment no doubt. 
Instead you’re surprised by an admission. 
“Do you know how long I’ve waited for this, for tha-”
You pull her into another kiss, brief and chaste. 
Even, enamoured in your touch and out of breath as you pull away, her eyes narrow. Something was amiss. 
You can't help your own devilish grin, “all year?”
She scoffs, the kind of reluctant but annoyed huff you expected as she rolls her eyes. 
“God, you really are an asshole.”
Still, there's an unequivocal softness to the way she says it, you can taste the burn of her annoyed smile as she drags you into another kiss. 
At least you found your necklace you guess? 
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luvvhyeju · 10 months
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𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐘𝐘𝐗𝐘 + 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒
warnings: fem!reader, men dni pls, hyeju's implies that she's taller than reader, nothing else just fluff :)
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sooyoung ; oh, she's rude. she likes to lean over you, one hand against the wall beside your head, the other resting on your waist - she just thinks you look so cute when you get all flustered for her <3 she's the type to enjoy making you blush and not let you look away from her; she'll move her hand to cup your chin between her thumb and forefinger, giving you that heart-stopping smile while she asks you if she's making you anxious. and she'll only lean in when you explicitly ask her too <3
jiwoo ; jiwoo's kisses are spontaneous. her kisses are like warm spots of sunlight on a cloudy day, as in they seemingly come out of nowhere and warm you right up. she's the type to grab your chin, pulling you to face her so she can plant sweet kisses all over face before pressing one to your lips, her soft giggling making it hard to reciprocate <3 and she's definitely the type to hold your face in her hands and just look at you before kissing you, her gaze so reverent like she can't believe she has you.
chaewon ; her kisses are shy :( she likes to pretend that she hates your kisses and affection in general, but her face always flushes when you pull her in, hands cupping her face, pressing sweet kisses on her lips. and when you pull away, she'd try to act like she doesn't like it, wiping a hand at her mouth and fake gagging, but she'll always tug you back in when you start to pull away.
hyeju ; hyeju's shy, but only really in public. she likes when you lean in to give her kisses, pressing your lips against her pouty ones, grabbing onto her shoulders to help you reach them, laughing when you see the blush that covers her features. but she'd definitely hold you a little closer the rest of the day, keeping an arm around your waist or shoulders at every given moment. she gets less shy when you're alone. she's the type to pull you to her lap, keeping her hands on your waist while she presses deep, bruising kisses to your lips, laughing to herself at how kiss-swollen they get when she pulls away. definitely the type to run her thumb along your bottom lip omg <3
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triple-7-heaven · 2 years
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Kill Switch III
part 1 part 2 interlude a/n: clarity; the good ending. or is it the end? reader insert and jungeun finally really get to know each other, but what comes next? btw, thank you so much for 500 followers, that's insane! pairing: male reader x kim lip; words: 4.5k ; categories: loona, kim lip, heejin, fluff, smut, angst, reader insert, motorcycle romance(lol)(?)
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Sunday morning. Heejin shifted in your arms and woke you around ten in the morning. You brushed the hair from your forehead, stuck there by sweat. Jeez, she’s a furnace… The skin of her stomach was soft under your fingers as you ran them over her toned abs. She scooted back to press herself against you, and you smiled a little when she reached a hand back to scratch your head. A small guilt gnawed at you. 
Why am I in bed with this girl if I want to be with another? Doesn’t make sense…
But the guilt wholly disappeared when that image of Jungeun flashed in your head again.
Why should I care? She doesn’t want me anyway. She’s got a boyfriend already.
“Good morning, Miss Just a Hookup,” you said. 
“Good morning,” she laughed. “Sleep okay?” 
“Sweaty, but yes,” you answered. She rolled over to face you. Her hand wandered your chest meekly and yours rested on her waist. “Can I ask your opinion on something?”
“Sure,” she said. You stood and grabbed the note from the basket Jungeun had left. When you came back to your room, Heejin was sitting up lazily putting her bra on and checking her phone; you sat on the bed and fidgeted with the note. 
“Alright, so… There’s a girl,” you said. Heejin giggled in her sexy deep voice.
“Of course. That’s why I’m here,” she said. The way her eyes smiled when she laughed played on your heartstrings. 
“I met her while riding, lost track of her for a month and fantasized about her the entire time, then finally found her again, right?” you said.
“Uh, right. That’s sort of TV, huh?” she said with a quizzical expression. You nodded.
“Last week, she sort of ghosted me. I went out on Friday, and spotted her with another guy. Then she texted me really late that night and apologized for not answering,” you said. 
“Are they together?”
“I’m not sure.” Heejin leaned forward with a thoughtful expression. 
“Keep going.” 
“Sure. So last night when you and I were, uh, hanging out, the knock on the door… That was her,” you said. Her eyes widened. “I’d told her I wasn’t doing so well, and… She left a basket of snacks there with this note.” You handed it to her and she read it quickly. She leaned back and looked thoughtfully out the window. 
“Did they look like they were together? She and the guy,” she said. 
“They looked drunk; his hand was on her waist, though,” you said. Your heart burned.
“Probably just keeping track of her. There’s no way she’s with this guy if she’s doing something like this for you,” she said. “I mean, the thought, the heart by the name, ‘we should go out soon,’ these are all good signs, I think.”
Heejin gave you her number and headed out after getting dressed. You hugged her tight and thanked her for spending the night; the both of you agreed to remain good friends, benefits or not. What to do next..? You had to think of a plan. Build suspense. You’d text her to hang out, but not today, not tomorrow… Next week. 
[12:29]
chickenstripper97: hey, want to hang out? 
Jungeun answered within the minute. 
jungeuniiie: yes! what should we do?
chickenstripper97: it’s a surprise~ meet me at the cafe this friday at 5
jungeuniiie: of course! ♡
 Okay, perfect. The stage was set. But what would you do when the curtains rose? Would you be honest with Jungeun? Tell her how you were feeling and what you wanted? Would you ask her to be honest, too? Would you panic and bury your questions and your feelings and relegate yourself to playing a side character in her life? You wouldn't know until Friday night. And Friday night came.
The mirror saw about a million outfits that evening before you headed out. Everything had to be perfect. You brushed your hair diligently, and dressed yourself over and over until you remembered you could just ask Heejin what she thought.
[15:25]
chickenstripper97: [image]
chickenstripper97: for tonight?
bunnybabe: very fuckable :-P
That's got to be good enough. One more time, you fixed yourself up in the mirror, then took a few deep breaths and headed downstairs. It felt like you were wading through molasses. The world was in slow motion. Your hands trembled slightly. Traffic was awful, but per usual, it didn't matter. You cruised around the standstills and got to the café quickly. But even fifteen minutes early... Jungeun was waiting there already. Her cheeks reddened.
"Why are you so early?" she asked while you parked next to her.
"Why are you so early? How long have you even been here?" you joked.
"Like, ten minutes?"
"So you were almost half an hour early?"
"I... Yeah. I missed you, I think," she mumbled.
"You missed me?" you said incredulously.
"Yeah yeah, go ahead and laugh. Been looking forward to this all week," she said. The red of her face darkened. You laughed and took a moment to look her up and down. She was more beautiful right in front of you than your memory could ever paint her to be. Her hair was different; pink, now. That gleaming skin, perfectly blown out and shiny hair, dainty metal chains around her neck, rings on several fingers.
Jungeun had thoughtfully selected everything about her appearance today. If you'd been in her room one or two hours prior, you'd have seen her rushing around trying to get ready. Clothes were strewn all over the floor, the bathroom was a mess, and the window was wide open. She, like you, went through outfit after outfit, trying to imagine how she'd look to you.
Does he like low-cut? Or should I be more conservative? Would he like it if I wore boots, or sneakers? I wonder if he prefers natural makeup or more artistic makeup. Dammit, I don't know…
Despite Jungeun's incessant worrying about her outfit, hair, and makeup, you loved the way she looked tonight. Over and over, she caught you with your gaze lingering on various parts of her. Thankfully for you, she didn’t speak; just blushed and smiled to herself. You flicked your visor back down.
“I like your new hair,” you said shyly. The visor did well to hide your own blush.
“O-oh, really? Just wanted a little change, I guess,” she replied.
“C’mon. Want to take you somewhere. About 20 minutes,” you said. She slipped her helmet on and your speakers dinged to tell you she’d hopped on comms.
“I’d say race me, but I don’t know where we’re going. You should tell me so I can beat you there,” she said. 
“Absolutely not.” You started off and Jungeun followed. A quick glance at your phone; almost there. There were only a few moments left for you to think of what you’d say. But you didn’t think of much. Prepared statements and scripted dialogues never went well, and they definitely never told you what you really needed to hear. After parking you walked her to the elevator of the cinema complex and stepped in with a couple other people. It was a tight fit, and Jungeun ended up clinging to your arm, leaning her head on your shoulder a bit. Weird.
“A movie?” she asked and shook your arm a little.
“Not this time,” you said with a soft smile. The others got off on the third floor, but you nodded to her to stay put; you were headed for the roof. Despite there now being room for her to stand apart from you, she held on. Weirder. The elevator doors opened at the top floor, and Jungeun let out a small gasp. The cafe unfolded before you beautifully in the low light of the setting sun. Countless decorated garden boxes filled up with roses weaved between tables and chairs, couples milled about and cafe staff tended to them. Soft sounds of traffic, voices, and music weaved into a perfect ambience for you to feel at ease. The grip of small hands on your arm never lessened as you walked to a table and pulled out a chair for your clingy company.
“What do you think you want?” you asked. She quickly scanned the menu and gave you her request, so you walked to the counter and ordered for the both of you. Just a few moments and you grabbed your order, heading back to the table. Jungeun was taking photos of the view, the flowers, and herself. You looked down and smiled, then sat with her and watched her eagerly start drinking her coffee. 
“Where to start, huh?” you said. 
“I haven’t really thought about it,” she said. “Oh, have you been feeling any better? I know you said you weren’t doing super good.”
“Honestly, yes. You might’ve had something to do with it,” you said and sipped your coffee. She giggled. God, it was so cute.
“I wish I could’ve caught you when you were home,” she said. “I kind of wanted to cook you dinner.” 
“That’s so sweet, Jungeun… Damn, I wish I was home, too,” you said. Inside, you were racked with guilt, but outside, nothing showed through. Her hand crept onto yours on the table in the moments of silence after you spoke.
“Did you… Happen to go out last Friday night?” she asked quietly. Out of the blue… Her gaze was directed at the skyline, and she refused to look at you. You glanced at her, and nodded slowly. 
“Yeah. Just for a little. Why do you ask?” You spoke slowly. What was her game here? 
“I..” she trailed off. All of a sudden, a tear or two streamed down her cheeks. Surprise overtook you and you brought Jungeun into your embrace. She placed her hands on your chest and you placed one of yours on the back of her head; you felt her shaky breaths against your neck. Even more quietly, she spoke.
“I think you might have seen something. Last Friday, I mean. I hope you didn’t, but I think you did, and I want you to try to just forget it. Whatever you saw, just… Erase it from your memory. It wasn’t… It wasn’t what it looked like,” she rambled. 
“Wait, what? You mean-”
“The guy. The guy I was with. He’s a friend of a friend and I don’t like him. I don’t want anything to do with him but he always just… Gets in my personal space. I’m sorry you had to see it. It didn’t mean anything. It doesn’t mean anything,” she finished. A deep sigh left your chest. The orange light was fading as the sun slipped away for the night. For a while, you just breathed with her. Her fingers traced circles on your chest while you thought about everything that had unfolded.
Should I feel guilty? Why do I feel like I’ve cheated on her? Is what I did with Heejin fucked up? 
Your final conclusion was that it wasn’t wrong. You couldn’t have known… And you didn’t belong to Jungeun. Not yet. A few stars came into view through the city’s strong light. You glanced down at her.
“Can I take you home?” you asked. 
“To yours?” 
“Yeah.”
“Of course,” she said. She sat up and placed her hand on your cheek for a moment. You leaned into her touch and closed your eyes. A quick kiss on your cheek snapped your eyes open, but she was already standing. The two of you headed down and hopped on your bikes to go to your place. This time, Jungeun knew where she was going, to your detriment. Her engine screamed and she left you behind, but you were expecting it. Inertia tugged at you while you sped up more and more to overtake her, and pulled hard on the curve. You loved the way it felt, your body forced to the side as you held on and pushed forward, and a split-second glance in your mirror showed you that you were still winning. The final right turn, your garage was in sight. And of course, movement to your left side as Jungeun overtook you last-minute to stop abruptly in front of your garage door. You coasted to a stop next to her and shook your head.
“Can’t just let me have one?” you said.
“Nope,” she said cutely. Bikes safely stashed, you headed up to your apartment. As soon as the elevator doors shut, Jungeun pushed you into the wall and kissed you. Surprising force came from her, and she kept you pinned for several seconds while her lips worked against yours. You took hold of her waist, and noted that you could feel each and every rib with your fingers if you dug them in a bit. Your thumbs rubbed circles into her hip bones and squeezed the plentiful muscle and soft flesh of her thighs. It was like you were tenderizing her for the meal you’d have later, and she slipped her tongue into your mouth while you worked her over with your hands until the elevator dinged. Quickly you detached from one another, just in time to bow to your neighbor, who was waiting for the elevator. Slipping past him you urgently hurried to your apartment and got inside. As soon as the door shut, Jungeun placed her hand in the center of your chest. 
“Is this what you want? Or… Am I moving too fast?” she said.
“Yes, and yes. Let me take the lead, Jungie,” you said. You led her to your bedroom, holding her hand, and she sat at the end of your bed. You shrugged your jacket off and hung it on the hook near the door. She watched earnestly while you unlaced your boots and stepped out of them before finally approaching her and unzipping her own jacket ever so slowly. You hung it up next to yours, then kneeled in front of Jungeun. Your hands ran from her hips all the way down to her boots, and started unlacing them. After they were pulled off, you began planting kisses along her clothed calves, all the way up, kissing her inner thighs, one side then the other. Her breaths were punctuated with sighs of pleasure, and her fingers combed through your hair to the back of your head where they rested. She pulled you towards her and kissed your neck, then your jaw, then your lips. Her tongue dripped with sweetness when it entered your mouth. The ethereal feeling of your tongues moving against each other continued for several moments as the kiss grew sloppy, open-mouthed, desperate; your hands grabbed at each others’ clothing, and you took her hands to stand her up. 
“Can I?” you whispered with your fingers in the waistline of her jeans, and she nodded. You unbuttoned and unzipped them swiftly, and she held onto your shoulders while you pushed them down. She stepped out of them and sat back down for you to give her legs more attention. Again, you kissed her calves and her thighs, now able to taste her skin and feel her warmth. Your hands, too, felt the warmth of her thighs, growing more and more as she became more aroused by the drawn-out foreplay. In a brave move, you placed a kiss on her thigh directly adjacent to the line of her panties. She took a sharp breath in and her fingers tightened in your hair, urging your head forward. Your slow tactics were paying off. You met the bottom hem of her shirt with your hands, then slipped them underneath to touch her bare waist. Immediately she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the side haphazardly. It was difficult to hide your smirk; she was falling right into it perfectly. You let your hands slowly slide up over her stomach and tease the bottom of her bra, all the while continuing to kiss and lick her thighs. Her chest rose and fell, taking your hands with it, and her breaths quickened when you neared her core once again. 
“Please…” she whimpered. 
“Be patient. I was.” 
“Can I… Take yours off, too?” she asked whilst tugging at your shirt. You leaned back and she whined when your hands left her body, but she was happy again when your shirt came off and she could drag her eyes and hands over your torso. Perfectly shaped nails gently scratched from your abdomen up to your chest and shoulders, and Jungeun stared, mouth slightly open. Your gaze moved up to meet hers and she tried to kiss you again, but you stopped her with a hand on her shoulder, and tapped her hips to ask for permission to go further. Immediately she lifted herself up and slipped her panties to her knees. You finished the job of pulling them off, then parted her legs. Rough hands over smooth skin, and your prize was finally right in front of you. Jungeun was positively dripping for you, legs quivering, breaths short and quick. But you still couldn’t rush it. You massaged her hips and made your way up her thighs one last time before lightly licking her all the way from the bottom of her slit to her clitoris. The taste between her legs was even better than the taste of her tongue. You stuck your thumb in your mouth to wet it and then placed your hand on her thigh, beginning to massage her clit in gentle circles. Your tongue explored her folds and dipped into her hole, and you lapped up her nectar as much as you could to gulp it down. 
“God, fuck… Holy shit,” Jungeun stuttered. 
“You can let it out, you know. You can be loud for me, baby,” you said. “You taste so fucking good.” 
“You’re… Even better than I imagined,” she moaned.
“Imagined? Been thinking about this moment?” you teased. 
“Yes. A thousand times yes.”
“In your fantasies… How did I touch you?” you asked. 
“Mm… Here,” she said. Her trembling hand took hold of yours and brought it to her mouth. She took two of your fingers deeply into her mouth, then moved them down to her slit and encouraged you to push them inside. 
“Oh fuck,” she groaned. The slick, velvet walls gripped your fingers hard, and you curled them slightly in a slow rhythm to massage her from the inside. 
“What else?” you asked. You noticed your cock was beginning to leak in your boxers. 
“Ungh…” she wordlessly grabbed your hair and used it as a handle to move your mouth to her clit. You took the hint, and swirled your tongue around it. The combined stimulation of your tongue around her clit, the vacuum seal your mouth formed over top of it, and the rhythmic strokes of your fingers inside of her quickly proved to be too much. 
“Holy f-” she managed to get a word and a half out before throwing her head back and moaning without restraint. Her thighs squeezed against your shoulders and shook so hard you were afraid they’d spasm, she tightened around your fingers and a small rush of slick seeped out around them, and her grip on your hair threatened to yank it out. But you weren’t pleased with one orgasm for Jungeun; not tonight. Suction increased on her clit, fingers sped up their pace, hitting the perfect spot, and Jungeun stuttered even more. 
“W-wait, ah, fuck, it’s so much, oppa wait, fuck!” she nearly screamed. Her nails moved from your scalp, thankfully, to your back, where they dug in hard as she doubled over and came again, albeit weaker the second time. Slowly, you withdrew your fingers from her, and using your tongue, you cleaned up as much of her wetness as you could. You took her into your arms bridal style and stood up with her, laying her on the bed with her head on the pillows, then lay next to her and snaked your arms around her waist. She was radiating heat and still quivering. You placed kisses on her neck and along the ridge of her shoulder.
“Rest for a little,” you said. 
“Only a little,” she replied. “I want you to feel good, too.” 
“Don’t worry about me,” you said. You traced her silhouette delicately with your fingers. Trailing your middle two fingers from her rounded shoulder down her arm, moving them to her ribcage and following the curves of her waist, hip, and thigh, you gently squeezed her leg to finish it off. She turned over to face you, and kissed your cheek. Her hand met your chest again and she squeezed your pec, played with your nipple, then moved to your waist and stomach, nails raising goosebumps on your skin. Finally, she curiously toyed with the waist of your pants, and looked into your eyes devilishly. 
“Go for it,” you said. She carefully unbuttoned and unzipped your pants, and you stood briefly to take them off. Before you could lie back down, Jungeun had moved to the edge of the bed and begun stroking you over your boxers. It seemed like she recovered pretty fast. Hot breath overtop of your cock was the last straw and you pulled your boxers down yourself, causing the girl beneath you to gasp and instantly grab your shaft. 
“Shit, I…” she trailed off. 
“You alright?” you choked out; her strong fingers worked you up and down as you spoke. 
“Just… Yeah, nothing,” she said. 
“J-Jungeun-” your sentence was cut short when she took your head into her mouth. The warmth and wetness of her tongue was euphoric already. She hollowed out her cheeks and moved down. Your fingers combed through her hair to the back of her head where they rested while you groaned and rocked forward. Her nose hit your stomach and she gagged before coming off your dick with a slurp and then rubbing her spit over your whole shaft. 
“Are you sure you’re alright?” you asked. Your thumb gently stroked her cheek. 
“I haven’t done this a lot,” she said. “And it’s been a while, so… I guess I’m just nervous. And… I dunno. You’re kind of intimidating.”
“Me?” 
“You know what I mean.” You turned your head to the side a bit and gave a confused expression. She stuck her tongue out and grinded your cockhead against it, never breaking eye contact. “This. Is intimidating.”
“We don’t have to,” you said. 
“I want to.” 
“Lie back, then,” you said lowly, tone sultry, chest tingling with excitement. The sheets bunched up under her hands as she moved back and lay her head on your pillows. Her freshly pink hair fell around her to frame her face beautifully; she almost looked too beautiful to be ravaged. Clean linen. Musky cologne. Sweet perfume. Arousal. The air was thick but your hands sliced through it well to palm her thighs and part them widely. Already a small spot of slick had formed on the sheets beneath her. Softly you ran a finger over her dripping slit and toyed with her clit for a moment, then dipped your fingers inside of her. Jungeun’s hands reached for your thighs, trying to pull you towards her, but you wanted to take your time. 
Jungeun’s pale stomach and chest, laid out before you like an expensive meal, were ripe for kisses and touches, so you dug in. Beginning just below her belly button, you kissed your way up the centerline of her body, over her sternum, up to her neck, relishing the softness of her skin on your lips. Your fingers found her left nipple as your mouth found the right. She whined underneath you, squirming at the sudden pleasure layered on top of her endless anticipation. You licked her petite breasts all over and goosebumps rose in your path as the saliva dried. She managed to wriggle close enough to you that your cock rested against her soaked cunt. 
“Come on…” she pleaded. You relented. Your hand wrapped around the base of your shaft and you lined yourself up with her entrance. After nearly two months of hoping, pining, longing, misunderstanding, pain, and relief, you slowly sank into Jungeun’s scorching heat. All at once, all of your nerves were lit on fire. The noise that came out of her mouth was unlike anything you’d ever heard, she was rubbing her clit, grinding forward against your shaft, and gripping your thigh tightly; her eyes were squinted shut and eyebrows upturned. Her body accommodated your length well, and you were easily able to bury yourself inside of her. With your hips motionless, Jungeun essentially cockwarming you as you stayed deep within her, you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around the back of her neck and buried your face in the curve of it; you felt her legs wrap around your waist. Now, with your bodies pressed up against each other, you started to thrust into her. Jungeun sighed every time you pounded into her, which you did with all your strength. Your bodies were completely intertwined, skin plastered together with sweat as you both exerted yourselves together. 
Jungeun moved her hands over her head. You leaned up and pinned her down by her wrists as you continued to fuck her, slowly, but hard. Pure ecstasy coursed through your body. She was perfectly tight; enough to really stroke and massage your cock, but not so much that you worried for her comfort. You let go of her hands to push your hair back as it had fallen over your eyes, and she took the opportunity to run her hands up your body and play with your nipples while you fucked her. The sudden pleasure caused you to grunt, and then to move your hips faster. 
“God dammit, Jungeun,” you sighed. 
“Am I- Ugh! Am I everything you imagined, too?” she spoke, strained and punctuated by thrusts.
“So much fucking better,” you said, and honestly so. There was no reality in which you could’ve predicted how hot she’d be underneath her clothes, as much as you tried in your daydreams. She moved your hands to her small waist, and you pinned her to the bed firmly. 
“You���ve got me close,” you hissed. Your strokes became quicker, grip became harder, sweat ran further down your back.  
“Cum, then. What are you waiting for?” Jungeun teased. A final deep plunge into her heat finished you off, and rope after rope of cum fired off deep inside of her. She tightened and shuddered weakly, closing her eyes, and you figured the warmth caused her to finish for her third and final time tonight. After pulling out you fell dead into the mattress. With a small giggle, Jungeun appeared next to you, and tucked your hair behind your ear. 
“Worth the wait?” she asked.
“So worth it…” 
“Can I stay tonight?” 
“Of course.” You configured yourself to lie on your pillows and pulled a sheet over the both of you. You reached over to make sure your phone was plugged in, then closed your eyes. Jungeun’s stayed open long enough to catch what was on your screen.
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What a specific user… She was tired enough to let it lie until the morning, though. She nuzzled further into your touch and let herself fall asleep against your chest.
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gaypeople4itzy · 1 year
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Finding your way
With Loona's Olivia Hye
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warnings : little makeout session !!
Wordcount : 1,5k
Probably my favorite work of fluffcember yet !! I think it’s pretty good🤭 I hope you'll enjoy <3
Walking around the streets of a town you didn’t know well enough; you tried your hardest to not let yourself get caught up in stress. You were most definitely lost, and of course, you knew you were, but you were desperately enough trying to convince yourself to hang on a little bit of hope, maybe you’d be able to find your way out after all? One of your closest friends had been away for a few months now, studying abroad in the well-known university around here. As they had left your friend group, you all promised yourself to see each other as soon as it was possible, being apart for too long would just not be acceptable  Although you both had been busy, schedule filled with homework and projects to finish, you always managed to find time to message each other. And it’s on one late night that they offered you something, the opportunity to come see them and stay for about a week Holidays were right around the corner, and you had talked with your professors, they were okay with letting you miss classes as long as you’d submit the work due on time or in advance And so you did, you worked hard and rushed your studies so you could be here today, in an unknown town (at least to you), trying to figure your way to your friend’s house They were supposed to come pick you up at the airport, though right before your flight, they declared having an emergency to deal with. They apologized and promised to make it up to you, as well as giving you their home address, telling you where the key was located so you could get in within no time With a smile you got out of the airport after a few hours in the sky. You hadn’t brought much stuff, a backpack seemed enough, and knowing you were going to take quite a while to reach your friend’s place, you were very grateful to not have taken many things with you It was the end of the afternoon, the sun was still warm as the wind made your hair dance. You thought finding a taxi would be your best and fastest option, as it would mean you wouldn’t have to worry about directions because the driver would do it for you
However, you started thinking that plan was going to backfire as you were walking around for a long hour and had yet to find any apparent taxi. You had tried to check online too, but since you were in another country, you didn’t have connection, and so you couldn’t find anything. That also meant you didn’t have access to any gps of some sort, which upset you
And now, you were officially lost. You didn’t know where to go as you head down a street, figuring you’d find a spot to sit down somewhere and collect your thoughts. The sky was a bright orange as the evening had begun, you were surely not down to spend the night freezing here
Looking everywhere, searching for the sight of a comforting coffee place or a bench but you couldn’t find anything. Trembling a little, you wondered what the hell were you supposed to do?
Trying to stay steady, you continued walking at a fast pace. You felt tired and your legs were sore as the airport seemed to be so far away. You mentally cursed yourself for not booking a ride in advance, you should’ve thought of it
You suddenly felt yourself lose feet, the paths were icy and you weren’t wearing the best winter suit : sneakers, jeans and a pretty sweater, you hadn’t expected to be walking around for that long. Luckily enough, you felt something, or someone, catch you before your face could approach the ground
Standing back up, you looked at the stranger that had just saved you. It was a girl, and strangely enough, she still had her hands on you. Thanking her with your brightest smile, you let go of her grip as you wished her to have a good day before turning around, not wanting to embarrass yourself any longer
Feeling something warm on your hand, you heard her asking you to wait. Looking back at her, you were met with the most beautiful face you had ever stumbled across. Her black hair floating slightly by the wind that had gotten colder, she offered you a shy smile. You greeted her and swore you could feel your face heat up a little
“May I ask for your name pretty?” she asked you, seemingly confident
You responded cheerfully, asking her the same question
Hyeju was her name, it suited her. Despite having a part of you wanting to get out of here the fastest you could, another one desperately wanted to get to know her better. There was something going on, you couldn’t figure out what it was. You were just, attracted? She was so... hot? You didn’t know what was restraining you from offering her your number right here and then
“That’s such a pretty name”, you smiled at her timidly.
“And you’re such a pretty being” She grinned, “Be careful, the streets are pretty slippery around here” She said, approaching you, “don’t want to have that beautiful face hurt” 
A hand on your cheek, inches away from you, you could feel your heart burst out of your chest. You blushed at the sight of her, so close from you
“I’ll try”, you said, followed by silence
“You’re somehow making me nervous” you admitted, looking away for a split second, maybe in hope to hide your lack of confidence, or looking for the courage you needed to lean forward and press your lips on hers
“That’s good to know”, something about her grin was so, cocky
She then spoke again
“Do you mind if I ?” and you nodded, not wanting to waste a single second of that moment
She kissed you first, and you felt an eruption inside of you, butterflies overtaking your stomach as her firm hands held your hips, pulling you in for a deeper kiss. Not taking her lips off yours, you both continued messing around
Your legs weakening at her touch, you felt her look at you with a spark in the eye, and a glimpse of lust in there as well. She seemed pretty proud of herself for that one.
You both made out for a little while, your back now pressed against the walls of a certain building. Your hands were freezing, but your whole body couldn’t pull itself away, there was something that maintained you both together
Finally letting go of her as you needed to breathe a little, you saw her stare at you, like she was planning her next move. Looking at her with the cutest look you could’ve ever done, you felt yourself pulled in right again
It was such a new sensation, and you could not have felt better. Hyeju was passionate, she seemed like she wanted to make this the most memorable moment for you, and quite honestly, you were sure to not forget about this anytime soon
Your little session ended after you both needed to get your breaths to be steady. Giggling and smiling at the other, she wrapped her arms around you
“Didn’t know I’d find my future lover that way” she told you jokingly, pecking you again
You smiled “I’m surprised myself, I was just trying to find my way somewhere, I was lost actually, but instead, I got myself trapped” 
“Sorry pretty, couldn’t help but lean in when I saw you. You’re so angelic, you know that? Makes me want to kiss you all over again, to treat you good”
You blushed at her words, how come a perfect stranger could have such an effect on you ??
“But you said you were lost hm ? Maybe I could help you ? And I’d get to spend time in your company, win win isn’t it ?” she told you, and you agreed
Telling her the address you were looking for, she asked you about your friend. Turns out they had been taking a few classes in the same program together, and that she knew where they lived
Walking you there, she held your hands the whole time, saying she couldn’t let you be cold, and also because she didn’t want to take her hands off you. You arrived in no time and felt a little disappointed at the thought of letting her go just now
“What’s with that look ?” 
“I’m missing you already” you answered
And she replied with crashing her lips on yours, another time. Her tongue in your mouth, you felt incredibly nervous, how come she could make you feel so good ?
Pulling away again, you pouted
“I’m taking you out tomorrow, how about that ?” she asked you, giving you a paper with her number on it
“Sounds perfect to me Hyeju” you smiled
“You can call me your love already” she winked
Maybe you hadn’t found your way to your destination quickly, but that detour was more than worth it
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gangplanksorenji · 2 years
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Fall Again
Pairing: LOONA Kim Lip X Male Reader
Word Count: 2627
A/N 1: Henno Orenjideul! Days had been really busy so there will be delays on my release so enjoy this fluff piece of Lip in reference with these photos! I did my best so enjoy this and have a great day ahead!
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A stroll down the streets of Seoul has never been the best as the perfect ambiance sets up the best of all your moods: faint car sounds at the distance, cold breeze of the wind, dim lights of the lampposts and the orange hazel of the sunset-filled skies alongside the grayish clouds. It never had felt exceptional, knowing that you’re meeting someone beyond special later and you can’t help but smile thinking all about it. It would be an exciting moment that’s worth cherishing and it will be.
*phone vibrates*
“Oh, Hello Lip!”
“Hey, where are you now?”
“Uhm, I’m here on the street near the place that you’re inviting me to go to. I will be there real quick! I’m on my way, okay? ”
“Okay, I’ll wait here. Bye…”
“Bye Lip..”
You hang up the phone and without wasting any time, you approach the location as quickly as possible as you get nearer and nearer. A minute has passed and only footsteps are now the distance between you and the restaurant as you were greeted by Jungeun who is sitting at the wooden bench.
“Oh, hello Lip…”
“Hi…”
The both of you know how awkward you are towards each other and it’s even worse now, considering how busy both your schedules are to the point that the both of you rely on messaging and calling each other; not meeting or even bonding for even an hour and you hate it. You know how time-consuming it is being an idol of a famous girl group called “Girls of the Month” or mononymously known as “LOONA” as her schedules are far worse than yours—her hectic and confusing plans for the both of you says so for the past couple weeks that hasn’t been done.
She’s mostly known for her chic and fierce stage presence and her cold and tsundere demeanor yet she’s a complete opposite once she sets down the microphones because of her dorky, talkative and shy side. She also shows those traits of hers whenever she’s with you and you loved every second of it. You never thought how clingy she is when all you can see is her being the opposite—her assisting and taking care of her fellow members—yet you won’t complain but rather, it puts a smile on your face on how good of a person Jungeun is. You’re definitely grateful for having a girl like her and you couldn’t ask for more.
“It’s been awhile, eh?”
“Yeah, and I’ve missed you…”
“I missed you too. I’m just suddenly feeling kinda off today but we really need to meet now since tomorrow's gonna be a busy day.”
“What’s going to happen tomorrow?”
A deep sigh escapes Jungeun's lips as concern paints your face, not feeling about the words that she'll say next.
"More practice and it is exhausting, then we'll shoot our comeback stage tomorrow. I just want to restttttt…"
You definitely see how exhausting she can be with all of her hectic schedules as you pat her back, hoping to enlighten the mood and to make her feel better. A faint smile is her response as you invited her to go inside the restaurant before slipping it out of your mind and not to forget why the both of you are here.
“Hey Lip!”
“Yuh, tone your voice down a little, I’m just right here.”
“Oh sorry, don’t you want to go to the rooftop? Y’know, the ambiance looks great there and it always sets the mood.”
Jungeun thinks deeply about your suggestion as you can see her eyes squinting with her arms crossed. You always find it cute whenever she squints and you can’t help but fall into her charms. Even with her cold and tsundere-like demeanor, she’s always on her softer side whenever she’s with you or with her members and it always boosts your day thinking of that.
“You know you’re probably right. We’ll go to the rooftop.”
Greet the staff and the people at the cashier and a waiter helped the both of you from coursing your way to the rooftop of the restaurant. Luckily, there was no one at the rooftop and it’s not even a sweat getting a seat for the both of you as the waiter lends you the menus and a buzzer. 
"Well, just tap the buzzer for your orders and we'll be there, alright, miss, sir?"
"Okay, thanks."
The waiter then goes downstairs as you fiddle your fingers on the hem of your shirt as you start to talk with her about anything you could possibly think of.
“So, how’s the practice earlier?”
“Hah, exhausting, I guess. I just slept for 4 hours and I’m feeling kinda sleepy right now but I don’t mind it.”
“Ohhh. Also, what do you mean by ‘I don’t mind it’?”
“Hah, what I mean is that… I don’t mind it because I want to bond with you.”
Your eyes widen; eyebrows scrunching  as you were baffled on what Jungeun had said. Jungeun doesn’t usually say this whenever you’re together even if only the both of you can hear what she’s talking about yet despite all of these, you’re flustered with her words and it never fails to put a smile on your face.
“Aww, that’s so sweet of you Lip!”
“Shhh, tone down your voice, someone may hear us!”
“Sorry… But, that’s so sweet, you really found some time to bond with me.”
In a matter of seconds, Jungeun’s cheeks were tinted with a pink shade as she smiled, a chuckle also escaping her lips as felt shy about what she said. As she faces away from you, you could definitely tell that she’s flustered and sincere about what she said—you’re still baffled on what she said.
“But it’s true, or no?”
“It’s true. I did miss you so much and I took this opportunity to bond with you.”
Without a doubt, you know how sincere she is as you can see from the look of her eyes. The both of you missed each other after almost 5 weeks of not seeing each other physically and always depending on the blue screen your gadgets are emitting. With that in mind, you got a glimpse on how she’s being a totally-different-person considering how she’s showing her affection which normally—even if it’s just the both of you—she doesn’t do. You’re not complaining and neither does she; she’s just as glad as you are being in front of each other, exchangings and smiles the both of you missed about.
“It’s alright Lip, it’s completely normal and also felt this way…”
Before succumbing to your own emotions, you came back to your senses and taught what's the reason on why the both of you are here—pressing the buzzer and stating your order's on what you could be favorable about the menu.
“Hello! Can we get our order?”
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The breeze above the rooftop is your paramount of relaxation. It never gets old; it never fails to make you feel comfortable as you feel like all of your problems had been wiped out with a single brush of the wind upon your skin. 
With fresh salads, a couple of dressings and with colas as the beverage of choice, this makes you feel like you're in heaven alongside your angel, Jungeun. The both of you always dreamed to be on this kind of date as it feels different to be in one—being in one with nature. Maybe Jiwoo influenced the both of you about being more interested and engaged with nature-related talks and topics and you’re not complaining about it—you loved it, to say the least. 
“You liked what I ordered for you?”
“Yeah, it’s so fresh and I like it so much and the dressing too…”
You involuntarily smiled at her response knowing that she’s genuinely enjoying her food and so are you, having identical orders. Both of you are on a strict diet so ordering greens is one of the best options here and gladly, this restaurant has your wants and needs.
A couple of laughs, talks and smiles after, the both of you are nearing to finish your respective meals as you get lost by her visuals, making you in awe and stunned at your seat. Time slowed down as the ticks doubled; you adored her features as her nose-scrunching  laugh can be seen and you absolutely loved it. Fighting back, you slowly came back to our senses only to know that Jungeun was still talking and just listened to her cute squeals and talks.
“Aha- Am I right?”
“Yeah, Lip…”
Jungeun feels something’s not right or maybe just her instincts yet it can't get off her mind. Your sudden change of mood is what Jungeun doesn’t like to see as it hits you worse than a truck yet all of her suspicions were wrong. She then stopped herself from laughing and asked you, her forehead almost forming a scrunch; curiosity painting her face, hoping to get an answer.
“Is there something wrong?”
“N-Nothing, it’s just the feeling of… I don’t know how to say or describe it Lip…”
“Speak to me. Are you feeling good?”
You can definitely sense the concern in her tone even though she masks it with an opposing emotion. Facing her, you looked at her endearingly as a faint genuine smile—almost forming a smirk—sculpts your mouth.
“Yeah, I’m good, it’s just… I just feel so happy being with you. I really missed this and I’m grateful that we’re doing this again.”
Your enlightening words caught Jungeun off-guard as she almost spat her drink as she felt moved by what you’ve said. As her pinkish tint on her cheeks grew, she hid her face with her own hands as she didn’t expect that flustering response from yours yet she knows how genuine and sincere it is, just by looking at your face and your pensive demeanor.
“Yuh! B-But honestly, I’m glad that we’ve done this and I missed bonding with you, so t-thank you.”
As you looked into her face—specifically her eyes—endearingly, you could see that she couldn't manage to get some eye contact towards you and you totally understood it. The both of you can feel how awkward it is and how uncanny it is for the both of you to open up suddenly as the both of you always feels like cats and dogs whenever together—not to mention the swift moves of Jungeun to avoid the media at all costs.
With all of your emotions driving yourselves, you then stood up on your seat and sat next to Jungeun, pulling her into a hug which she didn’t expect yet she’s not complaining about it as she feels so much affection to free herself from you. You know that she’s that “not-so-affectionate” type of girl whenever she’s with you and you may think that it’s because of her idol life and she must not act suspicious in public or a lot more yet she’s really like that, even when it’s just the both of you. 
Your hug tightens as she envelops her arms slowly, wrapping you into an affectionate embrace as the wind blows stronger as well as the cold breeze that touches your skin that makes you more comfortable in embracing Jungeun. 
“Oh s-sorry, I just got too emotional…”
“It’s fine. Let’s just finish our meals and go s-somewhere?”
“Sure.”
You then went back to your seat as she exclaims, refraining you from doing something.
“But wait!”
You were stopped in your tracks as she pulled out her phone from her pocket and you know exactly what she’s going to do—she wants you to take a picture of her and not just a single one, but a series of it.
It never gets old. She knows how much you hate taking photos yet it never fails to put a smile on your face as her photogenic visuals makes you in awe, no matter what angle or scene the picture is, it never fails to look amazing and always ends up being astonished.
“Pleaseeee?”
Her cute whine and those pleading eyes if hers is something you can't deny even if it's in your sight for a million times. With a deep sigh escaping your lips, you got her phone and prepared yourself as Jungeun instructed you what to do and what poses she will be doing.
“Well, let’s start with this, shall we?”
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*click*
*clack*
After several minutes of clicks from Jungeun’s phone, you finally gathered a lot of pictures with her which, of course, is guided and further improved by Jungeun herself.
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“Wah! You’re really good at taking pictures of me! These came out sososo well!”
“Well, it can't be helped on how beautiful the woman is, right in front of me…”
You smiled with your own compliment towards her as her cheeks flushed red, again. She then playfully hit you with her wrists as she faced you and got her phone from your hands. To further assert her cold self, she cleared her throat and changed the topic which you didn't mind.
“W-Well back when I was saying, thank you for taking these photos for me and I may post them a day after and I’m sure, Orbits will love how it went!”
“They really will Lip…”
“Also! D-Do I need to retouch these photos? I don’t have that much makeup on so it will be good to-”
“Hey…”
“What?”
“You always looked good Jungeun, you don’t need that.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Orbits will love you as much as I do and it’s true.”
She may look the hardest to fall because of her tsundere-like personality and her cold self yet complimenting her introduces a whole different Jungeun which you always love—it’s always a sight to see. She’s really weak at compliments even though she always knows how much she receives compliments and kind words everyday. She may still feel insecure especially on how the people would react on the Internet yet your calming and encouraging words are enough to dismiss all of those thoughts.
A faint smile—almost forming into a smirk—sculpts Jungeun’s mouth as she feels affection towards your words which she always loves.
“Thank you…”
You then reached her hand and held it, making sure to let her know that you’re sincere about what you’ve said even though you know how Jungeun wholeheartedly accepted your compliment.
“No worries Lip.”
You then kissed her forehead and then got a glimpse of her endearing gaze that is something you’ll always treasure. You locked eyes on her as she beamed a bright smile and so did you as you felt her smile is contagious—it may not compare to Jiwoo’s and Yerim’s level of infectious smiles yet Jungeun’s smiles are in their own league and that’s something distinctive about her. 
Tuck her hair behind her right ear and utter the words “I love you…”
“I love you, Jungeun.”
“I love you so much, Jungeun.”
Again and again, those spin around your head as your emotion took over you, hugging her tightly as she uttered a response you’re expecting to hear, “I love you too, so so much.”.
Pull her for another embrace, your arms wrapping her as she mutters a sentence, almost inaudible to hear.
“It’s so c-cold…”
You took off your jacket and wrapped Jungeun with it as she whined, her wanting your warm embrace more as it rivals the breeze better than anything.
“Please stay like t-this…”
You wished you could stay like this forever yet you know that you can’t as this is just the start of an exhilarating feeling that you’ll forever cherish throughout your whole life. This will be just one of the memories that the both of you will be making, marking your own history books—worth remembering.
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okayeojin · 2 years
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10. there is only one good pillow and we both don’t want neck pain, so I guess we have to press our heads close together [with olivia hye]
word count: 1.9k
((💌)) fluff :: ((❁)) suggestive :: [gender neutral]
warnings: a little more curse words than usual. but iss all playful.
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"maybe if you moved your big ass head, we'd sleep more comfortably" she spat out, still head butting you to prompt you to scoot over and get most of the pillow for herself.
"like hell i'm sleeping on the mattress, i need the pillow!" you complained in response, standing your ground and planting your head on the pillow -way too small for two people, by the way. "and my head is not big!" you talked back, hearing hyeju snicker next to you, caught by surprise by your -belated- clarification. "if my head is big, then yours is... like one of those... things that fly..." you mumbled while playing with your fingers, trying to make amends with your own mind.
"what the fuck are you even talking about?" she questioned.
"the balloons"
"are you talking about hot-air balloons?"
"yes those"
"... dumbass"
you ever so slightly moved your head closer to hers to take up more of the pillow, and she groaned in annoyance into her hands. "y/n!"
"sorry but i also deserve to sleep like a normal human being!" you explained, sitting up and looking down at her.
she grunted and squeezed her eyes shut, causing little creases to form on each side, that you badly wanted to touch with your finger. has she always been this pretty? she probably has... you were just too oblivious to notice. you’ve been hanging out for ages at this point, and i guess throwing mud at her in the park of your childhood neighborhood was what you cared about the most, really, as kids. but now you’ve been noticing how she’s not a child anymore... clearly. and how whenever you pushed her around your hands would linger a bit more than necessary on her skin. and how her touch had a bigger affect on you that you would like to admit. she inhaled deeply, luckily pulling you out of your haze. luckily, because her slender fingers fiddling with her face were looking a little too good to be normal.
"i'm older".
you choked at her words, "excuse me?".
"i'm older, i get the pillow" she explained with an eye roll as if any of the words that had just left her mouth made any sense, and that therefore you were the dumb one for not getting it the first time. duh.
"oh shut your mouth" you spat out, eyebrows furrowed and your lips scrunched into a pout, causing her to open her mouth, offended. "don't make that face!" you pointed your finger at her slightly raising your voice, "for starters, you're literally only four days older than me. and that's not a good reason to take the pillow, what the hell" you finished, heavily bouncing back on the bed with your body.
she stayed silent for a while, most likely pondering on her next attack, supporting her weight with her elbows as she stared down at you for a solid bunch of minutes. at least that’s what you were thinking because, oh, you could feel that piercing gaze of hers on you even with your eyes closed.
you fluttered one of your eyes open, reciprocating the eye contact. “w what?”. fuck, you stuttered.
“give me the pillow”.
“hyeju!” you yelled out, exasperated. "for being older, you sure are acting lika a child right now" you added.
"no!" you interrupted her, who was clearly about to open her mouth.
"b-"
"huh huh !"
"i-"
"hey!"
"but-"
"shush it, hyeju"
she was visibly in distress. and you were loving every second of it. she was easy to tease, really. she looked intimidating at all but it didn’t take much of an effort to get on her nerves and get her to talk back at you. it was a fun little game.
a couple of minutes passed of you laying down in comfortable silence on the same stupidly small pillow, until an evil idea popped into your deranged head. should you even bring it up? maybe, i don’t know... ah fuck it, let's have some fun.
the speed at which you sat up caught the attention of the redheaded girl next to you, who weirdly enough was still intrigued by everything you did even after all those years you’ve known each other for. instead of being annoyed by your shenanigans she kept putting up with all of it. you smirked at her.
"i don't... think... this is how it should be played" hyeju slowly and painfully dragged her words out, dark and amused eyes still looking up at you. you could kind of see it, the way she looked like she was... waiting anxiously for something, from you. waiting for your next move, curious about what you were capable of. you had it in you, didn’t you?
"staring contest. who closes their eyes first sleeps without the pillow".
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"shut up and just close your eyes already..." you murmured back, your knees on each side of her body, your hands gently holding her wrists beside her head on the mattress and your body hovering above hers. she gulped in response and you could feel your eyes burning so much to the point you would have been fine with sleeping on the floor if that meant you could find relief for your dry eyes. how long has it even been? it has to be more than one minute. i didn't think she'd be this good. i know for a fact she's not this good at staring contests. she must really want that pillow huh?
you hated how sometimes you couldn’t read her at all. you were the one on top and she looked so vulnerable at first but now it almost seems like she was challenging you and warning you with her eyes that she could flip this around at any moment, if she felt like it. you wanted to be the one in control for once. and every little hint of that being the case was inflating your ego a bit more as time passed. her throat bobbing up and down each time she swallowed, her pupils shaking and struggling to keep eye contact with you, her legs shifting around underneath you, her chest raising and falling faster and faster as her breathing got heavier...
your eyes involuntary shifted downwards to take a quick glance at her lips. fuck. you licked your own lips unconsciously.
"you closed your eyes..." she commented with a hint of satisfaction in her tone, her head tilting to the side looking at you from below, victorious. you shook your head and blinked your eyes. "huh?".
"you blinked, y/n" she repeated. your ears were ringing. god, you couldn't concentrate on anything else but her. her lips. her body underneath yours. the way your fingers fit so nicely around her wrists. the way her eyes kept fluttering closed from the staring contest you just had.
your thighs held their place on each side of her body, your hands still holding her down slowly inched upwards to grab her hands and cautiously intertwined your fingers with hers. you were so close to her face that you could ever so simply grab her cheeks and squish your face against hers, if you wanted to. your eyes finally moved away from your hands and found the courage to lock with her dark, hypnotizing ones.
"what are you looking at, dumbass?" she spoke in a single breath as if she was pushing those words out with all the effort she had in her. kinda cute. you lowered your head even closer to hers to test the waters and when she squeaked unexpectedly closing her eyes you couldn't refrain but laugh right in her face, and then tilted back to keep chuckling, breaking any sort of physical contact you had. you'd never heard her make any sound even remotely similar to the one she just let out. it was so so amusing.
"gooood" she whined, "what has gotten into you today? you're even more annoying than usual" she complained from behind her hands, now busy trying to cover up her expression. if only you could see what type of face she was making.
"you know you love it" you commented from your peculiar position- you were in fact sitting right on her lap. blood suddenly rushed to your cheeks at the realization, covering your mouth with the back of you hand and pushing your hair away from your forehead with the other.
one of your thighs moved across and over hyeju's body as you went to sit beside her instead.
curious at the sounds of you shifting around, she took a peek between her fingers, getting greeted by you smiling widely at her and tilting your head to the side. the only way you were able to act as if this wasn't affecting you at all was the fact that hyeju, at least at first glance, seemed to be the more flustered of the two. you weren’t expecting her to lose her cool like that. at least you could hide it better.
she groaned at your jolly expression and turned around, hugging her pillow underneath her head, facing away from you.
you furrowed your brows while looking at the back of her head.
scooting ever so slightly closer to her - even if, considering the ridiculous size of the bed, it was nearly impossible to stay too away from each other- you gently brushed your fingers through her hair, all sprawled out on the shared pillow. you could see and feel the way hyeju's shoulders tensed up and her breath itched in her throat at your simplest movements.
getting lost in the way your fingertips were flowing so smoothly in between her freshly dyed red hair, you had to bring yourself back to reality. your hands gently and swiftly moved her silky hair strands on her shoulder, and each time, almost involuntary, your fingers grazed her sensitive neck, eliciting a shiver from her. every single time.
you smiled to yourself while doing your own thing, and once the pillow was free from her burgundy locks, you could peacefully lay your head next to hers, your nose nuzzling in her hair.
"i told you the pillow is too small..." she spoke in a husky whisper, her voice coming out as lower and unclear because she was facing away from you.
"and i told you i don't want to wake up with neck pain..." you whispered back, your lips getting maybe even closer to her neck and words getting even breathier as you were talking. she shuddered.
with a low chuckle, your hand found its way to hyeju's waist, lingering a bit too long on the spot. biting your bottom lip, you took notice and cursed yourself mentally at the sight of your hand trembling against her soft skin. she was able to get such awkward reactions out of you, you didn't like it at all how you couldn't control your own body around her. you ever so slightly flinched when she forcefully grabbed said hand with her own.
"oh sorry, i didn't know it made you uncomf-" you started justifying yourself, ready to pull away, but she interrupted you by moving your hand over to her toned stomach instead. initially taken aback and conscious of the way your heart started beating faster, you softened instantly when hyeju kept holding your hand and wiggled backwards to be closer to you.
"let's hope none of us gets neck pain".
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loonamblr · 2 years
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Loona Heejin x reader 
A girl, who doesn’t fall in love easily, had fallen to her best friend.
author’s note: this story was inspired by the song, Fallen by Lola Amour. Please listen to it! I hope you guys will like this story even tho it feels like a rush work. Stay safe everyone!
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In your school, The three of you, Heejin, and Hyunjin, are very popular. You guys are known as the best examples of beauty and brains and also because of your skills and talents.
Heejin is known for being a very artistic one who always wins art contests, Hyunjin is the popular varsity and hyper, and lastly, You are known as the musician or the musical genius of the group and has a youtube channel where you post cover songs.
You've been best friends since middle school. From there, you have this unbreakable bond and decided to go to the same high school.
The three of you are in Hyunjin's house. Heejin and you are on Hyunjin's bed giggling at how Hyunjin tells about her interaction with her crush and your senior, Jinsoul. She was very immersed in her own story that she even acts for every scenario.
"You know she can tell a story without actions. I can't stop chuckling because she looks stupid." Heejin whispered to you.
"I guess she didn't even know that she's doing it. It's her habit and it got worse when the topic is about Jinsoul unnie."  you smiled.
Both of you chuckled as you continue to watch Hyunjin who is now staring blankly in space, smiling as she remembers her and her crush's interactions the other week.
Earlier that week, Jinsoul gave Hyunjin some energy drink before her championship match started, resulting in Hyunjin winning and being the MVP. Almost everyone knows about Hyunjin's big fat crush on her senior Jinsoul. The said girl was the blonde and president of the music club of which you are a part.
On the other hand, you and your crush were talking to each other basically regularly.
You're not the sort to fall in love easily, so these kinds of emotions are still unfamiliar to you. And your two other best friends know this, so they don't even bother to ask about it.
However, you fell in love this time. You were unaware of how and when it begins. You were mistaken to believe that it was merely an infatuation. Every time you spend time with her, these feelings keep deepening. At first, you don't want to mention it since you think falling in love with one of your best friends was a horrible idea.
You can't really blame yourself for admiring Heejin, though. It was difficult to resist having feelings for her. She is ideal. God spent his time creating her features and giving her such talent.
It will take some time for you to provide the list of reasons why practically everyone is drawn to her. Like receiving gifts during lunch or at dismissal wasn't unusual.
The past few months of Hyunjin being busy with the upcoming sports league at their school made the two of you bond more with each other. You think that it was one of those days when you started to realize your feelings towards Heejin.
Your feelings got more and more clear every time you bond. You and Heejin spend time doing artwork. There are times wherein you teach her to play other instruments which Heejin boasts to Hyunjin then the latter will come up to you frowning and say "I want to learn too."
However, you enjoy spending time with Heejin the most when she visits and you can jam together in your music room. Hyunjin occasionally joins you and Heejin, and performs on the keyboard.
Bringing you back to reality, Hyunjin leaves the room after saying, "I'm going to get my cat downstairs." making the two of you alone.
While you continued to recline back on the headrest, Heejin lay down on the bed. The bunny-looking girl hugs your waist as if she's going to sleep.
You'll be lying when you'll say that this current position is not making your heartbeat more quickly than usual. You got used to her being clingy and all but sometimes it still caught you off guard
The other girl is trying to fall asleep, and you decide to entertain yourself by opening your phone. You were gently pinching the bunny's arm when you felt her head turn to look at you.
You put your phone away and turned to face Heejin.
"What's the matter?" you asked.
Heejin contemplating whether to ask it or not. "I just want to ask. Have you fallen in love?"
You were surprised by the question and just stares at the other girl.
What if I told you that I have. I fell in love with you.
You want to express such feelings to the other girl, but you realize it is not the correct moment. Although you badly want to confess, you are unable to do so because of your friendship. You are happy and content with your current situation.
However, a part of you is still holding out for more.
The silence broke when the owner of the room opens the door holding her cat with the bags of chips.
"What's with the silence?" She asked calmly and gave the chips to the two.
"Nothing. I was trying to fall asleep." Heejin answers it immediately.
You and Heejin make a room for Hyunjin when she goes in between you.
"No one going to sleep 'cause we're going to watch a horror movie." The cat person excitedly opens Netflix on her tv.
Days went by, and Heejin's question has never been answered. It was never brought back to the topic every time you meet.
She has liked you since their junior year, to be honest. She discovered herself supporting you more than simply as a friend when you performed for the music club recital. Heejin found your musical talent, as well as your adorable face with its dimples when you smile and laugh, quite charming.
So asking that question was a little bit nervous for Heejin. She doesn't know what her reaction will be when you answer her with a 'yes'. She can be relieved that you have fallen at last or annoyed and left wondering to whom you have fallen.
The other day, Heejin pays a surprise visit to your house. She didn't see you in your room and she exactly knows where she'll find you.
Heejin knocks on the farthest door. Standing in front of it, she can already hear the saxophone being played by someone.
She knocks again but louder this time.
The sound of the instrument stops. You opened the door and were surprised to see Heejin.
"H-Heejin, I didn't know you'll come here today. Did you message me? I haven't checked my phone yet. I'm sorry." You said a little confusion in your voice.
"Relax. I got bored in our house and Hyunjin has sudden plans with Jinsoul Unnie today so.....I think I should've messaged you first. You seem so busy." Heejin scratched her temple feeling sorry.
"I'm not that busy but currently working on something. It's fine by the way, you and Hyunjin are always welcome here." You open the door widely to let Heejin come in.
You went to your laptop, leaning on your table as you arrange some of your recordings.
"What are you working on?" The bunny asked out of curiosity.
She sat on your swivel chair and put her arm around your waist, side hugging you.
Since you can't yet let her listen to the song, you replied with a kind of worried "Uh, some song? Well, it's still not finished though."
"Can I hear it?" Heejin and Hyunjin have listened to your songs and creations before.
"Not today, Miss." You said and laughs when you saw how the other beaming girl's lips frowned.
You faced her and hold her face to play with her cheeks.
Heejin, on the other hand, is examining your features as she stares at you. Despite the fact that you two aren't doing anything, she is currently quite content and happy with you right now.
You removed your hands and notice a glint of pink shade on her cheeks. You began to feel your cheeks felt hot too.
Both of your hearts are beating very fast because of the interactions.
Shaking your head slightly, you looked to your laptop to find that your work had been successfully saved.
"What do you like to do right now, bunny? Have you eaten yet?" you asked.
The other girl got up from the chair and took a little tour of the room to find something interesting.
She held up the saxophone and said, "I've heard you play this earlier while waiting outside the door. Would you mind teaching me?"
"I wouldn't, but let me get our spare saxophone so you can use it." You stand up and proceed to get the spare instrument.
The whole afternoon they only spend time in the music room. Every time Heejin's breathing becomes uncontrollable and she makes strange noises, you chuckle, but at least Heejin has gained new things. (I guess)
A week had passed, You have been debating whether to release your video about your new song for the past week. It's not yet fully finished but it can be a preview for the songs and ready to be posted on your account.
You cannot remember how many times you had played your video.
You've already included the caption, saying, "A month ago, someone special to me asked if I had fallen in love. It was difficult for me to answer right away. After a few days, I put my thoughts into a song, which I believe was the best way for me to explain my feelings at the time, that leads to the creation of this song."
You review your video for the last time before posting it.
In the first seconds of your video, you smiled at the camera, guitar in your hands before you played the prerecorded other instrumentals. You then began singing the lyrics.
"What if I told you that I've fallen?
And I like the way you say my name
My heart skips a beat when I hear you calling
And I like that it won't go away
But never mind, don't wanna give you any trouble
Never mind, never mind
I'm okay with being by your side for as long as I can hide
What if I told you that I've fallen?
I know that it won't ever stop
You know I'll be there when you call me whether you like it or not
Without a warning, now I'm falling for this picture on my phone
But don't mind me I'm just falling, I'll get back up on my own
Please don't say my name
Help me put out this flame
I'd rather hold onto this feeling that you don't even believe in
What if I told you that I've fallen? "
The video finished. It is now time for you to finally post it.
You can hear your heart thumps a loud before pressing the 'post' button.
The moment you see "Upload done" on your laptop, you start to shake lightly with excitement and nervousness.
If you're being completely honest with yourself, you're very concerned about Heejin's reaction. Will she get its message? Will you two remain friends despite this?
You closed your laptop with a mild amount of aggression. You left the house after getting your wallet and car keys, leaving your phone in your room.
Driving out of nowhere just to distract yourself.
About an hour in the park, It started to rain and your only option is to head home.
You took a hot shower and lay down on your bed.
Something lights up on the side table. It was your phone.
Your notification is flooded with good reactions and comments from your video. You turned it off and closed your eyes.
A familiar ringtone for a certain person made your eyes open again. You took your phone to open the message.
It is from Heejin.
You cannot stop smiling widely as your heartbeat raises fast again but with joy reading her messages.
Heebunny sent you a message (1:43 pm).
what if I told you that I've fallen?
the heart-shaped arrow through my chest.
without a warning, now I'm falling for you and I know that it won't ever stop.
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itgetsquiet · 9 months
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in which sooyoung has a bad day and lashes out on somebody. but it's whatever, it's not like she will ever see that girl again. right?
sooyoung x biker!y/n | enemies (annoyances) to lovers, fluff, college!au, attempts at humour warnings: food mentioned, stubborn yves | wc >6k | fem!reader
‧₊˚✧ taglist : @ivy-aurora @nfrgirl @ludasgf a/n: my gosh, i'm so happy to finally finish it! i really hope it aligns with the view if the anon that requested it(/。\)
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sooyoung thinks to herself that it’s just one of those days. she repeats the mantra over and over again throughout the entirety of today because everything that happened to her today falls under the category of ‘sucks’. sleeping through her numerous alarms, hitting her toe into the bed frame, putting the shirt with a chili sauce on it — and this whole list is only ten minutes of her being awake.
she was late to her first class this morning. she completely forgot about a test in her second class and most likely failed it. she forgot her wallet at the dorm and had to ask jiwoo to by her something for lunch, which led to even more teasing than usual. her phone died later, so now sooyoung couldn’t even listen to some loud music to tone down her frustration.
it’s just one of those days. the mantra that worked for her never. 
her limbs are exhausted after the excruciating ten minutes of exercising she did yesterday. sooyoung can feel the movement of every muscle in her body as she slowly moves down the parking lot, dreading her shift at work. is there a way for this day to get worse? what, the counter explodes? or, more realistically, another customer files a complaint about her rude behaviour? it’s been too long of a day, too draining, so sooyoung prefers to think that the less she ponders over it the faster her evening passes.
sooyoung doesn’t want to think that trouble seeks her today.
“hey!” the voice behind her is not loud, but demanding. 
sooyoung gives herself a moment to roll her eyes. if something goes down right now, she won’t control herself. she opens the door of her car to drop her bag on the driver’s seat and turns around to see some girl on the motorbike waiting for her answer. she clearly wants to talk when sooyoung clearly doesn’t, but someone should give in, and sooyoung guesses that it’s her duty.
and it doesn’t help that the girl looks really good. outfit in all black, hair styled with the motion of wind, eyes a bit squinted as she stares against the sun at sooyoung from a few meters away. sooyoung feels like a loser, in her lousiest sweatpants that don't match her hoodie or the cap.
“what’s up?” the annoyance in her voice is so evident that the other girl’s face stiffens. sooyoung decides that she will give a damn later, for now she doesn’t have any energy to be polite. plus, she can’t even recognise the girl, so who cares?
“you took my parking spot.”
sooyoung looks around only to realize that the girl on the bike is right: she usually parks two spots away, further to the left.
“my bad.” her hands are up in defeat. “can you even park this thing here?”
it’s just one of these days, sooyoung thinks to herself. she has no power to accept her wrongs and be nice to people, especially since she has to work today and listen to kids screaming until the closing hour. 
“wow.” the girl’s abrupt sigh is enough to tell sooyoung that she may be not so chill either. “just move your car, okay?” she moves a helmet from under her arm, ready to put it on.
“yeah, don’t sweat it.” it may be not as necessary, but sooyoung still mutters under her breath. “it’s just a campus parking lot, who even cares…”
“you have a lot to say, huh?” sooyoung doesn’t want to pay attention. well, maybe she does a bit. she glances to the side, to see the girl on the bike still stare at her. “hope the rest of your day is just as nice as this conversation.”
she puts her helmet on and sets the engine, and eventually leaves the lot. she’s not there to keep the conversation going, but sooyoung still complains loudly, “it probably will be, you dickhead!” even though there’s only some smoke that girl left behind and people who look at sooyoung funny.
sooyoung looks down to the ground and takes a deep breath in. “it’s just one of these days,” she mutters softly to herself and gets into her car to go to the dreadful place of work for the dreadful rest of the night.
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“i’m sure it’s not as bad as you paint it.” “jiwoo, thanks, but i think i was pretty objective just now.” “yeah, it was probably much worse, actually.”
hyeju receives two kicks on her feet, from sooyoung and chaewon at the same time, but barely pays it any mind, still looking down at her plate. “you know i’m right,” she adds, mumbling the same as always, and this time receives a glare from sooyoung who just doesn’t want to cause a scene.
“you should apologise to her if you see her again,” jiwoo nags before biting into an apple. she’s not the one to take a high moral ground over the others, but jiwoo truly believes that if only people were nice to each other, the world would become a better place. it’s a futile, in sooyoung’s mind, belief but at the moment she prefers to oblige. it is a pointless debate when her friend enters this 'ambassador of world peace' state of mind.
“probably,” admits sooyoung, adding a bit of her heart to it. before jiwoo can start her gospel once again, sooyoung rushes to add, “i just don’t really think i’ll see her ever again.”
“you don’t think you will or you don’t want to?”
this time a glare towards hyeju is enough to prove her point. because yes, sooyoung just hates admitting that she’s wrong. she buries her fork in the salad once again, searching for one more cherry tomato, desperately hoping that the failures of yesterday won’t be brought up again and maybe will leave her alone. 
then, she freezes when she hears a voice call for chaewon. you’ve got to be kidding her.
“oh, y/n, you found us already?” chaewon’s tone is so casual that it’s apparent—sooyoung is the only one who’s about to be destroyed by this crash of events.
“yeah, i was near and decided to come up to you. when are we meeting?” “oh, i actually don’t know, soo, when are you free?”
sooyoung almost already reminisced for the times of high hopes. chaewon said that she had wanted to partner up with some good friend of hers because she had been good at the subject. so this is her project partner? the girl that sooyoung was rude to less than twenty four hours ago? sooyoung looks up, slowly, but as nonchalant as she could, and looks at chaewon.
“tomorrow afternoon?” “fine with me,” her friend shrugs and turns to the stranger. “y/n?”
but y/n doesn’t rush to answer. “it’s you, isn’t it?”
four pairs of the eyes are too much pressure on sooyoung’s shoulders, fragile in embarrassment. she doesn’t want to pay her sorries right now, when the wound is fresh and there are too many witnesses around.
she also doesn’t know how to not be rough.
“yeah. got a problem with that?”
her glare doesn't show the desired effect. y/n doesn’t look pleased, but isn’t pissed either. her lips are in a thin line for a moment before she bites back, “not at all. tomorrow at four in the library. park properly, okay? see ya!”
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the weather is in tune with sooyoung’s laziness. it’s warm outside, small rustles of wind in the crowns of trees, so far away that one can forget that wind even exists. it’s the type of weather that makes you want to stay inside and never move, so the slow steps sooyoung takes towards the campus library, she finds, are actually justifiable. 
she’d rather stay home. do nothing. avoid confrontation. but instead she’s headed to the place where she has to study and apologize, which is a double kill for a day this nice. the thought of giving that biker girl doe eyes and ‘sorry’ brings an anxious shiver to sooyoung’s back. the fear of not saying the right thing more often than not plays into her simply ignoring the problems caused by the ignorance.
however, if she doesn't admit her wrongs chaewon will be pissed. the project they are to work on is also under uncertain danger, but angry chaewon is something sooyoung witnessed enough times to not wish to see again.
almost approaching the steps, sooyoung hears the roaring of the engine that exudes ‘people hate me for the noise’, so she knows she has to turn around and give it attention. the familiar motorbike enters the small parking lot and swiftly moves past people to some free spot as far away as possible. sooyoung feels a tinge of jealousy poke her heart. she’s always wanted to have such a ride. not necessarily drive it, maybe just be a passenger, because it’s not about control of the wheel. it’s actually opposite to that. the sense of freedom she reads in the movement of the bike itself and those who ride it is a feeling she always wanted to try out herself. 
sooyoung stays there, almost at the entrance. her eyes are fixated on the bike that is reaching a free spot, while she daydreams of the wind in her hair, speed so fast her ears can’t hear a thing, the relyness on a bike and on a driver, her tight grip, fingers diving into the driver’s jacket and the feeling of a feminine, curvy waist under her hands… wait, what?
her vivid imagination never took her to such places. sooyoung brings her focus back to reality, where the familiar figure—she’s seen her two times and recognises her already, which pisses sooyoung off at the afterthought—gets off the bike, takes off her helmet and starts off in the direction of the entrance. for a moment sooyoung believes that she has effect on the biker girl. her pace changes for a brief moment, not as careless and confident, but she recollects herself and acts casual again. her face reflects nothing but friendliness once she approaches sooyoung, who just awkwardly stood there, dropping glances at y/n now and then.
y/n. as much as sooyoung wants to leave her nameless, she actually may need to call her by her real name at some point.
“glad you’re on time. any problem with parking?” 
two kills in one. chaewon probably runs her mouth about sooyoung’s tendencies to be late to which, half-seriously, the latter refers to as ‘not a habit, but a mindset’. and the damn parking reference… it takes sooyoung strength not to let face muscles move in annoyance.
“i walked here,” she grimply drops before turning away and heading inside. 
the small, barely audible chuckle sooyoung prefers to take for the wind’s presence. she goes inside the library and leads, y/n stays one step behind and follows the girl while she picks their future workplace. once they are settled, sooyoung takes out her laptop while giving the biker girl grumpy glances. y/n looks composed and organised already. she is looking at her phone and decides to inform her project partner, “chaewon will be late today.”
well, now the roll of her eyes is inevitable. what the hell is that? of course sooyoung knows it, chaewon was her friend first, before this nuisance appeared. the sigh of ‘i know’ leaves her lips before she could stop it, but sooyoung takes control of her mouth to do something good, for once.
“hey,” sooyoung calls, stopping y/n half-up, catching her surprised. she sits back and the interest shimmering in her eyes is a sign of listening that soo needed. “listen, i… i want to say sorry.” the words are so bitter on the tongue, so sharp on her throat, that sooyoung’s voice comes out quieter than she wishes it to. she coughs a bit in awkwardness, hoping the rest of her apology is on the tongue now, burning it with urgency. “i was too grumpy that day, could have been nicer about it. it was my mistake, so i’m sorry.”
there are two ways sooyoung sees it going in: she will look up and see either a comforting smile or an angry grimace, ready for attack. both of these don’t turn out to be real. y/n’s face is a bit blank, still with round surprised eyes as the only sign of emotions. meeting sooyoung’s glance, she drops her eyebrows and keeps her face unreadable. the pause is heavy, but the biker girl gets to her response eventually, after a successful search for sincerity in sooyoung’s features. 
“it’s okay. it wasn’t even a conflict, so don’t worry.”
it settles new-found comfort in sooyoung’s heart. at least, this is done with. she takes a moment to examine the biker’s face once again, to make sure there is no sign of a hidden grudge, and notices that something is wrong.
“your hair is a bit messy,” sooyoung adds awkwardly. “probably because of the helmet.”
“really? where?” y/n’s hands fly to her head, but freeze midair anticipating an instruction. sooyoung struggles to navigate the girl, and at some point even soo’s hand is up, almost reaching to help in the midst of “further” or “to the left”, until the biker girl beats her to it and finds the spot. 
“yeah, there,” sooyoung says. the gesture of her hand turns out to be useless, and she, much to her surprise, finds it disappointing. she lets herself control the process of the biker girl fixing her hair, gifts herself a moment to think about how pretty her hair is and how simple, elegant her movements are.
“did you already start the work?” the biker girl asks and ruins all the admiration process.
“noted,” sooyoung mutters and opens her laptop as her project partner leaves in search of some books.
by the time chaewon arrives y/n is already lost in the books and sooyoung is ready to fall asleep in boredom. the silence of the library has always been deafening for sooyoung. she constantly feels like she’s out of place here, surrounded by know-it-alls and manuals too heavy for her hands or head. she looks between chaewon and y/n, who both are very much invested in their research, and once again wonders what she is even doing here.
the gazes she bores into them are so evident that y/n looks up, flushes sooyoung a confused look and gets back to studying, leaving sooyoung embarrassed that she got caught.
“remind me,” sooyoung whispers to chaewon, getting closer, “what am i doing here?”
she considers the question rightful since all she has to do for this project is to put a powerpoint together. chaewon’s sigh signals that perhaps it’s not the best timing, but the question is already out there and sooyoung is expecting an answer, even an annoyed one will do.
“don’t you have to know the process of our work to present with us?” chae doesn’t look up from her laptop. her words are mumbled and unsure, which is further proved by another statement, “i don’t know, it was y/n’s idea.”
right, that explains it. sooyoung turns her attention to the other girl at the table and—still in whisper, because getting kicked out from the library is actually embarrassing—asks with evident annoyance, “is it really necessary?”
y/n is just as stubborn as sooyoung. she shrugs, “i just want us all to do a good job, that’s it.” or, put in other words: i want to see you suffer.
there is a bubble of frustration that threatens to burst out of sooyoung’s chest, but she silences it and simply pouts. if she wasn’t so stuck on her thoughts, she would notice y/n’s lasting gaze and an admiring spark in it. soo opens google slides and makes sure to mix nice design with the most bland she’s ever seen, to add them when it’s y/n’s turn to speak.
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the apples of sooyoung’s cheeks hurt from excessive smiles, her throat is soon to be hoarse from her customer service voice, but she still feels like she’s going strong. it’s only about twenty minutes left until the end of her shift, not much until closing up, and work is a bit less hectic, helping her take the mind off studying and whatnot.
in the pink and orange sunset light that reflects from all the surfaces sooyoung slightly squints her eyes against the beams, and with her artificial, customer service voice she becomes someone unknown to others and herself. surely, when she’s like this, no one, not even sooyoung herself, could recognize her. 
“welcome to morbius freeze! what would you like to order?” “two scoops of chocolate and one scoop of vanilla, please.”
the exact moment of realisation takes place somewhere between the sun disappearing, not blinding sooyoung anymore, and the consideration of how basic this choice is, especially for somebody who rides a thing that kills people daily. sooyoung looks straight before her, not angry or disappointed, but also not pleased. her voice drops back to normal, but the smile stays in case the manager decides to check.
“what are you doing here?” soo says in a much lower key. the biker girl waves her card as a signal for paying, and while sooyoung’s coworker prepares the ice cream, the girl herself takes care of charging the customer.
“i was dying for a cone,” the biker girl admits, almost thinking it came out believable until soo scoffs. another girl behind the counter hands her the dessert, and a grateful smile suddenly paints her features with new colours. but then it turns into a smirk, once she speaks to sooyoung. “chaewon told me where to find you. we need to talk.”
sooyoung freezes on the spot. talk about what? looking back at any other exchange they had, except that damned first time, they have nothing in common, except the project they have to work on. and surely sooyoung can’t take any shit for that, because she barely sleeps to balance between work and studying. and other than that… it can’t be anything personal, right? 
sooyoung bites her lips into a thin line. “i have to work.” “i’ll wait outside. about half an hour, right?” “we have to close, so…”
“i’ll close on my own today,” jinsol chimes in with a sweet smile. y/n thanks once again, for the order or perhaps for a convenient hand of help, while sooyoung rolls her eyes. their last customer just left the place with no queue after, but with confused soo behind.
“why would you do that?”
jinsol makes it look like she couldn’t be busier, wiping the counter. “she seems nice. and pretty.”
“go talk to her yourself then,” soo bites.
she can’t explain, even to herself, why she’s so nervous about it. her stomach twirls non-stop up until she lazily grabs her things and leaves jinsol, who mysteriously smiles, until she has to go out the door, cross the parking lot and face y/n, who’s waiting on her damn bike.
“i’m tired and really want to head home, so let’s do this quickly.” arms crossed, face annoyed. sooyoung salutes herself for this perfect act. she really can’t show how distracted the biker girl makes her with those lips, now even more plumpy from ice cream, red of them contrasting the black leather of her jacket.
“maybe let’s ride and then have a talk, okay?” y/n asks but doesn’t actually give an option of choice. she takes one of the helmets and offers sooyoung, her eyes expecting the latter to accept in such a casual manner, as if they do this all the time.
soo makes sure to pour her silent discontent even through the helmet, especially when she barely puts it on and doesn’t understand how to clasp it at the bottom. the fruitless attempts make y/n chuckle.
“you know you could just ask for help, right?” “and leave myself without the precious experience of being lost? that’s when the most fun happens, y/n!”
she mumbles awkwardly and misses the moment of the biker girl approaching her. sooyoung is suddenly shy because y/n is so close, and her fingers, grazing soo’s neck, are so cold, and her name is so easy to capture on soo’s lips. y/n has a small smile while helping with the helmet, and after being finished she pats protected head of sooyoung’s. 
“get on,” she commands calmly. sooyoung obeys, not without chills eunning down her arms.
once they drive off there is a change in the atmosphere. sooyoung quickly realises that holding on to the driver feels much safer than clinging to the seat, and so she grabs y/n’s waist, snakes her arms around it and claws into her jacket like there is no tomorrow. seeing her ride it is one thing, but being on the bike with y/n, under her guidance and protection, shows even more of her tranquil power. it’s like a smooth bridge in an upbeat song: the change is unexpected when you listen to it for the first time, but it’s impossible not to give in, not to groove to it. 
and sooyoung loves a good bridge.
she could be anxious because it’s her first time riding a bike, or because of the speed, unnatural for her. but y/n’s steady long breaths that deepen in the stomach are contagious, and sooyoung relaxes herself. she spaces out until they get to the campus, the bike stops before soo can understand that it stopped. her hands, as if they fell asleep, can’t seem to help themselves, so y/n takes her helmet off and adds a small ‘hi’ once it’s done. they are in front of the diner, y/n probably figured that soo didn’t have her dinner. the biker girl throws her hand in the direction of the entrance, still looking into her passenger’s eyes. “do you want to?..”
“yes,” too hungry to wait, sooyoung answers, leaving y/n pleased.
it’s a bit crowded inside, but they still manage to find a booth. a quick order, a few greetings to familiar faces, and sooyoung turns to y/n. she’s eager, almost anxious, her fingers keep tapping on the knees in a frenzy. 
“what did you want to talk about?”
the pause reminds sooyoung that y/n is actually a person. not an embodiment of peace and confidence, but somebody empathetic, as her face turns uncomfortable and apologetic.
“look,” y/n sighs and keeps going, “i know we started on the wrong foot. and you apologized, which is great. but you still act awkwardly and snarly. also, i saw the presentation last night.” she doesn’t sound accusative. confused, perhaps, as if she is trying to find a better approach, but there is no air of judgement. “i just… look, i get it that you may have some issues about intimacy and boundaries. but we annoy chaewon with this bickering, and the presentation should look consistent for a good mark.”
“wait, what issues?”
the waitress brings them fries, so y/n prepares her explanation meanwhile saying thank you as soo angrily grabs a handful of fries and drops them into her mouth.
“you barely know me, and you had to accept that you were wrong to a stranger. i get it, it may be tough, to show your vulnerability to others. or, maybe, to know that somebody may see you vulnerable, weak because of that.”
“what a wonderful analysis,” sooyoung says, but y/n doesn’t hear it properly. although she sees that soo gets angry again, so she doesn’t push it.
“i’m sorry i made you feel that way. and i’m sorry if i’m wrong.” “why are you saying this then, if you don’t even think it’s true?”
y/n believes she’s right, but it’s better to be kept behind the closed lips. she shrugs. “just giving you some food for thought. we need to finish this damn project, i don’t want to take the history of arts again.”
“how nice of you.”  “i’ll take my order with me. and i’m sorry if i hurt you, sooyoung.”
y/n picked up her things and left in a matter of a moment. she didn’t smile, sarcastically or sincerely, as she was leaving, but she gave something much worse. her eyes were filled with compassion. boo-hoo, poor sooyoung-nie got hurt because her feelings are exposed and the whole world knows she doesn’t like to open up.
something mellow is playing in the diner, matching the darkness of the late hour outside, with the night already settled. sooyoung’s gaze tracks y/n’s bike as it leaves for the parking lot. what the hell does she even know, right? the food calms her down a little bit, but then she decides that it’s too early to forget about it and vents into a group chat as her finger-licked fingers type mean words.
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the light of the moon is too bright to let sooyoung sleep. no matter how many twists and turns she gifts, they are no match for her night thoughts. sooyoung stares into the depths of the room, half-sitting on her bed, knees to chest, and in the small spots of lights searches for any indication of her own reflections.
how come some rando understands her better than she does?
y/n appears to be extremely wise. or at least observant. sooyoung admires it and hates it, precisely because it’s true. she hates to show that she’s not winning. how did it start? what childhood memory should unlock it in her future therapy sessions? these questions sooyoung finds not urgent, although there always were signs of this strange disease that made her want to be invincible. the one who’s never wrong. the one who hides her feelings flawlessly and never let’s them control her. the one that keeps high ground, even if it means only sinking the latest. when her act is flawed she breaks and malfunctions. years of memories are easily analyzed because of one thing y/n said.
sooyoung wouldn’t be able to hide that y/n scares her. she brings a pillow between her knees and chest, suffocates it for her own comfort. people like y/n are scary. know-it-alls who actually have knowledge and wisdom, they ruthlessly spill it. although y/n seems to actually care. she even has paid for sooyoung’s meal earlier today, even if it was a compensation for ruining her self-esteem. 
how many other bonds were ruined because of sooyoung acting up, once she becomes vulnerable and hurt? she should be grateful, but there is no ease in her chest. instead, the giddy anticipation comes forward. maybe that’s why she can’t sleep. what is she waiting for, another y/n’s prediction? 
or, perhaps, her first move?
it’s stupid, of course. the way she pat sooyoung’s helmet resurfaces in the latter’s memory and brings a grin to her lips. she’s alone in the room, so she lets it slide. tonight she uncovers the lies she’s been feeding herself, and one of them is her denial of attraction to y/n. surely, this is also a problem for the sooyoung-from-the-future. but, before this gal turns up, sooyoung-from-the-present slides to lie in her bed and fall asleep with the image of y/n’s smile before her closed eyes.
this can’t be good.
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“soo, are you nervous?”
chaewon is surprised to see her friend so on edge. she’s not a fan of public speech, but she’s not the one to be so fidgety before it either. however here she is, tapping her fingers over the desk to the made up melody and humming it along. 
“i thought you said you prepared well,” chaewon mumbles, to which sooyoung nods in confirmation. “did you forget to read the report? or maybe you didn’t cite the sources?”
it is impossible to interrupt at this point. sometimes, when she’s angry, chaewon enters this state of quiet fury: she speaks as if she’s the head of the library and avoids one’s gaze as if they’re some dirt on her shoe. hyeju is the only person who can withstand it, even though behind chae’s back she calls it ‘the hulk o’clock’. 
chaewon doesn’t meet any objection, and even if she did she wouldn’t notice in the green trance. “i swear sooyoung, if you messed it up without any reason, i…”
“she didn’t,” the brave calm voice cuts off chaewon’s threats. y/n sits down next to sooyoung, but her eyes are still on the angry minion. “i checked the presentation today, everything looks great.” she then looks at sooyoung to drop her small ‘hi’ and turns to her bag to get some papers out of it.
is that it? no meaningful glances and lines about their last conversation or the slides she changed? sooyoung stares in front of her with clear disappointment in the dropped corners of the lips. she spaces out while there it still noise surrounding them, and gets back to earth to the quiet study hall when y/n slightly pushes sooyoung’s shoulder with hers.
she asks with her mouth only, “are you alright?”
sooyoung nods, because she has no reason to not be. she has too many things on her mind that she wants to tell y/n, but they all boil down to the fact that she’s alright, and they both are alright as well. y/n takes a moment to check for a possible sign of lies in soo’s eyes. once the truth is confirmed she turns away, to look through the paper again, but sooyoung stares at y/n long enough to notice a cautious glance to her side. 
a small chuckle that soo lets out makes chaewon surprised, but she couldn’t be more pleased if it meant end to all the bickering, and in addition letting her get a good grade.
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jinsol’s watchful eye observes everything in quick side glances, since she’s on her shift and can’t devote her whole attention to her coworker’s drama, but what she sees is enough to make a certain assumption. she hears sooyoung sigh, “i can’t believe we’re celebrating at my workplace.” y/n, who is pretty much glued to sooyoung’s side since they entered morbius, chuckles in a low voice and lets herself look away from the girl. jinsol is very grateful for that, because no matter how much she wants to be invested, the sight of these two is sickening already. by the time there’s only one person ahead of them in the line chaewon has made up her mind, which is an obligatory piece of information for everybody present.
“what about you?” chaewon asks looking at y/n. “but please,” soo bugs in, “make it not as boring as your last visit.”
chaewon can swear it’s the first time she sees y/n flustered. the girl looks down with an awkward smile and looks up to her friend to declare, “i’ll follow sooyoung’s recommendation.”
the said girl is surprised. even her voice is squicky when she has to ask, “really?” y/n nods in reply, making it two flustered people in line.
“okay, but are you sure? she can make it crazier than my order,” chaewon warns y/n and earns sooyoung’s eyeroll. the threat could be true if it were made a week ago, when sooyoung had it her mission to giggle over y/n’s headache. but now she wrecks her head over the perfect order for the girl with such basic taste.
jinsol greets them with a wide smile and weird glistening in her eyes, but her mood gets down once chaewon starts listing flavours for her order and just keeps going, and going, and going, and never seems to stop. sooyoung decides to be not as playful because she already can feel jinsol’s annoyance, she has felt it herself too many times. for y/n she orders some mix of classic and chocolate frozen yogurt, but asks for some fruit and syrup with it. sooyoung looks at y/n cautiously, but meeting just as unsure gaze she wants to be in control of the situation. “it should be good, trust me.”
sooyoung is too distracted by y/n’s soft trusting smile to order, so chaewon has to physically turn her back to counter by the shoulders. “and for you?” sol asks. 
sooyoung responds, “my usual,” and starts taking her wallet out but then realizes that jinsol is still staring at her.
“girl, i work here for like two weeks, i don’t know your usual.”
chaewon laughs outloud, y/n hides her smile–but thank lord sooyoung doesn’t know it, otherwise she’d leave this planet already. soo recites her order and mentally promises to herself that this is the last time she’s eating ice cream. ever.
she thinks she’s going to get so red that she’ll overheat and explode, and y/n’s proximity, once they settle in the booth, doesn’t help. sooyoung doesn’t really know when, but they managed to cross the border between being annoyed with each other and being flirty, so now everything they do is accompanied with longing gazes and meaningful smiles. chaewon leaves them–definitely because she needs to go to the bathroom and not because these two are acting like highschoolers in love–and gives them a bit of privacy.
y/n takes a bite of her frozen yogurt and blesses sooyoung with a satisfied ‘wow’, quiet and content. it’s a bit not like y/n that soo had time to learn of, but it’s a new side that she likes a lot. somewhere between the bites y/n drops the bomb, “i shouldn’t have said that, i’m sorry. or maybe i just should’ve done it differently.”
she pokes her frozen yogurt with the spoon softly and doesn’t look up, but she hears sooyoung scoff. “but it’s not the way you do things, right? it would be just as weird as if i simply accepted what you said and moved on merrily with my day.”
sooyoung stuffs her mouth with ice cream to not let herself nervously ramble out her insecurities. whether y/n notices that or not, something bothers her enough to let her lips stay sealed until she blurts out, “still, i’m sorry. i could have been more considerate of your feelings.”
“it’s okay, i like straightforward girls.”
straightforwardness. sooyoung meant to name a character trait, not to confess her adoration, even if it is pretty much obvious on its own at this point. sooyoung is staring wide-eyed into the table when y/n says, an obvious smile in her voice, “i like funny girls. and also smart, pretty cute…”
“you like a lot of girls, y/n.”
“lucky me, found them all in one you.”
the smile on sooyoung’s lips is so sudden. she abruptly turns to y/n to see her eat a spoon of yogurt nonchalantly, but smiling with her eyes. they look into each other’s eyes for a moment that for sooyoung feels like infinity. the girl in front of her is so different from that biker girl she met. from someone who brought her annoyance only–mainly because of sooyoung herself–to someone who ignites a spark of curiosity and excitement.
sooyoung thinks, if she has learnt something wise from her already, this will get only more interesting, right? she breathes out before she can talk herself out of it, “wanna go out some time?”
it’s so not like her, to ask somebody out. and it’s so not like y/n, to accept such a proposition from someone who, just a few days ago, did everything to annoy her. yet she says, “i’d love that,” with her whole sincere heart.
they go back to eating like just a moment before, until sooyoung giggles into her dessert. chaewon plops at her seat in front of them, “what are we laughing at?”
“nothing,” y/n and sooyoung say in unison, which makes soo laugh even more and lean into y/n’s shoulder to hide her face. chaewon rolls her eyes and starts talking to y/n about something when sooyoung brings herself up and, having admired y/n’s side profile, nods along like she’s a part of the conversation while thinking about their approaching date. that is, until y/n asks her something – and sooyoung is all red ears.
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a/n : thank you all so much for finishing this, lmk what you think!! also a bit nervous because it was my first time writing e2l hehe. as always, reblogs and comments will be appreciated. have a good one <;/3
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monochromer0ses · 2 years
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Giving GP!Yeojin Head For The First Time | Headcanons
requested: yes
original request by @jisuahh : First time giving g!p yeojin head??
group: loona
pairing: female reader x gp yeojin
genre: smut, a little fluff
contents: idol!au, gp!yeojin
warnings:
synopsis: headcanons on giving gp yeojin head for the first time
a/n: none
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you were fairly new into your relationship
so you hadn't done anything to sexual besides some innocent kissing and some heated make out sessions
it started to become clear that both of you wanted more from that aspect of your relationship
and of course you knew of Yeojin having a penis
it was one of the first things she had told you when your relationship started as she didn't want any sort of surprise or disgust if she told you later on
there was many things you had thought of doing with Yeojin
ranging from more innocent daydreaming to not so innocent wet dreams while you slept
and you could tell it was getting to Yeojin as well whenever you caught her staring at you with a bright blush on her face
so as a surprise you planned a romantic dinner one night filled with all of Yeojin's favorite foods as well as your own
it was the greatest date you had ever had with Yeojin so far and you were excited for it to get even better
after dinner you and Yeojin simply cuddled on the couch a little bit to let the food that you had just consumed settle before you gotten to the next step of your plan for the night
you figured making out a little would get the both of you worked up enough to take the next step
so after cuddling for quite a while, you would gently kiss Yeojin on the lips and take it from there
obviously it didn't take long for it to escalate from there with you rubbing your hand over Yeojin's thigh
as you felt Yeojin try to pull away
you quickly held onto her shirt to keep her in place
you gulped nervously before reaching down to run your hand over her cock
hearing her moan from the touch of you, made your breath hitch and your urge to feel her even higher
you pull back from the kiss and look her in the eye before getting onto your knees with no hesitation in front of the couch and in between Yeojin's legs
hearing the barely kept back moan Yeojin let out at the sight was enough for you to rise your hands up to her waistband and pull it down
you go slowly not wanting to rush the experience
you can tell Yeojin appreciates the slowness of it as she relaxes and helps you pull her pants down
your breathing grows heavier as you finally pull Yeojin's cock out of her underwear
Yeojin looks away and blushed heavily as she realizes you're staring at her
you smile as you catch the flustered look on your girlfriend's face
you reassure her as you wrap your hand around the base and slowly start pumping your hand up and down
Yeojin lets out a whimper at the feeling
the sound spurs you to place a single, shy kiss on the tip of her cock
she lets out a shaky breath as she tries hard not to jerk her hips forward
you let out a quiet giggle and place some more kisses to the side of her length
you can tell that Yeojin starts to get a little impatient as you continue to do nothing but kiss her cock
so you firmly lick the head of her cock, smirking at the whine that she lets out
you lick a line down on both sides before wrapping you lips around her cock
Yeojin's breathing is quickening even more and her hands are clenched into fists
you take a deep breath and flatten your tongue, pushing further down as you slowly take her cock into your mouth
Yeojin's knees shake slightly and she brings a hand up to bring a strand of hair behind your ear
you start lightly sucking and humming a little, only a little away from taking all of her cock into your mouth
as you press your nose into her abdomen, you sit there for a second looking up at Yeojin who blushes brightly as you make eye contact
you start bobbing up and down slightly, Yeojin letting out a few more whines and placing a hand on your head
you both blush as you continue and can hear the slurping sounds
Yeojin's hips jerk a little as she feels herself release
you smile after swallowing and push Yeojin back
"...thanks"
"pfft, you're so weird yeojinnie"
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bigbadwolfhye · 1 year
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Attention
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Thank you to @coldfanbou for the feedback and advices
This was an ask that was sent to @coldfanbou from an anonymous but I thought that I could do that ask and now here's a fluff for you all....hehe
After the successful World Tour of LOONA in North America and in Europe, you, all of the staff and the girls are all exhausted and tired from the tour
From the hotel room, you grab your backpack and went to the main lobby of the hotel to wait for the girls until they came out the elevator.
As you see Yves come out of the elevator, you hurriedly went and fetch her suitcase "Thank you" Yves said smiling.
"Just doing my job, Sooyoung-ah" you replied.
"Well, if that is your job, take my suitcase too!" Yeojin said trailing behind you.
"Yeah sure, let me handle that" you went to reach for the handle but Haseul blocked your hand from grabbing the handle.
"No, Oppa, let her drag her own suitcase" Haseul said with great diction staring at Yeojin.
"No, Haseul, taking care you guys are my job" you said.
Yeojin's face dropped into a frown, she did look really sad. You quickly grab Yeojin's suitcase.
"But—" Haseul was about to say something.
"If you say so..." Haseul smiles at you, "I might fall for you, Oppa" you smile back.
You looked behind you and saw Gowon, she was walking behind Haseul and Yeojin looking super sleepy "Still sleepy, Gowon?" you asked, she nodded.
You looked behind and saw Olivia Hye can be seen walking out the elevator, you slowed down your walk to match up her pace and walked next to her "You still sleepy from last night, Hyeju?" you asked her, she looks up at you "I'm fine, Oppa. I'll sleep in the plane later" she smiled. You remembered that you two kissed last night because after the tour, the whole crew and the girls came together to celebrate the completion of the world tour but Hyeju might not remember doing it because she was drunk when she kissed you.
You walk with her until you reached the waiting van "Go in, Hyeju. I'll put your suitcase in the back" you said.
"I think Gowon Unnie should go in first, she's asleep while standing" Olivia Hye points behind me, I looked behind me and saw Gowon almost falling backwards because she was sleeping while standing. You grabbed her and shook her up "Gowon-ah, go in now so you can sleep in the van a little" you said.
"Okay..." she nodded and sit on the seat next to the door.
Yves, Yeojin, and Haseul went inside the van first. You noticed that Gowon can't sleep because the door was still open since she was last to get inside and sat on the seat next to the door "Sooyoung-ah, can you switch seats with Gowon? She needs sleep right now" you told Yves.
"Oh, okay" Yves said as they switch seats.
"Thank you, Oppa" Gowon tiredly said as she caressed your arm before closing her eyes and going to sleep.
You bowed before saying goodbye "Bye guys" you said before closing the door. You didn't hesitate on wasting time as the van drove away, you were already walking back to the lobby with Olivia Hye where you found Jinsoul and Kim Lip sitting on the lobby sofas.
"Oppa, when is the next van coming?" Jinsoul stood up and asked.
"About a minute or two, Daeyong said he's on the way. He said there was traffic, that's why he's taking so long" you said.
"Aish, I shouldn't have drank so many beers last night! I'm so sleepy still!" Kim Lip yawned.
Looking at sleepy Kim Lip yawn made you yawn a bit and then took a neck pillow from inside your bag "Here" you passed it to Kim Lip.
"W-what's this for?" flustered, Kim Lip accepted the neck pillow and put it on.
"For you to take a nap, don't worry I'll wake you up when the next van arrives" you said
"Thanks" Kim Lip replied.
"Do you need something Jinsol?" you were confused because why is she staring at you and grinning.
"You like Kim Lip, right?" she asked straightforwardly
"What do you mean?" you were flustered by the direct question
"I mean, you take care of all of us but why does she always get a special service from you? "For you to take a nap, don't worry I'll wake you up when the next van arrives~" Isn't it obvious that you like her?" Jinsoul does make a point but you didn't have romantic feelings for Kim Lip, it's just a fatherly love, you felt like you need to take care of her ever since the Chicago incident.
"No, I don't like her like that. I'm your freaking manager Jinsol, I won't fall or be in love with any of you" you said as Jinsoul just nods.
"Oh! Hyeju-yah!" Jinsoul calls to Olivia Hye that is walking away and not stopping like she didn't hear Jinsoul called to her "That's weird, didn't she hear me? Nobody here is named Hyeju other than her" Jinsoul speaking facts.
You too were confused about why Olivia Hye is acting this way, so you ran to catch her "Hyeju" you grabbed her arm "What's wrong?" you asked, worried that something happened with her and another member.
Olivia Hye looked at you with starry eyes "When is the next van coming?" she asked pulling out her phone from her pocket.
"O-oh, well... It's c-coming, just t-taking time" you stuttered your way through that sentence.
"Ok, then. I'll wait here, go take care of the other members" she said looking at her phone.
"Are you mad or something? Did something happened? Tell me, I'm here to listen" you said placing your hand on her shoulder.
She swats your hand away "I'm fine, I think I just ate something that is bad last night" she said.
"Oh! You have stomach problems?" You opened your bag and pulled out a herbal medicine "Here, drink this. It'll make your stomach feel better" you said handing out the packet to her but she slapped it off your hand.
"I don't need your care" she said as she walks off.
You stare at her in disbelief of what just happened "Wha-what... What just h-happened?" you look at Olivia Hye's back walking away from you.
"Oppa? What happened?" Heejin walks closer to you with her suitcase followed by Hyunjin and Vivi with their suitcases
"Hyeju" you said.
"What's with her?" Hyunjin asked.
"She said... She said she doesn't need me" you said as you pick up the herbal medicine from the ground.
"Doesn't need you? Aren't you our manager?" Heejin pats your back.
"I'll talk to her, wait here Oppa" Vivi said before going to Olivia Hye that is seated next to Jinsoul and Kim Lip.
"I'll come with you Unnie" Hyunjin said following Vivi
You and Heejin talked while Vivi and Hyunjin went to Olivia Hye.
"It's okay, Oppa. Maybe she's not in the mood right now, talk to her later" Heejin said.
"I just don't understand why she said that, it's like last night didn't happen" you said reminiscing about last night.
"I think she's upset about last night. You did kind of stole her first kiss" Heejin crossed her arms while laughing.
"Hey guys! Good morning!" Choerry cheerfully skips down the lobby
You looked at the sunny sunshine walking towards you "Yerim-ah, can you lift up the mood?" Heejin said to Choerry.
"Why? What for?" Choerry paused in her tracks and replied.
"Oppa, tell her" Heejin pushed me to Choerry.
"Omo~ Are you gonna confess to me?" Choerry smiles brightly.
"No... It's Hyeju" you said while looking behind Choerry where Olivia Hye is.
"What about her? Omo~ You confessed to her, didn't you?" Choerry smiles more brightly while jumping in excitement.
You held to her shoulders to put her in place "Yerim-ah, listen. Hyeju..." he shakes his head "She said she doesn't need me but how could I not? It's my job" I said.
Choerry placed her hand on her chin and processed what you said "Hmmm... First of all, I thought it was going to be a big problem. Second, can't you just talk to her? She's literally right there" Choerry points behind her.
"I think we know the problem" Hyunjin said walking towards you with Vivi on her side.
"What? What did she say?" Your eyes lit up.
"She needs your attention, Oppa" Vivi said with a coy smile.
Confused you say, "What do you mean attention?"
"Oppa~"
A sudden force collides with you, feeling of love and warmth. Two arms wrapping around you, two hands tightly touching your back, her short hair hides her shy face but you can still see her beautiful face. Taken aback by her, all you could do was hug her back.
"Me, Oppa" her voice resonates inside your ears as she hugs you tighter "Give me attention" she said.
"H-hyeju..." you lift her up in happiness.
She looks up to you with her starry eyes while you look down at her "Please give me more attention, I know I'm being greedy right now but please" she begged.
"Okay, okay. I'll give you more attention... But why? Why do you need my attention, Hyeju-yah?" you said patting her head.
She looked to the left then to the right, she bit her lip before gaining courage but still hesitated. You look into her eyes like it's a staring contest, she hugged you again " I like you" she hid her face.
You smiled
You released the hug and lowered yourself down to match Olivia Hye's height and looked into her eyes "I'm not saying this just because you said you like me but..." you cupped her face with your two hands and kissed her, again "I love you too Hyeju"
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Not Friends | Jeong Jinsoul
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Mafia AU
Universe: Infinite possibilities
Car Thief Jinsoul x Assassin Reader
Warnings: Alcohol, mentions of illegal activities consistent with Mafia AUs.
Word Count: 2.1k
Genre: Fluff
Premise: Years had been shared between the two of you, long before she ran The Akira Slide, she was your car thief best friend. Long before the legend of Strider echoed through Tiger Clan halls, you were her awkward best friend.
Even on the roughest days, you'd be there for her.
It’s not often you find yourself dragged into the orbit of Jinsoul, at least not like this. Her gaze lingers over you with a drunken haziness. There’s the briefest glimmer of a smile, a joy so bright it competes with the blinding casino lights.
You slump into the chair opposite her with a tired yawn. Was this how she felt being at your beck and call at every hour of the day or night. 
“Does Lippie know you’re here?”
The question almost feels like an afterthought to her, responsibilities were nothing but a foreign concept to her alcohol addled brain.
She twists slightly under your gaze, “hm? I told her I had clan business to take care of.”
Her gaze lingers over the casino, the other patrons knew better than to sneak more than cursory glances at the two of you.
“Aren’t you gonna drink?”
You scoff, “and who would drive you home?”
Her jaw hangs open for the slightest moment, surprise etched into knotted eyebrows. A giggle trembles across her soft lips, a pointed thumb to the back rooms. "Rebel said I could crash here."
You roll your eyes, "what about your car?" 
"It'll be fine, plus I can always start a new project…" Her eyes twist over you, like a shade of colour in a monochrome world. 
It's a brief soft moment, wordless and drifting. You don't usually feel vulnerable or out of place but underneath the heat of her gaze it's impossible. 
Her eyes whisper like gentle fingers over each bump, each scratch and bruise. 
You were fine… You were always fine. Still, your suit was off kilter, messy and unprofessional. 
Unbecoming. 
You'd lost your tie in the midst of a struggle, an improvised weapon for a messy time. 
Better than the time you had to use a shoelace… or a straw for that matter.
"What about your car?" 
Suddenly everything feels normal again and there's a stone wall between the two of you. A smile bristles across your teeth. "At home, where else?" 
Her brow weighs heavy, lost in the touch of your words, "so you walked from?" 
"Construction site down on southside… One thing lead to another and I'm here."
That was a simple way to put it, she didn't need to hear about you playing magical cars. 
Or being implicated in a kidnapping attempt. 
Or having to settle a debt with the Han Mafia. 
Or having to fight Black Family. 
There is something slightly off kilter about her gaze, worn away by the abrasiveness of recent days. Still there's an almost ephemeral, haunting edge that lingers on the tip of your tongue. 
You can't quite place what it means, but it's almost a misplaced worry. 
There's a hesitance that bounces in her fingertips, as they dance ever close to your face. 
So close, yet so far out of reach. 
A gloved hand grips at her wrist, your gloved hand. You tug her tender reach away with a reaffirming squeeze, mustering the best smile you can. 
Bruised and bloodied. 
"I'm fine, really I am." 
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Only now do you feel the weary edge in your bones, heavy with the weight of sin. Still you hold her on your back, despite every complaint your muscles make and the rain that drips down your face, creeping into every fiber of your dress shirt. 
Your blazer a haphazard attempt at shielding her from the worst of it. 
Despite the chilling cool breeze of the night air and the encroaching dampness that pervades your clothes, there's a blazing unabating heat that sparks every nerve in your body. 
Your skin bristles as she nuzzles deeper into you, her soft lips whisper across the bare skin of your neck like the honey soaked kisses of a lover. 
Her hands snake into your dress shirt, dancing just shy of your collarbone in a desperate plea for warmth or grip. 
Regardless, your heart chokes and sputters under her electrifying touch, your mind dances coyly with thoughts un-had; better left un-had. 
You fight through every fibre of your aching tired flesh, slowly hauling the two of you up your stairs. The garage is almost an afterthought as her lips whisper over your neck again. 
A drunken hazy murmur. 
"When did you get so strong Stride?" 
A smirk-lined huff parts your lips, "probably, after the second body I had to clean up?" 
She nuzzles once again, the conversation makes it easier to focus, to ignore the sparks that fly at every caress. 
Still, you can't help but feel a frown pressed against your skin, an imprint of her lips. 
You pause in your strides, your muscles ache less than the worry that weighs against you. 
"Sorry."
"It's alright… I just realised you've changed a lot."
You haul her through your front door, dancing across wooden floorboards with a practised ease; avoiding every creaky board. Still your keys bang lightly against each other, as you do your best to shift them back into your pocket.
A delicate dance to avoid waking the living embodiment of chaos that was your dog; Doki the ever loveable rascal was an added weight of responsibility you didn’t need in this delicate moment.
Still, you pause as she slips ever so slightly, an aching groan of your biceps pulls her back into place.
"For the better I hope?" 
"Mm, yeah yeah of course," Despite her positive words, there's a disheartened weight to her words, melancholic and dry.
You slowly shift her weight off your back, placing her on your couch, a dull singular lamp light barely fights against the dark. 
There's an anxious pace to her eyes, as a frown paints its way across her lips. Only now, do you feel the void of air against your neck. 
You crouch down next to her, holding her gaze at eye level. 
"What's up?" 
"I-..." Her lips purse. "I miss how we used to be… Before all the mess."
"You mean before having to deal with Weaver and his lot?" 
The experience had affected you both differently, unsavory methods were your bread and butter after all. 
"Before Doki,” her features twitch, like each syllable is painful, “that's when you started changing."
Your features twitch and knit together begging for an elaboration. 
There's a decadence to behold in her hesitation. Unspoken words whisper at the edge of her lips just out of reach. Her eyes linger against yours twisting with turmoil. 
She releases a held breath. 
"Do you remember the nickname JK gave us when we first started?" 
You fail to see the relevance, yet you can see the waxing nostalgia that practically oozes from her lips.
"You were Carrot and I was Stick," you stretch your neck to the side. "Why?" 
It was lame, yet paradoxically cool. 
"We used to get paired up a lot huh?" there's a lingering reminiscent fog to her tongue, there’s a strange beauty to her caught in the basking flare of light. 
It was rare for her to not say what she thought.
"Well, yeah." It's as obvious as day to you. "Social situations aren't my strong suit, even Rose knows that."
"Aggressive negotiations are far from mine," there’s the slight quirk of a frown that tugs at the edge of her lips. "How is Rosie anyway?" 
A smirk lines your lips even as your eyes roll. 
"Annoying as ever, she keeps inviting me to social events to help me meet people."
You can't help but notice the way her grip tightens against a cushion, with an almost desperate strength to fight against escaping sand. 
A weird phenomena for sure, like an imposter that had taken the place of your best friend. 
She melts slightly under your narrowing gaze, perhaps she had more to drink than you thought?
“You have gotten more sociable lately.”
Her words almost feel wrong and unnatural, a foreign biting edge. You tilt your head to the side, trying to piece together what the hell was up with her. 
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
A deepening frown burns across her lips, a gust of wind in the form of a sigh, stressed and tensed like years of weight finally made apparent, it rattles against your bones.
“You used to need me.” 
You’d been through a lot in your years together in the clan, clashing blades, howling explosions and echoing bullets.
3am joyrides in a stolen car, laughter on the edge of her lips even as some bangs against the boot.
Nothing cuts or bites as deep as the twisted scorn and pain in her words. Your gloved hands grip at her calloused hands. A heart palpitating tension chokes at your core.
“Soul, you’re my best friend… I always need you.”
Even as the frown remains painted on her lips, you catch the slightest bloom of relief. Still, you realise you don’t hangout like you used to.
You adjust yourself, pulling yourself close to her even as she takes up all the couch. Your legs breathe a sigh of relief as you stretch, you lay your arm on her side brushing her bicep with a reassuring thumb.
She bristles slightly at your touch, even if the silence hangs in the air for what feels like centuries… It's comfortable.
“So… meet anyone lately?”
Her eyes roll with an annoyed smile, “who are you Rosie?”
Your hand clutches at your chest with an exaggerated grimace, "Hey now, I remember distinctly consoling someone whenever they had problems with their love life."
Tubs of ice cream and liquor had dotted your shared youth, lingering into the eves of young adulthood. 
She bites back a smile, another roll of her eyes. "I somehow remember scoring a date for my absolute loser of a friend with a certain wonderful lawyer." 
And she's been a wonderful asset ever since, even if a prickly thorn of curiosity when it comes to your love life. 
Someone would think you and Rose had never been lovers before. 
A laugh parts through your lips, a twisting jubilance gnashes at your teeth. “Your friend sounds like a catch.”
There’s the tiniest wiggle of her finger, tutting and taunting “I’m a catch.”
It’s almost habitual the way your hand interlocks against hers, a refusal. A cocky smirk lines your teeth, dances across your lips as you roll your eyes. 
“Yeah, sure you are chief.”
She pulls you closer with an annoyed grimace, a tight knit dance you’re unable to avoid, your muscles ache as you try to fight back. You catch the glimmer of her competitive edge glistening in her eyes, as you roll through a slow back and forth.
A smile tugs at your lips as your fingers crest her side, eliciting a barely hidden giggle as you tickle deep into her side.
A swift kick to your shoulder is your just reward as you crumple and roll, pulling your would-be assailant with you. Air echoes and sails from your chest as she lands on you with a thud.
Laughter bounces from her lips as a groan escapes yours. Her alcohol stained breath tickles your nose with ribbed jubilance, her hand still clutched, intertwined with yours. 
Her eyes linger against yours, a flash of surprise or perhaps even realisation as she inches closer, like she’s counting every individual eyelash, you can almost count each individual fleck of stardust lost in her eyes.
You hear the slightest creak of the floorboards, your senses honed to a razor-sharp edge. Yet they fade into nothingness as you hang on to every word.
There’s a hesitation, an anxiety that quivers on the edge of her lips as her lips purse.
“I know this might be dumb considering we’ve been friends for longer than I can remember…” her eyes narrow against yours, each beautiful individual fleck bounces with trepidation, gone was the hardened criminal, reduced to nothing but a hushed whisper.
The air is electric under her touch, as you hang on her silence, curiosity clawing at your chest and into your heart. 
“How come we never gave it a shot?”
You pop a smirk like you’d cock a gun or sharpen a knife, razor-sharp and witty. You lean dangerously close, a whisper away from her own features.
You fight desperately against a nervous dry gulp.
“Simple, you never asked.”
She devours you the moment the words leave your lips, leaving no moments for hesitation as her lips meld against yours. Your hands rake through her hair as you pull, tugging her closer with a hungry edge. 
It burns deep like a ravenous forest fire as her teeth bite against your bottom, searing her smile into every inch. The taste of honeyed sweet alcohol lingers on every inch of her lips, even if you could somehow get drunk off of her taste.
You knew it was her who was truly intoxicating.
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