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Gummy Butterflies and Glittery Hairclips | Son Hyeju (Olivia Hye)

a/n: this was a request and it was supposed to be a drabble but...i had too many ideas all at once. i'm really hoping i can start posting things again regularly and jumping back into writing more. i have a lot planned, not even just what's on my posting scheudle. so, i hope everyone sticks around to see what's to come! i hope you enjoy this, too, and let me know what you think or want next! :)

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“Are you even listening?” The question was sharp and pulled Hyeju out of her daydreams. Blinking rapidly, her head turned and she was faced with a disappointed-looking Yerim and two giggling girls, Chaewon and Yeojin. Hyeju slowly realized that Yerim must have been explaining something, otherwise her face wouldn’t look so pinched and annoyed. “What were you even staring at?”

“She was oogling the cheer squad again.” Chaewon whispered, earning a sharp jab from Yeojin and a glare from Hyeju. “What? I’m not wrong, am I? You’re always staring at them, Joo. The gay is absolutely oozing out of you when you stare.”

“I was not staring!” Hyeju tried to defend herself, but her blushing cheeks gave her away. Yerim could only sigh and hang her head.

“Moving on! You’re still coming with us to the party at Heejin’s house, right? This is the first time we’ve ever been invited and I don’t want to miss out.” Yerim launched into her spiel once more about matching outfits and getting the makeup right. Hyeju was half listening, her focus starting to land back on the cheer squad practicing not far from where the four of them sat. Chaewon hadn’t been lying when she claimed that Hyeju was staring, but it was a mystery as to just who she was staring at. They figured it was the squad as a whole, but Hyeju was only focused on one particular figure jumping around in a thin white tank top.

It was the girl that Hyeju had been secretly pining after since the third grade. The same girl who picked Hyeju to draw portraits of in fifth grade when no one wanted to work with the scary-looking girl. The same girl who played Juliet to Hyeju’s Romeo in their sophomore English class in high school and made Hyeju’s heart flutter. It was as if she really meant the words and heart eyes she had on while reading the lines directly to her. And it was now the same girl, the one Hyeju had known since they were kids, that was practicing her cheer moves for the first football game of the season for their university. Her name was Y/N, and it made Hyeju clam up and relax all at once to hear her soft voice and light laughter.

Just as she began to daydream about a life where they owned dogs together, Hyeju was smacked with a notebook. Jumping, her eyes were wide as they landed on Yerim, who was glaring once more.

“Just show up at my house on Saturday, Hyeju. We’ll take care of everything.” Yeojin giggled and they split up at the same time cheer practice ended. Hyeju lost sight of Y/N when she looked back, sighing and gathering her things to head to her dorm for a quick nap. She planned to get a good nap in before having to jump into assignments. She planned to get those done, at least as many as her brain could handle, and then relax with some food and a show she wanted to binge-watch. Which show should she watch tonight, she wondered as she adjusted to strap of her bag on her shoulder. She was entirely lost in her fantasy, her mind beginning to wander into the shows that she could show to Y/N once they adopted their third dog.

At least, that was the trajectory of her imagination until she ended up on her ass with people giggling at the unfortunate incident. She could see one of her notebooks splayed out with the handouts laying everywhere across the concrete. Hyeju only blinked at the mess, her eyebrows furrowing deeply as she looked to the other person involved. And she really was going to lay into their ass, truly. Hyeju did not have the ultimate resting bitch face for nothing. She was intimidating and scary and she would be damned if she let this person get away with hindering her progress to a nice nap.

“What the fuck? Watch where you’re-”

“I am so sorry! I totally wasn’t paying attention, completely my fault!” It was the soft voice that silenced Hyeju completely and when her eyes landed on the other person that was scrambling to gather what Hyeju had dropped before focusing on gathering her things, she realized just who had run into her. “I’m such an airhead! I was staring at the trees and was thinking about what plants I could find at the garden center tomorrow when I went and I wasn’t looking where I was going. I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” Y/N held the notebook tightly to her chest, leaning close to Hyeju’s face before her mouth formed a small ‘o’ shape and she was smiling. “Wait, Hyeju? Is that you?”

“O-Oh, Y/N. Nice to see you again. How have you been?” Hyeju tried to be nonchalant, totally scrambling to get up on her feet once she noticed Y/N doing the same. Standing up so close to one another, Hyeju nearly groaned at the height difference. She was so small, it was so cute. If she just wrapped her arms around Y/N and held her tightly her face would be all smooshed up against-

“I’ve been good! Just super busy with practices and stuff for the cheer squad. And my classes, of course! What about you? I haven’t seen you in a while but you don’t look much different. Still beautiful as always.” Y/N giggled and if Hyeju didn’t know her, she would’ve thought she was flirting. The sad truth, that left a bittersweet smile on her face, was that Y/N was always overly friendly like that. She always threw compliments around and Hyeju knew that she shouldn’t take it that much to heart. Y/N was by no means a bitch and never meant her kind words, but Hyeju knew better than to think it was an invitation to flirt.

Hyeju nodded, affirming she’d been well, too. It grew silent between them, the conversation running dry and Hyeju began to panic for a moment. She didn’t want to leave Y/N so soon, her nap completely disappearing from her mind now. She cursed her awkward and introverted nature in providing adequate conversation skills when Y/N cleared her throat.

“Are you going to be at the game this Saturday?” Y/N suddenly asked, her cheeks looking flushed but Hyeju was convinced it was just from practice. There was no way they could look so perfectly pink from asking if Hyeju would be at the game. It was the wind, though Hyeju just noticed that it wasn’t really windy at all after she thought of it. “It’ll be my first game on the squad! Would be great to see a familiar face in the crowd and all.”

Normally, Hyeju would never be caught dead at such an event. Sports were a mortal enemy to her and she could never understand the hype for them. Yet, she found herself quickly nodding in response and smiling so big, Hyeju knew her smile looked fake and so cheesy. “Of course, I’m going! Sports are super cool and I can’t wait to see you out there! You’ll do great, of course.” Hyeju chuckled nervously, and she was thankful that Y/N didn’t catch on to it. Instead, Y/N thanked her and had to run so Hyeju was left to her own company much sooner than she wanted.

“What is wrong with me? ‘Sports are super cool’? I think I need a drink instead of a nap.” Hyeju made a disgusted face before pulling her bag tighter to her body and heading off to her dorm for her nap or a drink, whichever found her first.

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Music thumped softly in the background as chatter filled the air of the nature-filled bedroom. Yerim’s room was always calming, a perfect setting for studying and for getting ready for parties. Hyeju always loved sitting in Yerim’s room and just enjoying the atmosphere it gave off. She just wished it could distract her thoughts from a certain cheerleader. She hadn’t gone to the game like she’d promised Y/N she would, so she felt a little guilty about that. Not enough to be crying and seeking out forgiveness, because she genuinely hated sports. It was enough, though, to have her mind completely occupied by the cute cheerleader in her uniform possibly looking for her among the crowd.

Her thoughts were running in all directions until a soft click on the side of Hyeju’s head brought her attention back to the present. Chaewon’s face appeared in the mirror that Hyeju had been sitting in front of for the past twenty minutes. Chaewon backed away from Hyeju, looking proud of her creation. “You’re finished! A masterpiece, I must admit.”

She grabbed a smaller mirror to hand to her impromptu client and Hyeju had to admit as she looked at her hair, she looked damn good. Combining Yerim’s makeup skills, Yeojin’s fashion expertise, and Chaewon’s magic hands when it came to hair, Hyeju was looking quite delicious. She continued to examine herself for a few seconds longer before her eyes caught a glint in the mirror’s reflection. “Are these glitter clips?”

“Duh! Need something to offset the totally spooked-out outfit you’re wearing. Can’t have you looking too scary to approach. Plus, they’re super cute!” Chaewon gave a tiny shrug and skipped off to get her makeup done.

Looking back in the mirror, Hyeju lightly touched the light pink and white glittery clips adorning her hair. They did look pretty cute. In all honesty, they didn’t stand out like some garish accessory. They fit with her outfit, in a weird way. With a shrug of her own, she turned from the mirror to head to the kitchen. Yeojin was already in the kitchen, pulling out the different ingredients for the pregame drinks that Hyeju was in charge of making. That was her role for party prep sessions. Yeojin picks out the outfits, Yerim does the makeup, Chaewon does the hair, and Hyeju makes the fun juice concoctions that make them all fuzzy and warm. Her mixes were pretty lethal, too, though they weren’t anything worse than what they would probably find at the party.

“Hyeju! Guess what I heard.” Yeojin sang with a little smirk as she leaned on the counter next to Hyeju’s mixing station. Hyeju only gave her a grunt, deciding to focus on her sole job of pregame drinks versus whatever news Yeojin was going to give. Most of the time, Yeojin’s gossip snippets were dumb and meant nothing. Hyeju couldn’t care less about them; that was most days. This week, however, seemed to be different. “I heard that the cheer squad was coming to celebrate their first performance going well. We lost the game, but they’re still celebrating, it seems.”

The bottle that Hyeju had been holding slipped from her hand and landed in the bowl below. Yeojin gasped and Hyeju gripped the edges of the bowl for dear life until things steadied out. The silence that followed was deafening and Yeojin said a quick prayer for her life as Hyeju turned to glare at her. “The whole cheer squad?”

“The whole cheer squad.” Yeojin confirmed. She watched Hyeju with worried eyes as the older girl looked back to the bowl and picked up the half-emptied bottle. Without another word, Hyeju lifted the bottle to her lips and took a giant gulp of the alcohol that sloshed inside before continuing to pour it into the bowl. “Joo? Are you okay?”

“Just dandy, Yeojin. Perfectly peachy.” She hoped that Yeojin could tell she was being sarcastic. Luckily, Yeojin didn’t push anything further and even left the room to find the others. She was probably scared, but Hyeju couldn’t find it in her to care that she potentially freaked out her friend. Hyeju sighed and tried to focus on the drink mixing.

Of course, she’d told the others what had happened after they left the other day. And how Hyeju had run into Y/N again the next day at Hyeju’s favorite fast-food restaurant. And the day after that, when Yerim and Hyeju went plant shopping for Yerim’s next plant baby. Y/N was looking at plants at the same store as them. It seemed like every day through the week they had run into one another. Now, Hyeju didn’t believe in cosmic signs, not usually, at least. But, as she finished mixing the pregame drink for the night and serving cups for the other girls, she had to admit that perhaps the universe was trying to say something important.

Instead of focusing on it, however, Hyeju ignored it and instead, made it her silent goal to get as drunk as possible. She wanted to forget the week and no one was going to stop her. No one but Yerim whined about it but, even Yerim forgot her warnings as soon as the four of them entered the large party that was spilling out onto several lawns. The music was loud and with the pregame drinks already buzzing through Hyeju’s system, it wasn’t too many drinks later when she was dancing on the designated dance floor fuzzy and swaying to the thumping music. Chaewon was dancing with her, the two of them giggling and enjoying themselves in the suffocating heat of the room. It was a short-lived moment, though, as Chaewon eventually was swept up by some frat guy wanting something far more intimate than Hyeju needed to know the details about. She knew that Chaewon would give the details later, anyway, much to everyone’s dismay.

Making her way through the sea of bodies after being ditched, Hyeju stumbled into the kitchen for another drink. She wanted something strong, so she clumsily mixed several of the big bottles sitting around before heading out into the backyard of the house. There were fewer people out there, gathered around a fire that wasn’t really necessary in the still warm weather. Hyeju passed the small group and stumbled her way to a secluded swing in the back that no one else was near. She could see the stars from there and they entertained her for some time before she felt the swing move. “Hey! I’m sitting here and didn’t say that anyone could join me-”

“I thought I could keep you company. You looked really lonely over here by yourself, Hyeju.” Blinking several times, Hyeju stared past the drunk haze clouding her vision to see a flushed Y/N beside her. She had a cup in her hand, too, but it looked empty. Y/N noticed Hyeju staring at the cup and she laughed nervously. “I-It’s not alcohol...anymore! I switched it out for water. One was enough for me!”

“You’re actually here.” Hyeju blurted out, still staring like Y/N had two heads instead of just one. Maybe it was the blurred vision adding the second head. It was still beautiful like the first. Either way, Hyeju gulped and shook her head to fix her vision. “I mean, I heard you would be here but I wasn’t sure if you really would be, you know?”

“Well, of course, I came! I heard you were going to be here, too, so I had to come and see you, Hyeju.” In the low light, Hyeju couldn’t tell if Y/N’s flushed cheeks were just leftover from whatever she’d drank or if she was blushing. Either way, it was cute and Hyeju couldn’t stop herself from saying so out loud.

“That’s so cute. You’re so cute, Y/N.” The soft sigh left her mouth and it took a few seconds of Y/N staring at her with wide eyes to realize what she’d just said out loud. Hyeju’s mouth fell open and all that could come out was random sounds and grunts trying to refute the statement. Hyeju wanted to suck it back into her mind, to take it out of the space that she released it into.

Y/N squeaked and finally, Hyeju was lifted from her trance. “Y-You really mean that, Hyeju? You think I’m cute?” It made her heart hurt, seeing Y/N look so shy and soft. She wanted to know where she could sign up to see this every day, every minute for the rest of her life. For some reason, marriage didn’t seem solid enough for what she was wanting at that exact moment.

“I do, yeah. Always thought you were cute.” Hyeju shrugged and threw caution to the wind as the alcohol roared through her body. When she sobered up, she’d regret every word that slurred out of her mouth but right now, she needed Y/N to know what her heart had been screaming for years. “I’ve really liked you since we were like, eight or nine.”

“That long?” Y/N gasped softly, leaning forward on the swing she was sitting on. Her eyes were trained on the grass in front of them, not on Hyeju, so the latter couldn’t figure out what her face looked like. Was it good news? Bad? It sounded like it was a good thing, but Hyeju began to chew on her lip as silence slipped in between them like a gross, slimy worm. As the anxiety built up inside her, she registered Y/N moving closer to her side. “You’ve really liked little old me that long?”

Hyeju watched her get closer on her swing, her cheeks blazing red in the darkness like two little night lights. For once, she was thankful that it seemed Y/N couldn’t notice the blush blooming on her own cheeks. Gulping down some cold air, Hyeju nodded and she felt her heart speed up like crazy at the sight of Y/N’s eyes lighting up. “I really have liked you that long. Every day you seemed to make my heart go crazier and crazier.” Hyeju nervously laughed and when she felt Y/N’s thigh lightly touch her own, she froze up completely. “I’ve always fantasized about kissing you; ever since we played Romeo and Juliet in our freshman English class back in high school, I’ve pictured it.”

The darkness of night, Hyeju quickly picked up on, was annoying at this point since she couldn’t tell what Y/N was doing. All she could make out was moving blobs and the alcohol wasn’t helping her discern which shapes were what. In the next moment, however, she didn’t need the light to figure out what was happening. Hyeju felt a soft object press against her cheek. It was slightly sticky, making Hyeju’s body ignite when she registered it was lipgloss. Y/N’s cherry lipgloss she’d been using since the end of middle school. Y/N’s lipgloss. That meant Y/N had kissed her cheek. If this were a cartoon, Hyeju knew that for sure smoke would be pouring out of her ears.

“I-I know that’s not what you fantasized about, probably. I know it’s not what I’ve thought about over and over again, but I want to save our actual first kiss for a date. Where we’re soberer…” Y/N explained, and Hyeju wanted to melt at how cute and small she sounded. The moment she felt Y/N’s fingers prodding at her hand, Hyeju scooped it up and interlocked their fingers without a second thought. A soft giggle erupted from Y/N and Hyeju smiled as true happiness erupted through her. “If that’s something you’d want-”

“Yes. Yes, I would, god yes.” Hyeju groaned and squeezed the other girl’s hand before sighing in contentment. “It would be an honor to go on a date with you, Y/N, you have no idea.” Hyeju laughed lightly and relaxed more on her swing. It was comfortably silent for a few minutes afterward, nothing more about a date being said between them. Hyeju didn’t need anything else said, just knowing that Y/N wanted to go on one with her was enough to give her happiness for a decade. Hyeju wanted to properly ask Y/N out on a date once they were both sober, anyway.

Feeling Y/N’s hand slip from her own, Hyeju didn’t think anything of it until she felt light touches on the top of her head. “These are so pretty.” She felt Y/N’s breath against her forehead, her cheeks heating up and then Hyeju realized her clips were being investigated. Poking at the other one Y/N wasn’t looking at, Hyeju chuckled while Y/N oogled over the tiny clips. “Do you mind if I play with your hair, Joo? I like these clips a lot but I wanna play with it. It always looks so pretty.”

She couldn’t say no, even if she wanted to but that wasn’t reality in any universe. Nodding once, Y/N gave a little cheer before carding her fingers in Hyeju’s hair. The clips left her hair one by one, slipping into Y/N’s pocket from what Hyeju could see through the dark. That was the least important thing on her mind, honestly. She was more focused on Y/N slowly brushing her hair with her fingers. Closing her eyes and leaning against Y/N’s body, Hyeju let the other play around with her hair for what felt like hours. Time didn’t exist when they were together and Hyeju would’ve let Y/N do anything to her in the time they were together. Feeling a light pat on her head, though, brought Hyeju out of a trance and she could see Y/N standing in front of her again.

“I haven’t seen your hair in a braid before, so I braided it. You look so beautiful.” Y/N softly spoke, letting her fingers trail down from Hyeju’s hair to her cheek to brush against the soft skin lightly. It was driving her crazy and standing up, Hyeju gently cupped Y/N’s cheek with her hand. Her eyes studied Y/N’s face close up, trying to memorize each little freckle and bump on her skin. Looking into Y/N’s eyes after a few moments, Hyeju opened her mouth to begin an apology to the girl for ruining their first kiss so soon, because God, did she want to kiss her so badly right then and there. Unfortunately, the moment was ruined at the sound of Y/N’s name being called. Y/N had her attention stolen from Hyeju and the cheerleader looked back at Hyeju sheepishly once she confirmed who it was. “I think I gotta go, Joo. I’m sorry.” Without wasting another moment, Y/N lightly kissed Hyeju’s cheek again and ran off toward the thumping party. The same party Hyeju almost forgot the two of them were at. Hyeju sighed as she sat back down on the swing, wishing their moment together could have lasted longer. She wanted to hold Y/N closer to her body just a little longer, to kiss her just a little more.

Shortly after Y/N had left her, Hyeju was being sought out and dragged out of the party to head home with her drunk and giggling friends. Just as predicted, Chaewon was relaying the experience of the frat boy, which apparently went so very wrong. Everyone was laughing as they walked, except the very distracted and distraught Hyeju. Noticing this shift in demeanor, Yeojin squinted at Hyeju’s face. “Joo? What were you up to? Yerim said you were outside in the backyard?” All eyes landed on Hyeju and with a shrug, she kept her own eyes forward and off her friends. Telling them what had happened wouldn’t be worth it, she decided. Nothing of huge importance happened and they would only begin to bug her about setting up a date if she told them.

“Just needed some fresh air. That party was really stuffy.” Hyeju revealed and it was satisfying enough for her friends. She thanked the heavens they were drunk off their asses, as well. She wanted to keep her meeting with Y/N to herself for a little while longer and let her drunk fantasy play out further on the walk home.

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Monday had come before anybody was really ready for it. Classes were in session again and Hyeju found it too hard to focus on them when she had a whole mutual crush out there just existing. A smile formed on her face as she stared at the leaves on the trees outside of the window way more than usual, daydreaming about what could be. It didn’t go unnoticed in the following weeks after the party, her friends were slowly beginning to pick up on her weird behavior.

“Hey, Joo, what’s up with you?” Chaewon dropped her pen in her textbook one day they were studying in the library after the party had passed. Hyeju had been staring out at something through the window for a solid ten minutes. It was beginning to be a little weird even for her. “You’ve been acting so weird lately. Ever since that party a few weeks ago. What’s going on?”

“Huh? Nothing, I’m fine.” Hyeju shrugged it off, looking back to her work with furrowed brows, trying to pretend like she hadn’t been daydreaming about Y/N again. Chaewon said nothing else, just watching her friend for a minute before her brain started turning cogs. Something happened at the party, but she didn’t know what. Was it something bad? Maybe, if she wasn’t telling anyone. But then again, Hyeju was weird and didn’t even share the good things. Chaewon would have to consult the other two on this matter when they had a chance. Which came sooner than she thought, as Hyeju left for the bathroom a few minutes later. As soon as Chaewon was able to talk to them alone, she huffed and launched into her idea. “I think something happened to Hyeju at the party a few weeks ago. She’s been acting way more closed off than usual.”

“Oh, no. Do you think one of the frat guys touched her or something…” Yeojin bit her lip nervously at the idea, but Yerim pushed her over and off the chair she was sitting on in the library. “Hey! It is a legitimate concern.” Yeojin whined as she defended herself but Yerim only shushed her, eyes wide and focused on something in the distance. Chaewon and Yeojin were confused, following Yerim’s stare across the library to the source of her shock. Their eyes landed on Y/N, though that wasn’t the thing that had Yerim’s mouth falling open. A glint in her hair was what caught the girls’ attention and upon staring for a few seconds longer, gasps erupted from Yeojin and Chaewon. “No fucking–”

“Are those my hair clips?” Chaewon whisper yelled to the other two sitting right next to her. With confirming nods, Chaewon’s eyes narrowed on the girl laughing in the distance, the dots connecting before she gasped again. It had to be what happened, and looking at the other two, Chaewon’s shock grew into a mischievous smile. “I know exactly what happened.” The other two girls leaned closer to hear her ideas, and as Chaewon opened her mouth to relay her mental gymnastics to reach her conclusion, Hyeju was back.

“What are you guys doing? You look like drug dealers in a meeting.” The comment was spoken in a slight huff as Hyeju sat down, wiggling and getting comfortable once again in her seat. The other three simply stared in silence, blinking and looking between Hyeju and the distant Y/N still standing and talking animatedly with her friend. When Hyeju looked up from her book again to see them staring, her eyes grew wide in confusion. “What? Is something on my face?”

“Holy shit! You fucked Y/N, didn’t you?” Yeojin blurted out loud, gaining the attention of several people around them trying to study peacefully. Hyeju’s face instantly became red as she stared at her friend in shock. In the distance, unbeknownst to Hyeju, Y/N turned with a small pout in confusion at the sound of her name being spoken from far away. Searching the tables and chairs scattered through the library, her eyes finally landed on the trio still huddled together, sitting across from someone that Y/N knew anywhere, even from the back of her head. Saying goodbye to the person she was talking to, she began walking toward the table and the trio began to scramble and collect themselves. “Oh, fuck, I didn’t think I was that loud–”

“God, Yeojin, you dumbass. You need to learn to shut the fuck up.”

“Now she’s coming to rip into us or cry or something and then Hyeju will kill us.”

“Who–” Hyeju stared at her friends with furrowed brows and began to turn around to see who they were staring at, but she was stopped as two arms wrapped around her shoulders from behind. She didn’t have to look, now, to see who was hugging her so tight. Reaching up and patting one of the arms lightly and blushing, Hyeju finally turned around to look up at the girl in question. “Y/N! I didn’t know you were here today.”

“I came to work on a group project! We just finished, actually. Are you working on stuff, too?” Y/N smiled warmly at Hyeju, sucking the latter into a world where just the two of them existed. Yerim, Yeojin, and Chaewon simply watched in shock as Hyeju and Y/N talked animatedly about classwork. The conversation ended sooner than Hyeju had really wanted if her face said anything, but she didn’t stop Y/N from leaving. With a wave, Hyeju watched Y/N walk away like a puppy watching her owner leave her.

Deciding to take matters into her hands for the better, Yeojin decided to use her loud mouth for good. Standing up, she cupped her hands around her mouth and called for Y/N again. Hyeju’s head whipped around, eyes wide and cheeks dark red in embarrassment. Y/N stopped walking and looked back at Yeojin with a smile, not moving from where she stood. “Do you want to go to a movie with Hyeju this Friday? 4:00 pm sound good?”

“What are you doing?” Hyeju hissed at Yeojin, glaring at her as she tried to hide her face from the other people staring. Y/N, however, was blushing happily and nodded with a little thumbs up. Chaewon and Yerim sighed in relief as Yeojin laughed and held up her own thumbs up. “Cool! She’ll come and pick you up, then!” Sitting back down, she wore a proud smile in the face of Hyeju’s burning anger toward her, deciding that acting nonchalant about it was better than cowering at the daggers being thrown her way. “There, now you have a date!”

“I hate you.” Hyeju huffed and slowly felt safe enough to sit up completely. Returning to their work separately, silence slipped in and things felt calm once again before Hyeju whispered softly just for the three of them to hear. “And no, we didn’t fuck. She just played with my hair and kissed my cheek.”

“Those clips look better on her, anyway.” Yeojin mumbled back, earning a kick from Yerim as Chaewon giggled. Hyeju could only sigh, trying not to explode from the impending doom that a date meant. A movie wasn’t the worst first date that she could think to take Y/N on. At least they could hold hands in the dark while they watched whatever was on and if it was scary, she could protect Y/N from the monsters on the screen. She didn’t even know if any horror movies were out, but she ignored that fact and focused on how her hand would feel touching Y/N’s waist to hold her close.

Floating off into her daydreams again, the other three couldn’t help but feel a weight slip off their shoulders. Seeing Hyeju this happy was strange but far better than her longing puppy stares. A celebration in Yeojin’s honor for setting them up finally was in order later, without Hyeju, of course.

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Looking up at the large apartment building, Hyeju leaned against the side of her car with her hands in her pockets. To an outsider, she looked like a fierce, mysterious person that had an interesting back story. In reality, she was a nervous wreck, fiddling around with her keys in one pocket and her debit card in the other. She had texted Y/N that she was on her way, the latter sending back a bunch of cute emojis in response. Another text was sent when she arrived, and ever since, she’d been standing outside her car, waiting. Hyeju hadn’t been waiting very long, honestly, so she wasn’t mad when Y/N finally came running out the door to the building. Not that she would be mad under any other circumstances, because it was Y/N and she deserved all the time she wanted to get ready. Running up to Hyeju, Y/N wrapped her arms around the stoic girl and giggled sweetly when Hyeju hugged her back. Hyeju could just about melt but kept her cool as Y/N pulled back and Hyeju could see the glittery butterflies adorning her hair.

“I’m sorry it took me a while to get down here. I was making sure my roommate knew when exactly to feed my turtle and what to feed him.” Y/N explained but Hyeju brushed it off, assuring her that it was no big deal at all. Silence awkwardly fell between them and when Hyeju realized she was just staring, she cleared her throat and smiled sheepishly.

“Y-You look fantastic! So beautiful, Y/N.”

“I think you look absolutely gorgeous, too, Joo.” Y/N smiled and Hyeju felt her heart do all kinds of leaps in her chest. Laughing nervously and looking down at her feet, Hyeju stepped away from the side of the car and opened the passenger side for Y/N. She watched Y/N climb in and once she was securely in the car, Hyeju closed the door and ran around to her side of the car. “Do you know what movie you want to see? I have no idea what’s even out right now.”

“I was thinking of this cute romance movie that just came out!” Y/N gasped and began to gush about it as Hyeju buckled into her seat, making sure Y/N was buckled into her seat, too. Her brows furrowed as she started the car and started to drive to the theater. “It’s supposed to be a historical fiction type of romance! The only downside is that it’s straight people, so the romance is a little too cheesy sometimes.”

Listening to her ramble about the movie, soon moving on to books she was reading and the poems that she liked to read over and over again, to the plants that she named, Hyeju couldn’t be happier. Her smile was permanent on her face the whole time she listened to her talk, and she couldn’t help but feel like being anywhere but right where she was must be hell on Earth. Because Y/N was the angel she always felt drawn to and that car was heaven. Parking the car once they arrived, Y/N excitedly unbuckled herself and made to open her door before Hyeju shouted at the movement.

“Wait!” Bolting out of her seat once she was unbuckled and the car was off, Hyeju ran around the car to Y/N’s door. Dusting herself off once she was in position, Hyeju carefully opened the door with a bow and a smile. “My lady, we have arrived.”

“Oh, my gosh, Joo! You don’t have to open doors for me.” Y/N blushed as she climbed out of the car, shuffling out of the way before adjusting the skirt she had on. Hyeju only smile at her when she looked at her, head shaking in disagreement.

“I have to! You’re my date and I intend on treating you properly.” Holding her hand out for Y/N, Hyeju held it gently when she placed it in her own and led her date to the doors, holding those open, too. Hyeju even paid for their tickets when they reached the booth, much to YN’s dismay. When they stepped further into the lobby, they watched the boards to let them know when they could start seating in the theater. Deciding to wait as the theater is being cleaned, the pair sat down at a little table, facing each other with shy smiles. Hyeju eventually began to look around, noticing the snack counter across the way. “Should we get some snacks? I kind of want some popcorn or something.”

“Snacks for sure!” Y/N gasped softly, quickly turning to look at where Hyeju was looking. Hopping up quickly, she stuck her hand out to Hyeju, smiling widely at her date. “I’ll pay for those.” Y/N insisted and pouted at Hyeju as the latter slowly opened her mouth to protest Y/N spending any money on this date. Eventually, she agreed and Y/N grabbed her hand to drag her up to the snack counter. Hyeju pouted the whole time until she had a popcorn container in one hand and her favorite drink in the other. She was so focused on dousing her popcorn in butter, she almost didn’t see Y/N come up next to her to douse her own popcorn in butter. When she was satisfied, Hyeju stepped away and watched Y/N fix her popcorn up, noticing the other items in her hand.

“What did you get to drink?” Hyeju motioned to the drink as they finally made their way to the theater. When no reply came, Hyeju gave her a confused look until she noticed Y/N’s mouth was full of popcorn. She playfully rolled her eyes and the pair found a seat in the now clean and still mostly lit theater. “You like your popcorn that much?”

“Yes! I really like it. And I got some lemonade with these gummies!” Once they were seated, Y/N carefully set things down before holding out the box for Hyeju to see. A small frown appeared on her face as she eyed the candy, a brow-raising when she looked to her date with some doubt.

“Butterfly gummies?”

“They’re so good! They’re my favorite. I got two boxes.” Y/N quickly produced the second box, slowly blushing as she looked down at the drawings of butterflies on the outside. “I wanted to share some with you if you wanted some. I know sometimes people don’t like candy–”

“I would love some, cutie.” Hyeju beamed when she noticed Y/N blush more, holding her hand open for some gummies. Y/N dumped some into her hand and soon, the lights were dimming for the start of the commercials. Hyeju didn’t usually eat candy like this, finding it annoying when it stuck to her teeth, but it was actually better than she thought. It was only a plus that it happened to be Y/N’s favorite candy. It was hard to focus on the movie with Hyeju’s thoughts constantly going back to the fact that her long-time crush was sitting right next to her. And she was holding her hand the whole time, shortly starting sometime after the lights went off. She also wasn’t planning on having the movie make her cry either, but toward the end, she was gently taking tissues that Y/N was offering.

When they stepped out of the theater, letting the cool evening breeze blow through their hair, Y/N stretched as Hyeju dabbed at her eyes. “That was a lot better than I thought it would be! I really liked it.” Y/N commented and looked at Hyeju, giggling when she saw her date still dabbing at her eyes. “I guess you liked it?”

“It was really good, better than I thought, too. You picked a really good one!” Hyeju wrapped her arm around Y/N’s shoulders and pulled her close to her side, almost humming happily at how close they were as they walked back to Hyeju’s car. It fell silent when they got in, the whole ride back to Y/N’s apartment being quiet as both occupants were occupied with their own thoughts. Nothing was really said until Hyeju was parking her car outside Y/N’s building and getting out to open her door. “I really had a good time, even though all we did was watch a movie.”

“I really liked it, though. It was so nice to just be with you.” Y/N spoke softly and looked away from Hyeju shyly, swaying slightly as they stood there. “I’d really like to do it again sometime if you want to–”

“I’d love to go out again, really soon.” Without letting Y/N finish, Hyeju jumped at the chance to confirm a second date, smiling as Y/N giggled. The two fell silent once again and Hyeju felt her heart begin to speed up with the silence. Reaching out, Hyeju gently cupped Y/N’s cheeks and smiled as she leaned close, kissing her lips so softly it almost felt like she was kissing a cloud. After a few seconds, Hyeju pulled away and let her hands fall from Y/N’s face. “Thank you for going out with me. I hope you have a really good night.”

“Thank you for taking me out, Joo. You’re really adorable, you know that?” Biting her lip slightly, she tried to fight the huge smile making its way onto her face as Hyeju blushed profusely. “Make sure to text me when you get home, okay?” Y/N stared at Hyeju until she nodded, nodding herself before taking a few steps back from her date. “Goodnight, Joo. Sweet dreams.” She giggled one last time before turning and walking inside her building. When Hyeju saw her disappear inside, she let out a huge breath and smiled like she was crazy, feeling her entire body tingle with excitement. The whole drive back to her dorm was nothing but Y/N and how Hyeju couldn’t wait to go on another date with her cheerleader girlfriend.

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Lost and Found | Irene

a/n: this was a request from this anon and it took me a while i’m so sorry! school really took a lot out of me and so i wasn’t able to do much of anything. but i tried to do this justice and i hope you enjoy it still! i know it’s short and i’m sorry for that, jumping back into writing longer pieces might take a bit but i’ll try!

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word count: 1,999 words

TW: MENTIONS OF BLOOD AND GUNS

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Irene’s eyebrows were knitted together as the sun peeked through her curtains and reached across her carpeted floor toward her door. Which, she noted, had not been opened at any point during the night. At least, not that she was aware of but surely she would have heard it open and heard the shuffling of a certain person. The covers hadn’t been lifted, either, and the other side of the bed remained colder than usual. The worry began to smack into Irene like waves coming onto shore at a beach as she carefully got up and quickly dressed for the day.

She was distracted, so much so that even her subordinates were noticing her dazed expressions and half-baked orders. Irene was lost and no one could figure out why until Seulgi asked a fateful question that set Irene off. “Hey, Bae, have you seen Y/N? She didn’t hand in the data from the most recent trades done with Loona and I need those so I can get--” It was a simple question, a harmless one in theory, and Seulgi wasn’t the one being targeted with Irene’s mounting fury and concern. She just wasn’t looking at logistics here when it came to blame.

“Of course I haven’t seen her! I don’t know where she is, it seems no one really gives a shit, either!” Irene seethes and several bodies flinch at the sound her fists make slamming into the conference table currently in the room. Seulgi frowned, looking at Joy and Wendy for some kind of answer, but both girls shrugged as they watched their boss begin to pace. “It wasn’t that big of a disagreement, she wouldn’t leave me over something so small, would she?”

“Did you and Y/N fight, or something?” Wendy tried, shrinking back slightly when Irene’s furious glare landed on her frame. It was only for a few seconds, Wendy’s eyes locking onto her leader’s until the latter broke eye contact with a sigh. She slumped into her chair, finally, and with a wave of her hand, the lower rung people scattered out of the conference room. They would rather be far away from Irene if she was about to explode.

“We had a disagreement.” Irene finally clarified when the door clicked closed after the last person left the room. Opening her eyes, Irene looked far younger with the pout gracing her features than she had with the glare a few moments prior. “Y/N was upset that I was insisting her take a bodyguard with her when she goes out. She kept talking about wanting freedom and I kept arguing about recent issues with the GOT7 mafia and how I just wanted to make sure she was safe. Eventually, after yelling for so long, Y/N decided to go out for a drive and she never came back last night.”

The room was silent when Irene slumped onto the table, her hair splaying across the countless papers scattered over the surface. The other girls looked at one another, confused on how to approach this without upsetting Irene further. They didn’t think it was her fault, necessarily, but they didn’t want to accidentally insinuate it to their boss, either.

“Do you think the GOT7 mafia took her as some kind of revenge, then?” Joy suggested, wincing a little when Irene sat back up in her seat and slammed her fists onto the table once more.

“They probably kidnapped her! Took her and locked her up somewhere for information on us. Not that she has any, but that would mean she could be killed!” Irene shrieked, looking at her members in fear before locking eyes with their youngest, Yeri. “Yeri, I need you to track her phone. She had it with her and she always leaves it on!”

Without a word, Yeri nodded once and began to type furiously on her laptop. Turning her attention, Irene found Joy next across the table from Yeri. “Joy, I need you to start gathering the best people we have to infiltrate GOT7’s base. There’s no guarantee that Y/N will be there, but we can just capture their leaders and have a little chat with them if we can’t find her there.”

Joy quickly got up with a nod, leaving the room with a speed that eased Irene’s worries a little bit. With Yeri promising to send whatever she could find, Irene left with Wendy and Seulgi to gather some last-minute supplies at the mansion.

The whole drive to the Red Velvet mansion had Irene on edge, staring out the window wondering if her girlfriend was really safe or not. The world that Irene was apart of, the dirty secretive world that she knew Y/N didn’t want a part of, was dangerous and didn’t care about morals or who wasn’t okay to attack. With the recent tensions with other mafia groups as well, Irene had no idea what could happen. Without Y/N, Irene was surely going to go crazy.

Wendy stopped the car outside the mansion, the trio quickly entering through the front doors. Breaking off to go their respective ways until they met again, Irene headed straight for her room to change first. If they were going to do a recon mission to rescue the love of her life, she wanted to be the best prepared she could be for any situation.

Irene approached her door only to freeze outside of it when she heard a thump and muffled swearing coming from the other side. Her brain wracked for a mode of action she could take, her fingers dancing across the handle for the gun she kept in her back pocket. If she pulled it out and rushed the person, she could quietly apprehend them and could eliminate them faster.

But what if they attacked her first? Irene cringed at the thought, deciding to just shoot and ask questions later. If she aimed for a spot that wouldn’t cause immediate death, then they could question the intruder more easily that way. Irene nodded as her brain rationalized this plan, letting out a breath before she reached for the doorknob.

Before she could open the door, however, it swung open quickly and the person ran right into Irene. Irene only squeaked, not paying attention to who it really was as she aimed at their knee cap and pulled the trigger.

“Holy shit!” They gasped loudly, Irene’s eyes wide as she realized who it really was. Y/N crumpled onto the floor, fingers shakily coming to stop the blood that was cascading from her very shattered knee. “What the fuck, Irene?!”

“I thought you were some intruder!” Irene shouted back at Y/N as she fell to her knees, pulling off her jacket to wrap around Y/N’s very bloody knee. Y/N whimpered as Irene jostled it around, first aid definitely not being her strong suit. “I’m sorry, baby. I was scared and acting on impulse.”

“Remind me to leave and enter every room loudly announcing myself, then!” Y/N snapped back before Wendy poked her head around the threshold of the door. Her eyes widened and without hesitating, she pushed Irene out of the way and began doing what she could.

“Go call someone to help.” Wendy instructed Irene and without protesting, Irene was off to call for their medical personal. Irene wasn’t allowed anywhere near the infirmary area for a long time, partly due to Wendy’s own instruction and partly because Y/N was still very upset that Irene shot her.

It wasn’t until a week passed, Irene sitting at her windows and watching the moon in the sky above, that Y/N slowly shuffled through the door. “It’s me, Y/N.” She whispered loudly, just to be sure Irene knew of her presence. Irene turned away from the window, the bags under her eyes weighing heavily as she watched the other shuffle into the room and toward the bed. Irene wanted to help her, but thought against it. Y/N wouldn’t let her into her room for a week, Irene doubted she really wanted her help anymore.

“You’re out of your room.” Irene noted, her voice bland and void of any life. Y/N nodded, frowning as she finally took in Irene’s appearance. She looked disheveled beyond recognition, almost like she hadn’t showered in days. Y/N knew that Irene hadn’t left her room in a long time, opting to just stare out the windows instead. Seulgi told her when she visited two days ago and Y/N laughed it off like it wasn’t real.

It didn’t sound like her girlfriend, though Irene shooting her knee cap didn’t sound like her girlfriend, either. Y/N shifted on the edge of the bed under Irene’s dead gaze, chewing on her lip as she fought against whether she should say something or just drag Irene to the shower.

“You know, it was an accident. You shouldn’t beat yourself up over it.” Y/N finally whispered, and she watched as Irene’s shoulders sagged under the imaginary weight that Y/N knew she was putting onto herself. Irene’s head slowly shook from side to side, dead eyes finally lifting to look into her own again.

“I should’ve thought more instead of blindly shooting like some rookie. I was so preoccupied with what happened to you and where you were that I didn’t think through what I was doing more.” Irene’s voice cracked, stray tears trickling down her cheeks as she spoke. She didn’t bother to wipe them away, though Y/N wasn’t sure if it was because she was tired or just didn’t care. “I haven’t been able to sleep or eat for days because of how much I fucked up with you.”

“You didn’t fuck up, though. Listen to me, Irene.” Y/N grumbled a little as she stood, shuffling over to Irene the best she could before taking her face into both her hands gently. “Yeah, you shot my knee, but I’m not mad at you anymore. You didn’t know that my car broke down the night before, and I had no way to tell you I was back since my phone died.”

“I shouldn’t have blown up like I did, though. You’re a person who should be allowed to go out and not come back like a teenager with a curfew.” Irene scoffed at herself, thinking back to the argument that sparked it all. “And I shouldn’t just blindly start shooting at people. That’s how I end up hurting the ones I love, you most of all.”

Y/N pouted at Irene before carefully leaning down, letting her lips brush against Irene’s lips. Irene closed the distance herself after a few seconds of holding her breath, almost crumpling in relief when Y/N didn’t pull away. When she did, though, there was a soft smile gracing her face and Irene’s chest felt warmer than it had all week.

“Couples fight all the time. While they might not shoot each other, I know you didn’t do it on purpose. Besides, I’m alive and my knee is going to heal just fine.” Y/N tried to assure Irene and hummed happily when Irene finally nodded with a pout. Tugging on her hand after a few seconds of staring into each other’s eyes, Y/N managed to pull Irene up onto her feet. “Let’s sleep, okay? We can shower in the morning.”

Irene smiled as she helped Y/N shuffle back to the bed, getting comfy and making sure she didn’t hit her girlfriend’s knee as she pulled Y/N close to her. When her eyes closed, sleep instantly found her and for the first time in a week, Irene was able to sleep without nightmares of losing Y/N to something more sinister. Y/N smiled as she watched Irene sleep, her fingers carding through her girlfriend’s hair, and she decided this was where she always wanted to be, no matter what happened in the future.

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